Chapter 6 (Freddie's POV)

I felt like crap. My arm burned, my head felt like it was on fire. Carly came back and had everything we needed. She got ten cans of Whipped Cream. Sam emptied all the cans. When it was time for me to go under, Carly told me to put the Whipped Cream can in my mouth and press the button, like I would if I was putting it on something. She said it would make me go to sleep. "What if it doesn't work?" Sam asked while Carly was in the kitchen preparing to sow my wound up.

"It'll work," I told her.

"But what if Carly messes up and rips the skin off your arm?" she asked.

"Carly isn't going to rip the skin off my arm," I sighed.

"What if she trips when she comes back into the room and stabs you?"

"Sam, please, stop," I said. "You're starting to make me more nervous than I already was."

"Right." she pursed her lips. "Sorry."

"Uh-huh," I nodded.

Carly came into the room and she handed me a Whipped Cream can. I put in my mouth and held down the button. I don't remember how many of those things I went through, but I was knocked out cold.

-Dream- (A/N: Yeah, yeah, Freddie is going to have another dream whether you like it or not. Don't blame me, blame Percy Jackson! I have to write about dreams in that so blah!)

The sky was dark. Sam and I were running through a forest. Lights were jumping from tree to tree. I panted as we ran through the brush. Sam was holding my hand as I pulled her through the darkness. "We're not going to make it!" Sam protested.

"Yes, we are," I panted.

A gun fired behind us. A light hit the back of Sam's back. I grabbed her waist and pulled her into the bushes. Rick and Luke emerged from the trees. They shined their flashlights. Sam and I ducked as the flashlight passed over our heads. "Freddie, if you come out, we won't have to use force," Rick said.

Sam trembled beside me. The sound of Rick and Luke's footsteps trailed away from us. The wind blew and Sam shivered. It was July so I wasn't sure why the night was so cold. I took my jacket off and gave it to Sam. She quickly put it on and zipped it up. "I'm scared, Freddie," she whispered.

"Sam Puckett, is scared? I didn't think you could get scared," I smiled.

"This isn't a joke, Fredward!" she hissed. "This is different. It's different from the time of my mom's boyfriends hit her, from the time Melanie choked on a carrot, from the time I almost fell to my death on a window washers platform. I was scared all those times, but I'm really scared this time. I'm scared I'm going to lose you."

"I'm not going to go anywhere," I told her.

"How do you know that? They could come back and find us," Sam said. "They'll take you away. I'll probably go to juvie for helping you-"

I kissed her. "You talk WAY to much," I muttered.

-End Dream-

I woke up in Sam's bed. The TV was off. How long had I been out? Carly and Sam were no where to be seen. My forehead was drenched with sweat. I swung my feet on the floor. Then I realized my shirt was off. Did I take it off before I went under? I didn't think so. The Godzilla shirt lay in front of my feet. There were blood stains on it. Okay, that explained it.

I stood up and looked around. The house was totally silent. I walked down the steps. It was nighttime out. The kitchen light was the only light in the house on. "Sam? Carly?" I said.

No answer.

I walked into the kitchen and a note was left on the table. Sighing, I picked the note up and started to read it.

Freddie,

Sam and I went to the Groovie Smoothies. We'll be back in a little bit. There's some chicken in the freezer. Feel free to warm it up.

-Carly

They went to get a smoothie without me? Well, I was a fugitive so I couldn't go anyway. I looked at my arm. Carly had sowed it up nicely. I felt a lot better than I did before. I warmed the chicken in the freezer up. It was different from the prison food I had eaten. It tasted WAY better because I knew I didn't have to go back to a prison cell again.

After I was done, I flopped on Sam's couch and turned the TV on. One of the news channels was talking about me. I never thought I'd get famous by killing somebody.

"Fugitive, Freddie Benson, is still missing. He has committed the murder of Nevel Papperman so he considered dangerous. If you see him, please notify the police right away." A picture of my face popped up.

The news lady started talking to the guy beside her. "You know, Frank, many people were shocked that Freddie Benson would kill somebody. From what I gather, he was the tech-producer of a popular web show called 'iCarly'. It really makes one wonder why a teenager would commit such a horrible crime," she said.

"I know that he was well loved by his friends and family. But the police told us that his mother was killed a few weeks before the murder of Nevel Papperman. Perhaps, that is the reason Freddie killed Nevel. Maybe, he just needed to take out all of his sadness and anger on somebody. That person just happened to be Nevel Papperman," the man said.

"Yes, that may be the case. However, you can't help but feel sorry for Mr. Papperman's family. I mean what a terrible loss. It just makes me wonder what a boy, not even a teenager, did to deserve being murdered," the girl sighed.

I wanted to strangle both of them. They had NO idea. Nevel killed my mom. But did the damn cops know that? No! They didn't search the crime scene enough! Plus, Nevel would have just gotten a few years in prison.

A hand touched my shoulder. "Freddie, you know you shouldn't watch this, it only makes you more angry," Sam said in a gentle voice.

Carly took the remote from me and flipped the TV off. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Much better," I told her.

"Good," Carly smiled. "It's Wednesday so we have tonight, and tomorrow night before Sam's mom comes home. What are we going to do with Freddie then?"

"Could he stay at your apartment?" Sam asked.

"Would Spencer turn me in?" I said.

"I don't think he would," Carly shrugged. "But I think it's too risky, considering, I live in an apartment building, filled with people."

"Yeah, good point," I muttered.

"You called me on Gibby's phone, right?" Sam asked me.

I nodded.

"Could you stay with him? I mean, he didn't turn you in so why would he now?" Sam said.

"That would probably be a bad idea," I said. "Gibby's mom isn't like your mom."

"Freddie's right," Carly agreed. "He'll have to stay with an adult that wouldn't turn him in. I'm still not sure about Spencer, but I can find out."

"How are you going to find out without actually telling him Freddie is here?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, but I'll think of something," Carly said.

Carly left an hour later. I could tell Sam didn't really want to be alone with me for some reason. It's not like I was going to attack her or something. We were sitting in the living room watching Underworld. Sam was sitting as far as possible from me. "Sam, I'm not going to bite you," I teased.

"I'm not stupid. I just don't want you to try and make out with me again," she snapped.

"Well, at the dance, you seemed like you wanted me to kiss you, jeez," I said.

"That was different. Now, you're a fugitive. It's not a good idea for me to date a fugitive. That would buy me a one way ticket to a broken heart again," Sam told me.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't think the cops would bust into our gym and arrest me right before I was going to kiss you," I sighed.

"Freddie, what if something happened to you? Like, if you get shot? Maybe next time, it won't just graze your shoulder; it'll go straight through it," Sam said.

"Nothing is going to happen to me," I promised.

Sam bit her lip. "You know, for a dork, I did actually kind of miss you."

I smiled and opened my arms to her. Sam crawled into my arms and laid against my bare chest. I buried my face in her curly blond hair, like I had before my mom's funeral. Only this time it wasn't awkward because no one else was there but us.

I jumped when I heard Sam's phone ringing. Sam pulled away from my arms and picked her phone up. I looked at the clock behind me. It was three in the morning. "It's Carly," Sam yawned and answered her phone. "What's up, Carly Girl?"

"I got it! I know where Freddie can go!" I heard Carly say.

"Where?" Sam put the phone on speaker.

"Okay, you're probably not going to like this idea, but Freddie can stay at Nora's house," Carly suggested.

Sam and I looked at each other; I knew we were both thinking the same thing: Hell, no.

"So what do you guys think?" Carly asked.

"Is she even out of jail?" I said.

"Yeah, she got off early for good behavior," Carly told us.

"Alright, cool, but I really, really don't want to be left alone with her for even an hour," I protested.

"Listen, Freddie, Nora might be your only chance," Carly pleaded.

"I know she's creepy, but can you please deal with her? For me?" Sam asked.

I wanted to protest but instead, it came out as more of an, "Okay."

"Carly, you did call Nora didn't you?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, actually. She wasn't mad at us or anything. I mean, if you send someone to jail, they usually hate you..But she wanted to know if we would come to her next birthday party...weird. I asked her if she could keep Freddie until we find somewhere else for him. Turns out, her parents are leaving for a month and not taking her with them," Carly explained.

"Cool. Are we meeting her tomorrow?" Sam said.

"We're meeting her at noon at her house," Carly told us.

Sam talked to Carly for a little bit then hung up. "Sam, I really don't want to be around 'Future Rapist'," I told her.

"And you think I do?" Sam asked.

"So you're jealous?" I smiled.

"No," Sam said.

"Hey, I-I have a question..." I stammered.

"What?"

"Are we, uh, dating?"

"No, we are not dating. I told you before; I don't want to become to attached to you if you get shot or something. That could make me do something stupid," Sam said. "For example, helping a fugitive."

"Aw, come on, you're helping me out of the kindness of your heart," I told her.

Sam grabbed my hand and flipped me over on my back. My shoulder burned. "Ow! Hey, injured person here!" I protested.

She laughed. "You've taken worse than that before."

I growled and kicked her feet out from under her. "Ow! What's your problem, Benson?" she snarled.

"I just thought you'd like to know what it feels like," I shrugged.

Sam made a face. "I have half a mind to punch your shoulder."

I quickly covered my shoulder in protection. "Please, don't."

She smiled, "I'm just messing with you."

Sam helped me up. "Would you like to sleep on the couch or the bed?" I asked.

"I'll sleep on the couch," Sam shrugged.

"Okay, cool," I said.

I feel asleep pretty fast. Seeing Nora would be...fun...I was not looking forward to it. But she was my last hope. But I pushed Nora out of my mind. I thought about what Sam had said. She didn't want to get close to me and do something stupid. In my mind, I knew she was right. But I just wanted to be with her so bad it made my heart hurt.

Author's note: I don't really like this chapter. I'm not sure why. Do any of you guys know when Season 4 of iCarly is coming out? I hope there's a lot of seddie. Anyway, could you guys try to get 35 reviews before the next update? Just kidding. I'm not going to be like those authors that want 10 reviews before they update again.

Okay, just for the record, I'm not sure how long this story is going to be...I'm seeing maybe 10-15 chapters...I'm not really sure what to write about. So if you guys have ANY ideas on what should happen, please comment. Oh, and uh...this is kinda awkward but I will not write any sexual content, okay? So if that's one of your ideas throw it out now! I totally refuse to write that! Later, hope you guys liked this chapter cuz I didn't.

-Angel of Darkness1337