A/N: Hey y'all! Between my new story, iMade A Stupid Wish and finishing iHave Another Side, I haven't gotten around to this in a while. I'm absolutely sure 100% sure that you guys are awesome! Great reviews! :)

Disclaimer: I'm not Dan Schneider...we wouldn't have to wait for iLost My Mind if I was. So no I don't own iCarly:(

Chapter 3: Love, Life and Questions

"What?" Freddie said as he stood up, "No she's fine! You're lying!"

"Mr. Benson, I know she's your girlfriend, but please listen to me. She has Leukemia." Freddie sat down again and looked at the floor.

"Is she gonna..." Freddie didn't want to say the last word. It was too much to take.

"I don't know, but it's early on so there's a chance she'll live," Dr. Reynolds tried to cheer Freddie up.

"I wanna see her," He said, blankly.

"Of course," Dr. Reynolds directed him to Sam's room. What would Sam say? Had the doctor told her? Was she scared? All these questions made him want to see her more.

"Here, Mr. Benson." Freddie walked in the room. Sam was lying there, eyes closed. He wondered if she knew.

"Hey, Beautiful," He said. Sam awoke and saw it was Freddie.

"Hey, take a seat." He took a seat in a chair near her bed.

"Do you know?" Please say no, Freddie thought. He just didn't want her to hurt.

"Yes, I know," Freddie looked down again.

"Are you scared?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am," She took Freddie's hand, "Look at me," He looked at Sam, "I've known there wasn't something right for a while, like a week. The odds of me getting this were not good. But, you know me and odds," She grinned, "I'm gonna stay alive as long as I can. However long I stay, I want to spend what time I've got with you," Freddie kissed her hand.

"I don't want you to go," He quietly said.

"Freddie, I'm not going anywhere, you understand?" Freddie nodded, "I'm gonna fight it. I will fight it for me, for you, for us."

"Are you gonna take chemo?" He asked her.

"I have to," She said, trying to comfort him, "but they said-"

"This is stupid! You're sixteen! You're beautiful! Why does this have to happen?" He held back tears.

"Like I said, me and odds." Freddie looked at her deeply.

"I'm gonna do everything I can to make you survive," Freddie said to her, "I promise you."

"That's all I can ask for." She kissed his forehead gently.

January 26th

So, yesterday I fainted and found out I have the big C. Yup, I've got cancer. Fredley and I also have started dating. Long story. He's really worried about me. I'm sitting here, where I woke up at 9AM I see Benson in the chair beside me, out like a light. He stayed here all night. I've been watching him sleep. Is that creepy? I heard this quote from some Soap Opera that said, 'You know you really love someone when you watch them sleep'. I've been watching them because that's all they have on at the hospital. Well, Benson is starting to wake up. Later.

Wish me luck,

Sam

Freddie stretched a little, "What are you doin'?"

"Waiting for you to get up. Did you really stay here all night?" Sam asked. She thought he'd left after he went out of the room to talk to Carly and Spencer.

"You thought I was lying when you said I'd be here for you?" Freddie smiled.

"No, I just think it's sweet. I'm glad you're up. I'd be stuck watching Soap Operas if you weren't," Sam laughed, "Isn't it funny how I don't want to watch them, but I'm in one?"

"What are you talking about?" Freddie was so confused. The girl he loved made no sense at times.

"You know me having...you know," Freddie knew she was more scared then she had said, but you know Sam and her tough girl image.

"Sam..." Freddie's face turned serious.

"C'mon, Freddie lighten up!" Sam encouraged.

"How is it funny, Sam?" Her face turned serious, "Why aren't you scared?"

"I'm only scared of leaving you. Losing you," She said, "I don't want to leave you! I want to stay and be happy and never have to go through this! I have to joke or it makes me cry and think about losing you," She started to sob, "All this time and we finally say we love each other and I'm gonna lose you! I love you!" She was so upset. Freddie let tears slip too.

"Sam..." He pulled her into a hug, "I love you, we won't lose each other. I promise." She cried and he eventually laid down beside her, held her and stroked her hair until she fell asleep in his arms.

"Spencer, what are we gonna do?" Carly asked, sitting on her couch in and her brother Spencer's apartment.

"I don't know, kid. I guess we should treat her like nothing's changed. That way she doesn't have to think about it," Spencer said, before taking a sip of his Peppi Cola.

"I knew something was wrong! I should've done something! I done want her to die!" Carly flinched at the last word as she said it.

Spencer walked over and sat on the couch next to Carly.

"Kiddo, there was nothing you could do. It wasn't your fault. I know we'll get through this." Spencer put his hand on Carly's shoulder.

"Just tell me Sam's gonna be okay." Carly said looking at Spencer.

"I can't tell you that," He said, frowning. Carly contemplated this for a moment. She might die. She might not. She might never do iCarly again. How was she supposed to go on without her best friend? And what about Freddie? How is he gonna do iCarly without Sam? He won't. How is she supposed to help Freddie? His pain would be overwhelming if she went. Carly would be in so much pain if she went.

"I don't want to lose my best friend." She hung her head down.

"I know."

"So, when do you start Chemo?" Freddie asked.

"I'm not sure, I think sometime this morning," Sam said, quietly.

Sam was lying next to Freddie in the hospital bed. They were facing each other.

"Do you love me?" Sam asked. Freddie looked at her like she had lost her mind, "I mean I'm gonna have to go through all of it and I won't look the same for a while. I'll lose my hair. I don't want you to love me any less than you do now."

"Sam, I didn't fall in love with your hair," Freddie assured her, "I fell in love with you. You're hair is beautiful and it will grow back. You will always be Sam Puckett, no matter what you look like."

"I love you, Fredley," Sam smirked.

"Really? The name calling?" Freddie gave her a Way-to-Ruin-the-Moment look.

"Sorry, it was getting too mushy and it was creepin' me out." Freddie chuckled.

"Samantha Puckett?" A nurse walked in. She looked about mid thirty's and she was short. She had brown hair and blue eyes. She was holding a clipboard.

"Please, call me Sam. I'd like something to be the same."

"Well, Sam, we'd like to start your chemo." She said it slowly as though she would cause an uproar if she said it too fast.

"Sure. Freddie, will you be here when I get back?" Sam asked.

"Where else would I be?" They both smiled.

"Alright, Sam. Let's get you onto this wheel chair," She said, pulling a wheelchair to the side of the hospital bed, "Mr. Benson would you mind putting Sam in the wheelchair? I forgot her chart. I'll be just a minute."

"Sure." Freddie picked up Sam wedding style. Freddie kissed her like he would never see her again. Then, he put her gently down onto the wheelchair.

"Alright, let's go," The nurse said and wheeled her out. Sam blew a kiss to Freddie and mouthed 'I love you'.

Freddie was left alone in Sam's room.

He started to pray for Sam.

"Look, I know Sam can be unbearable and terrible. She can also be loveable and wonderful. She doesn't deserve this. Please don't make her die. I beg you. I'll do anything. I love her. Please don't do this for me. Do it for her, she deserves it."

Freddie smiled. He pulled out a picture of Sam. It was taken only a few days ago. Before this all began.

Question was: How would it end?

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