Author's Note: Okay so i probably be updating my existing story and not writing an ending, that's frankly unnecessary, for a story i already finished, but what the hell, i'm funny that way.
Chapter 10:
The Shay's apartment door opens and a two sweaty teens shamble in. Sam and Fred move to the couch and plop down next to each other. They both kick off their converse and sag into the couch.
"Man, I'm thirsty." Fred says and turns to look at the blonde.
"Me too." Sam agrees and turns to meet Fred's gaze. The two stare into each other's eyes, unblinking. Fred's left eye starts to twitch slightly. Sam, sensing weakness, knits her eyebrows together in concentration. They stay like this for another fifteen seconds, but eventually, Fred blinks.
"Dammit." Fred curses to himself.
"Ha-ha, suck it!" Sam exclaims happily, throwing her hands into the air. Fred gets up and walks over to the fridge to get two waters. This was a common occurrence in the apartment, both Sam and Fred have a knack for laziness, so when it's just the two of them and something needs to be done, a starring contest decides who will have to get up and do it.
"You don't have to gloat so much." Fred grumbles and sits next to her again.
"I don't have to, but I like it." Sam tells him and takes her water. Simultaneously, they unscrew the tops and chug the water. Neither wants to stop first so they continue until all of their water is gone. "Why are you so thirsty?" Sam asks him. "I was the one on the field practically the whole game."
"Hey, I played just as hard as you did." Fred defends himself, "Besides, it's not my fault that a girl has to be on the field at all times, and it's not my fault that the other girls didn't show up until near the end." Sam just rolls her eyes and goes to get two more waters. When she gets back they sip them much slower turn on the T.V. and settle down to watch whatever comes on. What they were talking about seconds ago, was Ultimate Frisbee, a sport Fred had found for her, where she could expend all the energy she wanted but couldn't hurt anyone doing it, being a non-contact sport. Principle Franklin had requested that they find something to help calm Sam down, after she nearly cracked Billy Golding's skull open for slapping her on the ass as she walked by. Fred had gotten into Ultimate Frisbee, in order to make sure Sam stuck to the 'non-contact' part. "I'm going to go get changed." Fred says, breaking the nice silence they'd had going, and gets up and goes into his room. Six months ago, Sam turned eighteen, making them all eighteen. Two days later, Spencer had moved out, claiming they were all old enough to be on their own, so Freddie, Fred, and Sam moved in and now they all share the apartment.
"Where are Carly and Freddie?" Sam suddenly asks.
"Freddie's fencing and Carly's…" Fred trails off. "I don't know where Carly is." He says and looks around the apartment, as if he'd maybe missed her upon walking in. Just then, the door opens and Freddie walks in, carrying a gym bag and a saber.
"Hey." Freddie greets the two of them.
"Hey." Fred half waives, still trying to remember where Carly is.
"Nub." Sam greets with him with a smile. Freddie walks up behind the couch, bends over and gives Sam a peck on the lips.
"Demon." He smiles back. Sam pats him on the cheek and moves away.
"You smell like sweat, go shower." She demands.
"Is she doing something for the school?" Fred asks no one in particular.
"Well, you smell like sweat too." Freddie tries to defend himself, completely ignoring Fred.
"Yeah, but for me it smells good." Sam counters.
"Debate club or something?" Fred, again, asks no one.
"Just go shower." Sam orders him. An evil gleam appears in Freddie's eye and walks up to Sam and whispers in her ear.
"Only if you come with me." He tells her. Sam's eyes go wide and her face gets redder than a cherry. She opens her mouth to reply, but no sound comes out. She looks right at Freddie, then over at Fred, still lost in thought. At that moment, the door bursts open, and Carly shambles in, her face streaked with tears and her makeup running slightly. Immediately, all conversation stops and Fred jumps to his feet. He walks over to her and puts his hands on her shoulders.
"What happened?" He asks her.
"I was on my way back from Model U.N.-" Carly starts to explain.
"Model U.N! I knew it'd come to me." Fred exclaims. All three of them just stare at him. "Never mind, keep going." He tells Carly.
"Anyway, I was leaving, and this kid, Trevor comes up to me and starts hitting on me," Fred's eyes widen slightly and his nostrils flare the tiniest bit, sure signs that he was angry, "I told him I had a boyfriend and he… he…" she trails off. Fred pulls her into a hug.
"Did he do anything?" he whispers to her.
"No, but he tried, I ran all the way here." Carly tells him. Fred just holds her for a few seconds more.
"I'll take care of this." He says out loud and moves for the door, but Carly stops him.
"No, not yet, just stay here for a while." She tells him and pulls him down to the couch. He reluctantly sits next to her and she rests her head on his chest. While this is happening, Sam and Freddie are having a similar discussion.
"Sam you can't just go and beat the crap out of the guy." Freddie tells her and holds her shoulders.
"Why not!" she demands. Freddie is silent for a moment as he tries to think of an answer. "Exactly!" she says and moves for the door.
"No, wait." Freddie calls after her and she stops.
"Why? Give me one good reason!" She barks at him.
"Because," Fred interrupts them, "He's mine."
(Later)
Fred, Sam, Freddie, Carly, and Gibby are all sitting at a table in the Groovy Smoothies. They had decided to get smoothies and cool down, Gibby had just happened to show up. Carly was feeling better, but still hung close to Fred or Sam at all times. They had not been sitting for more than five minutes when an unsatisfied slurping sound came from the bottom of Sam's cup.
"Why don't they make these things bigger?" Sam huffed.
"You got the Triple XL." Freddie reminds her.
"So?" Sam asks, "Buy me another." She demands him grumpily.
"I'm broke, all my money went to paying your part of the rent." Freddie tells her. Both their gazes fall on Fred, who was sitting sipping his smoothie. He reaches a hand into his pocket and pulls out a twenty, slurping his smoothie the entire time. Freddie gets up and goes to the counter. He comes back a few minutes later with two more smoothies and a hamburger with a hole through the middle that T-Bo had made him buy off of a stick. Fred immediately took the Hamburger and started eating it.
"Is there any change?" Fred asks him.
"Nope." Freddie says smoothly and discreetly hands a handful of bills to Sam under the table.
"Why do you even care if there's change? Won't you be getting more in like, two days?" Gibby asks him. Shortly after Spencer moved out, the group realized that Freddie's part time job in a Pear store would not be able to pay the rent; Fred decided it was time to start getting paid for iCarly and became the Head of Advertising. For a few Target pop-ups or a Pear-Pod commercial, and they'd make a few easy hundred dollars a month with minimal complaint from the viewers.
"That's not the point, they're getting their own money, no need to steal mine." Fred defends himself to Gibby. At that moment, four guys walk in, Pete, Jonah, Shane, and Trevor. They were all laughing, at something Trevor had said, but when he noticed Carly, he stopped laughing and walked up behind her.
"Hello there beautiful," he said and Carly cringed at his voice, "we never finished our… discussion." He said and gently grabbed a strand of her hair. Fred's hand shot out and his palm landed square on Trevor's chest. Trevor stumbled back and Fred got up and stood between Trevor and Carly.
"Keep your hands off of her." He told him simply. Immediately, Freddie, Gibby, and Sam shoot up and move to Fred's side. Pete, Jonah, and Shane do the same for Trevor.
"What are you going to do if I don't?" He asks tauntingly. Fred's eyes never leave his.
"You want to take this outside?" Fred offers, keeping his voice the same. Trevor was just as tall as Fred, with shaggy blonde hair and a muscular build.
"Your Boys against mine?" He asks, stressing the word 'boys' while looking directly at Sam.
"No," Fred replies, "You against me."
"Meet you out there in ten minutes." Trevor says and walks out, followed by his little posse.
"You didn't have to do that." Carly tells him.
"Yes I did." He says and grabs her hand. "Sam," He says and turns to her, "If I don't win, finish the fight for me." He tells her.
"Of course you'll win, you beat Dave, remember?" Gibby tells him.
"Dave never saw me coming and Freddie helped me out a bit. But it's gonna be just Trevor and me, and he'll be prepared." Fred says. Soon, the ten minutes are up and they all make there way outside. Behind the Groovy Smoothies, there is an alley; this is where the group goes to find Trevor and his friends waiting.
"You ready?" Trevor asks.
"Let's do thi-" Fred is cut off as Trevor throws a punch and hits Fred square in the chin. Fred stumbles back and Trevor moves in closer. Trevor hits him again and he falls into a group of trashcans. Trevor pulls him out by his feet and sits on his chest. Again and again, Trevor slams his fists into Fred's face, slamming his head into the concrete. Trevor pulls back for another swing, quickly Fred's hand grabs a trashcan lid that had fallen onto the ground and slams it into Trevor's temple. He falls off of and Fred pounces. He slams a converse covered foot into Trevor's face while he tries to get up. Fred moves to kick again, but this time, Trevor catches his foot and throws it back. Fred stumbles and slams into a wall. Trevor gets to his feet and advances on his prey. He uses one large hand to pin Fred to the wall and brings the other one up to slam it into Fred's face again. He throws a fist, but Fred gets a hand up and pushes the fist off to the side, where it slams into the brick wall. Fred grabs hold of Trevor's punching arm and uses his free arm to throw Trevor off of him. Fred pushes himself off of the wall and slams his fist into Trevor's face. Fred throws another punch, but Trevor blocks it and buries his fist in Fred's gut. Fred keels over and Trevor throws him to the ground. Again, Trevor sits on his chest and throws punches. Fred's face is now covered in blood and Trevor reaches into his pocket and pulls out a switchblade as long as a steak knife. Carly screams as Trevor raises it and Sam, Freddie and Gibby run in to try and stop him, but Trevor's Friends jump up and stop them. Trevor brings the blade down, aiming it at Fred's throat. However, Fred manages to get a hand up and push the blade to the side, it misses his throat and sinks into his bicep. Fred holds Trevor's wrist tight so he can't pull the blade out and try again. Unfortunately, Trevor slams his fist into Fred's face again and he loses his grip. The knife slides out and Trevor raises it again, he's about to bring it down when a noise stops him in his tracks. The sound of a shotgun being cocked makes everyone's blood run cold. All eyes turn to the source of the noise to find T-Bo aiming the gun right at Trevor.
"Get off of him." T-Bo warns him. Trevor looks hesitant, but when T-Bo takes a step closer he gets off and backs up to the wall. His friends join him and Carly, Sam, Freddie, and Gibby run over to Fred who hasn't moved from the ground. "Here's what's gonna happen. You four," he says gesturing at Trevor and his friends, "Are gonna go to jail and leave the iCarly kids alone, got it?" They all nodded as police sirens could be hear approaching. The next twenty minutes were filled with explanations, car rides and a trip to the hospital. When they were at the hospital, Fred was rushed to the ER while the others had to wait. After a few hours, they were allowed to see him.
"Hey guys." He groans.
"What were you thinking?" Carly asks and slaps him on the arm, careful to avoid the stitches.
"I don't know." Fred answers honestly.
"Well," Carly says thinking of a way to scold him, "Don't do it again."
"You okay?" Freddie asks.
"Yeah, that's why I'm in the hospital." Fred says sarcastically and then smiles.
"I was just asking." Freddie says defensively.
"I know I was just messing with you." Freddie tells him.
"Can you not mess with me all the time?"
"Sam, why'd you have to pick such a whiney girlfriend?" Fred asks Sam
"You See!" Freddie says and points, laughing at Fred's joke.
"Come on Nub, let's go get me some fat cakes." Sam tells him and guides him out of the room. After they leave, Carly turns back to Fred and smiles.
"You really didn't have to do that." She says.
"Oh, okay, you can fight the next dude." Fred says with a smile.
"Shut up." She whispers and leans in close. Their lips meet and find a nice rhythm. They continue to kiss for about thirty seconds, when a voice interrupts them.
"Guys, I'm still here." Gibby tells them awkwardly. Fred just smiles and waives him out. He shuffles out to go do Gibby things.
"Now," Fred says, "Where were we?"
Okay, so not the Seddiest of Chapters, but i really like what i've got going between Fred and Carly and wanted to add to it a bit. tell me what you think.