Wow. It's been a while, hasn't it? Well. I won't bore you all with the details of why it's been forever, all that matters is that I missed writing. Inspiration struck. And here this is. To whoever reads and reviews this, enjoy. Chapter two will be up shortly.

Don't sue me cuz I don't own anything.

"Do you, Spencer, take Veronica to be your wife, to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and health, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?"

You look across at Freddie, your eyes locking onto his as Spencer uttered 'I do' to a seriously slimmed down Father McGurthey. He then turns to look at Alyssa, who was currently giving you the look of death. Or what passes for a look of death with her, considering she's as frightening as the corsage on your wrist. He shook his head, eyes back on you before looking down at his shoes.

"Do you, Veronica, take Spencer to be your husband, to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and health, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?"

He looks back up at you as the words 'I do' leave Veronica's lips. He looks like he's about to vomit, or pass out, or both, but what he actually ends up doing and saying makes everything all topsy turvy.

"Sam…I love you."

Now you're the one who wants to vomit.

"Carlyyyyyyyyyyyyy! CARRRRRRRRLYYYYYYYYYYY! CARRLAAAAYYYY!"

The brunette slowly made her way down the steps to the first floor in a haze, still half asleep as she reached the first step and looked out into the kitchen, a highly irritated look painted across her disheveled features.

"It's four in the morning Sam! What do you want!?"

The blonde in question had a look of distress on her face as she peered over her shoulder, having rummaged thru the refrigerator for the better part of the last five minutes, looking for a late night snack in vain.

"What happened to the ham I had stored in here?", she asked worriedly, shaking her head and muttering to herself that it had to be here somewhere. "I was saving that bad boy for a special occasion!"

Rubbing as much of the sleep out of her eyes as she possibly could given what time it was, Carly groaned and lowered her head, strands of her hair acting as a veil as it covered her naked face. The majority of her evenings now consisted of little moments like these ever since she and Spencer had taken Sam in when she moved back to Seattle from California. At first, the two of them thought it would only be for a month or two, maybe three tops. Maayyyybeeeee four or five if Sam had a harder time than usual getting back on her feet.

Two years, seven months and nineteen days later, however…

"You ate that ham for dinner!", she whined as she found herself being dragged by her feet into the kitchen, reaching around Sam into the fridge and grabbing herself a bottled water before plopping herself down onto one of the seats at the table. "You ate the entire thing in like, five minutes too!"

Sam whirled around to face her best friend so quickly it made Carly dizzy from merely watching it, giving her a confused look before shaking her head and sticking it back inside the fridge, as if this ham she spoke of was going to appear out of thin air. Spoiler alert; it wasn't.

"No I didn't!", she replied indignantly, scoffing almost at the notion that she would eat something she would be saving for just an occasion like this. After a couple more minutes of nearly tearing the fridge apart, she let a frustrated sigh escape her lips as she slammed the door shut and joined Carly at the table, staring out into the abyss that was the empty living room. Her eyes then darted over to her best friend, who was groggily sipping on her water, looking back at her thru heavily lidded eyes. "Spencer didn't eat it, did he? Because he owes me a—"

"He didn't eat it!", the brunette shrieked back, the sleep deprivation clearly coming through in her tone of voice, causing Sam to wince. "You came home telling us how badly you needed ham so you bought yourself the biggest one they had at the supermarket and then dared us that you could eat the whole thing in less than ten minutes, and we told you don't do that, you'll get sick, and then you ate it in less than five minutes."

Sam furrowed her brows at Carly's recollection of events earlier in the evening, her mind working overtime to remember if this indeed happened, and then it dawned on her, a sheepish grin spreading out across her lips as she nodded her head, blonde curls bouncing to and fro as she did. "Oh. Yeah. Well—"

"And then you ate my last red velvet cupcake with chocolate mousse filling", Carly then added as she cut off Sam, her left eye twitching ever so slightly at the loss of her would-be dessert. "But it's fiiiiiine", she dragged the word out, indicating that it was anything but. "I wasn't actually saving that for a special occasion"

The blonde hung her head and mumbled an apology under her breath before it suddenly shot up, a devious look on her face as her eyes drifted to the hallway that led to Spencer's room. "You know what we should do now that we're both awake?"

Carly shook her head, one eye drooping shut before snapping back open. "Bold of you to assume I'm awake right now", she replied as she slumped in her seat, wanting nothing more than for this conversation to have a quick end so she could go back to sleep.

"We should do a 'Wake up Spencer'. For old times' sake", she says deviously, rubbing her hands together as if she were some old timey villain in a black and white western. Many ideas began to run thru her head, all of which made her oblivious to the hand waving in front of her face trying to snap her out of her trance.

"We are not doing a 'Wake Up Spencer' right now, nor are we probably ever doing one again", Carly said as she stood herself up and began to slowly make her way back to the steps leading upstairs, briefly stopping to look back at her best friend, who still wasn't paying any attention to the words she was speaking. "And besides, we need a technical producer to do all of that stuff, and we don't have one anymore", she added with a yawn. "Goodnight, Sam."

That finally caused Sam to snap back to reality, looking over to the spot occupied by Carly mere seconds ago. She went to say something but thought better of it, merely sliding down in her chair as her mind played around with those words as if they were little gobs of pizza dough. She was right; they couldn't really do anything without…him, around. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't even remember the last time they had spoken. About anything.

"Oh, right", she said to herself softly, the memory of the last conversation they had coming quickly back to her. Five years ago, almost to the day. She was still living in LA with Cat, and she remembered tuna, saving him from being eaten alive, and having dinner after he was released from the hospital. They didn't even really eat; they just talked, and talked, and talked some more. About her life in Los Angeles. His back in Seattle. Their crazy mothers. iCarly. Her babysitting job. His impending graduation from college. And finally, their past relationship. They spoke about that the most, so much so to the point where they were the last two people in the restaurant when it closed down. And then they kept talking about it back at her apartment. She remembered how the conversation ended, most of all, with him telling her that he'd send her an invitation to his graduation party, where they could talk and catch up some more. She remembered watching him leave and being hopeful about possibly rekindling their old flame. She just remembered being so ready to see him again, and so ready to try again. So she waited for her invite to come. And waited. And waited.

It never did.

She'd be lying to herself if it still didn't gnaw away at her every so often.

After that, she didn't much feel like staying in LA anymore, but didn't really have a reason to go home to Seattle either. So she stayed with Cat for a little while longer, until one day she received a phone call from Spencer telling her that Carly was home from Italy. That was all she needed to hear, and so she was off, and now here she was, living with them. What was supposed to be a three, four month thing turned into almost three years in the blink of an eye. That Carly hadn't kicked her out after the first month was a testament to her unending patience, and for that she was incredibly grateful for the fact that she was still letting her live under her roof. But that was all going to change soon. It had to. It needed to.

Her hand digs deep into her pajama pants, fishing out her Pear Phone as the screen illuminates the area where she's sitting. Her eyes are met with a bright red and white reminder of the events happening this weekend, and she groans. She doesn't particularly want to be doing any of these things, but she knew she had to. It was Spencer's wedding, after all. Spencer. Was getting married. To Veronica. No matter how many times she repeated those words to herself, it was still surreal, knowing that in a few short days, that lovable goofball was going to be walking down the aisle with a woman who only loved him for his tuxedo once upon a time.

The fact that they were even on speaking terms, let alone an actual, functioning couple after the tuxedo debacle and the whole 'pretending I'm dead even though I'm really not' thing is what truly amazed her. But who was she to say anything? The last time she was even remotely interested in someone was seven months ago, and that ended horribly; she was drunk off of wine coolers, the dude had tried making a move on Carly and she ended up having to be carried out of the bar by Gibby before she threw up on his shirt. So she was clearly winning at everything.

Sighing, she forced herself out of her seat and back up the steps to the third floor, nudging the glass door open that was still adorned with the old iCarly logo, flopping onto her bed. Ever since she had moved in with the Shay's, she had turned the old studio where they created so much magic every week into a makeshift bedroom. Sure, there were still things from their web show days that remained; the hammer that almost killed Carly, their iWeb award, the old car, her remote…and in the corner of the studio, the cart that was still filled to the brim with techno geek stuff still remained. Shaking her head, eyes finally fluttering shut, she let out an exhausted half sigh, half yawn as she drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow was the beginning of the long weekend full of wedding festivities. She didn't know what to expect, but she had a feeling that it would be wild and crazy and definitely loud and spontaneous.

She just wasn't expecting her entire world to get turned on its ear.

Hearing a loud yell which could only belong to Spencer followed by what sounded like Veronica admonishing him, Sam got out of bed and took the elevator down to the first floor, only to be greeted by the eldest Shay trying to get his ostrich (Marvin? She couldn't remember it's name) under control, all while Veronica stood in the kitchen, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Good morning, Sam", she said as cheerily as she could muster, eyes darting back and forth between her fiancé and the ostrich he was still having a hard time calming down.

"Mornin' V", Sam replied simply as she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a watermelon slice from the fruit platter on the counter, sitting down in the same seat she had occupied mere hours ago. Today was Thursday, which in Spencer and Veronica terms meant day one of their obscenely long weekend of wedding stuff. The soon-to-be-newlyweds were putting the finishing touches on the decorations and their cake, whereas she and Carly had to go pick up their bridesmaid dresses and Veronica's grandparents from the airport, after which they would all convene for dinner at Tetrazzini's. She groaned inwardly; there was a lot of work involved with all of this and she felt like doing none of it.

"At least you get to eat for free tonight", Carly's voice rang out as the brunette in question sat down next to her smiling, munching on cantaloupe as she too watched Spencer try to wrestle Marvin's collar around his obscenely long neck. "I know how much you enjoy food that you don't have to pay for."

"Get out of my head Shay", she grumbled, the tone of her voice quickly belied by the grin that had spread across her lips as she picked a piece of Carly's cantaloupe from her hands and popped it into her mouth. "Remember what happened the last time someone tried probing around this?", she asked with a full mouth, her finger shooting up to her forehead.

"You broke Gibby's thumbs. Again", Carly sighed, recalling the six hours she had to spend in the hospital with him while the doctors tried to figure out how one's thumbs could bend in such a disturbing manner. "What is it with you and breaking his thumbs?"

The blonde shrugged her shoulders, leaning back in her seat. "I dunno, what is it with him trying to act like he's my therapist?", she shot back. When Carly didn't immediately respond, Sam decided it was time to change subjects. "Speaking of your boyfriend, where is The Gibbinator? I feel like I haven't seen him in forever."

"That's because the veterinary's office has him working all sorts of crazy hours lately", Carly murmured pensively. She was happy that he was advancing in his field of expertise and doing something he loved but also selfishly found herself wishing he was around more often than he was. At least she was guaranteed to see him tonight and the rest of the weekend, so there was that.

"I still can't believe they let him around animals", Sam retorted before another scream caused them both to whip their heads toward the living room, finding Spencer on the floor trying to shield himself from getting trampled to death by Marvin. Almost on cue, Veronica walked into the living room to witness this, and all she could do was sigh, as if to say 'This is who I'm choosing to marry.'

Snapping her fingers twice surprisingly managed to get Marvin to stop acting rambunctious, as he ceased his squawking and attempted stomping of her fiancé. Looking down at Spencer bemusedly before helping him to his feet, she gave Marvin a quick pat on his head while simultaneously admonishing her soon to be husband. "You realize what this means, right?"

"I don't wanna take Marvin back to Yakima to be with my grandad!", Spencer wailed, stomping his foot as if he were a child being deprived of his favorite toy. "I know I can make him a perfectly good ring bearer for the wedding! I just need a little more time!"

"I've given you almost three months, Spencer! And every time you try you end up on the floor screaming for help! He's going back to Yakima and that's final!"

"Why am I finding this amusing?", Sam asked no one in particular as she propped her elbows up on the table, resting her chin in her palms as she watched the four thousandth argument erupt between the couple in front of her. "This is more entertaining than any Shelby Marx fight."

Carly gave her best friend an admonishing look, but nonetheless quickly turned her attention to her brother throwing a temper tantrum on the couch while Veronica pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to keep the headache that was surely coming at bay. "Those two should have their own sitcom, I swear", she mused, her and Sam's eyes landing on one another as they shared a laugh.

"It'd be better than anything on NBC", Sam added as she stretched her limbs out and reached out for an orange slice off the counter. "And CBS for that matter, too."

The brunette went to agree with her but caught a glimpse of the time from the clock above the fridge and realized that they had to get their show on the road, pronto. They had a busy day ahead of them and the quicker they got all of it done, the sooner she could see Gibby and be knee deep in chicken pomodoro because oh gosh those were the only two things she wanted in her life right now. "C'mon Sam, we gotta get moving."

Sam slumped in her chair to the point that she nearly slid out of it, pouting like Spencer was a few moments ago. "I don't wannaaaaaaa", she complained loudly as she felt her arm being tugged on by the brunette. "Can't we just pick the dresses up tomorrow and skip right to Tetrazzini's? I need garlic bread like you wouldn't even believe."

"And what about Veronica's grandparents? Who's gonna pick them up from the airport?", Carly asked incredulously as she tapped her foot on the ground impatiently.

"We can call them a Ryde! Done and done!"

"Sam!"

She stood up and glanced over at the couch, where Spencer was still throwing a hissy fit and without missing a beat, raced over to the coffee table and splayed out on it, mimicking him in her actions. All Carly could do in that situation was stand beside her future sister-in-law and sigh alongside her. She wished she could say that these types of things ended when they were still in high school, but these outbursts happened at least once a month now. Heck, this was the third one this week and it was only Thursday. So she did what she normally did to get Sam to stop acting like this.

"I'll buy you a smoothie and some beef jerky if—"

Carly barely had a chance to finish her sentence before a blonde headed blur pushed past her up the stairs, and within three minutes Sam was back downstairs, dressed in clean clothes and grinning from ear to ear. "Well come on Carls, those dresses aren't gonna pick themselves up! Let's get going!"

And going the duo did, hustling out of the building and hopping onto Sam's bike, riding into downtown Seattle. After a few hours of trying the dresses on (and Sam nearly ruining hers by almost spilling her smoothie on the skirt) and just having a good time hanging out, they returned to the apartment to drop off the dresses and switch vehicle before picking Veronica's grandparents up from the airport.

"Can you believe that one chick with the unibrow we saw?", Sam asked as they turned the corner and lingered outside for a moment while Carly tried finding her keys.

"I swear I thought I saw it move", Carly giggled as she finally dug said keys out of her purse and unlocked the door, turning the handle to enter. "Spencer! Veronica! We're—"

She stopped dead in her tracks upon entering her home, rooted to her position and jaw hanging slightly open. Wondering what the chiz was up, Sam pushed her way past the door into the living room, snapping her fingers in her best friend's face to try and wake her up. "Um, earth to Carlotta, what's the malfunction in your junction?"

"Hey, girls."

Sam ceased what she was doing immediately; she knew that voice. Furrowing her eyebrows, she slowly turned around and felt her jaw drop through the floor. It was as if she had seen a ghost, because for all she knew, she was seeing was one.

"Hi, Freddie", Carly managed to finally breathe out as they watched him stand up from the couch, smiling at them.

For the first time in a long time, Sam was speechless. Any words that would've come out of her mouth would've been stuttered and she would've sounded like Gibby did that one time she locked him in the school cafeteria freezer. So she just stood there, opening and closing her mouth like one of Spencer's goldfishes, unable to form a coherent thought.

"Hey, are these two the infamous Carly and Sam you've told me about?"

Her eyes darted to the other blonde in the room, the one standing beside him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and waist, and suddenly Sam felt her fists balling up and she was breathing heavy and she felt like she was going to become real fighty real quick and now she wanted to be anywhere else but the apartment right now as Freddie introduced her.

"Oh, yeah. Carly, Sam, this is Alyssa. My fiancée."