Disclaimer: I love watching iCarly. I love picking out 'secret Seddie moments'. I love the pointless comedy of it all. Yet, I still don't own the show, its characters or its insane but brilliant ideas. Dan Schneider does though. Lucky booger.

Author's Note: Thank you. For all the reviewers, favorites and story alerts… oh and also author alerts. Awesome! You all are! Short chapter ahead. Again, there is a reason for this. I can't tell you what it is.

For now, I leave you with a thought: "If Freddie was 'imprisoned' by his mom, would Sam come and rescue him?"

'AND THAT IS THE QUESTION'

Chapter Nine: River in Egypt

"Go for it. Make a move. I want you to be happy."

Those were the words of Miss Carly Shay, to her best friend, before Sam did in fact, 'make a move'. On the last person she thought possible. But, as it was what it was, she's still in love with that nerd boy. Freddie.

"I don't miss him," she told herself, out loud. "I do not miss Fredward Benson. No. I don't."

"Denial isn't just a river in Utah." Spencer Shay commented, passing by his living room.

"Egypt," corrected Carly, frowning at her older brother. "The Nile is in Egypt."

"Oh. Well now I'm embarrassed."

"Just go finish your bunny sculpture."

The man sticks out his tongue, and walks over to where his master piece was standing. A bunny. You'd think an artist would get sick and tired of sculpting bunny rabbits all the time. But not Spencer. Oh no. He was one weird human being.

"And I'm NOT in denial!" Sam said, kicking her foot against the couch.

"Sam," replied Carly, softly and pulled her best friend into a warm, comforting hug. "I know you miss him. But I've seen Mrs Benson's house, while on lock-down, and trust me, there is no way we can bust Freddie out of there."

Carly took one look at Sam's sudden change of facial expression from morose to mysterious and sneaky, and immediately backed away a couple of steps, holding her hands in front of her.

"Oh no. No, no, no. No. No, no. Sam, no."

"Now, how do you know what I was going to say?"

"Hi. I'm Carly Shay. Your best friend. We HAVE already met."

"Excellent. So, you're in."

"Talk to Sam. We just had an argument, and she's annoyed. Maybe she'll listen to you."

Those were the words Fredward Benson heard, before going to find the blonde haired girl, and talk some sense into her. Of course, he was nervous. But something had to be done. Sam seemed out of sorts, and for good reason too. An 'in love' reason.

"I don't miss Sam."

Idiot. Of course you do.

"I don't miss her."

You know, denial isn't just a river in Egypt.

"I don't miss Sam."

A knock on the window, caused a shake in Freddie's thoughts. Walking over to where the noise was coming from, he noticed a familiar smirking face. And his best friend, Carly Shay. Probably dragged along for fun.

He opened his window, and stuck his head out. It was raining, as he has just found out.

"Argh! Rain!" Carly squealed, and climbed back over the railing and inside.

"Priss," Sam muttered under her breath, and then faced the boy. "You coming or what?"

Freddie took one glance around his room, and knew he wouldn't be having any fun, alone.

"Sure."

As they both hopped over the railing onto their precious fire escape. Ah yes, the memories. Sam smiled and Freddie caught sight of it. When they stopped, and stood, facing each other and closer than what was probably necessary, their lips pressed together.

Ignoring the clearing of throat sound behind them, they focused on each other and the rain pouring down on top of them. Their hands wound around one another, pulling themselves closer together.

"I missed you." Freddie whispered.

Sam scoffed, pulling away, and joining her best friend inside the building now.

When they were alone again, before entering the Shay apartment, she turned to face her boyfriend, and grinned.

"What makes you think I didn't miss you?"

"Never said that you didn't."

"Right. Well, whatever. I didn't miss you. At all."

"Sure," said the boy, smirking now. "Just like you didn't come and rescue me."

"Oh shut up Freddie." the girl retorts but grinning back at him.

This time, her words weren't hurtful. In fact, for the first time, in a long time Freddie appreciated her teasing. And there was no doubt in his mind, she had very much missed him, as much and he missed her.

Denial. It's not just a river in Egypt. Utah. No, I was right the first time. Egypt.