Disclaimer: The iCarly name, characters and show belong to Dan Schnieder. I own nothing.

Anyway, this is the next chapter, following the Sam-centric last one that had realising that she finally has some control.

So please, enjoy it, and R&R. :)

iGet Control.

Carefully, Sam creaks open the door, and opens it to see a sleeping Freddie, his caring face bathed in the red glow of Spencer's fuzzy clock. Adorable doesn't begin to describe him right now. As Sam crept up to him, she could see his perfect pale red lips quivering with each breath, and the heave of his muscular chest under his plain grey shirt. His trimmed mouse brown hair was tousled, making Sam lose her breath a little.

Damn Benson and his cute messed up hair!

Inside, she really didn't want to wake him up, and wreck this beautiful image, but she needed to talk to him. It was time to tell him.

"Freddie… Freddork." she whispered, sitting herself down on the bed's edge, grabbing hold of his beefy arm and shaking him.

Oh wow. Momma likey. Thinking to herself, squeezing his left bicep.

Mildly, she gave him a few more shakes, when his mouth began to move in an inaudible speech.

"mmpph, umf, no, Don't …" mumbled a half awake Freddie.

"Benson! Wake up, I gotta talk to you!" shaking him much more vigourously.

His eyes started to open, and Sam caught a glimpse of the smooth gravy brown that were his eyes. It took every fibre in her being not to kiss him right now, Sam even found the way that he blinked himself awake cute.

"mm, what's goin- Oh, no." groaned Freddie. "Puckett, whattdoya want? You didn't make me pee my pants did you?" he asked, rubbing his eyes, then propping himself up with his elbows.

"Psh, you can do that on your own without my help." jested Sam.

"Hey! That only happened till I was 9!" defended Freddie, pointing a finger back at her.

It's like I woke from my dream, into another. Gosh, she's beautiful. Thought Freddie.

"I'm kidding, you nub!" she said, smiling, causing butterflies to run riot in his stomach.

I don't even care why she's here, as long as she keeps smiling.

"Fredward. I just wanted to uh… say, that I'm uh…" it was hard for her to say this, it wasn't something she usually did of her own accord. "I wanna say… sorry." confessed Sam.

Freddie was definitely startled at her impromptu apology, making him question if this was all a dream, pinching himself to check if this was all real. He didn't mean it to, but this made Sam release a sweet laugh. One that tugged at the corners of his mouth, making him smile sheepishly.

"I mean it!" she claimed, slapping him lightly on his chiselled chest. "All that chiz today, and a few weeks ago, I'm sorry for it." Sam let her head drop, she couldn't look into those swirling brown eyes. "I, uh… realise that it was wrong, and that… it must've been a pain to deal with."

She meant it all, but she still couldn't bring herself to tell him what she's been hiding these last weeks. That she wants him back, she wants everything that they had back. But it was a start. It was to her surprise when she felt his hand under her chin, gently supporting it, and lifting her head back into those eyes of his.

"Thanks, but Sam, you didn't have to do this." he smoothly said.

Her head tilted, leaning slowly down till she was lying on the bed, parallel with him.

"Yeah, I know." she replied, folding her arms over her stomach, and playing with her fingers.

Freddie saw his opportunity, and he'd be damned if he didn't take it up straight away.

"As long as we're airing stuff out…" he said, almost breathlessly. She turned her head, giving her full attention. "I really wanted to say, that…" they looked deep in each other's eyes. He almost forgot what he was about to say, losing it in the sea of blue, his mouth hanging open in an incomplete confession.

"Yeah?" Sam said, hopeful that it was what she's been wanting.

"I-uh… it's just… that night. In the elevator, what we talked about. It was the wrong thing to do. We never should've broken up. Even with the differences that we both have, losing you left me in a mess. It got to the point where it was almost impossible to be around you because I would see all the things we did, and what we could've been. When I was with you, I felt… happy. Like I was home." Freddie was glad he wasn't being used as a punching bag yet, he couldn't tell what was going through her head, but he still had something left to say.

"Sam, I love you. I really do, I always have." he finished. "You probably want to start hitting me now," he turned away, forcing himself to look at the ceiling, and not into those sparkling blue eyes of hers. He prepared himself for the pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

I… he… he loves me. All this time, I wasn't crazy. She looked at him. The nub thinks I'm going to hit him. She moved closer to him, leaned in close by his ear, and whispered…

"I'm not going to hit you, you dork."

"Yeah all right, what ever you sa-" he didn't get to finish, because whatever he was about to say was sucked right out of him. Finally, the two of them relished in the kiss that they both pined for. Their lips dancing a sensitive tango, sparks flying inside them both. She glided her hand over his jaw, while his hand firmly planted itself on the back of her neck, guiding her into the kiss. Eventually his hair was more of a mess, due in no small part to Sam's petite hands. For a brief moment, they stopped, just to look back in each other's eyes. Just the unspoken connection between them, gazing deep into their souls.

"I never knew." Freddie whispered. "I never knew you felt this way. I just thought that you got over me."

"You know, for a dork, you can be pretty stupid sometimes." joked Sam, flashing him a smile.

They shared another kiss, before Sam let her head rest on Freddie's chest, listening to his heartbeat, and feeling his chest rise and fall with each crucial breath. For the first time in a few months, she felt at peace. No inner conflict. Samantha and Sam, her inner sides, they existed as one now. Still, the thought of her future plagued the back of her mind. It wasn't too soon to bring it up with him, she hoped.

"Hey Freddork?"

"Yeah?"

"You ever think about what'll happen when iCarly finishes?"

He pulled her closer to him, their bodies entwined in a loving embrace.

"Sometimes, not too much though. Why?"

"It's just, iCarly's really important to all of us. Like, when will it end? When we all go to college? Or will it die out slowly?" their bodies parted slightly, only so Freddie could look at Sam properly, resting his head on his hand. She continued,

"like, maybe we all get a house together, like you, me, Carly and Gibby. Maybe."

"That actually sounds pretty neat." admitted Freddie, impressed at her forethought.

"Yeah, and we could have like a massive fridge, that's always stocked." Freddie swore he could see drool escaping from the edge of Sam's mouth.

"Oh, and we could have a whole new studio, with our own 6 gigahertz network, and fully functioning soun-" he rambled, before he was cut off by Sam, snoring loudly. Needless to say, Freddie was not amused.

"Sam, come on!" he whined.

"Aw, sorry baby. Dork-talk just," she snapped her fingers "sends me right to sleep." Trying to make up for cutting in on him, she continued. "You know what else what'd be cool? Our rooms. They'd have to be the chiz!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, we could have a massive walk in fridge in our room, for you of course." Freddie offered.

Sam did a mental double take, processing what Freddie just said.

"Our room?" looking at him with puzzled eyes.

"What? You don't want that?" the worry made his voice tremble slightly.

"Of course I do! Lets just…" shifting her body towards him, laying her hands on his chest "keep it in the present." kissing him softly on the lips.

It wasn't a big deal for Freddie that she said that, all that mattered was that she was here. That's all he wanted. His moment of personal bliss was shattered when he remembered why they was in Spencer's bed in the first place.

"Wait! What do we do about Carly? Isn't it my turn to watch over her?" He announced.

"Well… you could go upstairs and sleep on the floor in her room…"

"or?"

"Stay here and cuddle?" she quickly suggested.

Freddie couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"Did you just say cuddle?" lightly laughing at it.

"Oh just shut up and pull the covers over us." she ordered him, smiling.

And like that, they ended up spending the night cuddling together, under the covers. Sheltered from the cold Seattle weather, Sam's head nuzzled in the broadness of Freddie's chest, and his mouth resting softly on her forehead.

So, what did you guys think? They finally admit their emotions to each other. Don't get too comfortable with it though…