A/N
First ICarly crossover! That is my warning! By the way, this is supposed to be book one of three, as said in the prologue somewhat. Book two will take place elsewhere as will book three. For now, we are in ICarly…wish me luck, read and review and here we go!
Chapter 1: Someone lost
Carly sat on the couch, surfing the channels. Suddenly there was a knock on her door. She looked at the door. As she pushed herself up, the door swung open. Freddie came in, a person hanging over him. Carly gasped.
"Freddie? Who is this?" gasped Carly.
"He was fainted outside. He looked pretty bad, I didn't know what else to do," answered Freddie, breathless.
Freddie laid the man down. Carly rushed into the kitchen. Freddie made sure the man was breathing steadily. He was, barely. Freddie saw Carly return with an ice pack and bandages. She kneeled beside Freddie. They looked the man over.
He had red hair. He had a red, short sleeved jacket that was zipped up almost to the top but was unzipped enough to see his white undershirt. The undershirt's sleeves came up after his jacket's sleeve. It was white till it turned blue at the elbow with a white circle near the middle of the arm between his wrist and elbow. He had black gloves. A belt was tilted to one side. His pants were three different colors-black till mid thigh then blue till the knees and finally red down to the ankles. He wore black shoes.
"Is he alive?" asked Carly.
"Yeah, he's fine just unconscious," nodded Freddie.
"Nice job, Freddie. You probably saved this man or something," chuckled Carly.
They perked, turning to look at the door as it opened. Sam came walking in. she was eating a chicken wing. She paused, looking from Freddie to Carly to the man to Freddie again. She groaned.
"Who'd Freddie bring in?" huffed Sam.
"How do you know I brought him in?" snapped Freddie.
"He looks like a nerd," answered Sam, dropping the chicken wing in his lap.
"Oh come on," he whispered.
"Shhh…I think he's waking up," ordered Carly.
Sure enough, the man was waking up. He opened his eyes, showing clear crystal blue eyes. He groaned, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. He looked around, only seeing a fuzzy outline. He groaned again, covering his eyes.
"You okay?" asked Carly.
"I can't see anything past my hand," answered the man.
"Do you have glasses?" asked Sam.
"I…I don't know…" he whispered, repeating the word glasses quietly.
"Who are you? Where do you live?" Carly asked.
"I'm…it does matter," he answered, trying to stand.
"We can't help you if we don't know who you are," snapped Sam.
"I hate to say this but Sam's right," nodded Freddie, getting up.
"Where are you going?" huffed Sam.
"I'm going to see if my mom has any glasses," nodded Freddie.
"Your mom has glasses?" chuckled Carly.
"No," groaned Freddie, "She buys them for me 'just in case'."
"Right," mocked Sam.
After Freddie left, closing the doors, Sam kneeled down in front of the man. She took the chicken wing off the floor and took another bite. Carly made a face but didn't say anything. Sam placed the wing on the table.
"So, mister, you got a name or not?" snapped Sam.
"Where am I?" asked the man.
"That's not an answer!" growled Sam.
"You're in Seattle," explained Carly, "Seattle, Washington."
"Seattle? How'd I…the vortex must've…" he stuttered.
"I wanna a name!" ordered Sam.
"Yeah, could you give us your name, please?" offered Carly.
The door opened again. Freddie came in with a small set of glasses. He handed them to Carly who handed them to the man. He placed them on. He smiled lightly, looking from each child to the next.
"I'm sorry…I can't give you a name. I thank you for your help but I must find my teammates," the man politely nodded, standing up.
"But…" groaned Sam.
"Please, at least a name," begged Freddie.
"Please," added Carly.
"You wouldn't understand…" sighed the man.
"Why not?" asked Freddie.
"You work for the government?" gasped Sam.
"No," chuckled the man, "Not like that."
"A name. Anything!" begged Freddie.
"I don't know…" he groaned, looking down the window.
"Please!" the three begged at once.
"Perceptor…" the man groaned.
"Preceptor?" Freddie repeated, "That can't be a name. It's a noun."
"No," answered the man, moving for the door, "That would be Preceptor. P-R-E. My name is Perceptor with a P-E-R."
"Really?" hummed Sam with a skeptical voice.
"I told you wouldn't understand," groaned Perceptor.
"Ceptor!" called a familiar voice.
Perceptor perked. That voice. It had to be Prowl! Perceptor opened the door, taking off down the hall. Sam, Carly and Freddie exchanged looks. Finally they rushed out, after Perceptor. They found him in the lobby. He was standing in front of a mirror. He didn't look happy at all. They walked up to him.
"What's wrong?" whispered Sam.
"I'm…different…" he answered slowly.
"What do you mean?" Freddie asked.
"I was…" he didn't finished.
"Let's go back up to my room," offered Carly.
"I think you hit your head too hard," mocked Sam.
"I swore I heard…" again he didn't finished.
"Let's talk this over in my room," repeated Carly, taking Perceptor by the hand and guiding him up to the elevator. Sam and Freddie followed.