Hello again my wonderful readers! Now before you roast me for being such a terrible author for updating only once every few months, if you're following this story then you should know that I have about 4 more chapters already written! No more lagging behind! So please enjoy this chappie and REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. It belongs to the HILARIOUS Dan Scheinder!

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SAM

Here I was, sitting on one of those obnoxious, noisy, examining table, paper thingies at the doctor's office. Being apart of Seattle Dance meant doctor's visits were paid in full. You couldn't have one of your dancers flopping around the stage all sick could you? So, as soon as I finished my five minute date with the toilet, Chandler forced me to the doctors. I didn't want to go at first but with a slap or two I was persuaded. I had always respected the power of aggression. It was part of the way of Sam.

Well, Chandler dragged me out to the car and we drove to our doctor, so here I am. Waiting.

They did some tests on me, took a couple samples from my body, and then I was commanded to sit until they came back with results.

The room was silent for a while until Chandler spoke up. "What do you think's wrong with you?"

I shrugged. "I don't know... Same thing that's wrong with you?" I chuckled gently and waited for a smile in return but there was none.

"Why do you always have to play around, Samantha?" he asked gruffly, staring at the floor. "There's not anything to joke about!"

I recoiled a little, giving him space like I learned to do with him. He was a pretty sensitive guy. "Sorry, Babe..." I whispered.

He gave me a crooked smile and finally met my gaze. "It's fine, Sam..." he stood up and sauntered over to me, taking my hands in his. "I just... really hope that there's nothing wrong. You're the best dancer we've got."

"I know..." I grinned up at him.

"Mrs. Puckett?" the doctor knocked on the door and opened it slightly to let herself in.

"Just call her, Sam," Chandler said as she closed the door. "Or Samantha. Which ever one you would like."

The doctor looked at me expectantly. "What would you like to be called?" she asked while glancing down at her chart.

"Sam's good," I shrugged. "It doesn't really matter." And it didn't. Since leaving Freddie I've learned to let things go. I don't care anymore if people call me Sam or Samantha. In fact, all the members of Seattle Dance call me Samantha. Jonell says it makes me sound more like a woman.

"Okay, Sam," the doctor continued. "My name is Dr. Charles and I have some news for you."

"Is she alright?" Chandler asked clutching my hands tighter. "We'll be dancing in Russia soon and she can't miss it."

Dr. Charles beamed at me. "Oh... In a few weeks she won't be able to dance for a while."

"I won't be able to dance? Why?" I swung my legs back and forth. "I feel okay!"

"Yes, but you weren't feeling okay earlier this morning were you?"

I shrugged. "No... But I'm fine now. I must have a bug or something right? I don't see how that'll stop me from dancing."

"You don't have a bug, Sam... Well, not really..." Dr. Charles beamed even wider. "What you experienced earlier was morning sickness. Very common for someone in your condition."

At first, I thought that the lady was crazy. I had no condition! I felt completely fine. But then I realized what she meant and the world froze around me. My heart skipped a beat, my stomach flipped, and I felt sweat film my palms. Instantly, my mind thought back to a conversation I had with Freddie from what felt like ages ago.

We were never going to have a baby, and it was all because of me. I was the problem. I was the reason that Freddie would never get a chance to be the amazing father I knew he could be. My heart was aching. I felt like the world was weighing me down. But I knew that if I was hurt, Freddie was hurting more. We sat in the car in silence, still in the parking lot of the doctors after getting the terrible news.

I groaned, the quiet was too much. "Freddie, please... Say something..." I whispered on the verge of tears.

He glanced at me from the corner of his eye and gave me a small grin. "There's nothing to say. I love you. And I'm glad we got this all straightened out."

"You are?"

"Sure!" he shrugged, starting the car. "How about some Inside-Out Burger? Two doubles for you, right? Extra bacon? How about extra EXTRA bacon?"

I wasn't convinced. "Freddison..." I touched his arm, gently squeezing his strong bicep. "You can't be happy about this..."

He was still for a moment, but then he stopped the car and turned his gaze back to mine. He stared at me intensely for a while before he spoke, speaking volumes through his gaze. "Honestly... I'm not..."

I nodded solemnly. "I know... I'm so sorry..." I kept the tears and the emotion inside. I had to be strong for him. "I'm so, so sorry, Freddie... I know how much you've always wanted a little girl..."

"It's not your fault, Sam."

"You can't say that because it actually is my fault this time... "

He was silent again for a while. "It doesn't matter... No matter what... I still love you more than anything."

I smiled, leaning in to kiss his jaw softly. "I love you too... And hey! At least this means worry free sex right?" I tried to lighten the mood. It didn't work and Freddie was quiet for the rest of the night.

"Sam?" a voice called to me through my haze. "Sam... Did you hear that?"

I snapped out of my reverie and my attention was on Dr. Charles, but my heart was still feeling heavy. "Are you saying... I'm- I'm..."

"You're pregnant..." Dr. Charles patted my shoulder. "Congratulations! You're going to be a mother, Sam... I'll leave you too alone." She strolled out slowly, then closed the door behind her.

A smile gently grazed my lips and my hands made their way to my lower belly on their own accord. I was having a baby. What Freddie and I had wanted for so long... We- I finally had. "I'm... gonna be a mom..." I laughed at the way it sounded and looked up at Chandler. "I'm gonna be a-"

He was leaning against the far wall, staring away from me. "Is it mine?" he asked.

My happiness started to fade. "W-What?"

"I said," he faced me agressively. "Is it mine?"

"Chandle-"

"Is it that bastard you almost married? Is it his?" If looks could kill... I would be a goner.

I chuckled dryly. "...Are you serious?"

"Get an abortion."

My jaw dropped. "An abortion?"

"Damn right an abortion!" he strode to me and placed his hands on either side of my waist on the examination table. "You can't dance if you're pregnant, Samantha." he hissed. "We need you for Russia. You're the best we've got... You can't screw this up for the whole team just because you made a little..." He glanced down at my stomach. "Mistake."

I felt one of those stupid lumps in my throat. He couldn't be serious! "What if it is your's?" I asked, even though I knew in my heart that it wasn't.

"There are somethings more important! Like dance!"

"Nothing is more important than a life..." I pushed his hands away from me and hopped off the table. "I can't believe you! You're asking me to kill an innocent child?"

"That's exactly what I'm doing! It can't even feel yet! And you will take care of this little problem... or I'll do it for you..." My hands went protectively to my stomach and all I could think of was Freddie.

And how he would never do this to me.

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FREDDIE

"Another round!" I shouted at the bar maid. "Keep them coming!"

The bar maid was a timid looking girl. She couldn't be more than eighteen. It was strange to see someone so innocent looking standing in the center of a pub handing off drinks to other depressed idiots like me. "Sir..." she whispered, to me. "Don't you think you've had enough?"

I scoffed lightly and scratched absently at the stubble that rimmed my face from three days without shaving. "How much is enough?" I bet I was screaming but I couldn't tell. "There isn't enough booze in the world to get rid of how bad I feel! Bring on the damn shots! I'm paying for them aren't I?"

"Yes sir!" the girl squeaked turning away from me.

I ignored her and tapped her shoulder over the bar table. "She broke my heart..." I groaned. "Into a million tiny... itsy-bitsy sharp pieces..." I showed her with my hands. "And I haven't heard from her since the day we fell apart!"

"I'm sorry, Si-"

"We were suppoze to get married..." I drawled. "ANDNOWSHE'SGONE!"

"Sir?"

"We were suppozeto have the good life! Yaknow? A white picket fence and uh golden 'triever named Sandy... But no kids though... She- She can't have kids... But that didn't matter to me because I loved her more than anything in dawhole damn world!" I opened my arms wide so she could see just how much I love her.

"Freddie!" I heard a girl's voice calling me and my heart skipped a beat.

"SAM?" I cried turning around quickly. But instead of the blond I loved so much, there was a red faced brunette standing there with her arms crossed.

"No!" She grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the bar. "It's a very angry, Carly!" When we were out she pulled me to her car and tossed me in the back seat. She didn't say a word to me until she was in the drivers seat with the car started.

"It... not good to drive when you're upset, Carls!" I warned. "You might kill someone!" I crack myself up! That was hilarious! "HAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!"

Carly scoffed. "Sure, you're reasonable now... After you basically signed a death wish for your liver! How many drinks have you had anyway?"

I stretched my hands out in front of me until they were fuzzy and funny looking. I giggled and tried to count. "1... 2... 7... 9... Oops... NO MORE FINGERS!" I waved my hand in Carly's face.

"Ugh!" she slapped me away. "Freddie, stop it! That's it! I'm DONE saving you!"

"Saving me?" I gasped. "Am I in trouble? Am I gonna gotuh JAIL?" I squealed as a happy thought ran through my mind. "Will Sam be there?"

She sighed. "This is the worst way of dealing with how hurt you are! You're killing yourself!"

"Maybe if I was dead, Sam would remember me again..." a sob wracked my body. "I- I miss her, Carly..."

"I know you do... I miss her too."

"NOT AS MUCH AS ME!"

She shook her head and glanced at me sympathetically through the rear-view mirror. "No... definitely not as much as you... And I understand that. And I know you're tired of feeling this way. But you're my best friend, Freddie... I'm not going to let you do this to yourself anymore... I'm taking you to live with your Mom in Montana."

I suddenly felt very scared. "WHAT? Who lives in Montana?"

"Your mom has been worried about you ever since the whole wedding ordeal."

I shook my head. "You didn't tell her... Ya know.. About-"

"About you turning into a drunk and losing your job? No... I haven't... But I don't want you to destroy yourself. Until you regain some common sense..." I burped, interrupting her. "And some sobriety... We're making sure you stay with your mom. She'll straighten you out."

I burped again. "No doubt..." So I was going to live with my mom in the middle of nowhere... Yay...