The Greatest Secret

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own iCarly

A/N: This story details what it would be like if Sam and Freddie were secretly together during the series. Read it, I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

Chapter 7 (A Calm Discussion)

"What are you two doing in my lobby!" Lewbert exclaimed. His chest heaved with anger and his clothes appeared to be soaking wet from the rain outside. "Why the hell were the front doors locked!" Freddie stepped in front of Sam, knowing that she was actually afraid of Lewbert, so he would take care of her. "I come in and I find you two treating my lobby as some sort of ballroom!"

"We're sorry Lewbert, no one was down here and we thought it would be quieter," Freddie said in the calmest voice he could manage. He personally never liked Lewbert, either. He was never scared of him, he just never liked the man at all. Sam had every right to be afraid of him, and he never really did anything to prove that was or could ever be a trustworthy person. So, Freddie now had to think of a way to explain what was going on. "We had been discussing plans for something and it was noisy up where we were."

"You expect me to believe that?" Lewbert raised his eyebrow and Freddie narrowed his eyes. Lewbert lifted his arm up and pointed at the door. "Some punk took the items at my desk and caused me to have to go out in that rain in order to find the items I needed. There are not a lot of places open at this hour!" Freddie shrugged and Lewbert took a step forward, glaring at him. "So, do you want to tell me why you two were holding each other and why I had to go in the emergency exit door?"

"Hm, forgot to lock the emergency exit." Freddie crossed his arms and tapped his index finger on his arm for a second, thinking of a good response to give. Freddie tilted his head and watched as Lewbert started to grow even more agitated. "There's really no reason for you to get so upset, you know. Don't you have keys to unlock the front doors anyway? Maybe you locked them and forgot. I don't know…" Freddie shrugged and Lewbert narrowed his eyes. "All I know is that the position you saw my friend and I in was an accident. She tripped and fell into me."

"That's all?"

"That's all." Freddie nodded his head and Sam raised her eyebrow, wondering if Lewbert would really take the bait. "Besides, she and I are practically enemies, if you think about it. She's best friends with Carly, and I'm just there for the ride. We were currently planning something for the next iCarly segment and Carly started a party. So, that leaves the co star and the tech producer to start thinking of the segment in a quieter place. She was rehearsing for something, tripped, and fell into me."

"I see, and you two just stood there in that position for about three seconds?" Freddie sighed and gave a brisk nod.

"It's a bit of an awkward moment, but the reason I was holding her was because I thought I saw something. In truth, I saw nothing out of the ordinary." Sam blinked and shifted her gaze to a portrait on the wall, she chose to remain silent since Freddie seemed to be good with words. "As for the punk that made you go looking for all this stuff, I don't know who did it, but maybe it was someone from this city's gangs."

"You think a gang member stole my stuff?" Lewbert's jaw dropped lightly and he started to panic. "Damn it, now the gangs are attacking the complex? What the hell!" Lewbert placed his hands on his head and growled lightly. "This damned fake wart was supposed to scare those bastards off." Freddie and Sam raised their eyebrows and stared at Lewbert in shock. He raised his eyebrow and stared back at the two. "What? This wart is fake, and you're surprised? Seriously, have you ever seen a wart this big?" Lewbert pointed at the wart and Sam winced. Freddie closed his eyes and put his hands up level with his chest.

"No, Lewbert, don't point at the thing. Also, I don't know if it was a gang member or not, but your stuff isn't missing. Sam and I found your stuff while rehearsing." Lewbert raised his eyebrow and Freddie gestured for him to follow. "Come…" Sam quickly ran next to Freddie as Lewbert followed them. She didn't care if their relationship was secret or not, Lewbert still scared her, so she placed her hands around Freddie's arm and leaned close. Lewbert apparently paid no mind to this action, he wasn't even looking in their direction.

"So where did you find it?" Freddie walked toward a laundry basket that one of the lobby maids had placed next to a wall. There was a sheet placed on top of it, concealing whatever was hidden in there. He gripped the sheet with his free hand and swung it off of the basket, letting it fly and land over the arm that Sam was holding onto, concealing the fact that she was holding him. Lewbert raised his eyebrow. "My stuff is in there?"

"Yep." Lewbert quickly rushed over to the basket and looked in, he sighed with relief as he took the items out of the basket. "You know, I can't say it was a very convenient place. Sam here pushed me into the basket a while earlier, and that is how we found the items. We were sort of having an argument earlier about why I was so much in love with Carly." Lewbert raised his eyebrows in interest and Sam looked up at Freddie. "I said that I cared for Carly, Sam said she would never love me, then I said that I would see about that and she pushed me into the basket."

"Why would she push you into the basket?"

"Why else? I annoy the crap out of her, just as she annoys the crap out of me." Lewbert rubbed his chin and stared at Sam and Freddie, slightly disbelieving his story. Though, the way he talked with calmness and charm, as well as managing to keep his cool, actually made it seem like Freddie was telling the complete truth. "Believe me when I say this, I am a horrible liar, Lewbert. I am as great of a liar as that fake wart on your cheek is good looking."

"I see. Mr. Benson, don't you live with your mother, and do you not have a girl that lives with you?" Freddie raised his eyebrow and nearly jumped as thunder crashed outside. "Ah! I hate storms!" Sam hated thunderstorms as well, she never could explain why that was, though. She clung tighter to Freddie's arm, seeking comfort from him. "Anyway. I'm perfectly sure you have a girl that lives with you, and I'm absolutely positive that girl is not of blood relation!" Freddie sighed and raised one eyebrow while moving one corner of his mouth back.

"What is your point, Lewbert? My mom likes to give residency to her friends."

"The girl is your age, and I'm absolutely positive that that girl is the one standing right next to you!" Freddie raised his eyebrow and glanced toward Sam, he made a humming sound and looked over to Lewbert.

"What makes you think it is her? Not only that, what would it matter if it was? She stays with Carly most nights because she does not have anywhere else to go. So, we are able to quarter her in out apartment for the time being."

"So you admit to this then. Well…I guess I don't have to question whether or not you two are having sex before you're at a proper age." Freddie rolled his eyes and Sam merely let out a frustrated sigh.

"No, we would never do that, sir. I said that we're pretty much enemies, so why would we do what lovers that are married do?" Lewbert rolled his eyes and growled a bit, then his eyes narrowed.

"I also know that Ms. Benson practices a family culture that is passed down from generation to generation. That means she's probably chosen you to have a bride."

"I don't know if she has or not."

"Listen, I'll give you fair warning, not many people in this town believe in arranged marriage. If you practice it, you're in for a life of hell, but that's just my fair warning." Freddie chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, he knew that well enough, but he also knew that not everyone in town was aware that his mother actually practiced arranged marriage. Sam tightened her grip around Freddie, she just wanted to get back to the room, she didn't want to stay down here any longer. "What's wrong with her, anyway?"

"She's scared of you, simple as that."

"What! Why? What have I ever done to her?" Freddie sighed and looked toward Sam, she didn't appear to want to say anything about her reason for not liking Lewbert. Freddie wasn't all that eager to say it either, especially since it involved Sam's dad and something that had happened seven years ago. Lewbert wouldn't remember, but he wasn't a man to be trusted. Sam had seen her father get shot while hunting, and the man that shot him from afar was none other than Lewbert himself. "Come on, I didn't do anything!"

"You did a lot more than you think." Freddie narrowed his eyes, from what Sam had told him, even he could create the mental picture of what had happened. Lewbert had once pined for Mrs. Puckett and had competed with Dave Puckett for so long. But the day came that she married Dave and had Sam. Nearly six years down the road, Lewbert was still friends with him. He found out that Dave was going on a hunting trip, and on that fateful day, Mr. Puckett would take his daughter with him.

It was then that Lewbert grabbed his shotgun and pulled the trigger from afar and shot Dave in the chest, ignoring the little blonde girl that had seen the entire thing. Most likely, Lewbert suspected the girl would die on her own. He was wrong, but he never knew that. He never knew that the girl actually managed to find her way home and get her mom.

Dave had managed to survive and whisper his final words, saying that someone who looked like Lewbert had shot him. That's when, days later, the police arrested Lewbert and put him on trial. They tried to charge him with murder, but they didn't find enough evidence linking him to murder. Instead, he ended up feeling guilty and remorseful, and then plead guilty to manslaughter. He ended up going to jail for a few years and then got out on good behavior. He was still crazy, and the fake wart pretty much proved that, Freddie actually wondered who would be crazy enough to use a fake wart. Lewbert never saw the girl again, and he most likely thought Sam was the kid's sister.

"No Lewbert, we won't be telling you anything." Freddie kept his calm composure, and it actually helped Sam to remain calm as well. She had been able to remain calm around Lewbert, but that was only because he never tried anything. She was still afraid of him and would never willingly go near him without someone being with her, like Freddie. Yet, if she was with someone, she would always stay close to that person, so Lewbert wouldn't take them from her.

"Murderer," Sam muttered under her breath. Freddie looked at her and Lewbert raised his eyebrow as she glared at him. "Shouldn't walk the streets, murderer." She was whispering, almost as if talking to herself. Her voice was quiet enough that Lewbert couldn't hear her, but Freddie knew what she was saying. He wanted to get her back to the apartment and away from where Lewbert was, but they still had to convince the man that nothing was going on between them. So far, it seemed like Lewbert wouldn't believe that there was nothing going on, but Freddie could surely think of something.

"Since you and I both hate liars, and you should know full well that I don't like liars, precisely ones like you." Freddie narrowed his eyes and Lewbert gave a frustrated sigh, he didn't see why Freddie was so uptight with him. "I've orchestrated a deal. We will make you a star, someone famous, but it's going to involve that little wart of yours." Lewbert's eyebrow rose and Sam became confused. "We will do that until we find necessary, because it will be your…'payment' so to speak. So we help you become a star, how does that sound, Lewbert?"

"Um, okay, I wouldn't mind being a star," Lewbert replied.

"Good." Freddie grinned and Lewbert took a slight step back, becoming nervous. "Now here's what you will do for us in return. You see, I know what makes you twitch. I know what makes you ache and shiver with fear. I can be your worst nightmare, and I have every right to be your worst nightmare. No, I won't do anything harmful to you, but do you see this girl next to me?" Sam's eyes widened slightly and Lewbert slowly nodded his head. "She is the reason behind what you will be doing for us."

"What will I be doing for you?"

"Everything."

"Huh?"

"You heard me. If we need someone to drive us around, we'll call on you. If we need someone to pay for something and my mom can't do anything at the moment, we'll call you. Chauffer, you. Butler, you. Maid, you. How does that sound to you, Sam?"

"Actually, I kind of like it, because he knows something," Sam responded. Lewbert gulped and his body shook in slight fear. "After all, he does seem to know our secret."

"Oh yeah, and about that…you are to tell no one that you suspect us to be together. That is why you will now become our servant. Until we feel that we can actually trust you with anything, we will be strict as can be. After all, we're thirteen and we can't drive. No wait, scratch that, you won't be driving us anywhere at all. Besides, we can't trust you that well. Instead, you'll just be our call person. You will alert us when someone is heading in our direction while on a date. You will stay as that type of person until we can trust you, which will probably be never."

"Wait, why do I have to become a slave? What have I done to deserve such a thing?" Freddie closed his eyes and shifted his arm, signaling Sam that it was time to go. The two walked past Lewbert and toward the elevator.

"Remember, don't tell a soul. We'll be watching you anyway. If you do anything at all, we'll bring up a bit of your past that you don't want to remember." Freddie opened his eyes and gave Lewbert a deathly serious glare. "I will bring back the various memories of your living hell, do not think I'm joking."

"But…" The elevator doors opened and Lewbert took a step back once more, unsure of what just happened. Nobody could know about his past, no one could have figured out anything from his past. Various memories meant more than just one, so obviously Freddie wasn't talking about only the incident where he shot Mr. Puckett and left the young girl to die. Somehow, Freddie knew enough about his past, and Lewbert wasn't ready to test him. So he would indeed keep quiet about Sam and Freddie's relationship, and in turn, Freddie would not cause his life to turn into a living hell.

"We'll be filming you soon, Lewbert. You and that big wart." Lewbert glanced back at the elevator. Freddie and Sam were inside the elevator and Freddie was glaring intensely at him. Lewbert sighed as the doors closed. One last glimpse revealed Sam looking at him with fear, the image sent terror into his heart. It was then that he knew why Freddie would be out to get him. The girl with Freddie was Sam Puckett, and of course, Sam was the girl, the daughter of the man that he had killed. His mouth dropped and he fell to his knees in shock.

"No!" Lewbert shouted as he grabbed his head. "No! It can't be! Damn it!" Lewbert fell forward and began to sob, hating the memory. "How did I not know it was her? Why is she here? Why did my brother do this to me? Goddamn it!" He clenched his fist and began pounding the ground. Soon, the pounding stopped and Lewbert stared at the ground. "Fine, I'll do what they want. I deserve it anyway. I know now that I shouldn't have done what I did, and my punishment ended too soon. I deserve all the punishment that I deserve…After all, Ryan did say it was my fault, he made me take the blame."

Freddie is really eloquent and charming apparently. Lewbert's really odd, and it makes you wonder who Ryan is. Well, lets see what's happening next chapter where we see Freddie has something in mind.