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 30 (In Sickness and in Health)
Sam and Freddie were at Carly's on Sunday afternoon. They had gone to church with Emily, Lisa, and Sasha, and then they had gone to eat at a fancy restaurant. Freddie wasn't feeling too well, so he was just sitting and listening to Sam and Carly talk about what was going on and what they might do for the next webcast.
"Freddie, are you okay?" Carly asked when she looked over. "You look a little pale." Freddie glanced over to see Carly staring at him, Sam had a worried look on her face as well. He gave them a smile and nodded his head, but Sam didn't seem to believe it. To tell the truth, his stomach was churning and he felt both nauseous and dizzy, but he didn't want to worry the girls since he thought he'd feel better soon. "Okay, but if you start feeling bad, then let us know. We wouldn't want anything to happen to you, Freddie."
"Yeah, thanks, I'll be fine," Freddie said quietly. Sam was still concerned, so he knew he couldn't simply say he was fine. "I do have to love the way she gets concerned about me. She's so cute..." He slowly stood up and Sam watched him carefully. "Don't mind me; I just need to get to the restroom." He walked toward the restroom and entered, still feeling horribly sick. He was actually feeling a bit hot as well. He moaned and placed his hands on the edges of the toilet seat and began to vomit.
"Do you think Freddie will be okay?" Carly asked. Sam looked toward the bathroom and frowned. She hoped he'd be okay, but he did see like he was really sick. Sam gave a brief nod and looked back to Carly. "Okay, that's good. So what do you think we should do for this week's iCarly? I was thinking something like stacking Pringles on someone's head and seeing how many can fit before they fall."
"Yeah, that doesn't seem too bad…" Sam heard the toilet flush, but it was probably the second or third time that it had flushed. She stood up from the couch and looked toward the bathroom with concerned filled eyes. "Hey Carly, did you know the dork flushed your toilet three times now?"
"What!" Carly got up and quickly rushed toward the bathroom, Sam followed closely afterwards. Carly started to bang on the door, hoping to get Freddie's attention. "Freddie! Hey, are you okay in there!" Sam sighed and pushed Carly out of the way. She grabbed the doorknob and opened the door to see Freddie sitting against the wall straight across from the toilet; his hand was over his stomach. Carly stepped in the doorway and her eyes widened in shock. "Freddie! Oh my god, are you okay!"
"Does that look like he's okay, Carly!" Sam said in a sharp tone of voice. She sighed and quickly hurried with Carly over to Freddie's side. "Come on, we need to take him to his house." Sam grabbed Freddie's right arm as Carly took his left, both girls then draped his arms over their shoulders. Freddie let out a moan and Sam closed her eyes. "Hey dork, if you're going to puke again…don't do it until we get you to your mom's place." The girls started to walk him to his door; they exited and stepped across the hall.
"Okay, I got it," Freddie said quickly. "I can get in there, you guys just stay behind."
"I don't think we should leave you," Carly said when she noticed how pale and clammy Freddie was. "Besides, you might pass out in the hallway, and then what are we going to do?" Sam lifted her hand and knocked on the door, waiting until Emily opened it. When she did, her eyes widened in the horror that mothers have when they see their kids are sick. "Ms. Benson, Freddie started throwing up!"
"Okay, thank you girls, I'll take it from here," Emily said as she draped Freddie's arm around her shoulder and started leading him into the apartment. Sam wanted to go in, and she was considering to screw the fact that the dating thing was a secret and go inside. "You can check up on him later, girls." Emily sighed and led Freddie into his bedroom, she helped him onto his bed and started to pull the covers over him. "I really do hate to see you so sick like this…here, I'm going to get a washcloth and a bucket for you." Emily stepped out of Freddie's room and saw Sam walking toward her. "Weren't you just outside with Carly?"
"I told Carly I had to go home and she went back inside," Sam said while looking worriedly toward Freddie's door. "How is he? Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes…Freddie's sick and most likely it's food poisoning. That can last anywhere from a day to a week. I need you to get some water and a wet washcloth while I search for a bucket to place by the side of his bed." Sam nodded and hurried toward the kitchen. She found a small washcloth and quickly grabbed it.
"Okay, this and some water." Sam turned on the faucet and soaked the rag, she the squeezed it and set it in the middle of the sink. Then she grabbed a cup and filled it with some fresh water. "All right, now I need to get over to Freddie." Sam grabbed the rag and made her way to Freddie's room, she carefully opened the door and stepped inside, frowning as she heard Freddie let out a moan. He looked over at her and frowned, he hated to have to have her see him like this, but there wasn't much he could do about that.
"Sam," Freddie said. Sam gave him a sad smile and walked over to him, she carefully placed the rag on his forehead and felt his arm, it was very clammy.
"Here, have some water." Sam placed her hand under Freddie's back and helped him to sit up as she placed the cup toward his lips. She looked over as Emily walked into the door, she was carrying a bucket and a thermometer. Sam carefully let Freddie lay back down as she got up and stepped away from the bed so Emily could place the bucket next to it.
"If you get sick, you're going to want to do your stuff in there," Emily said while pointing to the bucket. Freddie gave a tiny smile and Emily put the thermometer in his mouth. "Hold that under your tongue and we'll check out your temperature." She looked up and over at Sam. "If you could, please close the curtains on his window. We need to limit sunlight, as it could cause him to become more dehydrated." Sam nodded and rushed over to the window, closing the curtains. "Heh, it looks like you'll be learning how to take care of your husband when he gets sick."
"Yeah, I guess so. I hate seeing him sick..." Emily sighed and slowly stood up, she didn't know just yet if it was food poisoning, but she would figure it out in a bit.
"Well, I guess we may have to chalk that restaurant off our list of places to eat." Sam chuckled and nodded her head. "Sam if you will, take the thermometer out and check his temperature." Sam nodded and removed the item from his mouth and checked it, her eyes widened and she looked over to Emily.
"It says he's at about one hundred and one degrees!"
"Okay, the rag will help to cool him off. We may want to remove the blanket from him for now." Emily removed the blanket from Freddie.
"What now?"
"Freddie, we need you to try and sit up." Freddie did so and Emily started to fluff his pillow and place it in sitting position. "You'll regain your strength soon. Sam, we'll need to remove his shirt, it'll heat him up if he's still in it." Sam nodded and carefully removed Freddie's shirt, it felt like it was soaked with sweat. "Sam, we'll need to get him some electrolyte replacement drinks…sports drinks."
"Okay, so Gatorade and stuff like that?"
"Yes, those are best. Flat ginger ale also helps to settle an upset stomach." Emily placed her hands on her hips and looked toward Freddie. "Well Freddie, it looks like you'll be limited to eating applesauce, rice, bananas and yogurt for a bit." Emily thought and glanced upwards. "Also soda crackers will help too. Anything dry and bland works well, the blander the better…" Emily turned toward Sam and crossed her arms. "Okay, come with me. I'm going to draft up a shopping list for you, I want you to go to the store and get the items that I list. This is important, since you'll be doing this for Freddie in the future when he's sick, and he will have to do the same for you."
"Okay, I understand." Sam followed Emily out of the room and into the kitchen. "I guess he can't eat any real food for a while?"
"Well the food he will be eating is about as real as it gets." Emily took a sheet of paper and started writing on it. "He just can't eat what he normally eats, since it'll make him feel worse."
"Yeah, that makes sense." Sam leaned against the counter and looked toward Freddie's bedroom. "I hope he feels better soon." Emily smiled and glanced at Sam, she admired the care that Sam had for him.
"He'll be fine, we just have to treat him well." Sam nodded and turned around as Sam held out the sheet of paper. "Okay, the items on this list are what you need. The store is only a short walk from here, so I think we'll be fine till you get back. If Carly should see you, just tell her I forced you to run some errands."
"I'll do that."
"Thank you." Sam nodded and quickly hurried toward the door, eager to get the items needed for Freddie to get better. She didn't care what happened, she was going to nurse him back to health.
-NEW SCENE-
The next day, Sam was at her locker, she was planning to take Freddie his homework. He probably would be out for most of the week, so Sam was going to go ahead and request his teachers to give her his homework for the week. She closed the locker and started walking toward Freddie's first period class, fortunately she arrived early enough.
Once she made it to the door, she looked through the window and saw Carly talking to the teacher. Sam raised her eyebrow and glanced to the side, Carly didn't have class with the teacher. Most likely she was trying to get Freddie's homework and take it to him. Sam moaned and pressed her forehead to the door, she wasn't sure if she could deal with Carly right at the moment. Sam quickly pulled out her cell and dialed Jake's number. She knew he didn't know about her dating Freddie, but he still talked to her because she was one of Freddie's friends.
"Hello?" Jake asked. "I really should turn this off, since I'm not supposed to have it on while on the school campus…"
"Jake, can you distract Carly for me?" Sam asked as she pressed her back to the wall. "I need to do something and she's kind of keeping me from what I'm doing."
"Hah, you're actually doing work?" Sam rolled her eyes and smirked.
"Yes I'm doing work, and it's important for me to do. I just want you to distract Carly enough for me to complete it. Maybe until classes start…"
"Sure, I'll do that for you."
"Thanks Jake!" Sam hung up and started dialing several of her other friends, each one of them had Carly at least one time during class. The ones that had her in a class with Freddie, she wanted them to distract her from going to the teacher. Then after school was out, hopefully someone could keep her distracted also. It wasn't just because she wanted to get Freddie's homework, but if Carly entered the apartment, it would be obvious that Sam lived there. It was too risky to allow Carly to go there.
Sam hung up her phone and waited until Carly stepped out of the classroom. She glanced to the side and saw Jake walking down the hall, grinning. Carly looked over and smiled at him, but frowned when she remembered he was taken. That was fine to her, he wasn't like Freddie, so she could take it.
"Carly, how is it going?" Jake asked as he stepped next to her. "What are those in your hand, Freddie's homework? I'll take that to him for you."
"What? I was going to do that," Carly replied while looking at the stack she was holding.
"Well I am his friend and I wanted to check up on him later, so I was going to take his homework to him." Carly sighed and handed Jake the papers, it wasn't like she could say no to him.
"Hold on Jake, I need to go to my locker for a second." Jake nodded and Carly hurried toward the locker. He turned to Sam and smirked as he handed her the papers.
"I'm guessing this was what you're doing?" Sam blinked and took the papers from his hands.
"How did you know?"
"The second you hung up, I got a call from Freddie telling me that you were supposed to bring him his homework for the week."
"Oh." Sam blushed with slight embarrassment and chuckled nervously. "Yeah, sorry about that…"
"Hey, no problem, I'm just assuming his mom caught you before you could get away and forced you to be her errand boy…girl."
"Uh, yeah that's pretty much how it happened. I have to get moving, so I'll catch you around Jake." Jake nodded as Sam hurried off, he chuckled and started walking toward Carly's locker. He wasn't sure exactly why Sam didn't want Carly helping her, but at the same time, it didn't bother him much at all.
Poor Poor oblivious Jake. I hope you liked that chapter and hope you'll review, especially since I'm having one of those "writing burnouts" where it gets hard to write for a little bit. So I'm just updating what I have for now, which would be this story. I have quite a few chapters of this already written, lol. Stick around for the next chapter!