A/N : Hey guys! Thank you for your thoughts on my story. But seems that I have a hater here. Here's the comment by BushwellFanNYC.

"Okay. Let's be honest here.

No one on this planet, fictional or otherwise would ever be as pathetic as your portrayal of Freddie. Not only does he not have the balls or will to stand up to both girls but even while in the middle of the plan to get revenge he second guesses himself for no reason other than so that you can rationalize the girls behavior towards him, especially Sam. In this story Sam is especially vicious so I don't even see where his confused feelings could come from. Affection comes from good treatment and one kiss isn't enough to make someone who is mercilessly abused generate it. There should be no confusion in Freddie's mind about who or what Sam is and I categorically reject any weak excuses for her behavior.

This story comes off as Freddie is too nerdy for the "awesome and beautiful but misunderstood" princess Sam Pucket so he needs to go toughen up and become worthy of her. If there is any doubt about the rightness of his plan in Freddie's own mind, it completely throws off the entire narrative because before the transgressors have had a chance to make amends you have already absolved them insinuating that they don't deserve what they get.

I would've liked to read more than 12 chapters but as it stands this fic is too predictable and unpalatable for anyone not a hardcore Seddie fan. I stress the "S" in Seddie because no one who writes one recently cares about Freddie's happiness."

Thank you my friend for your honest opinion on the story... Well you are entitled to your own opinion. But hey. My readers also have their own opinion too.

So what do you think? Is what BushwellFanNYC said spot on? Do note that he only read 12 chapters and already claims that my story is predictable. Hehehe. Anyway, as a what a 9gagger will say. Haters gonna hate.

On with the story!

Here's Chapter 28.

Disclaimer : I'm already working but still not the owner of iCarly


Chapter 28

General POV

Sam entered Carly's apartment and Freddie's his own. Sam had a lot of thoughts running through her head while Freddie has only one thing in mind.

'What the heck is going on?' Sam thought while leaning on Carly's door.

"What do I do now?" Freddie thought specially putting everything that happened into account abruptly putting his own plans for revenge on hold.

"What is the world coming to?" Sam thought. "The dork came to my neighborhood this morning, I got jumped and the dork suddenly says that momma's hot?" Sam added to her trail of thoughts. She shook her head trying to wring the thoughts out but to no avail.

Steps were heard trailing down the stairs. "Sam? What are you doing there?" It was Carly Shay, Sam's best friend and co-host in iCarly.

Usually when Sam enters the Shay apartment, she would always make a beeline to the kitchen and find something to eat. But this time she had her back to the door as if trying to keep someone or something out.

"Uhhhh, nothing?" Sam replied.

"Owkay." Carly replied as if nothing happened. She knew weird things happen all the time with Sam and it was nothing new. Entertaining all the doubts would only waste her time grilling it out of her. She'd come to her if it was serious anyway.

Carly still clad in her pajamas walked over to the kitchen. "Bacon?" she asked.

"You know me well Shay." Sam said and walked over planting herself on one of the seats in the kitchen, her thoughts instantly replaced with food that will be served minutes from now.

Carly let out a chuckle and began prying strips off the frozen bundle of bacon.


"This is serious..." Freddie trailed off ending in a deep sigh.

The apartment was empty except for him. He's in his room lying on his bed pondering whatever events may happen next.

Marissa or more known as Mrs. Benson is already out. She works as a nurse in some hospital downtown. She is also known as the overprotective and overbearing mother of none other than Freddie Benson.

Freddie is already thankful that he and Sam are the only ones tied to the incident. Hopefully, no more people will be involved.

Freddie's mind was already going on overdrive, his mind already forecasting possible events and outcomes while simultaneously looking for a solution for each one.

"I need to know what I'm up against. Time for some recon" Freddie said sitting upright on his bed. Remembering the lessons taught by his Wilson, he was told that the best way to defeat an enemy is to know the enemy first.

Freddie then decides to visit the gang tomorrow night.

Freddie knew that he was going up against a mob and going on his own would be unwise specially if unprepared. He jumped out of his bed and took a seat at his desk.

Freddie pressed the power button on his PearBook and the computer rang a sound as if breathing in life.

Clicking going through his hidden programs he clicked on his private chat channel with Theo.

F: Theo.

After a few minutes his chatbox shook.

T: Hey Fred, hows it goin? Ya got her back yet?

F: I'm getting there Theo but I need your help. Again.

Theo didn't answer. Freddie started to worry.

T: Sorry bout that. Got programs running right now, I'm in the middle of a decription process.
Well sure, what is it?

Freddie sighed a sigh of relief.

F: Would you happen to know someone who deals in custom urban weaponry?

T: Let me look it up.

After a few minutes Freddie received an email of a contact person named Alastair Smith. Lives in downtown Seattle. Merchandise is a wide array of urban camo, rifles, sub machine guns, launchers, machine guns, sidearms and grenades. Also provides custom equipment available upon inquiry.

Freddie smirked.

F: Thanks for the tip Theo. I owe you yet again.

T: You don't owe me Benson. I'm still far from getting even with you. Hehe

F: I'll talk to you soon.

T: It better be sooner! Last mail I got from you was a week ago.

F: Sorry man, got caught up in some stuff.

T: Tell Theo all about it next time. Ciao, got bugs to clean.

F: Later.

Freddie disconnected the program and instantly ran the scambling program Theo sent him. It erases any trace of the last IP address used in contact with Theo and also randomizes his own for protective purposes.

Freddie glanced at the clock. 10am.

Shutting down the laptop, Freddie decided for a long warm shower to relax his buzzing brain.


"Anything happen with your morning?" Carly asked.

"Grkkk." said Sam suddenly choking on her bacon. She immediately reached for the glass of water and gulped it down.

"Nothing really..." Sam said as she looked up holding her chin trying to look like she was really thinking.

"Well the nub did pass by my house this morning. He said he was just going around." Sam added and resumed horking on the remaining bacon on her plate.

"Freddie came to your place?" Carly asked suddenly interested.

"Yeah. Why?" Sam replied with bacon still hanging from her mouth.

"Nothing, It's just weird that Freddie would pass by your house. When was the last time he went to your house?" Carly asked again.

"Hhmmmmm... Never." Sam replied.

"Figures... What was he doing exactly?" Carly asked again.

Sam stared at her best friend with questioning looks.

"Why the sudden interest in the nub?"

"I always ask about him." Carly said trying to look calm.

"But not THIS much... Carly?" Sam asked again.

"What!?" Carly asked in defense.

"Lemme guess... You like the dork." Sam said and grinned evilly.

"Uhhhhhhmm..." Carly replied stuttering at the end.

Sam placed her elbow on the table and looked at Carly with a smug look.

Carly rolled her eyes.

"FINE! Yeah, I like the 'dork'" Carly replied while putting air quotes on the word dork.

"Was that hard to do cupcake?"
Sam smiled smugly and faced her plate again to resume her eating spree.

Carly rolled her eyes at her bestfriend's comment and shook her head.

"As I was saying-"

"Do you have any more bacon?" Sam asked cutting her off.

Carly just smiled and ruffled her bestfriend's hair and walked over the stove again.

"What did I do?" Sam asked.


On the other side of town, trouble is brewing.

A man sitting at his leather desk chair swiveled to face the leader of the goonsquad. A lamp light in a dark room shining in one spot above the desk barely illuminating his face.

Speaking in a pale british accent he spoke.

"Have you taken care of them already?" The man said with elbows propped up on the sides of the chair with fingers intertwined.

"My men have caught them once, but the brown haired kid knocked them out. I thought he was a scrawny boy? Are you sure he is the one? Your description barely matches what he looks like" the man said with a deep irish tone.

"You dare question my judgement?" The shady man replied with a commanding tone.

The irish man stopped silent.

"And what about the other brown lassy?" The shady man reinquired.

"I haven't seen her yet. But I will."

The man swiveled his chair again now with his back facing the irish man.

"You do know how easily I can replace you right Ardan?" The man spoke again.

"I will get im. Just you wait." Ardan replied and vanished in the shadows.


Sorry for the short chapter. I have a lot to do these days but I did say that I will be updating regularly.

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