Chapter Eight: What about iCarly?
A/N: In this chapter, Carly and Sam remember that they do iCarly every Wednesday and guess what? It's Wednesday! Reviews are all read and all appreciated.
Carly's POV
The kid was in really bad shape. He was all cut up and bruised. Plus, he had that lost expression Sam got sometimes whenever a teacher asked her a question. Spencer held him and said, "We gotta get him help fast!"
"No!" Chris squirmed . Spencer tried to keep his grip. "Look, we have to get you to a doctor. You're in very bad shape!" Chris squirmed again. He was actually pretty built. He had some nice muscles.
"He's a son of Hermes?" Mrs. Benson asked. Sam rolled her eyes.
"Didn't he just say that!" she shouted. Mrs. Benson grunted. I took a good look at Chris. He was brown skinned, which was probably due to the fact that he was Hispanic. He had dark brown hair exactly like Freddie's. In fact, he kinda looked like Freddie- the nose. Yup, they had the exact same nose.
"Look Chris, we gotta get you to the hospital!" Spencer was struggling and finally Chris managed to get away. He began sprinting down the road.
"Should I go get him?" Freddie asked, getting ready to use his flying sneakers.
"No. Let him go." Spencer said.
"But why? He's obviously hurt and lost. Can't we get him to Camp half-blood?" I asked. Spencer nodded.
"We can help him, but if he doesn't want help then who are we to force him?" I looked back at the direction Chris had run off. He had made it far in a short amount of time.
"Well, we better get going. It's getting dark and everyone knows that night time is when monsters love to play," Sam's mom said.
"You're right Pam, let's get outta here," Mrs. Benson got back inside her car followed by Freddie, Sam, and Sam's mom. I followed Spencer and got on the motorcycle. It kinda pained me to see a fellow demigod so hurt and I somehow wanted to help.
Freddie's POV
I really wanted to help that Chris guy. He looked really messed up. He looked lost and he had the expression that Sam got in school. The 'lost' expression.
Once we were in my mom's car, I began to think about the way mom had asked if Chris was a son of Hermes. She said it in a shocked tone, like if she couldn't believe it. I don't know why, but I think Hermes may be my dad. No one but my mom was shocked that Chris was a son of Hermes and that could mean that she and Hermes had an 'affair' and she couldn't believe he had cheated on her. I don't know, but it's just a thought.
"Hey Fredwina, that kid looked like you…" she paused for a second. "Except he was way cuter than you!" She smiled. I frowned at her comment, but I did realize she was right. He had my exact same hair color and my nose! The kid definitely had my nose.
"Sam, I think I might also be a son of Hermes," I whispered, trying not to let my mom hear. She frowned.
"No way! Hermes was the god of thieves! You couldn't steal to save your life, dork!" she laughed.
"SHHH!" I whispered loudly. I didn't want my mom to hear.
"Whisper Sam!" I said. She rolled her eyes and whispered, "Ok." I began to grin. Sam was right though. I couldn't steal or lie or fight. I was just too nice. Although, I hadn't ever attempted to steal before, which caught me as weird me being a sixteen year old kid and never ever even trying to steal, but my mom had raised me like that. "Don't you ever ever ever steal anything! Not ever, Freddie!" Those were her exact same words from when I was four. I remember because she constantly reminded me.
"Sam, I've never even tried to steal anything before. Never, not once!" I whispered.
"That's because you're too chicken to try!" Sam whispered loudly. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Sam I really think I may be a son of Hermes. He's not only the god of thieves, you know. He's also the messenger of the gods. Who knows? Maybe I'm good at delivering stuff."
"Yeah, maybe" Sam replied. She was staring into my eyes. I couldn't help but blush. I put my head down, just to hide it, but when took a peak at her, she was blushing too.
"So Sam, remember the-the k-kiss?" I braced myself to be punched in the face but to my surprise, she smiled.
"Yeah," she said," How could I forget? Your breath smelled like peppermint! A very strong peppermint." I smiled. I caught her smiling and when she saw me she frowned.
"What!" she demanded. I smiled again.
"You liked it," I said. She stuck her tongue out.
"Blah! Kissing you was like kissing a dog!" she said.
"How would you know? By any chance have you been kissing you mother lately?" I laughed and she sucker punched me. I couldn't help but laugh. It had been a while since Sam's punches actually hurt me. I guess I had gotten used to them over the years. Now whenever she hit me, I pretended it hurt for her sake, Just to make her happy because I liked seeing her happy.
Time passed by and Sam was asleep on my shoulder. She snored lightly, but I didn't mind. I took out my PearPod to see the time and I shook Sam awake when I realized the date.
"What?" she said sleepily. She rolled over so that she was sitting up.
"Its Wednesday and its 5:30!" I said.
"So?" she was still in that dreamy state.
"We're supposed to do iCarly in half an hour!" This seemed to wake her up.
"WHAT!" she yelled, waking her mom who had been sleeping in the shotgun seat.
"Well I'm sorry to say this but I'm afraid you guys can't do iCarly anymore," My mom said. She was staring at me through the rear-view mirror.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"Well if you do iCarly, which is broadcasted over the internet, you are basically inviting monsters to kill you. It's the same with cell phones," my mom replied.
"Are you saying we can't use our phones and we can't do iCarly?" Sam said. My mom nodded.
"This sucks!" Sam sat down violently.
"Mom, what about our fans?" I asked. She shrugged.
"I'm sure they'll get over it," she said.
"But iCarly is a popular show! Millions of people watch every week!" Sam insisted.
"Well, if you want to die, fine, go ahead. I'm not stopping you," she said. I turned to Sam.
"Well?" I asked. She shrugged.
"I'm willing to take that risk for the sake of our fans," she said.
"Yeah me too," I said. That's when it hit me. I had totally left all my tech equipment back in the motel. Fuck my luck!
A/N: Well did you like it? It was a filler, but I really promise next chapter is going to be awesome. I got the plot all worked out.
