Disclaimer: The iCarly name, characters and show belong to Dan Schnieder. I own nothing.

Here it is, chapter 2 of "Unwanted Company."

Read it, review it, and if it isn't too much to ask, enjoy it. :)

If y'all haven't read "Unfinished Business" by me (/s/7749656/1/), then you might need to read it, there are some things that are mentioned there that aren't actually canon. :L

iBreak Up.

Pushing the button to call the elevator to Carly's apartment, Sam, Freddie and Brian, all stood waiting in the lobby of Bushwell Plaza. It had come to Sam's attention that she didn't know much about Brian. Sam felt a certain curiosity pulling her to start a conversation with him.

"Hey Bri, where do you go to school?" asked Sam, as the elevator dinged open.

"North High, down in Torrance, California." Brian said, quietly.

"Yeah, just as I thought, never heard of it." laughed Sam.

While Sam meant this as a friendly joke, Freddie seemed to think that it was rude.

"Sam! Come on, be nice." scolded Freddie.

Holding her hands up in defence, Sam was surprised he didn't see the friendly undertone.

"Baby! I was ju-"

"Don't worry about it Freddie." chuckled Brian. "I knew that was a joke." still chuckling at his misunderstanding. "Yeah, well, Torrance is all the way down in California. So it makes sense." Brian explained.

"Yeah! Jeez, Freddie." said Sam as she backhanded him lightly on the chest.

The elevator dinged, and the door slid upwards revealing a stunned Spencer, looking on at a scene that was just finishing up in the living room.

"…NO THAT WAS YOUR FAULT! ALL YOU WANTED TO DO WAS WATCH THAT STUPID VAMPIRE MOVIE!" shouted Brad.

"WELL SORRY, FOR LOVING EDMUND CUTHBERT SO MUCH!" yelled Carly.

"YOU CAN KEEP LOVING HIM. OBVIOUSLY YOU DON'T NEED TO LOVE ME ANYMORE. WE'RE THROUGH."

With that, and a loud bang, Brad slammed the door, leaving Spencer, Freddie, Sam, and Brian to stand and look over a distraught Carly. Uncomfortable didn't even begin to describe the situation. Carly dropped to the couch, sobbing through her hands. In a flash, Sam was by her side, with the three boys standing over watching them.

"Hey, hey, Carls. It's okay, Brad was a jerk anyway."

"No- he wasn't." she stuttered, still crying. "You loved his fudge!" she burst out, grabbing ahold of Sam and crying even louder into her shoulder.

"…yeah well, besides his amazing fudge, he's still a jerk." muttered Sam.

Meanwhile, Spencer had lead the two Benson boys into the kitchen, pouring out some Wahoo Punch into five glasses for all of them.

"So… Brian! Welcome to Seattle!" Spencer declared, handing him a glass.

"yeah, thanks. Glad to be here, I guess. It's been two hours and I've already seen two dramatic situations." he commented.

"Two, huh? What, a hobo and a snake were having a tussle over some crackers?" laughed Spencer. "That'd make a great sculpture…" he mused.

Confused, Brian looked to Freddie for any kind of explanation. He knew that Spencer was a sculptor, seeing many of his works on episodes of iCarly, but he had no idea that he was this zany.

"Just… don't worry about it. Spencer here has the imagination of a toddler." said Freddie, patting Spencer on the back.

"Why thank you my good man!" exclaimed Spencer, throwing his head upwards. "And you, have the arms of an Olympic Weightlifter! Look at them, I cant even get my hand around them!" scrunching his face up as he gripped Freddie's arm and stretching his hand as far as it could go.

"Believe me, I've noticed. You wouldn't think that my cuz would be so buff, being the nerd that he was." said Brian, taking a sip of his punch.

"I'm just going to take these to Carly and Sam." Freddie informed Spencer, slightly uncomfortable at the minor groping.

Wow, Spencer's like the weirdest of the weird.

"Hey, Brian, you interested in art? Like sculptures and stuff?" he asked Brian.

"uh, yeah, I guess?"

"Sweet! Come here, I'll show you some of my works. See that robot over there?" pointing at the green sculpture, made entirely out of bottles. "Pretty cool huh? And there's that…"

While Spencer was showing Brian around the apartment, Carly was still crying on Sam's shoulder. Sam grew tired of it, forcing herself to rub Carly's back.

Daaamn. I forgot how much of a marathon crier she is.

All Freddie did was hold out a box of tissues and take regular sips from his cup of Wahoo Punch. Finally, Carly lifted her head, clearing her nose, and wiping her eyes.

"Sorry guys. I mean, we were holding that back for a while. …I just never knew he'd break up with me like this!" breaking back out into tears.

"Ugh, there she goes again." Sam groaned, wrapping her arms around Carly's back.

It wasn't very often that Freddie saw Sam comforting someone, but when she was, he adored her even more than he normally would. They've been dating for a while, but every time he looked at her, it was like that first night they got together over again. Nothing would ever change the way he saw her; the way her blonde waves fell like a waterfall down her shoulders and her back gave Freddie goose-bumps. Even the most unorthodox of things, like how her crystal blue eyes sparkled in the presence of any kind of meat, it made Freddie smile uncontrollably. Especially now, how she forced herself to comfort her best-friend, when comforting was the last thing she'd like to be doing in this situation, it made Freddie know how lucky he was to be with her.

Of course, on the other side of the hallway, Mrs. Benson was expecting the two boys, and was meticulously cleaning every visible surface. She wouldn't have noticed that they were supposed to be here over an hour ago, had Freddie messaged ahead to let her know that they were just at Carly's. A part of her wanted to make sure that Freddie was alright, but lately, she's been able to discern that it was a little over-neurotic of her to be doing that ALL the time. Over the past couple of months, Mrs. Benson's mental health was improving, she still cleaned to the point of perfection like she was now, but her attitude towards Freddie had softened. What happened when she skipped her medication for even a day haunted her, and it lead to her gentler approach to his care. Being his mom, the over-protective neurotic moments peeked through now and then, but only when they were alone, or when Sam was with Freddie. Being his girlfriend, Sam accepted that Freddie had a mom like Mrs. Benson, and even agreed to take extra care of him while she had that brief 3 month stint in Troubled Waters. Mrs. Benson had even grown accustomed to having Sam over, and often found the two of them asleep in each other's arms on the couch. It reminded her of her husband Leonard, before that horrible accident.

Finally, the two boys walked in on Mrs. Benson whilst she was running a cloth over the TV screen, not acknowledged by her until they closed the door.

"There you boys are! Thank you for texting Freddiekins, what happened at Carly's?" she requested, putting down the rag. "Oh, and Brian, welcome to Seattle. I hope you had a pleasant trip here." smiling at her nephew.

Dropping his keys in a bowl on top of a cabinet, Freddie took his shoes off and approached Mrs. Benson to greet her with a kiss on her cheek.

"Brad broke up with Carly. Carly's crying about it, and Brian got shuffled around their apartment by Spencer so he could see the sculptures."

"I'm so sorry dear, Spencer is an odd case." apologised Mrs. Benson.

"It wasn't all bad Aunt Marissa, some of them were pretty cool, like that four sided clock he had in his room? He said he could make me one!" exclaimed Brian.

"Just as long as it doesn't burst into flames dear." she warned him.

With a look of confusion, Brian glanced over to Freddie, who was expecting he would be needing an explanation.

"Spencer's works have a… habit of bursting into flames. Especially if they involve wiring." elaborated Freddie. "But it hasn't happened for a while, so I guess it'll be fine."

"Yes, yes, you don't need to worry about that now. Brian, you can have the guest room. Our old friend T-Bo just moved out, so you'll find it empty." she said, checking her watch. "If you need anything, just go across the hall, I have to be at a therapy appointment. Freddie, do you mind getting the car?"

"Not at all, Mom." he turned to Brian, "Later dude. Remember, Sam and Spencer are just across the hall. You don't even have to knock." he informed him.

The two of them exited the apartment, which left Brian to sort himself out in the Guest Room. Leaving his bags in the living room, he walked over to the door that Mrs. Benson pointed out, and turned the knob. A waft of fresh potpourri hit his nose as he opened the door, obviously one of Aunt Marissa's touches. The room was void, empty. Save for the made-up bed, and the dresser that stood opposite it. There wasn't a hint of dust in the room, which he expected. Exhausted, Brian sat down on the green bed sheets.

This is definitely going to be an interesting summer vacation.

After he had moved his suitcases into the room, not bothering to unpack them just yet, he contemplated the people he met today. The gravity of it sank in.

Holy cheeseballs. I just met the cast of iCarly in person!

Sure, he was related to Freddie, and knew that he was on iCarly, but meeting Sam up front was a lot more exciting. She was exactly like what she was like on the web-show; mischievous and funny. It had occurred to him then, that he never got to properly meet the other half of iCarly. Carly herself. So he debated, go over there and introduce himself, or stay here because she might be too distraught.

I guess I could lend an ear while I'm there. He decided, and headed over to their apartment.

Upon entering through their door, he saw that Spencer was on the couch, watching TV. He somehow knew what Brian wanted, and pointed upstairs.

"They're in the studio, just keep going up the stairs." he mumbled, fixated on the screen.

Following his instructions, Brian alighted on the staircase and climbed up the three floors of the loft, to the studio. When he got there, he could see through the glass door that Sam, and Carly were facing the opposite way to him, sitting on the bean-bag chairs. The only visible part of them was their hair, brunette and blonde, flowing down the hunches of the bean bags. Slowly, he knocked and opened the door, snatching the attention of both Carly and Sam. He noticed that Carly's eyes were surrounded by puffy red rings, but to his relief, she seemed to have stopped crying.

"I just wanted to come and say hi. I never properly got to introduce myself." approaching Carly.

Wordlessly, Sam got up and left the studio.

"Don't worry about her, she was just about to get up and get some food anyway." hiccoughed Carly. "Sorry you had to see me like that today. Not exactly the most courteous thing to do."

Taking a seat next to her, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his red hoodie.

"It's fine, I totally get it." Brian said in a huff.

"What do you mean?" Carly asked, curious at his tone.

"I just understand what you're going through." he confessed.

It was odd, he felt drawn to let himself open up to her. Brian had only ever seen Carly in a comedic light, but now, as he saw her red-eyed, fresh from being dumped, there was a connection between them. A rare connection between two people who have just gone through recent break-ups.

"This might be weird, since I just met you and all, but back in Torrance, I had a girlfriend. Katie. And… before school finished, like, a week ago, we had this huge fight." his voice creaking slightly at the mention of her name. "We had been going out for a while, but the entire time, I had this feeling in the back of my goddamn mind that we were going to break-up."

Carly was giving him her full attention, hugging her knees, and lying her head on them to face him.

"I kind of put it in the back of my mind. Y'know for the sake of the relationship, but eventually it came rushing back to me, and the tension was just too… big to keep back." he explained, reliving the final week of his school year. "We started arguing over what pizza to order, she said cheese, I said chicken. Normally we'd get both, on the same pizza, just to stop the fighting, but this time it didn't work. We started yelling at each other, and before I knew it, we started to air out the stuff that pissed us off, like how she never wanted to play video games with me, or like how she hated how I wore hoodies all the time. Then she stormed out and slammed my bedroom door on me." confessed Brian. "What I'm trying to say is, I know how you feel. You might have not felt what i-"

"I do." Carly interrupted.

Brian was surprised, and intrigued by what she meant by it.

"You mean you felt the break-up coming the entire time?" he asked, fixing his fringe.

"Yeah. I did what you did Brian, I tried to hold it back, but I guess it wasn't supposed to happen." she sniffled.

"That's good."

Wait, no that came out wrong. He thought, as he said it.

"Oh no! Not like that, just good that yo-" he clarified.

"Brian! Relax, I know what you were trying to say." she reassured him, putting a hand on his arm. "It's nice to have someone that knows what I'm going through." flashing him a smile.

Why hello there, could your smile get any cuter?

"Phew! Thank God. Well, I guess that's one way to introduce yourself." joked Brian.

"Yeah, it sure is." agreed Carly, with a hint of sarcasm.

A thought came to Carly's mind, something that help Brian ease his way in for the vacation.

"Brian, no offence, but you're a tech geek right?" asked Carly.

"Well yeah, I mean I can do some networking and stuff…"

"You wanna work with iCarly?" she offered.

"Wh-what?" stammered Brian, stunned at the offer. "You mean like, do tech stuff? Doesn't Freddie already have that job?"

"Yeah, but y'know Brad was his assistant…" Carly started sobbing at the mention of his name.

Brian had no idea what to do, she was on the verge of crying.

"I'll do it, just… please don't cry, I'm not good with girls when they cry." he pleaded.

"I'll try." smiled Carly, tears in her eyes.

What the hell is with her smile? It's so… radiant. He thought to himself.

Unaware to them, Sam stood at the door way looking over Brian and Carly, when Freddie came up the stairs, back from dropping his mom off at the therapist.

"Hey wha-" Freddie began, before Sam hushed him. She stuck her thumb out towards the studio.

"Your cousin and Carly are getting comfortable." whispered Sam as Freddie slid his hands around her waist.

"Wow. Didn't expect that to happen." he said, keeping his voice down.

A vibrating noise came from Freddie's jeans, sending a rumbling sensation through his leg and Sam's lower back.

"Please tell me that was just your phone." Sam asked worriedly, turning around to face him.

With a hand still on her waist, he took his PearPhone out of his pocket and read the message.

"Oh man. It's Melanie again." whined Freddie.

"Again?"

"Yeah, she's been texting me ever since this morning."

Sam could feel a burning emotion rising in her chest.

"Ugh, gimme that." snatching the phone off of Freddie.

Heeeey Freddie. ;) y'know, you should dump Sam. im a lot better than my sister… Kissing included. ;D

Trying to keep a straight face, she handed the phone back to him. That message did more than enrage Sam, it made her want to physically hurt something. A look of anger was plastered on her face, which made Freddie anxious.

"Whoa, Sam. Just calm down." he cautioned, gently gripping her shoulders and looking into her eyes. "I'm not going to cheat on you, you're my princess, remember? I just won't reply, she'll have to give up eventually."

"It's not you I'm worried about. It's Melanie. There's no telling what she's going to do."

"Hey, hey. Come on, just let it go. If anything happens, you can just punch her!" reassured Freddie. "and if it helps, you're the better twin anyway." pulling her into a secure embrace.

For once, his touch didn't relax her. No one understood what Melanie was capable of, or what lengths she'd go to for what she wants. No one but Sam, because like all twins, they thought in the exact same ways.

As always, leave a comment, tell me what you guys would love to see happen, some kind of direction would be great. :)