*I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM ICARLY. ONLY JAMIE AND LANCE.

So back to the present…again.

Chapter Four: Son?

"So, Carly, what's new?" Freddie sat nervously on the couch. Carly was sitting next to him with Sam on her other side. Lance sat across from them.

Carly shrugged and looked at the floor. Everyone was being so quiet, it just made things worse. They sat there for a couple of minutes before the silence was interrupted by tiny feet. "Aunty Sammy, can I get up now?"

Freddie's eyebrows shot up, "Aunty Sammy?" He almost laughed. He would've if he wasn't so nervous already.

Sam glared at him, "Only Jamie gets to call me that. Come here, Jamie-bug."

Jamie walked up to the couch, stopping when he noticed the strangers sitting with his mommy and his "Aunty Sammy." Jamie ducked his head, and climbed into Carly's lap. Carly tickled Jamie, "Say hello, Jamie." Jamie shook his head.

Sam laughed, "There's no need to be scared, Jamie. Geeks can't hurt you."

Jamie peered over at Freddie, "Really?"

Carly laughed, "Your Aunty Sam is crazy."

Jamie scrunched up his nose, "Mommy called you crazy, Aunty Sammy."

Sam stuck out her tongue at Carly, "I know, Jamie. What should we do to get Mommy back?"

Jamie thought about it for a second, "Tickle Mommy!"

Carly shook her head, "Oh no you don't, Jamie. Mommy doesn't want to be tickled."

During this little exchange, nobody noticed Freddie's expression. His jaw dropped the moment the word "Mommy" slipped from Jamie's lips. Suddenly, Freddie felt like he couldn't breathe, "Carly, how old is he?"

Sam glared at him, "Oh like you don't know!"

Lance shot Freddie a confused look, "What are you guys talking about?"

Freddie gulped, "Carly, how old is he?"

Carly sighed, "Three."

Carly looked into his eyes and for the first time, he saw the pain that one night had caused her. Her eyes showed every ounce of it, "Carly, I'm…I…"

Carly shook her head, clutching Jamie closer to her. "No. Where were you? Why'd you let her send you away in the first place? Why didn't you at least write or call or something? Why didn't you seem to care at all about your son?"

Tears were streaming down her face. Jamie peeked up at her, "Mommy, don't cry. I love you."

Freddie watched Jamie try to calm Carly down in his own little three year old way. His son? Why hadn't anybody told him? Freddie sighed, "Sam, could you and Lance take Jamie upstairs for a second?"

Sam raised her eyebrows at him, "Excuse me?" Carly gave Sam a quick look, and Sam nodded and grabbed Jamie from Carly's arms. "Come on, Lance. I'll show you the old iCarly studio."

Lance smirked, "iCarly?"

Sam spun around, "You're kidding me, right?" Lance laughed.

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Freddie moved across from Carly and crossed his arms, "So when were you going to tell me that I have a son."

Carly stared at him. She couldn't believe how jerk-ish he was being, "Sam left you a note, after you so rudely refused to let her tell you."

Freddie opened his mouth to speak but Carly shook her head; her way of telling him she wasn't finished yet.

"You missed everything. All the fond memories, the sickness, the learning how to walk and now you plan on waltzing back in here and pretending you didn't even know!" Carly's voice was gradually getting louder, till it finally reached yell potential, "Why can't you just man up to what you did, Freddie? Why can't you just stop being "Mommy's little boy" for one second, okay?"

Freddie glared at her, "I didn't get the note, Carly. I didn't know."

Carly's face softened up a little, "You didn't know?" She slowly said each word, as she realized that not only had her son been cheated of a dad, but Freddie had been cheated of Jamie. Tears suddenly spilled from her eyes. Four years since that awful day, and she had always just pretended that it didn't matter. She had Jamie and Sam and Spencer, who else could she possibly need? She had refused to let herself think of Freddie. And now here he was, and he didn't know?

Freddie didn't know what to do. How could he not have known all of this? If Sam actually left him a note, why didn't he ever see it? Suddenly his phone started ringing, startling both him and Carly. "Hello?"

"Hey, Freddie."

Freddie rolled his eyes, "What do you want, Mom?" Carly's jaw dropped.

"I was just checking up on you. What are you doing?"

Freddie grinned, "I'm talking to Carly. She introduced me to Jamie. You know, my son."

Mrs. Benson didn't know what to say. How was she supposed to explain the way she had lived right across from Carly and didn't even notice Jamie. "Freddie, I did it for your own good."

Freddie gasped, "You knew? Why didn't you tell me?"

Mrs. Benson sighed, "I was protecting you. When Sam left you that note…"

Freddie hung up his phone and threw it across the room, "That explains why I never saw the note. My mom saw it and shipped me off to boarding school. That's just so like her. Trying to protect me and hurting other innocent lives in the process. I'm sorry, Carly."