iClue

Disclaimer: I can't possibly own iCarly or Clue. I can barely afford to buy to new hard drive for my computer!

Author's Notes: Yeah... not such a happy cliffhanger on the other chapter. But, rest assured, they DO make up. But if Scar doesn't have Green's gun... then who does? Please note that I wrote this chapter while listening to a pretty sappy song... so don't expect funny. Expect enough fluff and sappiness to choke you.


Chapter 18: iTrust You, Scar

She irks me.

The first thing she officially said to me was, and I quote, "I don't like you,". And it only gets better from there, right? WRONG! She calls me names, questions my leadership, yells at me, tells me she only works with me cause I'm her only option, and loathes me because this is my mind. Worse of all, though, is that she makes me feel guilty for not trusting her. Which isn't fair, it's not like I don't have reason to! Ugh, why me?

And more importantly, why am I still standing outside her door? She kicked me out! So why am I still here? I should go back to my room and try to figure out how to wake up from this extended nightmare. But No, I have to sit out here and wait for Scar to open the stupid door so I can apologize! Ugh, why haven't I left yet?

A sudden image of Scar goes through my head. Those sad eyes, full of hurt and anger. Oh, yeah, that's why. Because if I don't, I'll probably hate myself for the next... millennium. Plus, she kinda didn't deserve it. She's only human (Or mental image, if you prefer that).

Sighing, I knock on the door. A familiar voice, weakened by crying (Which only adds to my guilt), yells as best as it can for me to go away. I inform her that it's me.

"..." She doesn't respond, then I hear the door unlock. Scar opens the door, trying in vain to hide her tear-stricken face and her red eyes. A sudden pain pierces my heart like a knife, as I try desperately to call up an image to take away the fact that, even emotionally upset, she's still beautiful.

Nothing.

"What do YOU want?" She half-asks, half-snaps at me. I frown sadly, trying to give her the message of regret and apology before I said the words. Maybe that way she'll forgive me... more easily.

"I want to apologize,"

She frowns, not impressed, "Apologize for what, Fredward Plum?" I cringe at the name Plum, but continue on.

"Apologize for doubting you... and accusing you of stealing the gun..." I glance hopefully at her, hoping she'll accept my lame apology. She glares at me, eyes hard as stone and cold as ice. If she lost any more emotion, she could be elected new undertaker. I can't help but feel sorry for her. She has no family now... or at least, from what she's implied.

"And why should I accept your apology?" Man, she's pushy, isn't she?

"Well," I begin lamely, feeling completely pathetic, "You said so yourself; you need me," Bad answer, Frednub. She glares crossly at me, "Uh, that didn't come out right. What I meant was, we need each other. You can't solve this mystery without me, and there's no way I can stay sane without you. I need you to keep myself from losing my mind. You're my anchor," She rolls her eyes.

"Right, Fredwardo, cause all girls love being compared to big, heavy pieces of metal," Scar snaps.

I internally gulp; On the outside though, I keep my apologetic appearance, "Hear me out, kay?" She crosses her arms, but nods, "You're Sam; you're what I see her as. And as far as I can tell, you're just like her in every way. So, if I got put in a coma attempting to prove Sam innocent, wouldn't it make sense to trust her in my mind? You're everything she is to me, and I wouldn't be sane without you, because I need her by my side. I trust you Scar, because you're everything my Sam is," Shoot, did I just say my Sam? Now I'm gonna get an ear-full from Scar.

"Okay, apology accepted," HUH?

Scar smirks from the doorway, explaining, "You, my friend, have done exactly what I wanted you to do; though in a more indirect way than I assumed, you still did it," Did what? She just exists to confuse me, doesn't she?

"What did you want?" I ask, because I have no idea what she wants from me.

Another smirk crosses the face of Scar as she shakes her head, "Not important. Call it a mental thing. Man, you're messed up if I am the sane thing in your mind!" Sadly, she's got a point.

So, after that, er, strange conversation, she steps outside her room. Looking to me, she inquires, "You wanna get something to eat, Freddork?"

So, Scar and I head down to the Theater. Of course, that's where we always go. So, really no surprise there. Scar has no idea what to do next, so we're reading through the books down here to get some ideas. Well, I'm reading; Scar is randomly flipping through the pages of books, looking for something to qualm her boredom.

All of a sudden, she jerks up, eyes wide in disbelief of, well, whatever it is she's reading. A 'no' escapes her lips as she processes whatever information is in front of her face. And I, as usual, have no idea on what's going on.

"Scar? What is that, what's up?"

She gives me a wide-eyed stare, "You'll never believe it..."

"What? WHAT?" I cry out, as impatient as the real Sam. Hey, I've been trapped in my own mind, I think I have a right to go insane.

"You'll never believe this, but... TOMATOES ARE FRUIT!" She cries out. If this were an anime, I'd be sweat dropping right now.

"Yes Scar, tomatoes are fruit. Now read about some other vegetable," I smirk at the confused expression on poor Scar's face.

Some things never change.


Yes, no real clues here, but I'll make up for that... IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Meanwhile, you can relish the fact that tomatoes are a fruit, not a vegetable.

Review if you still think tomatoes are vegetables!