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- Seddie.
- Season 3.
- This fanfic is adapted from Spanish (my first language), so if you read some mistakes, please let me know in the comments.
-Summary:
Sam and Freddie shared their first kiss together and promised not to say anything about it, not even to Carly. However, when Carly had to take Sam to the dentist some time later, Sam told her best friend her secrets, including the kiss, but... What if before she could tell her everything, Carly had to go to the hospital because Spencer was injured by the inmates? And what if it was Freddie to whom Sam confessed all those things, adding the little detail that she enjoyed the kiss?
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"Why don't you go sit in the waiting room, and I'll get Sam's teeth all fixed up," the dentist advised Carly.
"Okay," Carly nodded before turning to her best friend. "Stay blonde."
"Stay Brown."
Carly nodded before leaving the office, but before she could turn the corner, a loud noise was heard. She immediately returned to the office and found her friend on top of both dentists, trying to harm them with their own tools. For a while, she tried to separate them, but before she or the dentists could do anything, her phone started ringing, stopping the commotion.
"I think you have a call," Sam pointed out to Carly, still on top of the dentist.
Carly gave her a look of "seriously? I hadn't even noticed," allowing Sam to leave to answer her phone outside the office. Sam took that as a signal to return to her seat and leave the dentists alone... for now. She had never been with a dentist before, and the mere idea terrified her, imagining what they could do with those torture instruments they called "dentist tools." Neither Sam nor the dentists wanted to move or say anything until Carly returned. They were visibly nervous at the possibility of Sam losing control, and she was anxious to have her best friend for support.
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Not three minutes passed when Carly returned to the office, this time with a concerned expression on her face.
"Did something bad happen?" Sam asked.
"Yes, it turns out Spencer got injured by one of the inmates he was teaching art to, and he's on his way to the hospital," Carly explained. "A paramedic told me they might just have to cast his right leg, but Spencer wants me to be with him at the hospital, and also to find his health insurance and emergency money at home."
"Then you have to go," Sam affirmed, a bit disappointed.
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, but I have no choice. Do you want me to call your mom to come pick you up?"
"I would say yes, but she ruined her phone again. Don't ask how, because I don't want to remember," Sam warned Carly as she noticed she was about to ask.
"Okay. I guess I'll have to call Freddie," Carly commented, taking out her phone to dial the boy, but she stopped when she heard a growl from Sam.
"To Freddie? Are you serious?"
"Of course. He's our friend; I'm sure he wouldn't mind taking care of you."
"Of course, he won't mind. He'll be too busy making fun of me because I'm nervous about something so stupid."
"Oh, you're being dramatic" Carly insisted. Sam raised an eyebrow, as if to say, 'do you really think so?' and Carly had to backtrack. "Well, maybe he'll tease you a little at first, but then he'll be good company, you'll see."
"And why can't I just go alone home and be done with it?" Sam complained, lying back on the examination table.
"It's not the most advisable," the dentist suddenly said, reminding them both that they were not alone in the office. "Since you're very... nervous, we'll have to sedate you a little to calm you down, and you'll need someone's help to make sure you're okay."
"And Freddie can be that someone," Carly continued. Seeing that Sam was staring at her own shirt, Carly kept talking. "Look, I'll talk to him to behave when he's here, but I can't just leave you alone, so let him help you for now, okay?"
"And what if he can't come?" Sam insisted, playing with a loose thread on her shirt.
"In that impossible case, I would have to call Gibby," Carly joked. Sam stopped playing with the thread and looked at her with disgust. Carly laughed at her expression. "Nah, just kidding. Then, I would have to figure out a way to take you and Spencer home, but I know Freddie will come, so don't worry."
"Sure, because he's so in love with you, he won't be able to resist doing you a favor, right?"
"Nope. Because he's also your friend and cares about you," Carly explained, putting a hand on her shoulder. Before Sam could respond to that, Carly's phone vibrated. "Well, that's my cue to leave. Remember, Sam, relax and let the dentists do their job, okay?" she asked with a smile.
Sam sighed and smiled back gently.
"Okay. Say hi to Spencer for me."
"I will. Goodbye."
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Freddie stood outside the office, patiently waiting for the dentist to finish. An hour ago, Carly had called him and briefed him on the situation with Spencer. At first, he thought she wanted him to accompany her brother because she was busy with Sam, but he was surprised to hear that she was actually asking him to take care of Sam in her place. Not that Freddie had any issue with that; after all, Sam was also his friend, and he didn't mind looking out for her. What surprised him was that Sam agreed to the idea, as she rarely showed her 'vulnerable' side or asked Freddie for favors unrelated to money, except for the whole situation with Missy.
On one hand, Freddie couldn't blame Sam for thinking that way, as he himself would react defensively to the mere suggestion of Sam seeing him in a vulnerable or ridiculous state, fearing she would mock him. Although, on second thought, isn't that how their strange friendship works? Freddie insults her, Sam insults him, they play pranks on each other, Freddie gets revenge, she gets revenge, both mess up, apologize, and then they move on with their lives. So, what does the rest matter?
As he reflected on this, the door to the office opened, revealing a dentist. The dentist greeted him with courtesy, and Freddie responded with a smile of his own.
"Let me guess, you're Freddie?" the dentist asked.
"Yes, Freddie Benson. Carly Shay called me to take care of Sam. Is the procedure with her done already?"
"Yes, everything went well, although we had to sedate her a bit because she was very nervous and aggressive," the dentist replied with a calm smile.
Freddie grinned at the idea of a sedated Sam with what he assumed was nitrous oxide. He knew he had promised Carly not to make fun of her, but Carly wasn't here, and Sam probably wouldn't remember due to the effects of the gas, so what did it matter?
"Aggressive? Yeah, that sounds like the Sam I know," he commented to the dentist. "So, can I go in now?"
"Yes, of course. Although I can't guarantee she'll be very coherent right now if you try to have a conversation."
"I'm okay with that," he affirmed with a smile, entering the office. His smile widened as he saw his friend all dazed and smiling on the dentist's chair. He was about to say something to Sam, but when he saw the other dentist, he decided to greet her politely. "Hello, I'm Freddie."
"The guy your friend said would come?"
"Yes, that's me," he responded, putting his hands in his pockets. "And what did you do with her? I heard everything went well."
"Yes. I replaced the missing tooth and filled three cavities," said the dentist behind them.
"That's good news," Freddie nodded, and without fear of her hitting him, he leaned a bit closer to her face and smiled, receiving a sweet and silly smile in response. "Did you hear that, Sam? Everything went well, and soon you can eat all the corn and ham you want."
Sam laughed in response, and Freddie couldn't help but think about how cute she looked while smiling, although he kept that thought to himself.
"Carly, is that you? You're blurry, and you look like the nerd, Fredson" Sam laughed, looking around. "Yeah, the silly and blurry one, Fredward."
Freddie couldn't help but burst into laughter before following Sam's ramblings. "It's because I'm not Carly; I'm the blurry Freddie."
"The blurry Fredward!" she exclaimed with laughter, starting to play with whatever was around her. "Handsome, silly, and blurry, Fredward," she murmured, almost singing to herself.
Handsome Fredward?, Freddie thought with a smile. Oh, definitely, when she's back to her senses, he would tease her just a little bit about that.
"How long will she be like this?" he asked the dentists, although he already had a rough idea.
"The effect will wear off soon, but she'll be like this for a while," the dentist explained before heading towards the door. "Well, since you have everything under control, we'll go check the X-rays."
"Okay."
Immediately, the dentists left them alone. Freddie looked at Sam and was startled to see that she was about to play with one of the tools next to her, so he carefully took it away and placed it in another spot. Then he grabbed a nearby chair and sat in front of Sam, who was now moving her arms from one place to another with the same silly smile as before.
"Hello, Sam," Freddie greeted, thinking about what things he could say or ask in her current state. He placed both hands on his knees, starting with something simple. "And tell me, how do you feel?"
"Okay," Sam said in a high-pitched voice. "But we need to get out of here. I gotta go to the dentist."
"And how will you do that if you're already at the dentist?"
"Whoa. That was fast" Sam laughed, trying to reach Freddie's hair. When he moved away, she looked at her own hand more seriously. "Oh, man, it's gone."
"What's gone, Sam?"
"My thumb," she answered, rubbing her fist with a pout. "It was there a second ago."
"Really? Let me see your hand," Freddie kindly requested, reaching his hand towards her.
Sam nodded, letting him take her hand. Freddie took a moment to appreciate how warm and soft Sam's hand felt on his, and a sudden desire to hold it like this more often sprang within him.
"Did you see my thumb?"
Freddie blinked and nervously swallowed, remembering that he was with Sam now, not Carly. So, it made no sense for him to be thinking about holding Sam's hand more often instead of Carly's because he didn't see Sam that way.
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.
Or, did he?
"Fredward, did you see it?" Sam hummed, elongating the 'e' at the end.
It's not the time to think about those things; you're here to take care of her, Freddie scolded himself before giving Sam an apologetic smile.
"No, but maybe I'll see it if I count them. I'll start from the pinky," he joked, raising the girl's pinky to begin counting. "Lemme see: one, two, three, four, and five!" he exclaimed, taking the girl's thumb last. "Your thumb is there; can you see it now?"
"Oh, yes," marveled Sam, starting to laugh again. Seeing her laugh, Freddie couldn't help but laugh along with her until she suddenly became serious. "Hey, Fredson, what's so funny?"
Freddie shrugged, still smiling. "Uh, I don't know. I laughed because you're laughing and it's pronounced, Freddie," he explained, making his voice deep when pronouncing the "eddie."
"Fredsonnnnn," Sam imitated.
"No, Freddieee," he corrected. "Again, repeat after me: Fred."
"Fred."
"Freddie. Fred-die," he repeated. "Got it?"
"Yep, Professor Fredward," Sam assured, laughing and squirming in her seat again. When she looked at him again, she gave him an even brighter smile than before, and Freddie found himself wishing to see her smile like that with him more often instead of being so grumpy. But how could he achieve that? He had less humor than a stone and couldn't even make a baby laugh without smearing a cake on his own face. Perhaps if he bought her food occasionally...
"Hey, Fredward," Sam called, distracting him from his thoughts once again.
"Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts. Is something wrong? Are you hungry?" he asked, thinking that maybe she wanted him to get her something to eat.
"Nah, I just want you to come a little closer," she said, making a gesture of smallness with her thumb and index finger. "I wanna tell you a secret."
Freddie raised his eyebrows in surprise. Should he approach her and listen, or should he refuse? On one hand, maybe Sam would tell him something very personal (for which she would later hit him for hearing it), and on the other hand, maybe she would just tell him nonsense. He couldn't think much about what to do since she grabbed him by the hair and brought him close enough to whisper in his ear, although with much less force than she would usually use.
"Come here, come here, cute dummy," Sam insisted.
Freddie blushed at the nickname. It was strange to hear Sam saying something nice or positive about him.
"I'm already close to you," he pointed out. She laughed at this and then placed a hand on his cheek and the other on his chin, making Freddie start to feel tickles in his stomach and his cheeks hotter than usual.
"Fredward Fredson," she spoke with a soft voice, looking directly into Freddie's eyes with a bright smile and an expression she had never dedicated to him before, or had she? He was still confused with the whole Melanie situation. "I..." she began again, bringing her face closer to his, making the boy's heart beat faster.
Was Sam going to confess? Was she going to say that she hated him less? Was she going to come up with something silly? Many questions crossed Freddie's mind until she squeezed his cheek again and laughed, or rather screamed again.
"I like fried chicken," Sam confessed, pushing his cheek gently as if giving him a mild, non-forceful slap. That's when Freddie could finally breathe again, although he hadn't noticed that he had been holding his breath all that time.
"Oh, but that, that's not a secret," he said, nervously laughing. "Everybody knows you love fried chicken."
"I know, but I don't wanna tell you my real secret," Sam complained, leaning back on the exam table again while closing her eyes.
"Then don't," Freddie suggested, a bit anxious about what she might say.
At first, it had been fun laughing with her, but listening to her secrets while she was out of her senses felt wrong, as much as he could later take advantage of that for some 'revenge' or something. He just didn't want to take advantage of her, not like that.
"Oh, but I do wanna tell you," Sam replied, oblivious to the way Freddie started to tap his foot nervously. "Come on, come here, Freduchini. I wanna tell you."
Freddie shook his head, but then she brought him close again, this time taking him by the shoulder with a bit more force, but not enough to hurt him. Just enough to keep him close.
"It's not some crime you committed, right?" he asked, half-jokingly, half-seriously, not knowing what to expect from her.
"Nah. It was completely consensual," Sam explained, playing with his hair while keeping him close.
"What do you mean by that?" Freddie asked, now genuinely scared.
"Well... do you remember iCarly?"
"Uh, yes. I participate in the show," he replied, not understanding what that had to do with her previous sentence.
"And do you remember Fredward? The dumb nerd who runs the camera," she whispered, now playing with the boy's shirt.
Freddie rolled his eyes, a bit frustrated, not knowing where the conversation was going.
"Yes, I remember. That's my name," he reminded her, but she silenced him with a finger and leaned closer to him with a smile.
"We kissed," Sam confessed in a whisper, making Freddie look at her in surprise. Both had promised never to talk about that topic, and he didn't know what to say about her 'confession'.
Oh no, he thought, realizing something. If Spencer hadn't been hurt, Carly hadn't left and Sam might have confessed their secret to her and...gosh, that would've been a disaster.
Sam, seeing him silent, smiled again and stretched on the exam table, letting him go.
"Yep. We Kissed," Sam said again with a happy smile. "It was just once, but we did it."
"I, um, know. I'm Freddie, and I thought we weren't going to talk about that anymore," he responded with a nervous chuckle.
The more Freddie thought about it, the more sure he was that he made the right decision to come and take care of Sam because if Sam had confessed that to Carly and Sam didn't know what nonsense she said, he would be so, so dead. Well, not in the literal sense, but it would be very uncomfortable that their friend found out this way. Although, maybe she would've thought it was a gas effect, but if Carly had asked him about the kiss, would he have been able to lie to his friend?
Before he could answer himself, Sam brought him close again with a smile very different from the others. A smile... flirtatious? Oh, dear. Was she going to kiss him? And if so, why on earth did he feel butterflies in his stomach at the thought of that possibility?
"I know we promised, but sometimes I can't help but think about our kiss," she babbled, stroking his cheek. With her face so close to his, it was impossible not to see the affection reflected in her eyes, even if it was because of the gas effect.
"Do you... think about the kiss sometimes?" he asked, feeling his heart beat fast again.
"Yep. And here goes my other little secret, Freddie," she murmured, and he couldn't help but blush when he noticed that this time she pronounced his name correctly.
Before he could even refuse, Sam delicately held his cheek with one hand, kissed her own index finger before gently touching his nose, making Freddie feel a tickle at her touch.
"My other secret is this, Freddie: I. Enjoyed. The. Kiss," she hummed, touching Freddie's nose with each word she said until on the last one her finger ended up on his lips, silencing the boy and his thoughts with that indirect kiss.
Once again, Sam had left Freddie completely speechless.
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