*AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so for the sake of the story, it's a weekend. Hope you enjoy this little Seddie drabble, obviously it's a little "could have happened" scene from iReunite with Missy, and as always readers... READ AND REVIEW!

Sam Puckett had never felt so sick in her life. Like she just told Freddie, she hadn't even felt this bad when she licked the swingset even though Freddie told her not to. She hated that stupid Missy Robinson. That skunkbag was obviously trying to replace her. Why couldn't anyone else see that.

Sam went into another rough coughing fit and sank to the ground, on the verge of tears. She hated being sick. Carly was by her side in a heartbeat, kneeling next to her, a hand on her shoulder. Freddie was there right after, taking her arm gently. They helped her to her feet and Missy said way too cheerfully,

"Want me to help you do the show?"

Carly looked surprised, "Would you?"

"Sure!" Missy said instantly with a broad smile. Yeah, smile all you want bitch but soon you won't have any teeth to smile with!

"I can do it!" Sam insisted, though she knew she couldn't.

"No, you're too sick, go downstairs and lie down on the couch!" Carly interrupted firmly.

Sam sniffed and walked slowly down the stairs.

"Alright, Freddie do your thing." Carly said with a sigh.

"Five, four, three... Wait. I'm gonna set up the tri-pod cam."

Both Carly and Missy watched curiously as he set up his camera on the tri-pod, syncing it with his laptop.

"Why?" Carly asked finally.

"I'm-I'm gonna go stay with Sam. You guys go on and do the show, hit the red button on the side of the camera when you're done."

Freddie hurried down the stairs to hear Sam vomiting in the bathroom, with a shiver of disgust he took a deep breath and entered. He immediately realized it must suck to have long hair when you're puking, it gets all in the way.

He knelt down and pulled back her curly, blonde hair and held it in his hand. He tried to remember what his mom did when he was sick. Sang, well Freddie would not do that in front of Sam. What else, well when he was little she always rubbed his back, alittle wierd but Freddie figured why not, it was soothing.

He placed a nervous hand on her back and rubbed it gently. After what felt like forever Sam was done and pulled a wad of toilet paper off the roll, wiping her mouth and flushing it. She stood up shakily and looked at Freddie. She turned towards the sink, opening the medicine cabinet she took out some mouthwash, taking a swig she swished it around and spit it down the drain.

"Why aren't you doing the show?" She asked him weakly.

Freddie shrugged and Sam gave him a 'you're-lying-to-me-Benson' kind of look.

"Okay fine... I didn't wanna leave you alone so I set up the tri-pod cam and came down here..." He avoided eye contact with her, not wanting to see the mocking expression that was surely on her face.

To his surprise she had a gentle smile on her face.

"Thanks, Benson."

Freddie returned the smile, and taking her arm he led her to the couch. She curled up in a ball there, and went into another coughing fit. He watched her grimace of pain with each cough and noticed- tears. Leak from her eyes. He sat down beside her and put his arm around her.

"Sam?" Freddie asked, slightly alarmed by the crying.

"I h-h-hate, M-Missy...!" Sam sobbed, leaning into his chest.

Freddie awkwardly petted her hair and said softly, "I know."

There was silence but for Sam's sobs, accompanied by a sniff or a cough.

She wiped her eyes and looked at Freddie who said quietly, "Go to sleep, Sam."

She obliged, stretching out on the couch, her head resting in his lap. She drifted off to sleep while he rubbed her back as he did before, and wondered if he'd ever seen Sam so vulnerable.

And then a second thought came to him. He was sure she had to be more vulnerable than this at some point in her life, but this time she was letting him see it. That never happened!

It was about an hour later that Freddie realized iCarly would be ending. He leaned back into the sofa cushions, flicking on the tv absently, stroking Sam's hair as she slept.

Carly and Missy came down the stairs, and Carly asked apologetically to Freddie,

"Er- Freddie? Do you mind if I go with Missy? Her dad just called and her dog is dying."

Dying dog. Yeah right.

"Uh- Sure. Yeah, it's fine."

"Your mom can take care of Sam, right? I don't wanna send her home like this but... Missy's dog-"

"Yeah, sure sure, go ahead." Freddie sighed.

Carly smiled at him and she and Missy left.

Freddie stayed in the Shay's apartment with Sam all night, not sleeping in fear she'd wake up and need something. He knew it was stupid but he didn't want to leave her. And it had been a lie, Mrs. Benson was at a 'Germ-Free" Seminar in Newcastle.

At midnight Freddie recieved a text that Carly was sleeping over Missy's house.

And then, finally, at four 'o clock in the morning, Sam stirred, yawning and sitting up slowly. Freddie hadn't noticed, he'd been deep in thought, until Sam snapped her fingers in front of his eyes and said,

"Hey, Fredwad!"

He blinked and looked at her, relieved to see that she did not look like she was going to puke on him.

"Oh, hey Sam. You er- okay now?"

"Yeah. What about you?"

Freddie cocked an eyebrow, "What'd you mean?"

Sam pulled her phone out of her pocket checking the time and said alarmed, "Did you stay up all night?"

Freddie nodded drowsily and Sam said fondly,

"Wow. Thanks Fredward. Where's Carls?"

"Sleeping over Missy's." He said, a hint of distaste on the word 'Missy'.

Sam smiled and laid against Freddie's chest. Had she not just recovered from food poisoning, and had it not been 4 AM, maybe she wouldn't have been so affectionate.

"Go to sleep, Freddie."

"Fine, Puckett."

He leaned his head back, and Sam laid her's against his chest, and they both drifted off into the world of sleep, wondering if perhaps this moment was meant to be.