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 12 (Real Fighting)

"Leave me alone, Freddie!" Sam exclaimed as they stood in the hallway of their school, it had been at least three weeks since they had saved the baby chicks. She and Freddie were having their first major fight. "I don't want to talk to you right now, just go and talk to Carly!" Freddie stepped back and his eyes were large.

"Sam! No, I will not talk to Carly!" Freddie exclaimed in return. "Besides, wasn't it your idea in the first place for me to pretend to like her? What did I do anyway?" He wasn't completely sure what happened, since it all happened in a flash. He knew they both needed to calm down and relax, and he wanted to give her comfort and tell her that nothing happened. "Sam, we need to talk about this." He couldn't remember anything other than talking to Carly and trying to ignore the fact that she seemed impressed with what he was saying.

The next thing he remembered was he wasn't saying anything more to her, he had stopped talking completely. She was actually impressed by the fact that he hadn't actually said anything about liking her or made any move toward wanting to date her. Then it happened, while he was messing with his homework that was due later that day, she bent over and kissed his cheek. When he looked up, he saw a flicker of golden hair, and all he knew was he had to talk to Sam, and he had completely forgotten the fact that Carly kissed her cheek.

Sam had yelled at him about what had just happened and he said something about the fact that she had to play pretend and it was getting harder to do so. "Damn it," Freddie said as he ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated with what had just happened. "Look, Sam…about what you saw back there." Sam turned back around and glared at him. Her eyes were filled with hurt, anger, and even jealousy.

"Shut up! I can't even talk to you right now!" It wasn't like she was mad at him, she was mad at Carly. She was mad that Carly wanted Freddie, and here she was blaming Freddie for something completely out of control.

"Sam, please!"

"No! Not right now!" Freddie sighed and watched as Sam ran off toward the cafeteria, he knew it was best to give her some space.

"Damn it, Carly!" Freddie growled and quickly punched the locker next to him, angry with Carly and angry at himself for even allowing Carly to be around him. Freddie blinked and realized he had just punched a dent in someone's locker, and of course, the locker belonged to Gibby. "Oh look, the locker to vent frustration on…"

"Dude, are you okay?" Someone asked. Freddie turned around and saw Gibby eyeing him as well as the locker in shock. "Why did you just punch a dent in my locker!" Freddie wasn't in the mood to talk, he merely let out a small scoff and brushed past Gibby.

Sam made her way from the cafeteria and into her classroom, she was on the verge of tears and wanted to eat alone. She made it into class and sat at the desk, not caring about her surroundings. As she ate, she sobbed, and as she continued to eat, her sobs grew less. Soon, the one person she didn't want to see at all showed up. Sam looked up to see Carly staring at her with a look of disbelief on her face, Carly continued to stare at her and soon her annoyance began forming again. "What?" Sam asked as she put a spoon of her cereal in her mouth.

"You're eating breakfast in class?"

"What's it to you? You wouldn't care, you'd probably lynch my boyfriend if you learned about him…Why are you kissing him even?" Sam shrugged and continued to stare at her. "Uh-huh." Carly then went on to scold her, which was most likely a bad idea.

"You can't just have breakfast in the middle of-is that turkey bacon!" Carly quickly sat in her seat and took a bite of bacon from Sam's plate. Sam didn't care much, she just kept trying to get the image of Carly kissing Freddie's cheek out of her head, but it wasn't doing so well. She then remembered, she didn't even want to see Freddie, so she couldn't go back home very well. She needed time to think and blow off some steam. Soon, Freddie walked up and greeted the two girls.

"I'm eating!" Freddie jumped back slightly and sighed. He still wanted to talk to her, but he knew it was a bad time. He would have to wait until later. Sam watched as Freddie sat down in front of her. "Great, he's in front of me and she's next to me what else is there? Oh yeah! This is Mrs. Briggs's classroom." Sam sighed and took another bite of her food. She knew she shouldn't be angry with Freddie, he hadn't cheated on her after all, but it still hurt to see Carly kiss his cheek. She knew he was probably taking it hard as well, but now she was scared. She was scared because it was their first fight and she had no idea what would come of it.

"Why do I smell bacon?" Mrs. Briggs asked. Sam looked up and saw the teacher staring at her, as well as Carly. "Put it away!"

"Fine." Sam was angry and not thinking, so she pushed her food into Freddie's backpack, probably angering him more. "It's away." Freddie looked over at her and did not appear to be happy.

"Into my backpack," Freddie stated. Sam gulped lightly and wanted to apologize, but she knew he was mad and she was afraid of another fight. This wasn't play, this was real, and it hurt. Sam leaned back and gazed at the back of Freddie's head, she had to suppress her tears. Nobody was allowed to see her cry, but it was difficult not to cry. Mrs. Briggs went on to talk about Scottish Highland Dancing and soon brought some dancer into the class, but Sam wasn't paying much attention. That was quickly changed when the music started up, and Sam once more felt annoyance shoot through her. She may have been taking her anger out on too many people, but she didn't know. All she knew was the music was not going to help ease her frustration, so she booed and the entire class joined her.

"What! Stop that!" Mrs. Briggs shouted as she turned off the music. The dancer stopped and she shouted that he didn't have to stop. "How dare you children boo a dancing Scotsman!" Mrs. Briggs crossed her arms and glared at the class. "Who started the boos?" Not really wanting to get into trouble, Sam pointed at Gibby.

"I did not!" Gibby protested. Freddie narrowed his eyes and shifted his glare toward Gibby. "It was Sam!" Freddie made a threatening growl, but Gibby apparently missed it. He leaned over and looked at Sam. "I will not be a victim!" Freddie growled again when Gibby turned back into his seat, apparently this time he heard Freddie's growl and quickly silenced himself.

"Sam, you have detention!"

"Fine, I'm used to it," Sam said while giving off a tired sigh. Freddie wanted to stand up and shout that it wasn't fair to give her detention, even if it was. Her detention messed with his capability to talk to her after school and make things right again. As long as she was with Carly, she wasn't going to forget. Not only that, he wanted to punch Gibby in the face as well.

-NEW SCENE-

Freddie entered his apartment and let out the frustrated shout that he had been holding in for so long. He then took off his new backpack and threw it into the couch. He wasn't angry about the backpack, he was just angry that he hadn't been able to talk to Sam at all during the day. How was he going to make things right with her if he never got any chances to talk. Not only that, he too was afraid of the first fight.

"Freddie, is something the matter?" Emily asked as she stepped into the living room. She had never seen Freddie so upset and angry, and this matter concerned her. "I see you have a new backpack…so, would you mind telling me what happened."

"Sam dumped her breakfast into my old backpack and I had to buy a new one." Freddie sat on the couch and groaned loudly while pressing his head against the back of the couch. Emily could tell that something more was bothering him, so she sat down next to him and gave him a hug.

"Tell me what's really bothering you. Did something happen with Sam today?"

"Yes." Freddie glanced to the side and narrowed his eyes. "I was talking to Carly about some homework that she wanted to know about, okay?" Emily nodded and Freddie continued on. "She said she didn't manage to understand some of it, so I was explaining the concept of how the circumference of a circle…that's not important! The important thing was apparently she was impressed. She thanked me and then kissed my cheek! Sam saw it and the we started to get into an all out argument about Carly and the whole idea of keeping the relationship secret from her and pretending to like her."

"Did you try to talk to her?"

"I tried to talk to her at every opportunity, but the first time she said she didn't want to talk to me, and most of the other times were matters of inconvenience…like her not being somewhere during lunch, or her having detention." Emily tapped her chin lightly and gave Freddie another comforting hug.

"I don't think she's mad at you, Freddie. She may be mad at Carly. Believe me, keeping a relationship secret and having your best friend like the person you're supposed to marry can be frustrating. These are things that I know you two can rise above. Love can overcome any test at all."

"I hope it can overcome this. I mean…we've never had a fight before. I know that if I could talk to her, then maybe I could make things right again."

"Give her a little time and a little space, and things will work out. Trust me, every couple has their first fight, and then their second, then their third-"

"Not helping, Mom." Emily sighed and gave Freddie a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"My point is, you can overcome this fight, and you can overcome anything thrown your way. You just have to trust each other and believe in your love. After all, aren't you her 'Preetish?'" Emily smirked and Freddie gave a small chuckle. "Yeah, you are. You're her King of Love."

"It sounds corny, but I really do like it."

"Right. Now give her some time and I promise you, things will get better. Right now, I know I have to go pick her up, as well as Carly." Emily sighed and held up a mask.

"What's that for?"

"I'm posing as her mother…and I need to smell up the car." Freddie laughed and Emily slowly stood up. "Sam will be with Carly for a bit, which I find odd, but she chose to do that. I know it won't be good for her, because she's going to keep replaying that scene in her head and the anger will stay there."

"Aw man! You know, times like these…Carly…ugh!" Freddie clenched his fists and Emily placed a soft hand on his shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, sweetie. Just relax, take some time to think, and then you'll be able to talk to Sam." Freddie nodded and took a deep breath as Emily left the apartment. He closed his eyes and thought about Sam, he needed to make things right, no matter what. He dreamed he was giving Sam a rose along with a paper rose, and she was smiling at him. Freddie opened his eyes and grinned, he had the perfect idea. He stood up and rushed over to the door, then he heard voices. Sam was talking about her "mom" while Carly asked if she and her mother were fighting. She was half right, that's for sure. Freddie opened the door and walked forward.

"Hey," Freddie said, of course he was still miffed.

"Hey, you missed a smelly ride home with Sam's mom," Carly said while she and Sam looked over at Freddie. Freddie laughed inwardly, knowing that it wasn't Sam's mom at all, but his own mother. Sam, of course, didn't say anything. Not thinking properly, Freddie brought up the wrong topic.

"Well I had to buy a new backpack because someone dumped her breakfast down mine!" Immediately he knew that was the wrong thing to say, but it was too late. Sam turned around and glared at him.

"You're lucky I didn't dump it down your pants," Sam stated. Freddie winced and Sam turned toward the counter. To Carly, she couldn't even tell they were actually fighting. This was one time that Carly wouldn't be making her best friend feel any better at all.

"Does anyone want some iced tea?" Carly asked. Sam and Freddie both agreed and Sam grabbed three glasses. After the pant statement, Freddie seemed in the argumentative mood, as did Sam. Carly placed a lemon in Sam's glass and handed it to her.

"Aw, you see how Carly placed a lemon on my glass, how does she think of that?" Freddie then responded in a sarcastic manner. He hoped Sam would pick up on, whereas Carly wouldn't.

"Oh, because Carly's classy..."

"What? And I'm not classy?" Freddie rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Classy people don't clean out there ears with their cell phone antennas." It was meant to be a joke, but Sam didn't realize it. He was joking because Sam had done it one time during that day, and he just realized that anything that happened during the day was supposed to be dismissed.

"That was your cell phone antenna." Sam walked to the sink and Freddie quickly pulled his cell phone out. He was shocked and wondered when during that day she got a hold of his phone. Then he remembered, the only thing she said to him was when she asked to borrow his phone to call Ms. Benson earlier.

"No wonder I keep dropping calls…" Carly went on to start talking about the possibility of having people send in videos of others dancing. Sam was at the refrigerator and Freddie was picking up his drink. "Where is my straw?"

"Right here." Freddie looked over as Sam stuck the straw in her ear and then placed it in his glass. He sighed and set the drink down. He and Sam both looked away from each other, angry about what was going on. Not only that, they felt bad and feared what might happen next. It was then that Carly thought something was amiss, but said nothing. Both of her friends knew full well that if she even asked her what was wrong, they might get mad at her. Though, they were already mad enough as it was.

-NEW SCENE-

The next day, Sam made her way to her lockers and was far too frustrated to even realize which locker she was at. She started dialing the combination for her locker, but didn't realize she was one locker over, and the one she was at had a small dent in it. "Damn locker, come on!" Sam thought as she frantically tried her combination. She was far too frustrated and quickly removed her backpack, unzipping it and removing a hammer from her backpack. She originally had the hammer because a teacher needed it for something, and she had forgotten to remove it whenever she made it back home. With the hammer, she began banging on the locker, soon forgetting her combination and using it to vent her frustration about the fight with Freddie.

She glanced to the side and saw Carly walking toward her, then she began hitting the locker at a slightly harder pace, frustrated even more with the memory of Carly kissing Freddie on the cheek and the thought of Carly's intolerance. She stopped when she felt Carly's stare on her, breathing a small sigh, she spoke her first word to Carly.

"Hi."

"Why?" Carly asked. She had to ask that, it was the very question that made Sam want to tell her that she was angry that Carly kissed her boyfriend. She wanted to say how Freddie was hers and Carly couldn't have him. She wanted to tell her that she was fearful and angry that Carly would be intolerant of the relationship she had with Freddie, but she didn't.

"My lock is broken, I've tried the combination ten times and it won't open."

"Oh." Sam gave a brief smile and then went on to hit the locker again with the hammer, continuing to use it to vent her frustrations on. She knew it was wrong, and Freddie most likely would tell her that she didn't need to vent her anger on a locker. Even still, it was better than the person she wanted to vent her anger on. Then, Freddie stepped next to Carly.

"Hey!" Freddie shouted out. Sam stopped and looked over at him, lowering her hammer and frowning. Carly didn't catch the sad and apologetic look that Sam had given him. Her look then turned to pain when Carly started talking to him and he turned to her. "Anyway, we got over three thousand dance clips for our segment!" Sam laughed lightly, glad that it seemed that the dance would go well. They figured they would need to watch five hundred each day until their scheduled day.

With that, Sam continued to beat the locker with the hammer, not stopping until Gibby walked up to her. "What are you doing to my locker?" Gibby asked. Freddie glared at Gibby, he wasn't sure why, but he just didn't want Gibby to talk to Sam. Sam turned around and looked at Gibby.

"This is my locker." Gibby sighed and pointed toward the locker right next to the one she had been hammering.

"No, that's your locker."

"Oh." Sam walked to her locker and opened it up, tossing the hammer inside. "Sorry about that, Gibby." Freddie scowled at the statement, he was angry that Gibby had caught her attention. Of course, there was nothing he could do about it at the time, but he would talk to her soon. That was what he was hoping, because he absolutely had to make things right with her and apologize.

Well, they're having their first fight, stick around to see what happens next.