A/N: I know it was kinda rushed. Don't sue me please. Sam's POV isn't that clear either and as one of you noticed it is mostly centered on Freddie and Sam. (Which I didn't do on purpose. Honestly. Which when I reread it I did notice as well XD) I would not be editing it anymore. But I would be focusing on Sam's POV too from now on. Switching POV's from time to time. Ain't that great? Hahahahahaha- *cough cough* excuse me.

I admit that Sam is kinda rough. Well she really is... But point is I did kinda gave her that extra "oomph". I watched the series again and here's what you do, try muting the sound and watch Sam whack Freddie, you'd say ouch for sure. Sam bopping Freddie on the head with a stick, electrocuting him with a pen, shoving him off to the floor. etc. You'd get my point.

Anyway. I could say that Sam will be laying off Freddie just a bit in the next chapters. Making it more "Seddie" friendly. I don't hate the Creddies, but I will say here on that this is a Seddie fic. If you hate Seddie then it is best you turn away from this fic now or forever turn yourself to the Seddie side of the force. haha anyway. Keep 'em reviews coming! like I've said... This is an evolving fic. What you say can affect it's outcome. Thank's bubbajack for the awesome viewpoints all of them are duly noted.

Without further ado. Chapter 26.

Disclaimer: (In a commercial guy voice) This fictional piece is not in any way proof that I own iCarly.


Chapter 26

"He had this scent and he was wearing..." She opened her eyes and stared.

"...Black."

Sam's POV

*flashback*

I woke up in the park. I rubbed my eyes as the the sun peered down on me. I sat up and tried to recall. How'd I get here? All I remembered from this morning was that I got out the house after eating my breakfast.

That morning, I woke up to the sound of my mom shouting profanities at something and the sound of my phone ringing. I shoved my blanket off of me and looked at the bedside alarm clock.

7:43am

I groaned. It's still too early. I lied down on my belly and pulled my pillow over my head in a desperate attempt to block out the sounds of my rambling mother. That seemed to lessen the sound but my phone keeps ringing and vibrating. I groaned louder. I pulled on my pillow and threw it to the wall. I reached for my pearphone and looked at the caller id. Carly. I should've known better cause she'd be the only one calling me this early. Fredbag wouldn't even dare call me this early.

"This is Sam, if you're hearing this, then this is a voicemail. So just hang up or something." I faked.

"Funny Sam. Ha ha." Carly replied.

"Get up already. It's almost 8am!"

"Well I don't get up like for another two hours!" I said grumpily.

"Well who promised me that they would actually help with the project we have at school?" Carly replied.

"It was the ham! You tricked me with HAM!" I said groaning like a kid being given errands.

"You still said yes Sam." Carly said with the kind of voice that she would use to make Sam cave.

"Ugh. Fine! You can stop with the puppy eyes Carly."

"How'd you know?"

"You always use that tone when you do your puppy dog eyes at me." I sighed, "Just give me a minute, I'll be right over. Bye." I added then hung up.

I got out of bed and took a shower while hearing my mother's shouting.

I got out of bed got changed and went down to get breakfast or whatever was there.

My mom kept yelling so I checked out what was going on.

I opened the door slowly, pulled on it toward the hinges as I pushed it open so that I wouldn't make a sound. I peeked through the small opening.

My mom was wearing exactly what she wore last night and she was holding a bottle of jack. She kept on pointing at something and just kept yelling.

Well as expected, she was drunk again and she was yelling at frothy to get a job or something.

I shrugged.

I went to the kitchen and opened one of the cupboards to get my cereal Meaty-O's, and yeah it's bacon-flavored.

Got some milk from the fridge and poured it on my cereal and let the Meaty-O's soak up the milk.

Well some like their cereal crispy. But me? I like mine soggy. Hmmm milk and bacon.

And as I was eating my cereal, Frothy climbed on the table and purred.

I just kept eating, but mom never stopped shouting.

Frothy is here. But why is she still shouting?

Eeeehhhh, whatevs.

I finished my meal and got up and out the door.

I fished my pockets for some money and found out that I don't have enough for a bus ride. I groaned again.

Why is this morning so wrong?

I decided to go through the alleys for a shortcut.

after that everything else is hazy, I can only remember fragments of it.

I did remember a group of people, and one of them had this strange Irish accent. I remember being restrained and... Ugh I can't remember. I did remember a scent, a kind of cologne, maybe body spray? I don't know. It's kind of a mix of mint and cinnamon.

I tried to remember. It was a person, he was wearing black clothes and craddled me. I also remembered parts of him fighting off them punks.

Weird. But here I am at the park. Maybe it was a dream...

*end flashback*

I sniffed again. It was definitely the same smell.

"What are you doing?" Freddie asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? Eating a pig? Painting a painting?" I retorted. While my nose was still up in the air.

"This is disturbing Sam. What are you doing?" Fredbag said trying to intimidate me.

"Just shut up." I said coming closer my eyes still closed.

"Uhhhh Sam?"

"What?" I reached out. I didn't realize what I was doing, I had lost myself in the scent that cradled me in my dream. I felt the same kind of peace I felt that time. Suddenly two arms enveloped me, I buried my face into his chest and basked in his scent. I was lost in my own world remembering what had happened in that vivid but splintered dream. I opened my eyes hoping to find my hero holding me in his arms.

"You!?"

He let go instantly.

"You grabbed me first Puckett!" Freddie exclaimed.

"It can't be you!"

"Who are you talking about?" Freddie asked clearly confused at what I was saying.

"My hero! The man who saved me from those bad people. The man in black."

Freddie froze, he's face suddenly undescribable.

"Uhhh... Yeah definitely not me." Freddie replied.

Freddie saved me? It just doesn't add up. Well yeah he's capable, and he isn't the same nub (still a nub though.) cause he's kinda grown in places. He could fight yeah but still...

Why would he save me? Well he did it once but that was also his fight. Is it really a dream? And how could he have saved me if he is at Bushwell? Let's say he is already awake at that time in the morning, why would he come over here in this part of the city?

It doesn't make sense.

My rule? If it doesn't make sense, it isn't true.

"A nub like you couldn't have done what he did."

"Of course not." he replied and laughed nervously.

"Owkay..." I replied trying to shake of the awkwardness in the air.

"So..." We said in unison.

We looked at each other and laughed together.

"Wanna grab a smoothie?" Fredhead asked.

"Um, sure. Only if you're buying." I replied.

"What's new?" Freddie asked sarcastically and laughed.

"Dork." I said and punched him lightly in the shoulder which in turn made him smirk.

Hmmmmm. Better put these thoughts off for now. All I'm thinking of right now is the awesome blueberry smoothie running down my throat.

Freddie's POV

"...black."

She closed her eyes and started to walk toward me, I shifted back nervously trying to avoid whatever she was planning.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? Eating a pig? Painting a painting?" she sarcastically replied.

"This is disturbing Sam. What are you doing?"

"Just shut up." She said closing the proximity between us.

"Uhhhh Sam?" I said trying to snap her out of what she was doing.

"What?" She replied and slipped on a crack in the pavement.

I held out my hands to catch her and she tumbled right into my arms. On instict to protect her from any more harm, I placed my arms around her. I looked at her and her eyes started to open slowly.

"You!?"

She jerked free.

"You grabbed me first Puckett!" I almost shouted.

"It can't be you!" She said and started to freak out.

"Who are you talking about?" I asked.

"My hero! The man who saved me from those bad people. The man in black."

I instantly froze on the spot. She knows!?

"Uhhh... Yeah definitely not me." I replied trying to convince her it isn't me.

How could she know? I thought she was out cold that time. This is not good. Definitely not good.

"A nub like you couldn't have done what he did." She said as if coming to a realization.

"Of course not." I replied and tried laughing to cover it up.

"Owkay..." Sam replied trying to shake of the awkwardness in the air.

There was silence.

"So..." We said simultaneously.

We looked at each other for a moment and started to laugh.

"Wanna grab a smoothie?" I asked in my final attempt to take her mind off the incident and at the same time keep Sam in arm's length.

"Um, sure. Only if you're buying." She replied instantly.

"What's new?" I asked sarcastically.

"Dork." She said and punched me lightly in the shoulder.

I smirked at her. Well I had to admit, that this is nice. A little banter. Nothing heavy, no heavy insults, and for once her hand wasn't that heavy too. Whatever she thought of made her a lil nice.

I shook my head.

Don't count on it too much Benson, she's just off her game due to something she thought of. She'd be back to her vicious insulting self once she gets her composure back. Yeah that's right, Sam's just pulling back a bit.

Just savor it till it lasts I guess.

I wiped my face with the towel I brought and placed it it one of my pockets. I looked at Sam. her gaze was roaming around with her hands clasped at her back and her feet swinging wildly forward, her lower lip protruded and her cheeks puffed up.

I smiled. Can't help it though. She looked so silly and cute at the same time.

Cute? Heck, why not? It's not everyday you see Sam with a face like that so yeah, She's cute with that face on.

"What are you looking at numbnuts?" Sam said and her face changed immediately.

"I just glanced at you. It isn't exactly looking." I replied and faced front.

"Nope, you got your beady dorky eyes at me for like a minute. Are you saying I'm blind? And I can perfectly tell since I'm right beside you doofus." Sam said.

I was staring at her?

"Uh, I wasn't staring at you."

"Then what were you looking at?"

"I was looking at the girl across the street..."

"who was walking at the same pace as I am? Whatever dorkboy." Sam said and continued swinging her feet.

I just rolled my eyes and continued walking.

I don't know why but I kept glancing to the girl at my side who still had that look on. I just can't help myself I guess, I was a teenager after all. Hormones. Yeah them's the hormones acting up I guess. Nope. It IS the hormones, I corrected myself.

"You look at me one more time and I'd slap you silly." Sam said still walking that way with her eyes still looking around.

Wanting to say a snappy comeback, I clammed my mouth shut. If I want to protect her, I have to be near her, and me trying to get in her skin won't really get me anywhere, well except for self-satisfaction and revenge I guess.

The whole way to Groovy Smoothies was a quiet one. I tried talking but always fought against it thinking that I might irk her in some way or something. She on the other hand just walked like she was alone, her hands still clasped at her back and feet swinging wildy and her eyes peering into the distance as if she was thinking of something deep.

We got into the smoothie shop and she sat at our usual table.

Sam opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off.

"I know, I know, Blueberry Blitz right?" I asked.

"Thank you my loyal subject." Sam said and waved me off.

"Whatever, Princess." I replied.

I got to the counter and ordered.

"2 Blueberry Blitzes please." I said to the guy at the counter and then T-Bo came around with his delights on as stick.

"Sup man? Want a corndog on a stick that's on a stick?" T-Bo offered waving the object in hand. The corndog is already on a stick, why stab into another one?

"I'll pass Teebs." I replied and got the drinks.

"Your loss." T-Bo replied and went around waving the stick he wanted to sell.

I got back to the table and slid the smoothie to Sam.

As I sat down Sam immediately asked me.

"So what's with the smoothies? You never voluntarily buy me smoothies before." Sam said as she sucked on her straw.

"Just feeling generous I guess."

"Did something happen with you and Carly?" Sam asked again but did not look.

"Nope. Why'd you ask?"

"Usually, you're always in a good mood when something good happens with you and said subject." Sam replied in a dead-pan tone.

"Nope, I haven't seen her yet today."

"How bout last night?"

"Not at all. Hey, what's with all the questions?"

"Nothin'." Sam replied non-chalantly and resumed sipping her smoothie.

Weird.

"well just to let you know Sam. I don't like Carly anymore. It's like years since I looked at her in that light." I replied casually sipping my cold fruit-crushed beverage.

"Really now? Now why should I believe you? Remember the time you got lugged at school by George?"

I nodded.

"The first person you looked for when you got up was?"

My eyes grew wide in realization.

So my hunch was true.

"Carly." I answered.

"Check." Sam said as she snapped her fingers proving a point.

I couldn't deny what I've said before, and I couldn't really say why I said that either. Think Freddie think.

"True. But that doesn't mean I still like her."

"I still smell denial." Sam smirked as if she won.

"Well it doesn't really matter what you think. I'm not into her anymore like I've said."

"Since when then?" Sam asked again.

I dug through my memories. Since when did it happen?

"After the whole hero thing. I took your advice and realized that it's never gonna happen. After that I also realized that the reason I had a crush on her is that she was the perfect illusion. You know, typical girly-girl, the prissy-type."

Sam nodded half-heartedly, still clearly unconvinced.

"She was also the first girl who accepted me for who I am, as a friend."

"Well I also think of you as a..." Sam said and stopped midsentence.

"Friend? Yep that I felt a lot." I answered in reflex.

"Well, I can't help it. You were born a dork!" Sam insulted immediately.

I knew it was too good to be true. She was back. But I had to fight the urge to fight back.

"Then how can I not be a dork? What can I do make you see me as a friend?" I replied immediately not really thinking about the words coming out. I was already frustrated at the conversation were having.

Sam suddenly clammed tight.

"I don't know." Sam replied.

She suddenly softened up.

"See? You branded me a dork, a nub or whatever name you have for me at the time. Look, I'm sorry if I looked for Carly at that time. I was just suprised that you were looking after me at the clinic, I just couldn't say anything to you at that time and I looked for a way out." I replied again without thinking.

"Whatever." Sam replied but without the usual sting in her voice.

"You know the time that I got beat up by George and the boys?"

"Duh... Of course I do. I just mentioned it a while a go."

"That was rhetorical Sam." I answered.

"You were captured and George did some nasty things to you, I saw all of it..."

Sam started to speak but I held my hand up.

"I hated what he did to you, I get angry when people mistreat you, physically or emotionally."

"Jonah, Pete, and all the rest... I hate them for hurting you. Believe it or not I do. I may not show it, but you are my best friend."

"I may have realized a lot later due to the torture I have to live with everyday with you, and to tell you the truth I already knew all along way back that you were my best friend too, but I just realized recently, and it was because of the day you looked after me at the clinic."

Sam just sat there, smoothie in hand staring at me.

I just then realized what I've said. I can't take it back.

"Umm... Sam? Now would be the best time to say something." I said as I waved my hand in front of her face.

Sam sat there, silent.

"Dork. Stupid Dork." Sam replied and looked away but I swear I saw a little smile playing at her lips.

I just smiled and resumed sipping my smoothies.

One thing I know was true. Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks or whatever it meant.


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