Since a lot of you asked to see Sam's POV, here it is! Well just a little bit XD just a sneak peak at what Sam might be thinking. Hope you like it.

Reviews please! The ones that have suggestions are very much appreciated. (Of course fangirling and words of appreciation are appreciated just as much :D) Well here it is. Chapter 25.5

Disclaimer: If I owned iCarly I wouldn't be writing here. XD

Chapter 25 point 5

What is he thinking?

Seriously, I can't put my finger on whatever it is that nub is brewing in that mind of his.

He goes away and never sends anything. No texts, no emails. mails, tweets or anything! Then he comes back without a word and then pushes me around! That douche really pushes my buttons, not to mention he flipped me! I was surprised as well. Well first time I saw him again, he did change. He got bigger, his voice changed and he got bulky. (I will not say he's hot. I will never say that the nub is hot. Well he did grew some arms which were muscle-y, not to mention his back chest and abs but I was not attracted to them, I just saw them by accident. BY ACCIDENT!)

Going back, something happened when he was away, it's either he got coccky or just stupid. He even took a bite out of my ham sandwich! You know how I am with my food yet he still went with it. But then out of nowhere he just gives me a big fat piece of ham which was more than 30 times what he bit off of that sandwich. Why the heck would he do that?

Not to mention that he got into a fight with Nick. Yep the same Nick that would be the Basketball team Captain. Not only that, but from what I heard is that he also managed to beat him up along with his goonsquad.

Freddie Benson does not get into fights, he usually runs at the first sight of trouble with his tail in between his legs.

Did he eat an extra serving of Spinach after every meal when he was away?

This boy is seriously messing up my mind, and I do not appreciate that.

But he isn't superman. That I know of since he got beat up pretty badly by George and his cronies just some time today.

George? Well he is the star of the football team. Yep Big George. Hey I can take him one on one but at that time he was outnumbered and I had to help him.

Sigh... It was the other way around actually.

There was a ruckus at the cafeteria at lunch and I saw Benson run out with George following hot in pursuit.

I followed shortly and when I got out to the school yard I saw them. My eyes grew wide as I saw Freddie on the ground being pummeled with kicks and punches. I also saw some of the cronies down on the floor out cold. I felt the hair on my arms stand on end because of the horrifying sight.

"Stop!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

The beating stopped and then the guys turned around.

"Ho ho ho ho."

"You need your girlfriend to defend you now?" George mocked.

His girlfriend? Of all the things he could say. Girlfriend? Seriously? Well this d*ck needed to be brought down a few pegs I thought. So I came up to him, pulled my leg back and kicked him in the shin with all my might.

George dropped to the ground, rolling in pain while clutching his damaged if not broken shin.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the guys approaching and punched him in the gut, he doubled over instantly. Another one came at me really fast. I held by the wrist and flipped him (like the one I did to the guards in Japan), but then out of nowhere I was held up by a pair of arms going under my shoulders and restrained my movement. I tried kicking and punching but it was no use.

George got up limping from the hit while he rubbed his shin like crazy.

"I did not like that, and you are not going to like this either." George said.

"Hold her boys." George commanded and the rest obeyed.

George held his head onto Sam's neck and sniffed her.

"You smell nice for a tomboy." George grinned. Then licked my neck.

I cringed to the sensation, it was horrifying. I detested each and every part of it. I felt like I was gonna cry, but I won't. I am a Puckett and Pucketts don't cry.

"You taste nice too." George grinned.

His face came in close. I tried to claw his face but dodges it easily.

"Ooooh She likes it." George said.

"Feisty." George said as he stepped away.

"Hold her down." George commanded.

I then saw Freddie getting up.

"STOP!" Freddie shouted which made George stop and turn around. He crossed his arms and made a pouty face.

"Awwwwwww, Benson to the rescue?" George said as he cracked his knuckles.

"Hold her for me." George said.
"I'll take care of this."

Freddie raised his hands in a Cat Stance. (I did watch a lot of MMA fights.)

George ran up to Freddie and then sent a flying right straight to his face, he bent down with a circular motion simultaneously ducking down and hitting George on the face with his elbow.

George held his nose and I did see blood running down his nostrils.

Freddie came up to George who was holding his face. Punched him twice with a left-right and then kicked him on the legs which sent him barelling down.

George started getting up again and Freddie ran with his knee outstretched hitting George square in the chest blowing him away. George didn't get up.

I was blown away by the sight. I never imagined that I would see the day Fredward Karl Benson fight.

He knows how to fight now!? I'm sure my mouth was wide open the whole time because I had to literally push my jaw back up when everything ended.

Then the doors flew open and students suddenly came pouring out to the school yard.

The rest of the goonsquad realized that they would be in trouble soon and instanly let me go and left the other almost unconscious pupils on the ground groaning in pain.

I saw Freddie's body tremble, he looked at me and grinned. After a few seconds he went limp and came down like a ragdoll.

It took me a couple of seconds to actually get back to reality. Benson really knows how to fight.

I quickly ran to his side, don't get any ideas. I still hate him but he looked like he was in a really bad condition.

I quickly held his wrist and looked for a pulse. I felt relieved to find a faint pulse. (rather than none at all right?) I bent down and reached for his arm, I slung it over my shoulder and tried pulling him up.

The students started circling around us and out of the crowd came principal Franklin.

"What really happened?" Ted pried again.

"I told you! George came to him in the cafeteria and started the fight! Then I followed them to the yard and when I opened the double doors I saw Freddie on the ground being ganged up on. George and his boys held me and did some *ugh* things to me and *cringe* Freddie came to my rescue."

"I know you Sam... Don't for one minute think that I believe any of this." Ted retorted.

"Then why keep asking?" I answered sarcastically.

Ted immediately shot me a glare.

Sigh. I rolled my eyes. "I swear on someone's grave out there that what I said is true." I answered.

"If ever I found out that you are lying Sam, you know what will happen." Ted said and walked to his office.

I looked at the clock. An hour has already passed.

The events all flashed again on my mind. My conscience was on overdrive bugging me to check out on the nub.

Stupid nub. Why'd he have to get in trouble in the first place?

Now I have to be good and stuff. I already covered for him, now I have to look after him? This day is taking so much out of me. I sighed again and dragged myself off to the infirmary.

I opened the door quietly and quickly scanned the room. The nurse was nowhere in sight and I there was Freddie lying in one of the beds with bandages on.

I walked over as quietly as possible. (Since when did I care if I wake him up or not? Well just this time. He looks pretty worn out and he looked like he does need rest) I looked up at his beaten form. Got bandages on his hands and his head, bandages bracing his chest and torso and some on his arms.

I couldn't help but pity the nub. Poor guy. If it weren't for him I would've ended up being defiled or something.

He was sleeping soundly, he got bruises on his face some little cuts.

I held his hand and started to hope that he'd be okay. I just hope nobody sees me like this or my reputation is over... *YAWN* Sandman's calling me... Getting sleepy...

I felt a squeeze on my hand. My eyes flutter open and I rubbed my eyes. I squinted with all the sun coming in from the windows and I saw Freddie staring at me. I noticed my hand was still in his and quickly pulled my hand out of his and looked away.

"Uh... You okay?" I asked.

"I'll live." was his reply.

"Ummm. Well that's good. I guess I'll just go then." I said and stood up motioning for the door.

"Wait."

Wait? What'd he want? Is it because of the hand holding part? or me sleeping here looking after him?

My hands started to get clammy and sweaty.

I turned around to face him.

"What do you want Fredweird?" I asked but my hand was already on the door knob in case he asks anything funny.

"Where's Carly?" He asked.

Carly!? CARLY!? I stood up for him and looked after him and all he'd say is CARLY!? But isn't this what I want?

"Really now Benson?" I asked.

"Uh yeah?" he said.

"GO FIND HER YOURSELF YOU A$$H*L3!" I answered without thinking and ran out the door.

The nerve of the dork. Carly! Carly this, Carly that, I want Carly, I love you Carly, Will you go out with me Carly, Carly, Carly, CARLY!

Is she the only thing running on that backtracked mind of his!?

But isn't this what I want? Not to be asked what I was on about a while ago? or what had happened at the yard?

I just shook my head and tried forgetting what had just happened.

School is already over and I have nothing to do so as usual I'm going over to Carly's. Besides, momma is hungry.

I ran up the stairs to Carly's apartment and barged right in.

"Woah!" yelled someone who had contact with the door.

I saw Spencer holding a spatula with some yellowish goop on it.

"Now what are you doing?" I asked.

"It's my new sculpture!" Spencer beamed.

It's a yellow gooey sculpture that looks like Cupid but instead of the toga, it looks like pants, still shirtless though, and kinda resembles somebody I know.

"It looks like Gibby." I cringed at the thought.

"It's because IT IS GIBBY!" Spencer replied.

Then the sculpture's eyes opened. Then the mouth.

"GIBEEEEEEEH!"

"Don't move!" Spencer yelled at Gibby.

"weirdos." I mumbled and moved to the fridge.

I rummaged the icebox for some food or leftovers. I didn't really care much of what I'd find just as long as it could satisfy my growling belly.

Hey, what do we have here? Some beef jerky sticks.

The door opened.

"Where's Sam?"

I raised my hand while still gorging on the the few jerky sticks I've found.

Carly made her way over and started asking questions.

"What happened to Freddie? I heard that he got into a fight with George Severson. Is it true?"

"Whuf?" (What?)

"What?" Carly asked again.

"Yaaah, Thuf Whuf Why Sef. Whuf!" (Yeah, That's what I said! What!)

"Just down that jerky first and then talk." Carly replied and handed me a glass of lemonade.

I gulped the horker down and washed it down with some lemonade.

"Well?" Carly asked and gestured for me to continue.

"Yeah the nub did get into a fight." I answered non-chalantly and resumed eating the rest of my beef strips.

"That's it?" Carly fumed.

"Well that's the only thing you asked!" I retorted.

"What happened? They said you were there when it happened." Carly asked again visisbly wanting details.

"Well I only saw half of it. George came up to Benson and then they ran out of the cafeteria. Then I saw them out the yard and George and his beasties were beating the crud out of him."

Carly didn't say a word but her eyes were saying "what else?"

I sighed.

"I helped the nub, I punched a few, flipped a few. Ya know the usual." I replied cooly taking out some parts.

"Well P. Franklin told me that Freddie helped you out." Carly said as her face came veering closer.

Crud.

"Yeah, he did. But that was after I helped him out first." half-lie, half-true.

Carly crossed her arms.

"Fine! Yeah I got caught and the nub broke me loose." I replied.

Carly looked like a mom forcing her kid to talk.

"Is that all Sam?"

"Ugh, Yes mom! That's all" I replied.

"Good." Carly smiled and went upstairs to her room.

If she were anybody, I would've decked her for sure.

I sighed and face-palmed.

It's all the stupid nub's fault.
It's all his stupid-friggin-fault.

If only he hadn't left and get all big and macho and confident and cut-

No, I did not just think of sir dorksalot as cute or any other.

I mentally slapped myself. It brought me thinking of the reason why he really left.

Is it me? Well duh.. But I've been torturing him for years and now he complains?

Ugh! Too much thinking. I do not care about the nub. Do I?

He is getting in my head! Ima kill him! (not literally folks. just saying.)

Anyway, food might distract me from the loser, so I got back at the fridge and ravaged whatever I could find.

Carly came back down and quizzed Spencer.

"What's that?" Carly asked Spencer.

"Well it's my latest creation! IT'S -"

"You don't wanna know kid! Trust me." I stuck out my head so that she could hear.

"Well excuse me for being original." Spencer pouted.

He then started to push his Gibby statue into his room and closed it with a thud.

Carly just shrugged and plopped on the couch. But shortly into the show that she is watching, there is a knocking sound coming from the door.

The door opened revealing the greatest nub in history wearing a black shirt and some cargo pants that kinda looked nice... No they looked nubbish and dorky and geeky and... Argh! Whatever. I propped my head back in the fridge.

The door closes and I shot an evil glare at the nub.

They seem to be talking but I can't quite hear them.

I got up and made my way to them and Carly was doing this happy dance or something.

I pushed the dork to the door.

"What the? I'm injured Sam." Freddie said.

"Well it doesn't hurt you does it? Clearly stating that you are fine." I said with all the sarcasm I could muster.

"We'll we are doing iCarly today!" He said and planted himself right in front of me.

"Carly agreed... I didn't. And if that is the only reason why you're here then just get out!" I said and tried pushing him out again.

His face turned from amused to confused.

"I didn't come here for iCarly primarily." He said and looked at me.

"Then what is? Better make it good Benson or I'll make sure you won't get up again for a day!" I threatened.

"I came to apologize." he said.

Well that was unexpected. But I'm not letting him off that easy.

"I'm sorry Sam." he said looking really sorry.

"and thanks." he added then grinned.

"For what?" I asked.

"For looking after me." and smiled the cheesiest smile I've ever seen.

"Whatever nub." I made my way back to the kitchen retrieving the ham I placed on the counter-top.

"So does that mean I could be your tech producer again?" he hollered.

"Oh shut it Freducation." I hollered back.

He smiled again.

I returned to the fridge and I couldn't help but smile to myself for apparently no reason at all.

Then I heard Carly scream.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I got up and shot a glare at Carly which made her stop.

"We are doing iCarly with the original trio again!" Carly rejoiced while doing a happy dance.

I couldn't help but smile, so I came over and she pulled me into a group hug.

What's gonna happen now?


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