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 29 (Mrs. Briggs)
Sam awoke and quickly sat in her bed, she had the strangest dream and wasn't sure how to explain it. She glanced at the clock next to her bed, it was only a little after midnight so Emily was probably up. She slowly crawled out of her bed and walked toward her door, opening it slowly and peering out. She could see light coming from the living room area.
She stepped out of her room and glanced toward Freddie's door, recalling her dream that she had. She gulped and started to walk down the hall and toward the living room. Once she made it, she could see Emily watching some television, it was a crime drama, probably the CSI in Las Vegas. She enjoyed that show, especially the episode where there was a girl that looked a lot like her. Sam slowly stepped toward the end of the bed and saw that Emily had a notepad in her hand and a pen in the other.
"Hey Sam," Emily said as she quickly hit the pause button on the remote. Sam blinked and watched as Emily stood up, she was surprised that the woman heard her coming. "I saw your reflection in the TV." Emily turned toward Sam and gave her a soft smile. "So, what do you need? School is tomorrow, so I would think you'd be sleeping. Is something wrong that is keeping you awake?" Sam slowly nodded her head, still recovering from the fact that Emily was able to tell she had been there. "Sit down and let's talk about it."
"Yes ma'am," Sam said as she slowly walked around the couch. She was trying to get the dream out of her head and failing completely. It would probably be gone in a while, but she was still remembering it vividly. She sat down on the couch and Emily sat next to her. "Um, first I want to ask you why you have a notepad and a pen while you're watching a crime drama." Emily blinked and looked toward the items on the couch, she chuckled lightly and looked over at Sam with a calm smile.
"I'm a police officer, and watching crime dramas tend to help out. Also shows like Forensic Files are really good teachers, because that show definitely is a realistic thing."
"Oh yeah, Forensic Files is the show where they talk about murders that happened and how police and forensics helped solve the case!" Emily nodded and took the notepad in her hand.
"You know I'm a police officer, so I like to take notes and learn about these things…Anyway, let's get back to you. What's bothering you, sweetie?" Emily rested the pad on her lap and placed her hands on top of it, Sam just stared at it for a second before continuing.
"I had a really weird dream and I can't explain it. It was about Freddie and me…" She sighed and looked up, catching Emily's concerned and interested gaze. "Well I don't understand dreams, and I have no control over what happens in them. It seemed really…weird. I mean, there was a lot of visual of his…blow stick and squeeze bag." Emily chuckled at her choice of words and placed a soft hand on top of Sam's hand.
"That's perfectly fine. Dreams are merely your subconscious revealing to you what your feelings are. There is with you two, as there is with any couple in love, a lot of sexual tension. The dreams will probably come every now and then, but you shouldn't worry about them. In fact, it's completely normal to have them. However, by no means do the dreams mean that you and Freddie have to do anything in regards to that, and I highly recommend that you don't." Sam nodded and Emily gave her a hug. "Most likely the dream is there because of all that tension, and the dreams will come every now and then, but they shouldn't be too often. Remember, if you ever need anything, you can come talk to me about it, okay?"
"Yes ma'am, thank you." Emily smiled and Sam slowly stood up. "I'm going back to bed now…I was just confused about that one thing."
"Okay, goodnight, and I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight!" Sam smiled and walked toward her room, thankful for the talk she had with Emily. She always did admire the woman, she was usually very smart. At least Sam could get some sleep without worrying about the dream.
-NEW SCENE-
The next day, Carly, Freddie, and Sam all were hanging out in the studio. Freddie was talking about some new stuff he had for iCarly, one of which he was calling a pie. "Inside this box is a new piece of technical equipment that's going to blow you guys away!"
"What is it?" Carly said in an energetic and interested tone. Sam chuckled and leapt off of the stool she was on.
"Did you buy yourself a robot girlfriend?" Sam asked while smirking and raising her eyebrow.
"I don't need a robot girlfriend," Freddie said while raising his eyebrow in return. "Especially not if I already have one."
"Here's your moment, use it." Freddie gave a quick sigh and turned toward Carly.
"I guarantee you in twenty years, I will be Carly's second husband." He couldn't help but laugh inwardly, why would he be Carly's husband when he was going to marry and grow old with Sam? Of course, the joke did bother him a bit.
"What happened to my first?" Carly asked while raising her eyebrows.
"Nothing you can prove." Sam rolled her eyes and smirked inwardly, yet she still didn't feel completely right with Freddie making the joke. Standing behind Carly, she mouthed to Freddie for him never to make that particular statement again. He read her lips and gave her a very quick nod, he would never say it again.
"Just hurry up before I get bored and leave," Sam said while slowly tapping her foot.
"Okay, you guys will enjoy this one." Freddie set a box on the chair and pulled out a large piece of pie with a camera on the side. "It's a camera disguised as a piece of pie." The girls both took a look at it and started laughing, it was obvious that it was a piece of spy equipment. Freddie looked at it and frowned, even he thought it was lame. "Well, it looks real!"
"Please, it looks about as real as my Aunt Maggie's boobs, and they're ridiculous!" Freddie blinked and raised his eyebrow, he did not want to have to meet Sam's aunt anytime soon.
"Yeah, well we can still record Mrs. Briggs with this…"
"Yeah, if she doesn't see it!"
"I saw we give him the benefit of the doubt, Sam," Carly said while grinning.
"Thank you Carly," Freddie added. Sam rolled her eyes and Freddie winced inwardly, he would have to remember not to say or do anything that might get Carly impressed with him.
-NEW SCENE-
"Somehow, I have to make myself look pathetic, stupid, and annoying," Freddie thought as he and Carly sat at the gate, watching Mrs. Briggs. They were trying to record her to see if there was anything they could put on their show, but so far she was doing nothing. Freddie's eyes drifted over toward a distant bush, he could see a bee flying around it. He was almost deathly allergic to bees, but he learned to remain calm when around them. If you don't bother them, they won't bother you. Freddie shifted his eyes back to the screen and watched Mrs. Briggs vacuuming the floor. "Well, there seems to be two hours of boring crap."
"Yeah, I think we learned what teachers do when outside of school," Carly said while giving a slow sigh. They watched as Mrs. Briggs picked up a trash bag and walked toward the door. "And look, she's taking out the trash!"
"Yep, nothing to record here." Freddie and Carly stood up and sighed, they were ready to go home now. Just then, the bee he saw earlier started buzzing toward him and the camera pie in his hand. "Dear god no…well, I do have to look stupid too, but I still can't afford to get stung. Well, this is stupid and I'm not supposed to do this, but…" Freddie started to swat at the bee and shout. "Go away! Get out of here!" Carly looked at him with wide eyes.
"It's just a bee!"
"You don't understand! I am extremely allergic to bee stings!" Freddie moved around and continued looking like a fool. "Get out of here you stupid bee! I think it wants the pie!"
"That is a stupid bee!" Freddie quickly pushed the pie into Carly's hands and fell back over the gate. She gasped and hurried over to check on him, he was fine. He quickly got up and started to go inside Mrs. Briggs's apartment. "What are you doing!"
"I can't get stung!" After a while, Carly dropped the pie and headed inside as well, she didn't want to get stung either. Freddie knew if he acted scared, that might make Carly like him less. Of course it didn't mean he wasn't afraid, he still didn't want to get stung. He knew that bee stings had a life threatening potential, and he really didn't want to scare Sam into thinking he would die. Carly quickly grabbed his arm and started pulling.
"Come on, if Mrs. Briggs catches us, we're dead!"
"No! I can't go out there!" They started to hear footsteps and Carly groaned as she started to shove Freddie into the closet, they had to hide. Once inside, Freddie took a deep breath and sighed. "Great, now I'm stuck in a closet with Carly. You know, I'd much rather be stuck in a closet with Sam. I mean with Sam, just imagine all the stuff we could do in the closet! Okay Freddie, keep your mind off of perverted thoughts." He decided to take his mind off of the perverted thoughts and be pushy. "You know, this is interesting. You and me stuck in a closet, alone."
"This is no time for you to start flirting or anything, we're in a serious situation."
"Don't say that word, I'm not flirting with you. I…I really am not all that fond of you. Actually, I'm your friend, but at the same time, I'm angry at you because of the crush you have on me and how it's hurting Sam." Carly opened the door slightly and saw Mrs. Briggs doing workout routines, she gagged and closed the door. "What is she doing out there?"
"You don't want to know." Freddie shuddered and searched the walls for a light switch. Finally, after some time, he found one. When he turned on the lights, they found themselves surrounded by what seemed to be a shrine dedicated to Randy Jackson. Freddie gasped and Carly quickly covered his mouth, in case he might scream.
"Oh god, gross, get your hand off my mouth. I want no contact with anything from you to my lips. These babies are for Sam to touch, kiss, and hear my voices from." Carly released him and he slowly glanced around. "This would make for perfect blackmail on Mrs. Briggs. Seriously, I could use this all this."
"Is it just me or are we surrounded by two thousand Randy Jacksons?" Freddie nodded and backed up, accidently hitting a cardboard model of Randy Jackson and causing him to talk. "Freddie! Do you want Mrs. Briggs to hear us!"
"Hey, he said it." Carly sighed and opened the door, seeing Mrs. Briggs turning around.
"She's coming!" She turned off the lights and the two quickly hid behind the cardboard model. The teacher entered and started talking to the model and eventually bending over, causing Freddie and Carly to gag.
"Oh god she stinks! That's it, I'm so putting this stuff down as blackmail some time. All I need to do is grab my cell phone and start taking some pictures, then upload them onto my computer…" The teacher left and the two were able to safely exit the model.
"I'm calling Sam."
"You do that." Freddie took out his cell as Carly called Sam up, he smirked and quickly flashed a few pictures of the closet. "My cell always makes perfect pictures, so I'm good to go." Freddie glanced over and raised his eyebrows. "Hm, cologne…I wonder what Sam would think of this, maybe it could make her go crazy…I'd like that."
After some time, Freddie and Sam were sitting on the ground listening to Mrs. Briggs play her bagpipes, they hated it. Freddie would have felt a lot more comfortable if Sam was next to him, he could think of a million things to talk about with her. Whereas Carly, he couldn't think of many things to talk to her about. Sam called Carly up and informed her that she was there. After some time of talking, Sam was ready to create a distraction. Freddie had to admire her, he was lucky to have her.
After some time, both Freddie and Carly were able to leave the closet. Freddie looked at Sam with a worried look, she was trying to talk to Mrs. Briggs in order to distract her from them, he couldn't let her get in trouble. Of course, she could probably get out of it somehow. Just when they were about to make it, he tripped over Mrs. Briggs's bagpipes and alerted her that they were in. "Crap!"
They then tried to fake out Mrs. Briggs by pretending it was her birthday, it didn't work out so well. The teacher pointed to the couch and instructed them to sit, they did as told. She then picked up her bagpipes and started looking them over, frowning at what had happened with them. Sam didn't seem too happy about having failed to help them, so she tried her best to put on a smile, even though Freddie could tell it wasn't a good one. He wanted to tell her it was okay, but couldn't. That was the trouble of secret relationships, he couldn't provide comfort at the right time. He sighed and looked over at Mrs. Briggs, watching as she twisted the instrument.
"I'm sorry I tripped over your bagpipes." The teacher didn't respond, so Carly decided to add something.
"Are they okay?" Carly asked.
"No!" Mrs. Briggs shouted. "He dented my blow stick and punctured my squeeze bag." Sam groaned inwardly and closed her eyes.
"You had to word it that way," Sam thought while giving a soft sigh. "Freddie can pay to have it fixed."
"You think that's going to work? Please. I should have you expelled, I should call the police on you!"
"My mom is the most important police officer in Seattle," Freddie thought while raising his eyebrow. "She wouldn't let us get arrested."
Carly then mentioned the fact that they were doing this for the webshow and Mrs. Briggs started talking about how stupid it was. The trio then went on to say that it was very popular, and that alone grabbed her attention. "Tell you what," Mrs. Briggs said while smirking. "You let me be on your webshow and I won't have you expelled from school and I won't file a report with the police." Freddie raised his eyebrow and sighed, he really figured they would have no choice. Of course, he wouldn't forget that he could blackmail Mrs. Briggs at any given time, this left a smirk on his face.
-NEW SCENE-
The day after the webshow, the group stood at their lockers and waited for Mrs. Briggs to arrive. Freddie glanced over at Sam as she sniffed the air, trying to figure out what the scent was coming from that was enticing her nostrils. He smirked and crossed his arms, knowing full well that it was going to start driving her mad. Though it wasn't as good as the normal cologne he wore around her, it still smelled good enough that it would definitely entice Sam.
Carly was sniffing the air as well, but she didn't look too pleased. This was a plus in Freddie's book, because Sam was pleased with something and Carly wasn't. Carly quickly excused her self and went to the bathroom, leaving Sam and Freddie alone. He smirked and stepped in front of Sam, placing his hand above her head and on the locker. She blushed and held her books close to her chest as he gazed into her eyes. "How do you like my cologne, Sam?"
"So that's where the smell is coming from," Sam said in quiet and shaky voice. Her voice actually shook with temptation and nervousness. "So you got some new cologne, I see."
"Yep, and it is all-" Freddie shifted his eyes over and quickly stepped away from Sam as Carly walked toward them.
"Sorry, I had to wash my hands real fast," Carly stated.
"Yeah, that's fine." Mrs. Briggs then entered the school and started walking toward her class, the students all caught her and started applauding for her on her appearance on iCarly. They did it merely to satisfy her, even though she sucked and the funny part was the background images.
"You did great Mrs. Briggs," Carly said as the three walked toward her. She smiled triumphantly and Freddie merely raised his eyebrow at her cockiness.
"You see, that stuff you do is no match for my musical greatness," Mrs. Briggs responded.
"You are so right," Sam said in a faux interested voice. She was half dazed, still becoming enchanted by the cologne Freddie was wearing. Of course, he didn't intend to wear it that often, since it wasn't as good as his other cologne, but as long as it got a good reaction from Sam, he was happy. Mrs. Briggs started to walk off but stopped and turned toward Freddie.
"Freddie." Freddie raised his eyebrow as she walked toward him and took a quick sniff. "Hm." She stepped back and smiled. "You smell absolutely delightful."
"Thanks Mrs. Briggs," Freddie replied. The teacher walked off and the girls turned toward him.
"Randy Jackson cologne?" Carly asked while raising her eyebrow chuckling. Freddie lifted up the bottle and smirked. Sam blinked in shock, she hated Randy Jackson, but apparently the cologne was pretty nice. Instead of saying his name, she was now going to dub it Freddie Benson cologne number two. Since the one she called Freddie Benson cologne number one was one of his own. He mixed a bunch of scents and created it, and she absolutely adored it.
"Yep." The girls laughed and started walking with Freddie toward their classes. Carly was walking slightly ahead, so Sam walked with Freddie.
"You enjoy making me insane, don't you?" Sam asked while narrowing her eyes and smirking.
"Of course not, I just enjoy making you go mad and with desire."
"That's the same thing, dork." Freddie smirked and started walking at a faster pace. "Hey! Wait up!"
I hope you liked that. You don't know how good it feels to work on something happy and post something like this after working on SHATTERED PEACE. With that, I just have to take it a little bit at a time...all the research needed and the emotions going into it, hard stuff. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm guessing most of my reviewers are vacationing, since I think I only got about 2 or 3 reviews for each of the last 3 chapters....that's still good though, better than what I could be getting! ^_^ Thanks all who are reviewing this and having the patience to go with this!