Hello all. I apologize for the short chapter, but this stuff needed to be on its own without other events surrounding it in the same chapter. Thanks to those who read and reviewed, I really appreciate it!

Disclaimer: Still don't own iCarly.

Chapter Three: iHave the Bestest Friend Ever

Spencer's POV

My Sam was still afraid to be left alone, so after we redressed I swept her off the bed with a blanket entangled around her frame.

"I can walk you know," she giggled, nuzzling my neck with her nose.

"You're sick, remember?" I reminded her as I placed her gently on the couch and took a seat beside her.

"How can you say I'm still sick after that performance?" She leaned in, pushed me down straddling me and captured my mouth with hers.

Laughing through the suave kiss, I snaked my arms around her waist and pulled her against me. "Okay, so maybe you're not sick anymore."

"It was just stress," she said between kiss attacks, "Stress can make you sick. But now," she force her lips against mine again, "I have nothing to stress about."

Running my fingers through her mess of golden curls I smiled at her. She was mine forever and I wasn't going to let any harm come to her.

"I am interrupting anything?" Carly. Was it after three already? I hadn't even heard the door open. Sam only slightly moved from her position on top of me, scooting over so I could sit up, but remained partly on my lap. It surprised me to see a grin on my little sisters face as she dropped her backpack on the chair. "I can leave if you two want some privacy."

I chuckled and shook my head, "No it's okay."

"You're not mad?" Sam asked quietly.

Carly shook her head, "Of course I'm not mad. Sam, just because you won't talk to me, it doesn't mean I haven't seen the change in you the past few months. You rarely go home. There are nights that you come over after you think I'm asleep. Spencer gave you your own key after all these years of you breaking in. When you do spend the night in my room I hear you cry in your sleep and every sound in the dark makes you jump. You haven't given Gibby a wedge in weeks and I haven't heard you insult Freddie in two months. And on top all that you've been eating a lot less meat and that's something that only happens when you are really upset. Which you are, I gave you a garden burger the other day and you didn't even notice."

Sam smirked at her best friend, "You should become a detective, you pay really good attention to detail."

Carly took her friends hand in hers and continued, "I also know that the only time I see you truly relaxed or even give a real smile is when you're with my brother. I've seen you guys on your movie nights, the way you two kiss simply before going to sleep. You need him, Sam. How could I be mad about that?"

The best friends embraced.

"Just promise me something," Carly said pulling away.

"What?"

Grinning she looked at both of us in turn, "Spencer is still my brother. I wish to remain utterly clueless about your sex life."

Sam and I both laughed, "Deal."