Hello My Little FF Friends, back for more I See! Here we have the third in the 3 part story. This is the Amazingly Super Stupendous Freddie Chronicles. Except it's not really a chronicle...not even Epic really. More like a scene. And now that I think about it, it's not really that stupendous. Super? ...well that might be stretching it a bit too. And it's not just about Freddie, Sam's in there too. All they're really doing is having a converation. Although nobody ends up with a wedgie or in a headlock, so that might be amazing.

Hmm, so after all that I hullabaloo guess I should really say "Welcome to the slightly interesting chapter where Sam and Freddie have a conversation, and amazingly nobody gets a wedgie or headlocked." Wow, that's kinda long. Maybe I should just stop talking and let you actually read it, huh? Sounds good to me! Fantastic, so why don't you go look at those words down there.

Oh, and don't forget these words that tell you that I don't own iCarly which adds another big ol' cherry to my day, I tell ya. Jeesh! Now go read those other words.

Sam walked in to see Freddie with his back to her. He was messing with the set monitor. "Hey Freddie." She hated this kind of confrontation, and his lack of response made her a little more nervous. "I brought you a drink." Still no response, he was apparently ignoring her. She walked over and set the drink on the cart.

She leaned against the cart and tried one last time. "So uh, Carly sort of yelled at me for worrying everyone...not that you…"

"I was worried." He said plainly.

Sam was a bit surprised, both that he spoke, and at his reply. "You were? But, why would you…" He still hadn't turned toward her. He wasn't going to make this easy. "Umm, I thought maybe I should explain why I ran out this morning."

"You don't have to." He continued working on the monitor and didn't look back. "I heard Carly yell your name, and I came down to see if you were here. I didn't want to interrupt you guys talking, so I stayed on the landing."

"You were listening?" She became a little embarrassed. She wouldn't have asked him the same questions she asked Carly; mostly because she didn't really want to know the answers. "How much did you hear?"

"Almost all of it." He began sorting out the wires. "You saw us dancing and started to doubt that you should be around us…and everything after that."

She looked down in embarrassment. "Oh."

"You know, Carly's right, you'd be incredibly missed if you weren't here." He gave a small quick smile back over his shoulder and continued with the monitor. Sam watched him lean over to grab a tool, but the box was just out of reach.

"Don't worry,I'll be around for a while." Sam gave a little smile. "I won't make that mistake again. She's very important to me." Sam walked over and handed him a Philips head. "…you both are."

Freddie looked down to take the tool and held her eyes for a breif moment. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks before she finally broke the eye contact and looked down at her shoes.

"So…uh, I just wanted to tell you that if you and Carly wanted to start dating, I guess you'd have my blessing." It wasn't exactly a joyful blessing, but she really did wish her friends to be happy.

"Well, thanks…" He came down the ladder and pushed the button to test the monitor. "I'm not sure I'm gonna need it, though."

Sam was a little shocked by his statement. "But, I saw you two together. She wouldn't have gotten so close, if she wasn't in to it." Although she was somewhat relieved, she was trying to sound enthusiastic and supportive. "I think you may have finally worn her down, kid; you might actually have a shot. She looked like she was really into you."

"I know, but…"

"But what?" Sam pulled up a chair and sat with her knees pulled up and her arms wrapped around her legs. "I suppose you're going to say 'it didn't mean anything', and 'It was just a dance." She used the air quotes, much to his frustration.

"No. It meant something." He noticed Sam's face fall a bit, but he walked over and started putting his tools back. His feelings were already so confused , and talking with her now was not making things any easier. "It's just that, I had everything I thought I ever wanted right there in my arms." He gave a small smile at the memory of his dance with Carly. "She had her head against me, and she smelled sooo good…"

"I know, I saw, remember?" Sam cut him off. It was disturbing enough to see. She wasn't in the mood to reminisce about it.

"…And it was perfect, everything I could have asked for." Freddie's face suddenly changed. "It just didn't feel…right."

He now had Sam's undivided attention. She dropped one of her legs down to the floor and turned toward him, suddenly more interested in this conversation. "What do you mean?"

Freddie shrugged. "I don't know. It's just…" He scratched the back of his head as he searched for the words. "I mean, I felt more comfortable dancing with you at the club that night, and I thought you were trying to play a joke on me then, so I was on guard."

"Freddie it was Mel…" She let out a frustrated sigh, as she started to correct him.

"Ok, so it was Melanie," He said sarcastically. "But it was still so…natural, familiar; at least when I thought I was dancing with you." He gave a small frown. "With Carly it didn't feel like that. It felt…forced, maybe? I don't know, I just expected it to feel different."

Sam's thoughts were now all mixed up due to the turn of this conversation. "So now you don't like Carly anymore?"

Freddie let off a little sigh as he closed the box and set aside the tools. "I don't know what I feel anymore. All I know is that 24 hours ago, I was sure I was in love with Carly Shay, and now…" He shrugged. "Ugh, I'm so confused!" He groaned in frustration

Sam smiled a bit in understanding. "Yeah, that seems to be going around lately."

"Man, why can't this stuff ever be easy?" He heard Sam chuckle in agreement and started to relax. He grabbed his drink then pulled up another chair and straddled it across from her.

"So, seeing Carly and me doesn't seem like the kind of thing that would throw you like that." He tested softly. "What got you all worked up?"

Sam groaned and threw her head back against the chair. "Ugh, Gibby!"

Freddie began to chuckle. "Gibby got you all flustered?"

"Well, he just started it." Sam leaned toward Freddie as the excitement started building in her story. "I went over and was going to drag him out of the house and make him take me to take me to the dance. Only he wasn't alone. He had a date."

Freddie raised his eyebrows in shock. "A girl date?"

"No! A GORGEOUS girl date! Tasha!"

Freddie nearly spit out the drink he had just taken. "Gibby?!"

Sam chuckled as Freddie wiped the cream soda off his chin. "And they had the stereo up, and he was drinking out of fancy glasses, and wearing leave in conditioner, AND they were feeding each other strawberries and whip cream!"

"Seriously? They were feeding each other?"

"I don't know. for sure," She waved him off. "In my imagination they were, but strawberries and whipped cream were definitely involved." Sam watched Freddie break out into hysterical laughter.

"That's just so…so against nature!" Freddie held a stitch in his side until his laughter started dying back down to a chuckle.

"Exactly!" Sam raised her arms in triumph, as someone finally understood. "It's like some parallel universe where everything I thought I knew, suddenly was totally wrong." Sam's laughter started to die as she realized where the conversation was going next. "…And then I saw you two…"

Their laughter totally stopped and they sat together in awkward silence as they each remembered the event.

Sam started picking at a loose string on her sleeve to avoid eye contact with Freddie. Finding the words was hard enough without having to look at him. "You know, Carly said no to you so many times, that I was sure it would never happen. Then all of a sudden it didn't look like a "No" anymore."

She chanced a glance a him before starting on the other sleeve. "I mean, you already had three girls offer to take you to the dance. That's more than I thought you'd get in your entire lifetime…and then at the end of the night you were with the one person I thought would be impossible for you to be with. Nothing made sense anymore."

Freddie watched her with a sad curiosity. "And that made you question our friendship?"

"I mean, I never doubted it before, but I started thinking that if you guys had each other..." She spoke so softly he barely heard her. "...maybe you wouldn't want me around anymore."

"That's stupid Sam!" He gave her a gentle slap to the side of her knee for reassurance. "You know that."

"Yeah, I know! I told you, the whole world upside down thing." She relaxed and curled herself back into the chair. "Face it, without me you'd probably be stuck in your nerd lair all pale from over exposure to LCD light from your monitor and chatting with your Geek Wars buddies about what it might feel like to actually kiss a girl…I just kind of forgot that for a minute."

Freddie chuckled and blushed a bit, curious as to how right she might actually be.

"I really missed you today, Sam." He confessed in a low tone. Sam shifted her head to look at him. "After everything that happened last night, I really needed to talk to someone. Obviously it couldn't be Carly, and Spencer would have been too weird since…well. My other guy friends don't understand how the three of us work, and my mom?" He shuddered a bit trying to imagine talking to his mom about this. "I needed you today Sam."

She was slightly flattered by this, but she was still Sam. "You realize I would have ripped you a new one over it?"

Freddie smiled and took another drink. "Yeah, I know. But eventually you would have listened…you did listen." It was nice having her back to normal self. "Thanks, Sam."

Sam gave him a warm smile as acknowledgement, and then uncurled herself from the chair. "Well, just don't go thinking you're all special or anything Fredlumps."

"No, Never! How could I?" He smiled as he got up and headed toward the console.

Sam stood up and took a big stretch. "Ahhh, Carly will be back in a few minutes." She yawned. "I'm going to go make a sandwich before they get back."

She pulled the chair back toward the wall and walked past Freddie toward the door. Freddie grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around toward him before wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.

"I'm glad you're back, Sam. Please, don't ever do that again."

Sam was a little shocked by his boldness, but she was in a pretty generous mood. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and laid her chin against his shoulder.

"Never again because of you guys...Now if the police happen to be chasing me, I'm taking these puppies as far as they can go, as fast as they can go."

Freddie's deep laugh vibrated against her chest, and she closed her eyes at the sensation. She hated the moment when he let go.

She gave him a light punch to the gut, then walked over to the door. "Oh, and about all that other stuff, Benson…I'm sure you'll figure it out. I'm here if you need me until you do." She walked out the door and caught his smile through the glass, before she disappeared to the kitchen and the comfort of her 'Sammich.' She was done with the conversations, and done with the doubting. Sam's world was exactly how it should be, and she was "home"…at least for now.

So crisis over, at least for now. What, can't a girl have a bad day without the whole building falling apart. I love how her friends reacted to get her thorough it. I think every now and then, even Sam needs to feel wanted. I know some of you might have wanted something a little different to the ending. I like that at the base of the whole Freddie/Sam relationship, they still care. No matter how much they protest it. I set out to make this a good little friendship piece, and I think I'm satisfied. So in other words...This is my story, and I'm sticking to it! LOL. Maybe the next one will be different.

Oh one more thing before I go. I forgot to mention that I posted a pic of the Banded Piglet Squid (The sculpture Spencer was working on last chapter) on my profile. Click on there if you want to see a photo of the little guy. I think I will call him Gerald. (let me know if you have a better name) Bye for now.