A/N: Thanks for the gigantic support on this story. This is the longest story I've ever written, but it's one of my favorites. It's hard to say goodbye, but I think I'm sending it off in the best way possible.

Disclaimer: All rights go to Dan and Nickelodeon.

Epilogue: The Fighter

It had been six months and not one call from the hospital. Freddie assumed that it happened and they were too afraid to.

He hadn't bothered to visit. It hurt too much to see me like that. Even though it'd been a long time, he just couldn't let me go. He knew that's what I wanted, but it was the hardest thing to actually do.

Carly, Freddie and Spencer had spent time together, trying to heal the wounds. Carly was devastated, and kept to herself since they found out. Spencer tried to be there for her, but she was like a turtle, hiding under her shell.

They were all in Carly's apartment, sitting around the kitchen table, about to have dinner. The table was silent as they started to eat, and then Carly finally spoke, "Can we talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" Freddie questioned, cutting up his spaghetti with a fork.

"The thing we don't talk about, Freddie," Freddie dropped his fork on the plate and went into the living room, "Look, Sam wouldn't want this! She would want us to move on and be happy!"

"How can I be happy, Carly?!" He explained, "I lost my wife!"

He collapsed on the couch and Carly sat next to him. Spencer walked over to them, "Look, guys, Carly's right. Sam wants all of us to move on. You know what you should do? Do an iCarly, that's what she would've wanted. I know it's not the same, but just do one more, for her."

Carly and Freddie looked at each other.

"Hey everybody," Freddie held the camera, as Carly spoke, "Listen, we've been told that Sam won't make it, so this is goodbye. Thank you for all of your support-"

Knock, knock!

Freddie put on a pre-take video as we exited the studio.

"Who is it?" Carly called as she came down the stairs.

"Dr. Reynolds," Freddie froze, afraid of why he was there, "I have something for you." They heard him walk away. What did he mean? Freddie walked over and opened the door.

"What took you so long? I should've just picked the lock," I smiled as he picked me up and spun me around.

My hair had grown back and I was healthy. It turns out that I'm part of the small percentage that survived from this disease.

After hugging Freddie, I hugged Carly and Spencer, "I'm fine. So, I guess you guys are stuck with me."

"What about iCarly?" Spencer said. Carly grabbed Spencer and pulled him up the stairs.

"Banner year, huh?" I joked, laughing as his face remained serious. He sat with me on the couch. His face made me realize something, "You watched it didn't you?"

"Yes," He admitted.

"I'm sorry," Freddie looked confused, "that I put you through this."

He smiled as he looked at me, "You're here, you're healthy, and that's enough for me. I love you, Sammy."

"I love you too, Fredward." We leaned closer, but as our lips almost touched, he asked me a question, "How did you make it through that?"

"I'm a fighter," I said, "No disease will ever change that."

We gently kissed and after nine months of torment, everything turned up.

That was the moment I knew that I wasn't just fighting for life...I was fighting for love.

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