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 8 (Innocent and Guilty)
"At least no one ends up having to touch his fake wart," Freddie said while hugging Sam close to him. He laughed and Sam nodded her head, remembering the bet that everyone had made. They wanted more viewers, so the guys and girls teamed up against each other to see who could win. Both of them lost considerably.
"Did you see your mom's face when she realized that her own subordinate picked up Spencer?" Sam asked while giving a brief laugh. "Officer Carl, and the sign actually said Pee on Carl. My god, that was hilarious!" Freddie snickered at the memory, it was definitely a good one. After all, nobody could have suspected Spencer to get taken in like that. "At least Officer Carl let him off with a warning, poor Spencer." Freddie nodded and positioned his hands on Sam's waist. He couldn't stand it, the aroma coming from her always made him wild.
"You know, what is the shampoo that you use, anyway?" Freddie asked as he kissed Sam's forehead. She gave him a smirk that said she would never reveal it. Pity, she always kept her bathroom locked with a key, so nobody would go in and mess with her stuff. "You always go in that bathroom looking beautiful, and you come out looking and smelling beautiful. What is your secret, woman?" Sam laughed and lifted her hand, tapping Freddie lightly on the face.
"A woman never reveals her secrets." Freddie smirked at her and Sam raised her eyebrow. "What are you plotting inside that little mind of yours, Benson?"
"Oh? Would you like to know? A man never reveals his thoughts. I guess I'll just have to tickle your secrets out!"
"What! No!" Sam's eyes widened with excitement as Freddie began tickling her sides. "Freddie!" Sam bent over and started laughing as Freddie's fingers worked up and down her sides and ribcage. "Ah! I can't stand it! Lavender and Peach! I use a mix of Lavender and Peach!" Freddie laughed and Sam fell backwards onto the soft ground.
"Aha!" Freddie fell with her and landed above her. Sam laughed again and Freddie merely smiled, taking in her beauty. "I told you I'd get it out of you, Sam." Sam's laughter silenced to brief one laughs as her chest rose and fell with her pants.
"You cheated! You're a mean and sly person, Freddie. Of course, that's why I love you so much."
"Hmm, maybe you just have that effect on me."
"Or maybe I got my ways from you." Freddie laughed and shook his head. Either way they looked at it, they complimented each other and made up for whatever the other lacked. "Freddie, how do you always get us into these situations?"
"I don't know." Sam tilted her head back slightly and laughed, she was amazed by him. Freddie continued to gaze at her, becoming intoxicated with her beauty and the smell of Lavender and Peach shampoo wafting to his nostrils. He would forever love that smell. He gazed more as she looked back up at him, her bright and blue eyes boring into his deep chocolate ones. Her hair was sprawled out underneath her, surrounding her head in a golden bed. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you look?"
"Yes Freddie, I don't think a day goes by that I don't." Freddie smirked and moved his body and head closer to hers, causing her to blush.
"Well I'm telling you again. You're extremely beautiful. Your hair even looks like a halo around you." Sam chuckled and a smirk formed at her lips.
"Sometimes I think you think my hair is my best asset."
"No, that would be your eyes. Though, your hair does come in as one of your greatest physical traits. I think I'm more in love with your personality than anything else, though."
"I'm glad you don't think my boobs are my greatest feature." Freddie laughed and shrugged his shoulders, thinking up a joke.
"I don't know, they're pretty good too. Maybe they are your best feature."
"Freddie!" Sam laughed and playfully slapped him. Freddie laughed with her and then gazed deeply into her eyes. They grew silent and soon they felt heat starting to surround them. "I love you…"
"I love you more." Sam smiled and Freddie started to lower himself, his lips just barely touching hers. She closed her eyes, but the experience was soon short lived as the alarm clock began to ring.
"Ah! My ears, that thing is loud! Turn it off!" Freddie sighed and quickly rushed over to turn off the alarm. Sam sighed as well and looked to the clock, her eyes widened when she realized they were going to be late for their own date. "Hey, don't we have a date to go on!"
"Uh, yeah, the park…you think we're going to be late, Sam?"
"Well, yeah!" Freddie laughed and placed his hand on the small of her back. He knew they couldn't be late for their own date at a park, especially since the park was open at all hours.
"Then let's go. I think we're both ready." Sam nodded as they began to walk toward the door. Freddie grabbed his jacket off of a coat hanger and tossed it over his shoulder as Sam looked out the peephole. "Checking to see if Carly's looking? She should be asleep at this hour, wouldn't you think? I mean it is a Saturday and it's only nine in the morning."
"Yeah, but you can never be too sure."
"This is true." Sam opened the door and the couple quickly exited and made their way to the elevator. Soon, they reached ground floor. Lewbert was at his desk, fiddling with some items.
"I can't take it anymore," Lewbert thought as he rapidly threw some papers aside. "I have to tell them what really transpired that day!" Lewbert had seen the webcast of his wart, he felt bad about it at first, but then he didn't care. He glanced up from his desk and saw Sam and Freddie pass him. "Wait!" The couple stopped just a few steps ahead of him, Freddie glanced back and gave him a very serious glare. "Wait, I need to tell you the truth. I'm not guilty, honest! It wasn't I who did the deed! I didn't kill Mr. Puckett!" Sam froze and Freddie clenched his teeth.
"What are you saying?" Freddie started walking toward Lewbert's desk, causing him to gulp. Sam followed close behind, eyeing Lewbert closely. "You must have some nerve to bring up such a matter and say that you didn't do it. Sam saw it with her own eyes."
"She saw the wrong person!" Freddie raised his eyebrow and Sam's mouth opened in shock. "My older brother, Ryan…it was he who shot Dave. I was trying to save Mr. Puckett's life."
"You expect us to believe that!" Freddie roared with anger, feeling that Lewbert was trying to weasel out of something.
"Please, hear me out! Ryan looks a lot like I do!" Lewbert took a picture frame from his desk and showed it to Freddie and Sam, it was of two people and a much older woman. "That's me, the man next to me is Ryan, and the woman is our mother." Freddie eyed Lewbert with suspicion and took the photo, it was definitely genuine. The man next to Lewbert did look surprisingly like him. "The reason they couldn't find enough evidence on me was because there wasn't. I was trying to save Mr. Puckett by stopping my older brother."
"I'm still not convinced that you aren't a cold blooded murderer and a liar. How dare you open up one of Sam's old memories like this, and placing blame on your brother…I can't respect that. Besides, were you not smitten with Mrs. Puckett?"
"Okay, it's true that I pined for her, but that was six years before Dave's death! If I was a calculating murderer, I would have…too be honest, I would have taken him out not long after the marriage was done. I didn't, I tried my best to move on while still remaining friends with Dave." Sam paused and looked into Lewbert's eyes, looking for any sign that he was deceiving them. She couldn't find any.
"Freddie, I think he's telling the truth," Sam said while softening her grip on Freddie. "Maybe we should hear him out…" Freddie looked at her for a second, then gave a stern look toward Lewbert. He knew she would have trouble dealing with it, but at the same time, he knew she needed to hear the truth, if there was truth.
"You heard her, finish your story," Freddie said as he crossed his arms.
"Okay, thank you," Lewbert replied. He sighed and closed his eyes, recalling the memory. "Ryan loved money, he loaned it out to people all the time because he was richer. He also kept every receipt or business deal he made. I know for a fact that he keeps this stuff in a black box…anyway, he was also a con artist, and a good one at that. I found out once when I went looking into that black box, allowing curiosity to overtake me. He nearly killed me when I found out that he was conning people. His latest con had been…" Lewbert looked over at Sam, she was trying her hardest to keep a hard face.
"Go on," Sam said in a shaky tone. "I'm listening."
"He once conned Mr. Puckett out of the man's money, I found that out when I looked through Ryan's black box. Then I found out he loaned Dave some money as well, but he hadn't received any money back…" Sam was starting to shake, if Lewbert was telling the truth, her father's killer had roamed the streets freely all these years. "Dave threatened to go to the police with this information. I would have done the same, but Ryan had tried to kill me!"
"So you didn't go to the police…"
"I was afraid of my own death, more then than I am now. I learned that Ryan intended to go on a hunting trip with Dave, and it was then that I found out he was going to kill Mr. Puckett. Sam, you saw two different faces that day. You saw my face, but then you saw my brother's vicious look. You then saw him with his shotgun aimed toward your father, and I had hidden away to point my gun at Ryan. I wanted to kill my own brother, I'll admit it."
"I-I can see why…" Sam had tears starting to form at her eyes, all she had known about what happened that day was wrong, and she couldn't begin to fathom it.
"I'm so sorry…" Lewbert frowned and stared at his desk, clenching his hands with anger. "He shot first, and then when I tried to shoot, my gun had a misfire. As a result of that, my arm, leg, and even my chest to stomach burn scars from the explosion. It took me a couple of days to recover, and I was arrested when I did recover."
"Your gun misfired? Can I…Can I see the scars?" Lewbert nodded and rolled up his right arm sleeve, revealing a long scar on his arm. Next he lifted up part of his shirt, revealing a large scar there. "That's okay, that's all I needed to see…" Sam couldn't believe it, Lewbert was innocent. "I guess you were knocked unconscious?" Lewbert nodded his head and Sam merely clenched her fists. "You look like your brother. That can be easily confused, then. Why…why did he have to kill my dad!"
"Hey," Freddie said in a quiet voice as he wrapped his arm around her. Sam turned around and buried her face into his chest, sobbing for the loss of her father. Freddie wanted to find Ryan, he wanted to find the man that did this to Sam and kick his ass, but he knew Sam needed him most right now. He looked over to Lewbert as he continued to rub Sam's back, massaging and comforting her. "I'm sorry we misjudged you, Lewbert…but I would still like for you to keep our relationship a secret. You know, my mom is a cop, perhaps she can bring Ryan to justice, but you may want to give your testimony."
"I understand," Lewbert replied. He could actually do that, he didn't mind. "Ryan actually lives close to this area, he works over at that small hot dog and hamburger shop. What's it called?" Lewbert tapped his chin trying to recall the name, he quickly remembered. "Well it's the stupid one…Frank and Patty." Freddie coughed and gave a slight chuckle, it was an interesting name to call a hot dog and hamburger shop. "I believe he's the only one that works there, he may be rich, but he doesn't believe in those high corporate jobs. Oddly, he'd rather work at a low income place than a higher one…but, I do know for a fact that he keeps his black box on a shelf next to a closet."
"Do you know why you took the blame for him? I think you plead guilty…"
"He forced me too, and made me sign a contract as well, stating that I would plead guilty for him and never tell anyone about what had happened."
"He drafted a contract? I'm starting to think he's an idiot…well, unless he burned it."
"He would never do that. Chances are he keeps it in that black box…"
"I see." Freddie narrowed his eyes and tightened his muscles. "Sam, I need you to stay here a second while I go to the restroom."
"Okay," Sam replied. She watched as Freddie turned and walked toward the men's restroom. He entered and pulled out his cell phone.
"Okay, three way conversation…" Freddie found two of his friend's numbers and quickly called them using the three person talk method. Both of his friends answered. "Jake, Jonah, how are you two doing?"
"Very tired," Jonah said while letting out a yawn. "I had a long night with my girlfriend last night."
"Aw, were you two canoodling all night?" Jake asked while laughing.
"Shut up!" Jake laughed again and Freddie merely rolled his eyes.
"So why are you calling us both?"
"You know my friend Sam, right?"
"Yeah, she's sort of our friend too…though she never talks to us. You should actually introduce us to her!"
"Maybe I don't want her to meet you, Jake." Freddie smirked and Jonah snickered while Jake made a mock hurt tone.
"What! I'm offended! Of course, you probably wouldn't be able to get her to even talk to you long enough for you to introduce her to us."
"I don't know about that," Jonah said in a quiet voice. "Those two…"
"Jonah, would you and your girlfriend stop trying to see if there's anything going on between Freddie and Sam? There really isn't any logic behind it, those two hate each other with a passion!" Freddie chuckled inwardly at the statement. Jake got one part of it right, there was a lot of passion in his relationship with Sam. "Seriously, sometimes I worry about you."
"Hey, the day Sam tells Valerie that she and Freddie are together, or Freddie tells me, we're going to laugh at you. Maybe we won't tell you, but hell we will laugh." Freddie rolled his eyes and heard his two friends sigh. "So what's up?"
"I need you two to bring out a little rat for me," Freddie responded.
-NEW SCENE-
Jake and Jonah stepped in front of the doors of Frank and Patty, they had the okay from a local police station to do what they were about to do. They were wiretapped and ready to begin their little investigation. They entered and found a middle aged man cleaning the counter, the man looked at the two and did not smile.
"Hey, do you know where Ryan is?" Jonah asked as he placed his elbow on the counter. "We would like to speak with him."
"Yeah, it's important," Jake said while nodding. The man blinked and shrugged his shoulders.
"I am Ryan. Do you need something?"
"Yes, we were told to find you here," Jonah stated as he stood up straight. "We're a bit short on cash and we need to purchase a new game console, nobody wanted to lend us any money and someone told us that we could come to you. Do you think you could lend us some money?"
"Hmm, I suppose I can." Ryan walked over to a shelf and took a large black box from it, he took the lid off of it and both Jake and Jonah spotted a receipt with Dave Puckett's name on it. Their eyes widened and Jake quickly leapt over the counter. "What the hell are you doing!" Jake grabbed the man's arms and held them behind his back. "Why are my hands behind my back?" Jonah narrowed his eyes and looked up.
"We see the name of a man that has been murdered, it scares us. We think that now that we know you're a danger, you will perhaps kill us."
"What? No. I wouldn't do that."
"Really? Do you know Dave Puckett?"
"Yeah, I knew him, I did business with him. Look, I'm not out to hurt kids, so you guys can just let me go."
"I'm not so sure…you had nothing to do with Mr. Puckett's death?"
"I did, but I'm not a killer any longer."
"Whoa, you did have something to do with it? Jake, I think we better leave this man." Jake nodded and released Ryan's wrists, quickly rushing over the counter.
"Hey, I said I'm not a killer anymore."
"But you just said you had something…"
"Yes, I killed Dave Puckett over money issues, but he threatened to turn me in for conning him out of money. Then my brother figures it out, I got no choice but to put the blame on my brother, but you know…It really doesn't matter anymore. It was just a man who meant little to this world…"
"I know people who would beat you up for saying that." It was true, if Freddie heard Ryan's words, he would go ballistic. "Well, I'm not sure if we want to do any business with you now…"
"Oh come on, it doesn't matter. Wait, you're not planning on telling anyone, are you?"
"We don't have to." Ryan raised his eyebrow and quickly looked over at Jake. Jake was at the door and held a smirk on his face while holding the doorknob, he quickly opened the door and revealed Emily with her arms folded over her chest. She lifted her arm and pointed at Ryan, he could only stare in shock and bewilderment.
"Arrest him, men!" Emily shouted. Several police officers ran into the building and surrounded Ryan, he growled as he felt handcuffs being placed around his wrists. Emily narrowed her eyes and walked up to Ryan, glaring into his eyes. "So, bastard, Dave was insignificant? You killed my best friend's husband and put more trauma on her daughter by forcing her to watch her own father get shot...I'll make sure you get a nice cold jail cell." Emily looked at the black box and frowned. "Officers, that box is evidence. Everything is-"
"Sherriff!" An officer shouted. Emily looked over at an officer who was standing near the closet, he had a glove on and was holding a shotgun in his hand. Emily smirked and looked at Ryan.
"Oh, could it be you kept the murder weapon after all these years?" Ryan chuckled and looked toward Emily, not showing in sign of remorse.
"It's the only gun I've owned in ten years," Ryan replied.
"I see. Take him away!" The officers did as ordered and Emily turned toward Jake and Jonah. "You boys did well."
"Thanks, if Freddie wants something done, we'll do it," Jake said while smirking and crossing his arms over. Jonah slapped his forehead then slapped the back of Jake's head. "Ouch! What was that for!" Emily raised her eyebrow and stood up straight.
"Freddie told you to contact the police to allow you to get that man to confess?"
"I wasn't supposed to say that, was I?"
"No," Jonah said while placing his hand to his face. "It doesn't matter now. Anyway, yes, Freddie told us to do this. He said that 'though he didn't like her,' he wanted us to bring the killer of Sam's father to justice. He led us step by step, and hey, you have to like the fact that he's a pretty eloquent speaker. By the way Ms. Benson, do you know if there is anything going on between him and Sam? I'm really sure-"
"Jonah, stop trying to suspect these things!" Jake sighed and Jonah merely rolled his eyes. Emily chuckled lightly and turned around.
"I guess it's fine if Freddie told you," Emily stated. "At least he told you guys to come to the police first, who knows what that guy could have done. I'm proud of my son being smart enough for that."
"Yeah, he's a good kid." Emily nodded and walked outside, glaring at Ryan. She saw a smirk on his face and ignored it.
"Why'd you do it?" Emily knew that Sam would want to know, and personally, she wanted to know what reason Ryan thought was good enough to kill Dave.
"I didn't want to go to jail for nothing," Ryan said while closing his eyes and shrugging.
"That's the reason you killed him?" Emily narrowed her eyes and held her glare. "That's why you felt necessary to take this man from his wife, child, and friends?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"You're a bastard, I hope you know that."
"Yeah, well you're a bitch." Emily kept her calm demeanor and crossed her arms over her chest.
"That won't get you anywhere. Tell me, do you have any other reason for taking this man's life?"
"He didn't pay me back. Besides, I didn't thank that hot wife of his or that cute little daughter he had actually deserved someone like him." Emily made a slight huff sound and kept her eyes narrow.
"What kind of bastard are you to talk about Sarah and Sam like that?"
"Oh, was that their names?" She knew this man was trying to spite her, but she was skilled at keeping her calm. It normally took a lot to get her real angry. "Tell me, are they still around?"
"No. Sarah died years ago."
"Too bad, I would have liked to screw her, it would have been nice to take that cute little kid of hers and tear her limbs apart though." Emily clenched her teeth together as Ryan snorted. "God that kid was too damn disgusting. She was so damn cute that it was hideous! I just wanted to take that kid and tear out her eyes and shove them down her throat." Emily's eyes opened and then narrowed as she swiftly gave Ryan a hard slap across the face.
"How dare you talk about Samantha like that, I never want to see your face again." Two officers rushed over to Emily's side and she held her glare into Ryan's eyes. "Officers, take this man away…" With that, Emily turned around and walked off.
I hope you liked that chapter. Yes, there's a valid reason Jonah and Jake are Freddie's friends. You'll see why, there's only one way for me to do the iHate Sam's Boyfriend and iWill Date Freddie episodes that I could think of. You'll like them when they come.
Oh, and Note to Kate K. Sure, it's fine, Lewbert has to be a bit OOC anyway given the circumstances. There's also a line between OOC and how the author feels a character would act in a certain situation. Like a character on a show that never appears to cry can still be emotional and if someone they cared about died, they would cry. That wouldn't be OOC. Also, if there is a reason for something to happen, then it will, such as a character becoming angry at being tormented, they can become violent.