Paternal Bonds Shattered

Disclaimer: Do I need to say it? I don't own iCarly

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Chapter 3 ("Prank")

Jonah Brown and Valerie Williams, boyfriend and girlfriend, they met through Sam and Freddie and connected almost instantaneously. They've been dating for nearly two years, and they were very much in love. Literally nothing could separate them from each other. The only reason they met through Sam and Freddie, was because they had dated the two at one point of time. Jonah never did forget what Sam did to him or that Freddie beat the crap out of him afterwards, but he always felt he deserved what he got. He had been a jerk, and a horrible one at that.

Valerie had nothing against Sam, nothing against Freddie, but she did admit that she had been greatly jealous of Carly. That was why she dated Freddie, used him in order to get close to iCarly, but those days were behind her now. She was actually a great fan of the show. It was really when she saw what happened to Jonah on the show, that she and he were destined to meet.

After the incident, she was the one to go and see if he was okay. She didn't know why she did that, she just did. It was something she'd learned from her mother and her sisters, about having a good heart. She and Jonah struck up their friendship there, and remained good friends for a time before he finally decided to ask her out. At that point, they became completely inseparable.

Currently, the two were taking their fathers out to dinner. Jonah's younger sister, Olivia, was in school. Jonah's school, however, had the day off. "So, after two years, I get to meet my daughter's boyfriend," Vincent Williams said with a smile. They were seated in a booth, the fathers on one side and the happy couple on the other side. "I hope you two are being completely safe with each other…"

"Dad!" Valerie exclaimed, blushing hard. Vincent smirked as Valerie gave him a dangerous glare. She knew he was just teasing the two, but he couldn't help himself sometimes. Michael Brown laughed as he looked over at his son, he couldn't resist joining in on the joke.

"Well I don't want any grandkids anytime soon," Michael stated. Jonah then choked on his drink and looked up at Michael with embarrassment.

"D-Dad, how could you?" Jonah asked quietly. He couldn't believe his father would sink so low. The two fathers laughed as Jonah and Valerie exchanged glances. "That's it, we're taking away the father's day special on your meals!"

"I think it's a little late for that, sweetie," Valerie said with a sigh. Jonah shrugged as she smiled and placed her head on his shoulder. She loved him so much, she felt she would always be safe with him, she trusted him. The fathers smiled at the sight and started drinking their drinks. "I love you so much, Jonah."

"And I love you, Valerie. You and that gigantic family of yours…" He smirked as Valerie giggled slightly. He often liked to tease her about the size of her family. With five children total, a mother and a father, seven people really made up a full house like no other. Michael cleared his throat and started to open the napkin containing his silverware.

"So Valerie, what do you intend to do when you grow up?" Michael asked. He wanted to know a bit more about the girl his son was dating. Just like Vincent wanted to know a bit more about Jonah. Valerie smiled and sat up, more than happy to talk about her future plans.

"I want to become a big time chef," Valerie said joyfully. "I already know how to cook so many amazing things!" Vincent nodded and smiled proudly at his daughter. She often did most of the cooking, and that was when he wasn't doing the cooking. His wife, Viola, was confined to a wheelchair these days, so she didn't do a lot of cooking. "My sisters tease me a lot about it, but they do think I'll make a great chef one day. In fact, what I'm working on now is perfecting a new dish called the Alaska Baked Salmon. It's a really good dish and I really want to try it."

"Well that sounds like an admirable goal. You might be bringing in the money compared to Jonah."

"Hey!" Jonah cried out defensively. His father acted like he liked Valerie better, now how fair was that? "I'll have you know that being a weapons instructor and a gunsmith will make a good amount of money!" Michael smiled at his son and slowly nodded his head, he was always proud of Jonah.

"Yeah, being a weapons specialist isn't too bad, but you got years before all that."

"True." Vincent looked up and frowned, the waiter hadn't come back yet.

"Hey Michael, would you go look for the waiter, I have to go to the restroom," Vincent said while tapping Michael on the shoulder. The man nodded and left the seat, Vincent followed quickly behind. As the two fathers went in separate directions, Jonah and Valerie smiled at each other. They gave each other a quick peck on the lips and looked over in shock as Gibby, Nevel, and Jeremy piled up in the booth in front of them.

"What do you guys want?" Jonah asked while raising an eyebrow. Gibby had some bandages on his right arm, they had to be a day old. He hoped nothing bad had happened. "Gibby, what happened to your arm?"

"I don't feel like talking about it," Gibby said quietly. Jonah could respect that, he didn't really want to bother Gibby too much about it. Nevel looked angry, as usual, but something was off. He seemed angrier. Jeremy had a scowl on his face, like he was hungry for blood.

"Jonah, we saw what happened to you on iCarly a couple years ago," Jeremy said quickly. Jonah frowned as Jeremy brought the memory back to him, he didn't really like thinking about it too much. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat while Valerie rolled her eyes, she hated that they were bringing up such an old memory. "And Valerie, how inconsiderate was it of them to laugh when that monitor fell on you?" Jonah growled as Valerie looked down, hurt.

"What business is it of yours?" Jonah asked daringly. He didn't appreciate what these people were doing, coming here while they were with their fathers and bringing up old wounds.

"We don't mean to fight, we're just offering…release." Jonah and Valerie raised their eyebrows and glared at the men, unsure of what they really wanted. "You see, we're working on a…prank."

"A prank?"

"Yes, we want to prank Sam, for all the pain she's caused us, we want to develop a prank that will make her realize that she shouldn't be so cruel to others." They knew it wasn't really a prank, but they had a feeling if they said their true motives, they wouldn't get Jonah and Valerie to help. They weren't sure why, but they wanted their help in this.

"It's not going to hurt her, is it?" Valerie asked suspiciously. She didn't want anything bad to harm her. Jonah crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly.

"It shouldn't hurt at all," Nevel said with an innocent smile. Now his being there was just off completely, but then Sam had done some stuff to even him. "We just want a good old fashioned prank to make her see what she's been doing to all of us." Jonah looked at Valerie and frowned, this seemed a little too suspicious for him. Although, they had to admit, a harmless prank wouldn't be too much.

"Jonah, I'll do whatever you want to do, I guess…" Jeremy looked at Jonah and smiled, he then placed a photograph on the table. Jonah's eyes widened when he spotted it, it was of him on the wedgie bounce. Valerie frowned as Jonah quickly shifted his eyes away.

"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to prank her just this one time. I had received a beating from Freddie after that…I deserved what I got."

"So then you guys are with us?" Jeremy asked with a smile. Valerie rubbed her arm nervously and glanced to the side as Jonah shrugged and looked to his girlfriend. She knew one prank wouldn't be bad, but why did she have this sinking feeling in her gut that something was going to go horribly wrong.

"I guess…"

"Good, we'll be in contact with you." The three left the table as Valerie looked nervously at Jonah. He could tell she was scared about something.

"I don't know how I feel about this, Jonah," Valerie said quietly.

"It's one prank, what could go wrong?"

"They didn't exactly tell us what their 'prank' was." Jonah frowned and looked back at the door where the boys just left. She had a point, they didn't tell them anything.

Just then, the fathers returned with the waiter. The waiter was apologetic, he'd been very busy. He was now ready to take their orders. Once everyone gave the orders, the waiter left and the group looked at the table. The picture was still there. The fathers frowned, remembering the event, and Valerie quickly shoved the photo into her purse. She was going to destroy it later.

I put this in the first chapter, but some have already started reading this so they probably won't look at the first chapter, so I'll put it here as well:

This version of PB is told from Sam's perspective. It's everything PB was and MORE. There are going to be a few minor and MAJOR changes I'm making, since reading PB I've discovered a few inconsistancies and a few upsets in reality. I've also thought of some plot stuff that would have made for a better plot and explanation for why certain things happened.

So, in short this PB should be much better and different. So there will be some minor changes, such as after ten years, Sam not knowing why the bad guys were there. Sure I did it for suspense, but let's be real, etn years, she's going to know. And obviously, Valerie's not going to be cruel all those ten years. Another, more applicable approach to why Jonah couldn't get in touch with Carly for ten years and why nothing happened for ten years will also be explained. So I'm hoping people will read this, because it will be everything PB was, plus more. There's going to be a MAJOR thing going on surrounding that mysterious first child that Sam had.

So, if you liked PB, you will LOVE THIS STORY. You don't really have to read the origional paternal bonds either, but it might be good since I don't plan on going as indepth with Freddie's side during the time that the origional Paternal Bonds took place. However you will know what he and the others are doing in this story, so reading the origional is entirely up to you.