A/N: Here's another chapter. Thanks for the reviews. And, thanks to chocoholic1471 for the idea of Sam writing to them. I can't believe I hadn't thought of that.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

I saw Freddie double take as I signed my name gracefully and placed the pen next to the pad of paper. He saw it as a floating pen writing a ghostly message. I would have taken a double take, too. He slowly approached his desk fear and curiosity etched across his face.

"'Yes they do.'" Freddie frowned slightly. "Sam? Sam, are you there? Sam?"

Yeah, I'm here. But, now what? I quickly scribbled down a response.

"'Well, duh. I signed my name.' That's cold." He smiled. "But it's you." His eyes widened. "Oh." He sat down at the computer. "Now, let's see…'Shooting Stars: Dates and Times.'" Perfect…

It was 2:30 A.M. Yeah, waaaaaaay too early for my liking. I tapped Freddie on the shoulder even though he couldn't see me at all. "Huh? Who? What? Where? Oh." Wow. "Shooting star. Right." Genius.

We walked to the open window staring out at the array of shining stars. We knew in just a few minutes one of those stars would zoom before our eyes. It was the only shooting star for a while – which is why I sacrificed my sleep. I hoped Freddie would make the right wish. And, I hoped that wish would come true. I needed it to.

Right then, a bright trail of light streamed by. "Okay. Here goes. I wish…I could see – and hear – Sam again." With that, I felt a sudden…nothing.

"What? Nothing happened!" I heard myself shout.

"SAM?!" He heard me!

"Freddie! It worked!" I screeched hugging him. I quickly stepped backward and blushed.

"Freddie? What was that?" Mrs. B. Again.

"N…Nothing, Mom," he shouted back.

"Are you sure? I thought I heard that girl, again."

"It was nothing," he told her in a quieter tone.

"Okay. Why are you up? It's beddy-by, Freddie-by!"

"Yes, Mom." He turned to me. "Sorry, Sam. She's just…afraid…for my…well-being…And, she thinks you…threaten it…"

"Of, course."

"But, seriously, Sam, you were invisible? How…how could that happen?"

"I…I don't know. But, I guess wishes do come true. Sometimes not for the better."

"I…I really missed you Sam…I…um…I really did."

"I noticed." I kissed him. Nothing big, but it was something I had been wanting to do for so long.

"Oh. Okay then. Um…" He looked a little shocked. "So…I guess we'll tell Carly tomorrow." He laid down on his bed, and I took my place on the floor. "Here, you take the bed. I'll take the floor."

A/N: So? If you notice the wording of his wish, it leaves things a little open. Leave a review if you want Carly to be able to see Sam in the next chapter. Otherwise, the story will be a bit longer. Anyway, R & R. Oh, and sorry if Mrs. Benson seems a little…mean. Sayonara, SheriffBoB.