A/N: I think I may have effectively gotten myself out of a corner by writing a back door for myself. I realized, Sam was still a bit hazed and depressed when Oliver came. But Sam isn't one to dwell on her issues. The song is all about some girl saying well you have someone now so I'll go and find someone like you knowing full well that she will never ever find someone like the one that got away. Last chapter she found someone that was as nerdy as Freddie, and now she realizes she will never find a better nerd than Freddie.

Anyways, enjoy this chapter, and as always Review! I really like the reviews on last chapter. I want to acknowledge the long review by Jovial because it helped me write this chapter. I saw the character flaws I put on Oliver because of it, it helped me see how Sam's personality would reject it. I wanna thank you for that... that is if you re check this story soon. Get an account and drop me a line again!

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Regrets and Mistakes

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Sam and Freddie Arrived at rehearsal at the same time. Basically he waited for the pair to shower and change, hoping to maybe get a handle on this Brit twit she was sleeping with.

Sam starting to realize why she couldn't just let Oliver go. He looked so much like Freddie. He was a writer; not exactly a tech nerd but he put the words in her mouth on her show. That momentary lapse in judgment that allowed him into her Hotel bed was starting to clear up.

"Carly I got her." Freddie said as they walked into their friend's apartment.

"Yay, don't talk so loud please." Carly said flopping down on her couch.

Sam laughed and sat next to her. "Poor baby, I told you that you needed to pace yourself."

"Yeah… yeah." Carly stopped and took a double take at Oliver. "Who's that?"

"This is my…" Sam started, and then looked at him, Freddy came upon this conversation wanting to hear what she called the man he'd heard vocalize her pleasure with. Sam glanced at Freddy, and then back at Oliver, "This is Oliver. He is a staff writer on the show."

Carly raised her eyebrows impressed. "Hey."

Oliver looked at Sam and smiled at Carly. She could see his fragile man ego cracking yet again. Her face began to paint a picture of disgust. This dude was not a suitable replacement for the shining example of a man standing right next to him.

Just then Charlie came out of the bathroom. "Hey you got her." Charlie said when she saw Sam. "I was just in the bathroom…"

Freddie introduced his girlfriend to the new person in the room, "You guys go ahead and chat, while we rehearse, hopefully we can walk through this fast enough…" Freddie looked around. "Where's Gibbie."

"He left an hour ago, said that he had his part down, " Carly said

"Okay, let's get this cracking" Sam said and they headed to Carly's loft.

Before they got up there, Carly pulled Sam aside. "Sam, you're substituting."

Sam looked at Oliver then at Charlie and shrugged. "If he can do it, so can I."

Carly sighed. "It's creepy."

"Don't worry I am getting rid of the nerd the moment I get back to L.A." Sam looks at her best friend. "Look Carles, you were right, I can't get over him, and now he's getting married, so I have to move on. It may not be this nerd, but it was a step in the right direction."

Carly nodded then tilted her head in question. "Why are you so late anyway?"

Sam blushed, "I was busy moving on Carly."

"Sam!" Carly laughed.

Sam laughed, "I was in the middle of moving on, when Freddy showed up."

"Oh my god." Carly giggled.

"Hey, you guys coming?" Freddie said from above them.

"Yeah we're coming cool your jets," Sam said taking the stairs by two. Carly followed wondering how Sam had the energy to bound up the stairs after the night they'd had and the morning she says she had.

They ran through Rehearsal one time' then Freddie looked to see some things that he needed to tweak like the timing of some of the video he edited. But as soon as Carly walked down from the loft he caught Sam's arm to keep her there.

Sam looked at his hand then worked her eyes up to his face. Her deadly glare made him let go of her arm as if it were hot. "We need to talk."

"About?"

"This afternoon…" Freddie started, "Why did you answer the phone, if you were… I mean, I know you aren't going to stay celibate the rest of your life but that was a little mean."

Sam's brows shot up, "What are you talking about Fred?" Sam was beginning to fill with dread. Had Freddie heard her?

"When you answered the phone, in the middle of … you know… with the Brit."

"I didn't answer the phone…" Sam said her voice getting dangerously low. She turned to look down upon the living room. Oliver was having an animated conversation with Charlie. "That F..."

"You didn't answer the phone?" Freddie looked at her in shock and confusion, "I swear I heard some serious ass tapping in the background"

Sam started to laugh almost hysterically. "I said your name…" Her mood switched from Hysterical to incredibly angry. "I am going to kill that British hob knocker."

Sam was starting on her way down the stairs. Freddy grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back to the furthest corner of the loft. "Sam, wait…"

"Let go of me Freddie." She growled. She was embarrassed. The last thing she would ever want is for Freddie to hear something like that. Now he would never understand what she meant by the kiss she had given him the night before. She was letting him go because she loved him. What kind of person was she that he would think her capable of letting him hear something like that?

"Sam stop fighting me and listen." He turned her around to face him. "Carly was right… Charlie is a pitiful replacement for you. I am going to break off my engagement."

Sam went still. "You are?"

"Yeah… Just give me a little time." Freddie said helping her sit in the old car sculpture that Carly had shipped to her loft. Sam smiled and kissed him softly. When they parted from the kiss Freddie murmured, "you said my name?"

Sam snorted and ducked her head. "It was lucky that you were the one trying to call, you were totally in my head."

Freddie smiled at that. "I've done that before… Not recently, but it has cost me a few relationships."

"What?"

"Yeah… it was usually after watching an episode of Agent Jordan." That gets Sam to Laugh a little. "Feeling better?"

Sam nodded, "I'm still going to kill him though."

"Won't that hurt your job? Can't he write you off the show?"

"He's a staff writer not the show runner. I can deal."

"Okay," He murmured. He kissed her.

From her vantage point, Carly watched them have this murmured conversation and sighted a sigh of relief. "Fantastic, now can we get rid of those two unfortunate clones downstairs."

Sam and Freddie's head snap to Carly's direction. The trio laughed. Carly was so relieved to just have her friends back. No excess baggage and annoying others. Just the original iCarly crew.

When the evening is over, the three friends head from the loft. "You guys want to go to the Brazilian place down the street? I hear the Meat is to die for." Freddie said wrapping an arm around Sam's shoulder. The last part of that sentence he said it directly to Sam.

"Let's do it," Sam said, and before coming out from under his embrace she patted his butt and walked over to Oliver. Freddie reached out for Charlie's hand and all of them walked out of the apartment.

Sam and Carly decided it would be great to walk the two blocks that it took to get to the place, but were a little nervous to go because of their celebrity. But they made it to the restaurant without incident. There were a few Paparazzi hanging out because they must have heard that the iCarly crew had been hanging out in San Diego.

The Group entered the Rei Do Gado restaurant. It was a beautiful and intimate setting. They found seating at the most intimate corner of the restaurant; it was dark and romantically lit. In the booth, Carly sat at the first end. Then there was Charlie right next to her. Freddie went in next trapped between his Fiancée and his girlfriend Sam. Then there was Oliver who wrapped a possessive arm around Sam's shoulders.

Sam removed his arm from around her, and turned the meat stick to Green. "Alright lets get our grub on" This place was Sam's dream. The meat kept coming, and it was delicious meat after delicious meat piled high on her plate. "That's it don't be shy, put a little more on there."

Charlie and Oliver stared at her. Charlie was a little disgusted with the amount of meat that Sam consumed; and Oliver had actually never seen her eat before. Their relationship was mostly physical. Carly and Freddie laughed and completely ignored Sam's excessive consumption, and talked a bit about the show. "I think we need something else, something that kind of puts us over the top like some of your famous friends or something stopping in." Freddie said to Carly.

"Where would we get someone like that so last minute?"

"How about that chick Tori. That one that was dating Steven?" Sam stated around a piece of chicken. "Isn't she in Vegas Valentine? They are playing at the Sports Arena this weekend."

Carly smiled, "That is a good Idea!" She took out her cell and texted Tori. As she did that, Sam's hand kind of wandered down to Freddie's thigh. He took her hand under the table. Carly checked her text again, "It's a Go, Tori and Andre will definitely be there, maybe they will bring Jade and Cat."

"Sweet" Freddie said letting go of Sam's hand and resuming his eating.

Oliver reached for the meat stick to stop the meat from coming, and Sam smacked his hand. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm stopping this madness. You're being quite disgusting today."

"Disgusting?" She said looking at him as if he had grown a second head.

"I can't believe you can eat such a ghastly amount of meat. It is hard to watch."

Sam leveled him with a stare. "Well why don't you just leave."

And with that word, Oliver stood from his seat.

"I don't… I can't do this anymore." Oliver said, "You're crass, and rude, and I don't know what happened between this morning and tonight to make you so off putting." He looked at Freddie, "Though I can venture a guess. We're done." And with that Oliver walked out.

"Hey, don't forget to pay your part before you leave!" Sam yelled after him, then smirked as she leaned back in her seat.

Freddie reached out to her thigh on the bare skin between her boot and her skirt. She shivered and she guided his hand so that he could feel her heat. Freddie flicked at her, bit his lip and removed his hand. Sam nearly choked when he flicked her. "Are you okay?" Carly asked.

Sam nodded, and turned off the meat stick. "Bit off a little more that I could chew."