The Accident

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly characters. They are created and owned by Dan Schneider.

A/N: New chapter... this includes what happen during some of the scenes that weren't really shown. Don't forget to review. Enjoy

On a corner street of Parker and Nickels in downtown Seattle, the iCarly crew had just finished filming a dare for their next webcast. Carly, with the bunny suit in her hands, was glad that the segment was over and was back in her regular clothes. The three teenagers were set to head back to the Bushwell Plaza.

"I can't believe those people agreed to have their teeth brushed by a pink bunny" Carly said.

"I can't believe we made twenty bucks just from brushing," Sam said as she began count a wad of one dollar bills in her hand.

"Say, why don't we head to the Groovy Smoothie, my treat. I'm craving a little Kiwi Strawberry Delight. I think I've earned it," Carly replied.

"Sounds good to me," Freddie said as a began putting away a few cables in his backpack.

"I ain't complaining. Mama could go for a Peach Mango Banana Rama right now"

"Want me carry the bunny suit for ya? Just stuff it in my backpack" the tech producer offered.

Carly smiled at the warm gesture "Why thank you, Freddie."

"If we're gonna make it to the Groovy Smoothie, we better make it quick before it starts coming down," Sam sensed the gray clouds in the sky with the cold breeze in the air.

techFreddie92

Woo hoo!! just finished filming our dare segment for our next web show. Carly bunny made $20 bucks brushing other peoples' teeth. We got done just in time too, looks like it's about to storm any minute now. Carly's got a hankering for a Strawberry Kiwi Delight so we might head out to Groovy Smoothies since we finished early.

SassyShay

People really ought slow down while driving in the rain. Anyway I'm in dire need of smoothies… who knew brushing the teeth of total strangers can work up such a thirst, especially if you're in a bunny suit. Now off to the Groovy Smoothie! =)

Baconluver

at SassyShay

What could be better than a Peach Mango Banana Rama smoothie? A free Peach Mango Banana Rama smoothie when your best friend offers to pay after earning $20 bucks from brushing teeth in bunny suit. Carles you're the best!

Carly, Sam, and Freddie walked along Parker St. heading towards the Groovy Smoothie as they looked back on how their latest iCarly segment turned out.

"That bit was probably the one of the weirdest ones we've done for iCarly, at least one that I can remember," Carly commented.

"Hey, on the bright side, we got twenty bucks out of it didn't we?" Sam said

"Easy for you to say, you weren't the one in the bunny suit, brushing the teeth of total strangers, some of which were hobos," Carly retorted.

"At least those hobos don't have to worry about gum disease. Your dentist would be so proud."

"I gotta hand it to you, Carly. You were a trooper," Freddie complimented

"Yeah, the breath of some of those people reeked." Sam agreed with Freddie.

"Maybe for the next iCarly bit… we can…" Carly began crossing the intersection without noticing the incoming traffic. A rusty, old taco truck was suddenly heading towards Carly.

"CARLY!! WATCH OUT!!" were the last words Freddie yelled as he pushed Carly out of harm's way. The truck came screeching to a halt, but it was already too late as the taco truck collided with Freddie. Carly was knocked to the ground with the truck narrowly missing her. Clouds of dust filled the scene of the accident as Carly opened her eyes to discover the Freddie laying on the pavement, prone and motionless.

"OH MY GOD!! FREDDIE!!" Carly, with tears in eyes, frantically yelled as she ran to the side of an unconscious Freddie.

Sam, who witnessed the entire incident, was in state of shock and panic, "Oh my god…that truck could of killed you Carly…and Freddie saved you…"

"Oh my god… is he alright? I didn't see in time to stop. You guys came outta nowhere," the driver called out as he emerged out of the taco truck.

"I'm okay, but Freddie is unconscious," Carly said to the driver. She began hyperventilating as she knelt by Freddie's head. "Sam! Hurry, call 9-1-1!"

"Gotcha" Sam pulled out her phone and began dialing.

"Freddie? Freddie? Can-you-hear-me? Please-say-something… anything. Please! Just-wake up!" Carly began pleading for any signs of life.

On the phone with the emergency operator, Sam was already being hysterical, "HELP! WE NEED HELP!.... CALM DOWN?... YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN… SOMEONE'S BEEN KNOCKED LOOPY BY A TACO TRUCK AND… Where? Uh… we're….we're on Parker and Nickels Street, two blocks from the Groovy Smoothie…HURRY, HURRY!" Sam turned to her friend to reassure her, "Okay they're on their way."

"Freddie hang in there… help's on the way" Carly spoke softly as she held Freddie's hand.

Sam began to regain her composure as she felt her stomach grumbling, "Well, as long we're waiting…" she turns to the taco truck vendor and whispered, "Can I get a taco?"

"SAM!" Carly yelled.

Sam innocently said to the taco vendor "…make it to-go."

EMTs arrived at the scene as people began crowding the streets to see what was going on. Freddie had regained consciousness but was still mumbling in pain.

Carly and Sam watched as the EMTs placed Freddie on a gurney and wheel him into the ambulance.

"Sam, can you do me a favor?"

"Anything, what is it?"

"Can you go tell my brother what happened? I think I'm gonna accompany Freddie."

"Sure, I'll let him know."

"Thanks." The two embraced.

"Hey Carly… it's gonna be okay. He'll be fine."

"I hope so."

"I know he will," Sam said trying to bring her spirits up. As the two girls departed, Sam, with taco in hand, hurried to the Bushwell Plaza while Carly stepped inside the ambulance. Sirens blared as the ambulance raced to the hospital. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Carly could not take her eyes off the boy who had saved her life.

"This is my fault…I'm so sorry Freddie. This never would have happened if I was watching where I was going," Carly thought as she caressed Freddie's forehead with her hand.

artfool77

ahh is there anything more beautiful than the perfect pizza pie?

The aroma of pepperoni and cheese filled the kitchen, as Spencer saw that his dinner was finally ready.

"Okay my pizza, time has come…oh yes!" Spencer pulled out his pizza, oozing with melted cheese and greasy pepperoni. Feeling rather chipper, he began singing to his pizza as it steamed, " Who's a pretty pie!"

Just as he was about to enjoyed his pizza, Sam came barging into the room in a wild panic, "SPENCER!!"

At first sight of his Assassin opponent, Spencer retreated, shielding himself behind his pizza "Hey! No, Carly said the game's on hold until…"

"FREDDIE'S HURT!!!"

"Yeah right, I'm not falling for that…"

Sam threw Spencer's pie to the ground, with the most serious expression on her face, "I'm not kidding. Freddie's hurt!!"

Realizing that Sam was not kidding, Spencer asked," Wait… what happened?"

"Carly was crossing the street and a big taco truck came around the corner and Carly didn't see the truck and so Freddie ran out and pushed Carly out of the way…" Sam explained as tried to catch her breath.

"Is Carly okay?" Spencer removed his oven mitts as he sensed the severity of the situation.

"She's fine but Freddie got hit."

"Okay, okay, did you call 9-1-1?" he asked.

"Yeah, me and Carly both did."

"Oh man, I better call Mrs. Benson at work" Spencer reached for his cell phone. He was obligated with the difficult task of informing Mrs. Benson that her son had been badly injured. Being Carly's legal guardian, Spencer can relate Mrs. Benson. As he began dialing his neighbor's phone number, Spencer noticed Sam eyeing a taco in her hand.

"You bought a taco?"

"Uh-huh" Sam said.

"…From the truck that hit Freddie?"

"Well, me starving is not gonna help him," Sam said bluntly as she takes a bite out of her taco.

Baconluver

This taco could use some use some hot sauce… maybe Spencer has some in the fridge.

Mrs. Benson was at her work desk when her cell phone began to ring. She looked over at the call ID reading "Spencer Shay."

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hello? Mrs. Benson? It's Spencer. I have some really, really horrible news to tell you…

"Horrible news!? What horrible news?" Mrs. Benson's motherly instincts began to kick in as she immediately thought of her son, "IS IT ABOUT FREDDIE? WHAT ABOUT FREDDIE? WHAT HAPPENNED TO FREDDIE?"

"Look, I don't know how to tell you this so I'm just gonna go ahead and say it," Spencer closed his eyes, took a deep breath and braced for himself, "Freddie-got-hit-by-a-taco-truck-when-he-pushed-Carly-outta-the-way-now-he's-at-the-hospital…"

"WHAT?! MY LITTLE FREDDIE'S HURT? HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?"

Spencer tried to calm and reassure her "I don't know exactly how it happened but the girls called 9-1-1, and he's on the way to the hospital right now. I can meet you at the hospital if you'd …

Mrs. Benson stood up from her work desk and ran out of her office knocking down several of her co-workers, "DON'T WORRY, FREDDIE. MOMMY'S COMING!

Back in his apartment, Spencer was still on the line unaware the Mrs. Benson had left, heading towards to hospital, "Hello? Mrs. Benson? Are you still there? Hello?"

"I think she took that well…" Spencer said as he hung up, got his keys, and left for the hospital.