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

I'm worrying myself with the speed at which I update this.

That aside, I present to you the next chapter of "Unfinished Business." :D

iCome Back.

"Shouldn't we be trying to go after her?" suggested Brad.

"Nah." Carly denounced while she coughed. "Trust me, she needs to be left alone." handing him a cup of Pepi-Cola.

It wasn't his fault. Brad hardly knew Sam. Carly, on the other hand, knew everything about her, like they were sisters. The way Sam ran out on the show like she did, she definitely needed to simmer for a bit. Simmer in her own thoughts. Obviously, it wouldn't fix her, but the only person that could fix Sam, would be Freddie, and he might as well be on a camel in the Sahara for all Carly knew. Besides, it left Brad and Carly to themselves, something they've been having a lot of trouble doing lately.

"It's kinda weird isn't it?" he stated, wrapping his arm around Carly as she sat down next to him on the couch.

"That we're finally able to have some alone time tonight, only because my best friends were torn apart?" guessed Carly, resting on his chest.

"Yeah… it's also pretty weird that you knew that." he chuckled.

"Well, Brad, we have been dating for a while now. There has to be some sort of connection between us, or else it wouldn't have worked!" explained Carly, taking a sip of her Pepi-Cola.

Carly could feel his head leaning slowly towards her.

"Speaking of connections…" he whispered.

Reluctantly, she backed away, concerned that he might get sick from her.

"Brad, no. I don't want to get you sick." she warned.

He heaved a great sigh, and took his arm from around her.

"Okay, so first I can't see you for a week, then you get sick and I can't take care of you, and now that we're finally alone together, I can't kiss you?" questioned Brad.

"it's ju-" Carly began.

"And I can't tell people that I'm dating a girl like you!" he interrupted. "Y'kno-"

"Would ya let me finish?" she continued, her tone raised in irritation.

Sure, Brad didn't know Sam, but sure as hell knew that he should let Carly continue. Nodding his head, she started to talk.

"I wanted to keep it a secret because… well we got together a few days after Sam and Freddie broke up. If we told them that, it'd be a little awkward. Dontcha think?" reasoned Carly. "Plus, I knew that if we had a relationship, it'd kinda hurt Freddie being around us all the time, because he'd just keep thinking about Sam and him together." she pointed out.

"Lemme guess, you were going to tell them when you found out about them getting together, but before you got to, that whole thing with Freddie's mom happened." he surmised.

Carly shot him a smile, and took his hand in hers, she was lucky she had a boyfriend that understood her.

"See! You get me." she smiled.

He settled for a quick kiss on her forehead, and pulled her back into his arms. They sat comfortably like that for a while, watching Seattle Beat. Eventually, Brad started getting… antsy. See, his hormones, had a different idea on how to spend the night.

"Y'know, Carly, there are other things besides kissing that we could do." he hinted.

People assumed that Carly wasn't that kind of girl, but they were completely wrong.

"Like…?" purred Carly, craving to know more.

She could feel his breath on her neck, tingling her skin.

"Well, for starters, I could go d-"

Four sharp, frantic knocks interrupted him. With great hesitation, Carly got up, and walked to the door. Unbolting it, she swung the door open, to a face that made her jaw drop.

It was clear from the first moment she felt it, that she was in a dream. Sam, sleeping soundly in Freddie's bed, and wearing his jacket, felt a strong, homely arm wrap itself around her. There was no way that It could've been Freddie's, she was aware enough to know that in reality, Freddie was miles away from her. Nothing stopped her from letting it happen though, even if it was a dream, she couldn't deny that benevolent embrace. Had she not known better, she'd have believed that he was in fact there with her. Because in that moment, all of the burden, sorrows and hurt she'd gone through in the past two days, were just washed away. In its place, was the unique passion that consumed her, only when she was with Freddie. She didn't question the dream, not one bit. All she did was fall into it's graces, and with absolute tranquility, fell back to sleep.

The early reaches of the morning came, there was a trickle of sunlight, but only a trickle. The morning chill of Seattle came gradually, causing Sam to close the jacket she'd been sleeping in. It still wasn't enough. Her hand drifted to behind her head, reaching for Freddie to pull her closer, instead, it met empty air. No one was with her. Everything she must've felt last night, it was a dream. To make sure, she jolted up, her blonde hair flicking around her face like a net. Looking to her right, and into the empty expanse of Freddie's bed, she felt her heart drop hard into her stomach.

All a dream. Trust you to get her hopes up, Samantha.

Me? You can't have denied that Sam. That was all real.

Then where is Freddork? Shouldn't he be here, comfortably lying with us?

Maybe he's gone to the toilet?

Psh. Toilet, right. Don't listen to Samantha. Nothing good comes from it. Listen to me, I know how to keep you from getting hurt like this.

She wished the thoughts would stop, she wished that she did wake up in those firm arms of his, and to feel the tingle of his lips. And most of all, she wished that he was here. Giving in to herself, she fell backwards, her head smashing into the pillow. It was hitting her hard, and even though she was alone, the tears coming from her eyes embarrassed her. Lifting her arm to cover her eyes, she started to sob.

Why can't you come back?

Suddenly, like someone knew what she was thinking, his lips met with hers. She didn't have to open her eyes to know it was him. All she needed to know was in the tender tingle that they sent throughout her body. Checking to see if he was real, Sam's hand flew to where his soft hair would be. Her fingers met the same gentle tresses that she tugged on two days ago. There were too many sparks for her to stop there, passionately she pulled herself closer into the kiss, firmly grasping his arms. Sure enough, they were bulky and built. One last thing, the final part that would seal it, was his eyes. Reluctantly, she pulled away, slowly opening her eyes. Freddie's deep, swirling brown eyes met her sparkling, blue sapphires. It was him, it was all him. Every bit as real as the boy she wanted so desperately back in her life.

"Mooorning." he sang.

Smiling, he kissed her again. He was there, right in front of her, out of nowhere, after he'd been taken from her, like the past two days never happened. Didn't he know how worried she was? How deeply cut and torn she felt?

Benson, you nub.

Impulsively, she balled her fists, and punched him square in the nose, sending him crumpling backwards.

In all honesty, Freddie had expected that. After all, he did know how torn up she was. After he knocked on Carly's door, all of his fears for her soul were confirmed. She told him about how they got Brad filling in for him on last night's broadcast, but the moment he counted them in, she ran out of the studio. So obviously, she must've been taking it hard, but that kiss they just had said multitudes about how him being back made her feel. Then again, she did just punch him in the nose. He looked back up at her through watery eyes, her knuckles were red, but the look in her eyes told him that she was glad to see him again.

"Sorry." she muttered.

Freddie got up on his feet, thankful that he wasn't bleeding and stumbled to her side. Gently, he took her hands and stroked them with his thumbs.

"You know what? It's fine, you punch like a girl anyway." he jested.

She gave a short giggle that made his heart skip beats.

"Oh, really? Me? Punch like a girl? What did your mom do to that pretty little head of yours…" laughed Sam.

"Nothing too serious I hope." scratching at the chip in his head. "Honestly though, I'm just glad I'm back here with you." looking into her eyes.

And so was she, after all the commotion with his mom, and these painful two days, she was thankful that Fredward Benson was back with her. Something did itch at the back of her mind though.

"How did you get back here anyway? And when?" she asked.

"Well, when? Last night, and yes, I was the one cuddling you while you were sleeping."

"But when I woke up this morning you weren't here…" she said, confused.

"I was in the bathroom." he chuckled. "As for the how…" leaning in to kiss her. "How about I tell you while I cook you bacon?" he offered, smiling at her with his shining white teeth.

"Aww, baby! You know the perfect way to get into my heart!"

"Come on! Out of bed, lets go make you some breakfast!" exclaimed Freddie.

"Wait, isn't it Monday today?" she pointed out, still not out of bed.

"Your point?" he said.

"We have to go to school."

"Psh. School can wait. Are you coming or not?" he asked, walking towards the door.

Groggily, she got out of bed, and followed Freddie out the door. Something else was bugging her mind this time though.

"Hey, Freddie?" still curious.

Stopping in the doorway, he turned around to face Sam.

"yeah, Princess?"

"Whatever happened to your mom, and that remote thingy? You do know she could knock you out at any moment right?" she inquired.

"Oh don't worry about any of that, I have the remote, and my mom is back where ever I left her." he explained, before continuing to lead her to breakfast.

Nothing would ever get her to stop worrying about Freddie's mom. Not until she saw that bitch in a mental institution. She had every right to think that that psycho wasn't out there tracking him down at that very moment. Freddie felt the tug that Sam's unmoving body gave on his hands, he took her by the hips.

"Sam, look at me." lifting her head up by her chin. "My mom is out of the picture. Now come on! I've gotta tell you how I escaped!" he said excitedly.

While the bacon sizzled, and the sprinkling rain fell outside, Freddie told Sam about how he escaped to Seattle. Sam tried to listen, but all she could think about was Freddie's mom was still out there. Granted, she didn't have that remote that controlled Freddie anymore, apparently it was in the purse that sat on the Benson's living room couch. Sam partly heard Freddie's story, especially the part where he stole his mom's car, at which a very proud feeling rose within Sam.

The nub actually stole something! Momma's proud.

When the bacon was done, Freddie finished up his story, and started to pile the bacon onto her plate. Sam did not waste a second, digging in as soon as the first rasher hit the blue ceramic dish. She must've been so distressed over him the past two days; it was like she hadn't eaten in weeks, which was saying something. Placing a few pieces of bacon, and a fried egg onto his plate, he ate as he watched her devour the bacon. Freddie was happy. No, he was much more than happy, happy didn't cut it. He was only 17 and he had the girl of his dreams right in front of him. What more could he ask for? The pair of them finished their breakfast at the same time, at which Freddie took the plates and began to wash them.

"I'm just gonna use your bathroom, don't get kidnapped or anything." she announced.

"Very funny, Sam. You know where it is right?" he said into thin air. Apparently she did know where it was.

As he finished with the plates, his front door creaked open.

"Carly? Brad? Is that you? Are you guys skipping school too?" he shouted over his shoulder.

"Fredward Benson. Mommy doesn't like a disobedient child."

A bone chilling shiver racked his body. How had his mom found him? And how did she get to Seattle?

"M-m-mom," he stuttered. "How did yo-"

"How did I get here? A few kind truck drivers got me here. I waited a while till a decent looking one came along, but it paid off." rang her insane voice. "Now, you better come with me, or els-"

"The hell with that! You're not taking him anywhere you crazy jank psycho!" yelled Sam as she ran out of the hallway, and charged into his mom.

Freddie willed her to stop, but she wouldn't listen, pinning her to the floor in an arm bar. By some miraculous act, Freddie's mom managed to throw her off. Sending Sam to the kitchen bench. It wasn't much of a hit, but Sam stayed there, feigning injury. Really, she was waiting for Mrs. Benson to get up and charge her. She did just that, and at the last second, Sam side stepped it. Sending Mrs. Benson into the marble countertop. Whilst she was on the floor, in a complete daze from colliding with the counter, Sam marched over to the couch. Finding the bag, she pulled out the taser remote.

"Don't think for a second that you can love him as much as I will! You're nothing but bad news for my Freddiekins! Bad! News!" hissed Mrs. Benson.

"Oh shut your pie hole lady." retorted Sam, digging the taser into her neck, knocking her unconscious.

"SAM! NO!" yelled Freddie. "You ki-"

"Relax will ya? I didn't kill her." she assured him. "Here, she still has a pulse." offering Freddie her limp forearm.

Sure enough, there was a pulse. Faint, but it was there. He was relieved, after what his mom did to him, he wanted a lot of things to happen to her. But getting killed wasn't one of them. He looked at her face, unmoving in her forced unconsciousness. She wasn't going to take him this time, and he had his beautiful girlfriend Sam to thank for that. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he passionately kissed her. The thrill of the moment amplifying the buzzing butterflies in their stomachs. Sam dropped the remote to kiss him back, wrapping both her arms around her neck and mounting him. He ran his hands up the outsides of her slender thighs, gripping them tightly to hold her up. Their lips were working hard, almost vacuuming the air out of each others lungs.

"Wait, wait wait!" said Sam, foolishly yanking herself away from his tender lips. "What do we do with… her?" pointing awkwardly at his mom. "Well, we can't leave her here, we have to take her to an asylum."

Freddie dropped her, holding her upright as she was still woozy from that last kiss.

"What are you talking about?" clearly confused.

"Your mom hasn't been taking her meds, Freddie." she mentioned.

"What meds?"

Sam pulled three bottles out of her purple sweatpants.

"These ones you nub!" she declared, pushing them towards him. "I found them in the bathroom!"

With the reading of the labels, it dawned on him that his mother was taking medication behind his back.

"Oh chiz, I thought you knew about these!" she exclaimed, seeing the look on his face. "Here, see? I know this one, Risperdal, and these two, Zyprexia and Haldol. They gave these to the loony's at Troubled Waters."

"Wait, you're saying that…" he realised.

"Baby, I'm sorry, but your mom is clinically insane." she said.

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