Happy new year my lovely readers! 2010 is over and its time to move on to 2011. It's weird because yesterday on New Years Eve, I was listening to the radio at about noon and they said it was already 2011 in Australia. I guess I never really thought about the time difference around the world. So I thought I'd start off this year with another chapter for you guys, considering that I slept through most of today. Yeah, that's what staying up until five in the morning with your loud best mates does to you. Okay, let's get to it. (BTW, Sam will be calling Freddie by his name a lot in this chapter, it's intended)

Disclaimer: New year, new start, and yet another year of not owning iCarly.

Previously on Something Weird:

"So, Freducation. Where do we-" I choked on my own breath, a sharp, searing pain ripping across my torso making me clutch my chest and whimper. Freddie jumped up and caught me as my knees became weak and my legs gave out.

"Sam! What's wrong?" He said, his voice frantic with worry. I couldn't get any words out, the pain was too much to take. Suddenly I felt really dizzy and my eyes drooped. I felt hands brushing my hair out of my face and a voice that sounded distant.

"Sam! Sam, stay with me. Stay awake."

My eyes blurred and returned to focus on Freddie, his worried face above me, before letting out a strangled breath and sinking into unconsciousness…

Chapter 11:

Dream state

Sam's POV

I kept drifting in and out of consciousness for I don't know how long. It could have been hours, it could have been days. But I always saw the same thing, no matter what state I was in. Freddie's face. His worried face crumpled into lines of anxiety and despair as he watched over me helplessly. If it was only one thing that I would remember when I woke up, it would be how much I wanted to reach out and smooth those lines on his face, to make him feel better and tell him not to worry. Boy, I must really have been out of it.

I felt numb as I woke. The searing pain in my chest gone, but replaced with a hollow ache that still hurt, but it felt like lying of a bed of feathers compared to the pain of before. I focused on my breathing, trying to gather the energy to speak or even open my eyes. I could feel the laboured rise and fall of my chest and I could feel the beat of my heart crashing against my ribcage. My mind was telling me to move, to lift my hand to my face and open my eyes. But my arms were dead weights, lying frail and motionless by my side. I could only manage a slight twitch of my fingers. Anyone else would have missed the minimal movement. Heck, I wasn't really sure I had done it until I heard the crash. The crash of a flowerpot, gently rattling before slowly falling to the ground. Then I heard his voice.

"Sam? Sam, are you awake?" My mind was like a rubber band. Being pulled into unconsciousness, stretching the band into the blackness. His voice acted as the rip. The break in the band that released the tension and snapped me back into reality.

The first thing I noticed was the warm, tingling sensation in my left hand. I squeezed it wondering what it could be. It was Freddie. Freddie was holding my hand. The second thing I noticed was something cold and wet on my forehead. Whatever it was, it felt amazing. I opened my eyes.

"Oh my God, Sam! Thank goodness you're awake. I was going out of my mind." Freddie breathed, his body going limp with relief and he rested his head on the hand he was holding. The wet sensation on my forehead had disappeared and I looked around for it. Even moving my head made me feel weak. But I found what I was looking for in Freddie's other hand. He was holding a wet cloth he had been holding to my head. His eyes followed mine as he saw me looking at it.

"Oh, you were burning up." He mumbled. "I knew I couldn't take you to the hospital because you hate them and what if they took a blood test? There might have been something in your blood that could make them suspicious. You know, 'cause of our powers." He frowned, his warm brown eyes looking into the middle distance, as if he were thinking. He continued, "I couldn't even ring my mom either, or she would get suspicious too and believe me, nothing stops her when she's onto something." Freddie shook his head and looked down at our hands. He had been taking care of me. I felt a huge swelling in my chest, my heat beat faster. "So all I could do was wait and watch over you. You've been out for five hours." He glanced and the clock behind me. I couldn't believe it; he had never left my side the whole time I was out. The thought made me smile. I was feeling much better, still weak, but better. I tried to sit up and I struggled with that. But Freddie saw my motive and wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me up with ease, as if I was as light as a pen. I smiled weakly at him and looked down at our hands, still entwined together. My throat felt sore, but curiosity took over me.

"What happened to me?" I croaked, my voice breaking and hitching in places. My free hand flew to my throat as I coughed and spluttered. I knew it was a bad idea as soon as I did it because my arm ached like mad and became lifeless as it flopped back to my side. I flinched. I couldn't believe how weak I was.

"Don't try to move," Freddie spoke up, leaning toward me. He looked behind him and grabbed a clear glass with a straw from the bedside table. He held it up to me. "I think you passed out from exhaustion. You may also be slightly dehydrated which is why you need to drink as much of this," he nodded to the glass of water in his hand, "as possible." He sounded like a professional, as if treating people was something he had done everyday of his life. It amazed me.

"How do you know so much?" I croaked again, however the water had settled some of the fire in my throat and I sounded a lot more like myself. Freddie smiled cheekily a said, "My mother maybe a total nutcase," I nodded, "but she knows what she's talking about. And I am grateful to her for teaching me this stuff." His easy grin turned into a small but sincere smile as he spoke of his mother. "If I didn't know all this stuff, I probably would have had a panic attack and passed out with you." Freddie chuckled slightly. I couldn't help myself, so I laughed silently with him.

"Dork." I giggled. He looked up at me with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"She's back!" He exclaimed, laughing along with me. My laughter died quickly as I thought about what happened to me.

"Why did I pass out though?" this time I was all me, and I was gaining my energy back too. The humour (A/N: Do Americans spell it 'humor'? I don't know, but I'm gonna spell it the way Microsoft Word tells me to) on Freddie's face vanished and the frown of deep thought returned.

"That's what I was thinking. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. And then I remembered our conversation earlier that was cut short by Carly." He looked up at me. "You tried to tell me something, but stopped halfway. It sounded a lot like you were going to say that you teleported. Is that right?" His gaze was one so intense it was as if I could feel it burning right through me. It rendered me speechless, so all I could do was nod. Freddie let out another breath of relief. I looked at him questioningly.

"That means you're going to get better, you just need to rest. What you did was a big thing. A huge thing. And it took a lot of energy out of you. I don't think you felt it until you got here because of the adrenaline in your system. Once it was gone, it was like everything fell on top of you and your body couldn't take it. I think that's also why it happened so quickly. You can't keep using your powers like that. Your over-exerting your body." He finished, nodding his head in finality. It still amazed me how much he knew.

"So all I need to do is rest and I should be back to normal by morning?" I wondered out loud. Freddie nodded.

I gently tried to lift myself of the bed to leave for home when I felt Freddie's arms pull me back down.

"Where are you going?" he questioned, his eyes full of concern. It almost hurt to look at the purity of them.

"Home." I managed the choke out. I think he must be the only boy who can leave me breathless with just a look.

"No, you're not," he ordered. I raised my eyebrows. "You're staying here tonight, so that I can watch you and make sure you're alright." The authority in his voice startled me. I didn't think he could be so assertive.

"Freddi-" I was cut short.

"No. I don't care what you say, you're staying here and that's final." Woah. I'd never seen this side of him before. I kinda liked it.

"What about your mo-" I was cut off once more.

"My mom's at a conference, she won't be back until tomorrow. Stop making excuses." He replied. He was right, I was making excuses. I don't know why thought. I had this funny feeling that I actually wanted to stay.

"Fine." I said, reeling back toward him. "But I get the bed"

"Of course, Princess Puckett." He smiled as he handed me some of his pyjamas. "You can put these on, the bathroom is over there." He pointed towards a door to the left of me. I came out in a pair of his sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Freddie looked over to me from the floor beside his bed. I silently walked over to the bed and lay down under the covers. I was really comfortable. And then I felt bad for Freddie sleeping on the floor.

"You can sleep in the bed if you want, I don't mind." I murmured quietly, half hoping he didn't hear me. He did.

"It's fine, you take it." He replied, always the gentleman.

"C'mon, I feel bad about making you sleep on the floor." I explained, tiredness was making me irritable. The nub did a fake gasp.

"Sam Puckett feels bad? Never woul-" it was my turn to cut him off.

"Dude, I'm cold. Just get in the bed." I snapped at him. He smiled slightly; he could tell I was tired. "Are you sure?" I heard him ask.

"Yes. Now hurry up you nub, its freezing." I answered and he climbed on the bed next to me. I pressed my cold fingers onto his warm chest and held myself close to him. He was everywhere, and I immediately felt better. I felt him flinch.

"You weren't joking, you're freezing." He muttered, shivering under my touch.

"I know." I pressed my face further into his neck. "By the way, if you tell anyone about this, you're a dead man. Got it?" I looked up at him. He was staring at me with a look in his eyes that I didn't quite recognise.

"I figured as much" I felt his body shake as he chuckled lightly. I buried my face in his chest once more as closed my eyes. I still couldn't believe what had happened today, or that I was willingly snuggling up to the dork. But I didn't feel disgusted or repulsed by the idea at all. I wanted it. I wanted it bad. And when I got it, it felt amazing. And very confusing. I shouldn't feel that way. That was the way my thoughts were heading as I drifted off into sleep.

"Freddie?" I called out one last time.

"Yeah, Sam?" he answered groggily, almost asleep himself.

"Thanks. For everything." I felt my face get hotter as I even said the words. Freddie buried his face in my hair and whispered to me.

"Anytime, Puckett. Anytime…"

We drifted of to sleep in each others arms contently.

A/N: Awwww. Isn't that sweet. Well, I know Sam seems a lot OOC in this chapter but you have to understand her situation. She's exhausted, she doesn't really have the energy to pick on Freddie and she feels a lot of gratitude towards him for taking care of her. This is the other side of Sam. I hope you guys liked it. It was nice to write. And it was my longest chapter too. And thank you once again to Omnistar, who gave me the ideas and inspiration for this chapter.