The Greatest Secret

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own iCarly

A/N: While the events of the Christmas episode in the beginning take place, it will be basically an entirely different scenario happening. Mitch will appear to someone else, not Carly. The events at the end may happen, but that will not be explained as Mitch, rather Carly having a nightmare or something. We'll see when I get to it. Trust, my fellow readers, trust.

+Chapter 90 (A World without Her)

Freddie entered his room and lay on his bed, he had his mom do a little role play a while ago, she did enjoy having some fun every now and then. He sighed and placed his hands behind his head, he felt iCarly had been very successful today, even if he was in a stupid and idiotic costume. He couldn't help but appreciate some things about it, plus the perversion of Sam turning him on. He actually loved that part. Freddie smiled and closed his eyes, he couldn't even imagine what life would be like without Sam, and he never wanted to know. "How are you enjoying your Christmas break so far?" A voice asked. Freddie shouted and quickly jumped up. In the corner of the room was a strange and little man with a beard.

"Okay who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?" Freddie asked while preparing himself for a fight. The man held up his arms and chuckled.

"Whoa, easy there tiger. The name's Mitch, I'm a Christmas angel and I'm here to earn my wings. Actually, I'm just here to have a little fun."

"Christmas angel? Yeah right, get out of my room. I'll have you know, I don't believe in magic and all that stuff." Mitch raised his eyebrow and snapped his fingers, Freddie's comforter flew off and landed on him. "What the!"

"What? I told you, I'm a Christmas angel. I'm magical." Freddie grumbled and tossed the blanket off of him. He didn't know who this man was, but he did think the guy was a nutcase. "I'm here to show you what life would be like if you and Sam never met." Freddie raised his eyebrow and scoffed slightly.

"Yeah right, I don't even want to know what life would have been like. I love her too much to even dream of what it would have been like!" Mitch snapped his fingers and a gust of wind blew through the air. "What the!"

"What?"

"What did you just do?" Freddie started walking toward Mitch, narrowing his eyes angrily.

"You never met Sam." Freddie twitched slightly and grabbed Mitch's shirt, lifting him into the air.

"What did you just say?" Mitch chuckled nervously and vanished from Freddie's grasp. Freddie growled and looked around the room. "Mitch? Mitch! Where the hell are you!" Mitch appeared sitting at the head of Freddie's bed. Freddie turned around and glared at him.

"You and Sam never met that day at the fountain. Sarah and Sam were somewhere else that day." Freddie rolled his eyes with annoyance and started to walk out of his room.

"Whatever, you're just a nut job." He left his room and entered the main room, but stopped in shock at what he saw. Everything was completely different. The room, no, the house was a cluttered mess. Broken picture frames hung on the walls while glass was lying all over the floor. Where was his mother? She usually tried to keep the house clean. "Damn it Mitch, did you have something to do with this?!" Mitch appeared on the kitchen counter and Freddie swiftly turned to him.

"You…never...met…Sam. Say it with me now! You're a completely different person now."

"Shut up, I don't believe that for a minute." Freddie moved to the overturned couch in the living room and began to flip it back over. He raised his eyebrow as a cat shot out from underneath it and clawed at his leg. "Ah! Damn it! Since when do we own a cat?!"

"You don't, this cat actually nests hear because it came in one day and no one ever made any effort to force it out." Freddie grumbled and looked at the clock, it seemed school was about to start. He figured Emily must have gone to work and Sam went to school before he did.

"The least they could have done was wake me up…" Mitch sighed and slowly shook his head. Freddie found his backpack among all the clutter and quickly left his apartment. He would have to clean it later, hopefully Emily and Sam would help him out. "I wonder why the room's a mess anyway."

"Oh, you were having a fight with someone."

"Huh?" Freddie raised his eyebrow as he walked toward the school. He saw Mitch walking beside him and frowned. "Why do you follow me?"

"You'd rather I drag you?" Freddie sighed and rolled his eyes as he entered the school building. The second he entered, several people jumped out of his way and pressed themselves against the wall. Freddie raised his eyebrow and shrugged as he looked for anyone he knew. He saw Gibby, so he started walking to him. Gibby was frozen with fear and his eyes were large and terrified.

"Hey Gibby, have you seen Sam around anywhere?" Gibby was shaking so violently, Freddie thought he might have a seizure.

"S-S-Sam? Who are you talking about? I-I haven't seen anyone named Sam anywhere."

"Sam. Sam Puckett. You know, the girl who likes to pick on you and give you wedgies?" Gibby seemed clueless as to who Sam was. It was odd, since Freddie was sure Gibby wouldn't forget Sam overnight. Who could forget anyone so sweet, gentle and beautiful as her? Well, sweet to him, but to some like Gibby, not so sweet.

"I don't know anyone by that name. Um…here have some money! Take it all!" Gibby pulled out his wallet and placed it in Freddie's hands. Freddie's jaw fell and he watched as Gibby ran away. He could have sworn, Gibby ran faster than he'd ever run from Sam.

"What the hell is going on here?" Mitch appeared next to a large amount of graffiti that the janitors were cleaning up. The graffiti read 'Principal Franklin sucks balls.' Freddie cringed and walked over to Mitch, confused by everything going on. "Mitch, why is everyone scared of me? How come Gibby's speed just picked up.

"Well Gibby's always running from you," Mitch replied. He turned to the writing on the wall and chuckled. "Now that right there, that's just genius."

"Who on earth would write something like that?"

"Oh that was you, kid." Freddie's eyes widened quite a bit and he took a big step back. He wasn't sure if he could actually believe that or not. "You also wrote graffiti on the walls before, one time you said Mrs. Briggs masturbates to Jackson and another time you said Mr. Howard likes d-"

"That's enough!"

"I'm just stating fact."

"Okay, so maybe you are magical, I don't know…but if this is…no this is just too weird."

"By the way, say hi to your girlfriend."

"Sam?" Mitch started to say something but stopped, it wasn't Sam at all. He pointed behind Freddie. Freddie turned around and saw Valerie walking toward him, she had a bruise on her arm and a black eye. "Valerie? What happened? Who did this to you?"

"What do you mean, Freddie?" Valerie asked with a timid voice. Something was off, Valerie never sounded so timid before. She even looked a little afraid of him. "This was because I spoke up yesterday, remember?" Freddie couldn't believe it, he would never hit a woman. Women were sweet and gentle, they didn't deserve to be abused.

"Valerie…"

"I made you a sweater…do you like it?" Valerie held up a sweater, it was lopsided and off center. It looked wrinkled and poorly made. Most likely she made it while crying. Even the sleeves were off, one was long and the other was only half as long. Valerie tensed up, but loosened her body when Freddie gently took the sweater from her. He was starting to become angry, angry at Mitch. He still had no clue what was going on.

"I…I love it, Valerie." Valerie gave a timid smile and started to reach out, but stopped. "What's wrong?"

"Well, I want to hug you, but…"

"You can hug me if you want." Valerie smiled and gave him a hug. Freddie could feel her arms shaking, she must have a lot of fear inside of her. Freddie didn't believe for a minute that he could do this, he didn't want to believe it. He lifted his arms and slowly rubbed Valerie's back, trying to comfort her. Eventually, her shaking body stopped and she became calm. "It's okay Valerie, I'm not going to hurt you." Valerie sobbed once and buried her head into Freddie's shoulder. If he honestly did this to her, he wanted to find the person that was supposed to be him and punch his face. "Why is she...Jonah..."

"You never let me hug you…" Valerie let go and took a step back, she stared at him with a very confused look. "I don't know why…I'm going to go now." Valerie turned around and quickly ran off. Freddie turned to Mitch and stared with bewildered eyes.

"Valerie is my girlfriend? What happened to Jonah?"

"Well, if you remember…You and Sam talked about them being together. Sam's the one that introduced Valerie to Jonah. You never met Sam, so Jonah's never met Valerie."

"My god…and where is Jonah?" Mitch froze and cursed under his breath. Freddie raised his eyebrow and stared at him. "Mitch…where is Jonah?"

"You may want to forget about him."

"What!"

"He barely knows you."

"What are you talking about? He's my best friend. Tell me where he is right now!" Mitch frowned and stared at the ground, this would definitely be rough. "Tell me what's going on. Why is everyone afraid of me? Why is Valerie abused? Where is my best friend, and where the hell is Sam in all this?"

Ah so Mitch strikes, and Freddie is not happy. Let's see what's going on. Where was Emily, why was the house a mess, who was he fighting with? Where's Sam? Where's Jonah? Why is Valerie being abused? All these questions and more to come and be answered in the next chapters! Tell me what you thought of this one!