Chapter 9 (Sam's POV)

The wind was cold as it blew through my hair. I wasn't really a nature person. Considering, I wanted to make omelets out of baby chicks. "Are you cold?" Freddie asked.

"Kind of." I shivered.

"Here," Freddie took his hoodie off and put it around my shoulders.

"Thanks," I said.

Freddie pulled a flashlight out of his backpack. "We'll go deep into the forest, then when the sun comes up, we'll find our way out. Then our map should help us find the subway."

"Sounds good." I pulled the hoodie closer to me. "Freddie, do you think Nora will get in trouble?"

"Well, the cops will probably find our DNA all her house one way or the other," Freddie told me.

"I don't like Nora very much...but she still helped us. And she'll probably go back to jail because of us," I said.

"You and Carly would go to jail for helping me," Freddie shrugged.

The next morning I was ready to just die. Freddie and I had been too afraid to go to sleep. We kept thinking the police would find us if we stopped moving. My cell phone started to ring. I took it out of my pocket and answered, "Hello?"

"Hi, Sam. How are things there?" Carly asked.

"Oh, we're in the forest right now. We're hiding form the cops. Once we find our way out of this forest, we're going to a subway station. We'll take the subway to Chicago," I told her.

"Whoa. Wait. Let me guess, you guys got spotted at the fireworks," Carly said.

"Yep. When we're in Chicago there's an airport and we'll sneak in with the luggage," I said.

"Sounds fun," Carly mumbled.

"Hey, how's my mom? Does she want to know where I am? What about Spencer? Since I'm not over there 24/7, does he suspect anything?" I asked.

"Your mom just thinks your over at my apartment. I told Spencer you have to flu so he wouldn't start asking questions," Carly replied.

"Good. We should be there by sometime tomorrow," I told her.

"Great. Hey, what else happened at the fireworks?" Carly asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Did you make a move? Or did you guys just sit there and watch the fireworks like boring people?"

I looked to see where Freddie was. He was a few feet away from me starring at a map. "Alright. We kissed," I whispered into the phone.

"Yes! I knew it! How was it? Was if fun?" Carly asked.

"Didn't you ask us that the first time you found out we kissed? And sure...it was...fun. It felt like fireworks." I kept my voice low so Freddie wouldn't hear me.

"What if Freddie is the one?" Carly squealed.

"It's going to be pretty hard for him to be the one considering he's a wanted fugitive," I hissed.

"But that's so romantic!" Carly said.

I groaned. "Okay, fine. Whatever. We'll be there by tomorrow."

When I was hanging up the phone Carly was singing He Could Be the One by Miley-Hannah-oh! What's the difference? (A/N: If anyone reading this likes Miley Cyrus you have no idea how much I had to hold back to not insult her.)

"Okay, I found the way out of this forest," Freddie said.

"Okay, I found the way out of this forest," my ass. We wandered around that forest for at least three hours. After we found our way out, I gave Freddie his hoodie back so people wouldn't be able to see his face. He pulled the hood over his face. "Hey, sorry, I didn't know I was holding the map upside down."

I hit the back of his head. "Of course, you didn't."

"If it helps, I know exactly where the subway is," Freddie said.

"Just walk," I growled.

When we got to the subway it was noon. We sat in a corner and Freddie kept his head down and his arm folded. I wasn't sure how long we were on the subway. Freddie nudged me, "Come on, you're here."

Quickly we got off the subway. Freddie pulled the map out again. "We should be able to get to the airport by six if we walk. Or we could take a cab and that would take less time," Freddie suggested.

"Okay, you might be willing to risk you being caught, but I'm not. We're walking," I snapped.

When we got to the airport, I realized something. "Freddie, how are we going to get ON the plane?"

"Well, we're going in with the luggage," he said.

"Yeah, but it's not like they don't have guards," I hissed.

"We have a gun, don't we?" Freddie whispered.

"Whoa, you're not going to kill them are you?" I asked.

"No. But we can use the handle on the gun to knock them out." Freddie almost laughed.

When the sun went down, Freddie and I sneaked on to the runway. We had found out their was a plane going to Seattle at eight. There were two people loading luggage on the plane. Freddie took one, I got the other one. I heard a thud and knew Freddie had knocked the guard out.

I squeezed a pressure point on the another guard's shoulder. He fainted. Freddie grabbed one of his legs, I grabbed the other one. We pulled him off the runway and did the same with the other guard.

"That was easier than I thought it would be," I sighed.

We climbed in with the luggage. It was really crowded. But we found a spot that wasn't completely consumed with bags. Freddie slid down to the floor. I sat next to him. He took his backpack off and set it next to him. "Can I take this hoodie off now?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied.

Freddie took his hoodie off and set it on the floor. He leaned his head against a suitcase and starred at me. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I just wanted to say thank you for helping me," he said.

"It was nothing. Besides, Nevel had it coming to him," I told Freddie.

Freddie moved closer to me. "Yeah, but you could get into trouble helping me."

"I don't care," I said.

Freddie brushed hair out of my face and put his hand on my cheek. "You should care. I don't want you to suffer because of my mistake. When I was in jail, Carly came to visit. She asked me if I regretted killing Nevel. I said 'no'. But now that I'm here with you, I do regret it because it kept me away from you, Sam."

I put my hands on his face and kissed him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and put the other one behind my head. I ran my fingers through his hair. Freddie pulled me on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Freddie was the only guy that could make me just melt.

Freddie broke the kiss because we were both out of breath. I pressed my forehead to Freddie's, "I love you, nothing would change that. Even if you killed me, I'd still love you."

"I love you, too, Sam. I've loved you every day since the day I met you. I just made it look like I liked Carly because I didn't think you'd like me back," Freddie whispered.

Freddie wrapped his arms around me. I curled up in his lap and rested my head under his neck. "I'll stay up. You should get some sleep before we get back to Seattle," Freddie told me.

"Sam!" a voice hissed.

"Huh? What?" I sat up.

Freddie's hoodie slid off my shoulders. He was looking out the window-why was there a window in a place with nothing but luggage? "We're in Seattle, the plane will be landing a second," Freddie told me.

Landing was...fun...bumpy but fun. When they started unloading the luggage we did the same thing with the two unloading that we did with the two loading. I pulled my phone out, "Carly, we're back in Seattle," I said.

"It's like midnight," Carly told me.

"Your point? Can we come over? Is Spencer asleep?" I asked.

"Spencer is passed out in his room, so yeah. I'll leave the door unlocked," Carly yawned.

"Okay, cool," I said.

Carly hung up. Freddie put his hoodie on, "Was that Carly?"

"Yep. She said the door would be unlocked," I said.

Lewbert wasn't in the lobby, so that was a good thing. We walked up the stairs and came to Carly's floor. Like she said, the door was unlocked. "Carly?" I whispered as we opened the door.

Carly was pass out on the couch watching TV. I walked over to her as Freddie shut to door. "Carly," I said and nudged her.

She jumped and opened her eyes. "Oh." Carly rubbed her eyes. "It's you guys. Sam, you can sleep in my room. Freddie I'll give you some blankets and you can sleep in the iCarly studio."

"Why do I have to sleep in there?" Freddie whined.

"Stop complaining." I smacked his stomach.

Carly yawned and sat up. She gave Freddie some blankets and we went to the iCarly studio. "You can sleep on the beanbags," she told him.

"Thanks..." he muttered.

Carly smiled. "Come on, Sam."

We went to Carly's room. When she shut the door the questions just started pouring out of her. "Okay, spill! I want to know everything! From the time I left Nora's house to now!" Carly said.

"Carly, come on, I'm tired, can we please talk about this tomorrow?" I begged.

"Ugh. Fine. You're a fun sucker," Carly mumbled.

Just when I was almost asleep, I heard a cry from downstairs, "OH MY GOD!"

Carly and I shot up. "Spencer." we both said.

Author's note: Sorry, I've been working on Demigod Hunters. But that story is done now! So now I can just work on iFugitive! Yay! Okay, so I've been reading this book, maybe you guys have heard of it, The Vampire Diaries: the Awakening and the Struggle? So one of the character thinks it would be romantic if your lover or boyfriend or whatever killed you...she said something like "Thank about, their face it the last thing you'll ever see." So what do you guys think? Yes or no?

Okay, I know you guys will ask if I don't say this: FREDDIE WILL NOT KILL SAM. That would be a crap ending so I'm not ending it like that. Hope you liked this chapter. Later!

-Angel of Darkness1337