A/N: Hello! I'm alive. I am sorry about the loooong wait for this chapter but my laptop had to be taken away to be fixed and I had almost finished this chapter so I thought, "why not just wait the three weeks?" However, it happened that my hard drive had to be erased and that meant everything saved on my computer, including this chapter, went bye-bye. But I have finally got over that annoyance and worked myself up to start the chapter again so here it is.

Disclaimer: If I owned Icarly, Seddie would be canon by now.

Sam's POV

I let my body fall casually against the bike resting on the road. Freddie finished gathering up his things and turned to me, giving me a slight smile. "Ready to go?" He asked me, lifting one eyebrow. I nodded devilishly as I thought of my plan that I was going to put into action today.

I watched as Freddie mounted the bike as if he suddenly rode a Harley every day. He revved the engine and we were off, flying down the highway at a grand speed of fifty miles an hour. I let out a sigh, "Can you drive faster, Freddork?"

"Sorry if I'm trying to keep us alive for as long as possible, Puckett." What, going seventy will automatically get us killed? I casually laid on the question as we drove out of the small town and onto the highway, "If you just let me drive Harley, I'll show you what real living is."

Freddie pretended he didn't hear the suggestion I just made. However, you could feel the tension in the air as the dork made a sharp right turn suddenly. "You named the bike?" he offered, breaking the temporary silence that hung in the air.

Oh well, I'll try again later. "Yeah," I confirmed. "It makes the big guy seem more real. My very own bike," I said dreamily as I stared off into the sun that was being partially obscured by the clouds. Freddie broke my daydream and said, "Sam, we're not keeping…Harley. If you name it you will only get more attached to it." That's what you think. "Right, of course. Whatever you say, Freddie," I told him reassuringly.

We had been travelling for about two hours when we ran into a local mini-mart about fifty miles north of Gresham. Not wanting Freddork to pass it up I yelled, "Stop!!!" The boy stepped on the breaks so fast he managed to do a spin off onto the side of the road about ten feet behind the mini-mart. He was clearly startled.

"Whoa, next time try not to give me a heart attack, Sam."

I blew him off. "Yeah, yeah. Mama sensed food and wa –la," I danced in front of the store and threw my hands toward it like I was show casing it, "here it is." Freddie seemed to calm down a bit and I could see a smile begin to play on his lips. "You're crazy," he said in a teasing way as he made his way into the store. I swiftly followed with a grin of my own.

The mini-mart was precisely that, very mini. The place looked utterly deserted except for a young girl about mine and Fredward's age at the cash register chewing gum and flipping through a magazine. I immediately spotted the junk food section and made my way toward it with Freddie struggling to keep up.

I looked back at the boy trailing me, "Freddork! Get a cart!" Freddie complied and I made my way to the fat cakes and started piling as many into my arms as I could. This was practically a sport. Freddie got back with the cart very speedy.

I laughed and dumped out my entire armful of fat cakes (about 30) when Freddie started talking to me. "Isn't that kind of a lot Sam?" He reached his hand out to grab my wrist before I could grab any more. My insides tingled a bit to the touch of his hand but I just shook the feeling off, now was not the time for this.

I merely shrugged. "It can fit." I began to put more in when Freddie interjected again, "We should be getting vegetables."

Aah Freddie, always the mama's boy. "Your mommy isn't here, Benson. Live a little."

But, dorkboy was reluctant. "Come on Sam," he reasoned with me. "Some are really helpful for your body and stuff. They can really help us out on our adventure." His eyes were pleading with me to listen to him.

I gave him a questioning look. "How do you know?"

15 minutes later….

"This is a carrot," Freddie explained to me as if he were teaching a kindergartner their colors. I had to admit though; these vegetable things were piquing my curiosity. This was about the tenth one Freddie had tried to explain the significance of to me. "And how will it help me?" I proposed.

Freddie nodded knowingly and held the carrot directly in front of me as he explained, "My mom always told me that they helped you see better, so if we eat them we can be more alert to danger when it's near. It could mean the difference between whether we get caught or whether we don't."

Oh the possibilities. I began to smirk and Freddie excitedly asked, "So what do you think?" I turned to face him more directly towards him and uttered, "I think this is going to work out." Freddie seemed pleased with my answer and added the carrots to the accumulating pile of vegetables in the cart.

When he looked up from placing it he met my puppy dog eyes. "You want some more fat cakes now, don't you?" he asked me, already knowing what was on my mind. "Yes," I informed him, scurrying off to my favorite aisle as I called back behind me, "And you can't stop me."

To my slight surprise, he didn't try. In a matter of seconds Freddie was by my side saying, "Actually, that's a good idea. My mom never lets me have anything that isn't healthy for me or doesn't help prevent ticks." He was very plainly annoyed.

"Alright, then. I'm not here to be your mother," I comforted him. "Plus mama just really wants her fat cakes," I added as an afterthought in my usual tone.

"Of course you do." I heard Freddie say as he began to help me put numbers of them into the cart. However, I think he thought I was overdoing it because he caught my hand with the fat cake still in it and gave me a warning glance as he moved it back to the shelf.

"I think we're done here," he informed me as if it weren't a thought but a demand. The only reason I agreed was because we were already pushing the limit of food my bag of wonders could hold. We made our way over to the cash register where the teenage girl was still working and she quickly put the magazine under the counter at the sight of us.

"Hello, would you like me to ring up those items for you?" She offered as if it weren't already obvious.

"Sure," Freddie and I said simultaneously. The girl slowly began to ring up one item after the other: pineapples, carrots, fat cakes, cookies. As she rang up the food she began studying me and Freddie more and more closely as she continued chewing her gum.

I was getting anxious to get out of there when she said, "Hey, aren't you guys those missing kids from Icarly? Sam and Freddie?"

Oh gosh. Please Freddie, please, lie well. To my amazement he replied easily, "No no. We actually get that all the time. We're just two kids from downtown." He put his hands in his pockets and turned to me, "Right, Jennette?" Smooth.

I mentally shook off how impressed I was and regained my countenance, "Um yeah. That's right. Now if you would excuse Nathan and I we have to go back home or our whole neighborhood is going to think we got mauled by bears or something.

"Yep, so," Freddie took the groceries. "We're just gonna," I added as I pointed both index fingers to the door. Freddie jogged to the door and opened it for me as I slyly left, with him shutting the door firmly behind me after he travelled out himself. Freddie and I ran onto the bike and were off.

Freddie was really speeding up as I grabbed the groceries he handed me, popped a fat cake in my mouth, and tried shoving the rest of the groceries into my backpack.

"Be careful you don't fall off the bike, Sam," Freddie warned me, genuinely concerned. I meant to say "I'm not stupid, I know how to stay on a bike," but it came out more like "Nom wan nom blah mu."

"What?" he asked. I just shook my head and wrapped my arms around him so that I could properly stick a carrot in his mouth. After I swallowed I just said, "Now you can't talk either," and tapped him on the nose. "Well, you know, carrots are good for your eyes anyway. So don't crash. I know I wouldn't." Freddie just grunted in response.

I never would have thought running away with Freddie would be so much fun. But it was so easy to laugh with him as we passed through town after town of people gawking at how cool we looked on Harley. But eventually Freddie asked me the inevitable. "Hey, Sam…you never told me why you decided to run away."

I was taken aback all the same. "Well, it's not that important." I said, hoping to steer him away from this conversation. "But, I just want you to know that whatever it is, it's ok. You can tell me. I won't tell anyone." He then realized the stupidity of the comment and added with a laugh, "Not like there is anyone left to tell." His pace was slowing at this point.

I laughed with him, "Are you trying to be comforting, dork?" Freddie got a little scared and supposed, "Well…yeah."

I smiled even though he couldn't see me. "Well thanks," The sun was setting now, and we were getting close to The Gresham City Club. I was getting excited, because I brought something for just the equation. "Hey, that club is here is around here isn't in it?" Freddie asked me, as if he could read my mind. "Yeah," I nodded enthusiastically, "We have to go."

Freddie sighed, "This will most likely end badly."

"Oh well. Pull over here."

Freddie brought the bike to a halt on the side of the road. However, I was caught off guard and slammed to the ground, landing on my side.

The fall wasn't that bad, it really wasn't. It's just that I had hit exactly where my old bruises my mother had given me were. As a result, my sides burned like a thousand fire arrows had just been shot through them. "Sam!"

Freddie came running over to me, "Sam are you ok? You look like you hurt a lot."

I couldn't let anyone see me like this, especially not Freddie. I got up as I said, "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a scratch," I stumbled as I regained my balance and Freddie stood behind me ready to catch me, just in case.

"Well," I said changing the subject. "It's almost time. I think I'm going to go get ready."

"Right. Me too," Freddie said, still a bit concerned.

"You don't have anything to get ready." I casually reminded him.

"Oh right," he spoke, scratching the back of his head.

I laughed and muttered, "Boys," as I went to get changed. In my bag I found the locket I had picked up yesterday, and studied it for a moment. I figured it wouldn't harm anyone if I wore it, so I added it to my outfit. I wore a black mini skirt and red halter top that had sequins along the sides. I somehow managed to retrieve flip flops from my backpack too, which I had no idea I even put in there.

The only problem was that you could slightly see my bruises where my shirt wasn't covering me up, because my outfit was mildly revealing. After a moment of hesitation and quick thinking I decided against my better judgment and just wore the outfit. Hey, It would be dark anyway.

I made my way back to Freddie who was whistling and looking around the area, waiting for me patiently. I called out to him, "You ready to go Freddo?"

He turned, took one look at me and his jaw dropped.

"Whoa."

A/N: Thank you for reading, and waiting. The next couple chapters are where things are going to start to pick up hopefully, especially the next one (I'm really excited to write that!) So thanks to all who have reviewed so far and will in the future *wink wink*