Paternal Bonds

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. I keep it simple.

A/N: Thoughts in "Italics" and regular speech in "Regular font." Only applied if in quotes.

A/N: By the way, everybody is 26 in this story, except Spencer who would be older. I doubt he'll be mentioned much. Please read this regardless of their age. It will all make sense, I promise. They have to be this old in the story.

Chapter 6 (Ice Cream)

"Miss Tina said something about a 'Chaffer' what is that?" Angie asked as Freddie drove the car down the street.

"Actually it's a chauffer, which is someone that drives you around for money. I have one, but I chose to drive with just you and me. I can tell you're not comfortable with strangers, usually men, so I felt it wasn't necessary to include him."

"Miss Tina's nice."

"Yes she is, she is a very nice lady and fun to know. I think you two will have a lot of fun."

"Can I go to school?"

"That depends on your mother, she's the one that would decide that for you. She could live in a separate part of this country, we wouldn't want to enroll you somewhere far away."

"I want to learn though." Freddie smiled softly and nodded his head.

"Well, its summertime right now, when we find your parents, we'll have to see about your mother getting you into school."

"They're not married by the way."

"Hmm?"

"Mom is not married."

"A six year old child and they aren't married?"

"Mommy told me it would be wrong."

"Oh…I see. But you haven't seen your mother in two years, or your father. Somebody else was taking care of you?" He didn't think he could put it like that, but she had been with someone else.

"Yeah…"

"You don't have to say anything about it if you're not comfortable with it, you realize that, right?" Angie smiled and nodded her head. "Good." Freddie glanced at the windshield and turned the corner. "We're here, the ice cream place."

"Yay! How many flavors can I have?"

"Hmm, let me think…the most I'll let you get if you get a cone is two."

"Aw, only two scoops? Come on, you have to let me have three, maybe four!" Freddie looked at Angie and smirked as she attempted to make her cutest face possible.

"That's not going to work on me."

"Do it for mommy."

"Yeah, I'm going to make you get so sick off of ice cream that your mother is going to kick me all the way to the moon. I don't like that cause and effect reaction."

"She wouldn't do that to you." Freddie smirked and exited the car, he waited as Angie got out of the car.

"You're still not getting more than two scoops of ice cream, that's pushing it for a six year old."

"What's worse? Making me sick or making me too hungry?"

"In this case, I don't want you to be stuffed with ice cream, we are doing other things today and I'd rather you not be too full from the ice cream to actually enjoy the other things."

"What else are we doing?"

"Well, for one thing we're going to the park, then we might go to the movies."

"No."

"Hmm?"

"Movies are too dark."

"Oh, you don't like dark places?" Angie held herself and shuddered slightly. "I'm sorry, okay, we won't have to go there if you don't want to."

"Dark places scare me, I was in a dark place…" Angie had been locked in a padded cell for most of her life, the only thing that lit the room was a small square window, when she was younger, she could hear her mother screaming in the next room. "She never cried…" Freddie raised his eyebrow and looked at Angie as they stopped short of the door.

"What was that?"

"Mom never cried. I remember mommy screaming, but I could never remember her crying." Angie looked downward and tears fell from her eyes. "I miss my mommy."

"It'll be okay," Freddie said as he knelt down and hugged Angie. "Your mother is strong, she'll be fine, we're going to find her." Freddie hugged Angie close and rubbed her back as she started to cry, really that was all he could do, was to hug her and let her know she'd be okay. "Come on, let's get some ice cream." Angie nodded and the two walked inside, Angie looked at the counter and saw all the flavors of ice cream, her eyes grew large and Freddie tapped her shoulder.

"Two scoops," Freddie said with a smile.

"I can't decide!"

"That's okay, you can take as long as you want to decide." Angie lifted her feet up and down as she struggled to choose.

"What flavors do you like?"

"Well I have always liked Rocky Road. Your mom, from what I remember was more of a fan of Mint Chocolate Chip."

"Ooh! I want those two then!" Freddie nodded and looked at the server.

"We'll have a cone with Rocky Road and Mint Chocolate Chip."

"For your daughter?" The man asked.

"Uh…well…uh, I'm just taking care of her, I'm an old friend of her mothers." Angie closed her eyes and smiled as the man nodded and put the scoops into the cone.

"Here you go, one double dip ice cream cone for our lovely lady." Angie smiled and took the cone, she started to lick the ice cream when she noticed Freddie looking at her.

"What do you say to the man?" Angie's eyes widened and she looked at the server.

"Thank you for the ice cream!" Angie said quickly.

"You're welcome," The man said with a smile. Freddie and Angie walked over to the cashier and paid the man, the ice cream was about two dollars.

"Very good, Angie," Freddie said as the two walked to a table. Angie smiled and started to lick the ice cream, her face turned to pure delight, she loved the ice cream. Freddie watched her joyfully eat the ice cream, he saw her stop and close her eyes. "You okay, Angie?"

"My head hurts." Freddie laughed lightly and shook his head.

"Brain-freeze, don't eat ice cream too fast."

"Now you tell me." Angie let out a small whimper and Freddie crossed his arms.

"Maybe I should have got you a soda or something. That usually helps."

"I'm good…" Angie continued to eat the ice cream, once more delighting in its taste.

"So, you like it?"

"Yes!" Freddie smiled and looked over to see the clerk talking to someone on the phone, the man looked at Freddie and Angie and then quickly looked away. Freddie, knowing full well about body language and how to read someone's eyes slowly stood up.

"Angie, stay here real quick." Freddie walked over to the clerk and saw the man start to sweat. "Hey buddy, I seem to have forgotten this, you gave me too much change."

"Excuse me sir, I'm talking to my boss on the phone," The man said with a shaky voice. Freddie grabbed the man's shirt and pulled him close enough to hear a sinister sounding voice on the other line.

Okay, the girl is alive? And she's at the restaurant, can you give me the address to your ice cream parlor. Keep the girl and that man occupied.

Freddie narrowed his eyes and the man chuckled nervously, calmly, Freddie moved his finger above the hang up button and slowly pressed it down. "You're not telling anybody where sweet Angie is, are you? I don't want any danger coming to her. That didn't sound like any police officer I know, who was it?"

"That honestly was my boss, sir."

"Oh, so that was your boss?" Freddie glanced over to see Angie still preoccupied with the ice cream cone, he glanced back over at the clerk and glared at the man. "So, was it someone with malicious intent? Tell me, and I won't send her to the restroom in order to avoid her seeing the possibility of me pummeling the crap out of you."

"Please, I'm sorry, just don't hurt me. I realize how sweet that little girl is, I don't want to cause her harm."

"Then who were you just talking to?"

"A man that wanted to cause her harm, unfortunately. He dumped her off somewhere and when I realized who she was I called him up."

"I hope you know, you're an asshole," Freddie said in a low whisper. "But thanks for telling the truth, for that, I won't have to beat you up. Oh, do you know where this person is?"

"Unfortunately I do not."

"Do you know if he works for anyone?"

"No." Freddie stared the man in the eyes for any signs that he was lying, he could see none.

"Okay, well thank you for the ice cream, and just to make sure…" Freddie pulled the phone cord from the phone and its wall outlet. "You'll get this back when Angie's done with her ice cream cone."

"Okay…"

"I'm also going to hide it so that we have plenty of time to get to our next destination without you calling someone with malicious intent." Freddie crossed his arms and sighed. "Have you heard of anyone named Sam Puckett?"

"Yes actually!" Freddie grinned and nodded.

"Do you know anything about her whereabouts?" The man sighed and looked down.

"Unfortunately I don't. I have seen her a very long time ago though, she mentioned someone's name also."

"Who?"

"Freddie Benson, she said that was her old boyfriend and best friend."

"Oh, that's nice to know."

"So, I kind of know that's her daughter…who are you?"

"That I am not telling you. I don't want anybody dangerous to know about me."

"That's understandable."

"Good."

"I should warn you though, there may be a few people after that little girl. I hear she was thrown out to die, just like the others."

"Others? What others?"

"Miss Puckett had a son about ten years ago, closer to nine years, when that kid was five, he was thrown out to die. It was around the same place that they were going to throw that girl." Freddie's eyes widened and he paled slightly. That meant there would be a body near where Angie had been found, he hadn't even moved into the mansion five years ago. He wondered if he did, if things would have been different.

"So Sam doesn't even know if her baby is alive?"

"Lets see, the person she's with, whoever that is actually let her stay with the baby for a few years and then he tossed the baby away like a piece of trash. Freddie narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.

"I want to know who that bastard is…what else do you know?"

"You know, you must work out, you have a very powerful looking stance."

"Do you know anything else?"

"Not entirely. Other than that girl Sam's mother was supposedly murdered…"

"What!" Freddie's mouth opened and his fists clenched tightly.

"Actually now that I think about it, I was involved in that…"

"Big mistake buddy," A voice said from behind. The man looked over to see the chief of police leaning against the wall, Mr. Henry Benson.

"Uh…crap."

Ah, Freddie's dad's here! Let's see what happens now, so Mrs. Puckett was possibly murdered, oh dear. Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Haha, "Two Scoops." "Aw man!" I agree with you all, Angie is definitely cute.