A/N: New chapter! I really enjoyed writing this one, so I hope you guys enjoying reading it too! Leave your comments please! Oh, and happy Thanksgiving for those who celebrate it!

The House

There were only two times that Sam went into shock because of some kind of news. The first time was when she found out Shane left them to go back to Ireland, and the second time was when she found out that Pam was dating Steven. Finding out her mom was in a car accident was now officially the third time she was really shocked.

The ride to the hospital was filled with tense silence. Spencer drove with Carly up front. He kept on glancing in his rear view mirror, making sure Sam was okay. She was quiet and wouldn't look at anyone. She just stared out the window as the scenery of Seattle flew by. Nobody noticed that she had grabbed Freddie's hand though and was holding it tightly.

Freddie was the one that got the call. They had first called Steven, then tried Melanie and Sam. None of them picked up until they tried calling Freddie. They didn't give him much explanation other than she had been in an accident and was in the ER.

They arrived at the hospital and Sam was the first one out. She practically ran inside up to the front desk. "Hey, lady, I'm looking for a Pamela Puckett. Where is she?" Sam said, not caring that she wasn't being polite.

The lady behind the desk cast one look at Sam and rolled her eyes, but started working at the computer. "She's on the second floor. Stay in the waiting area and I'll let the doctor know you're here."

"How is she doing though?"

"I have no idea. That's why you're going to wait for Dr. Garret."

Sam was about to reach over the desk and shake the lady until she gave her answers, but Freddie grabbed her shoulder and held her back. "Sam, let's go upstairs and wait."

Sam glared at the lady, but shook off Freddie's hand and started walking towards the stairs.

Carly, Spencer, and Freddie followed her up the stairs and watched as she plopped down in the nearest seat. Freddie slowly moved towards her and sat next to her. He had no idea how to comfort her. Should he rub her back? Pull her into a hug? Or just sit there?

"You! What are you doing here again!"

Freddie looked up to see a large woman standing directly in front of him. He swallowed hard, not knowing what to do. "Uh…"

The woman walked around him and pointed a sausage of a finger at Spencer. "I thought I told you we weren't going to help you anymore!"

If the woman didn't look so intimidating, Freddie would've laughed at her thick accent.

"I didn't do anything this time, I swear!" Spencer exclaimed from his seat.

"So why are you here?"

"I just really wanted to…have some of the coffee! Oh, they have the best coffee in the cafeteria, don't they Carly?"

Carly looked just as confused as Sam and Freddie.

"We're going to go get some! See you later!" Spencer jumped up from his chair and dragged Carly with him to the cafeteria.

The woman just shook her head and mumbled something in Russian. Freddie figured it was probably some kind of insult towards Spencer.

"Samantha Puckett?"

Sam stood up as a doctor came into the waiting area. "Yeah, where's my mom?" she questioned.

It was Dr. Garret. He frowned as he looked through some papers on his clipboard. "Pamela Pucket…" he started to shake his head.

Freddie reacted before his mind could fully comprehend what he was doing. He had wrapped his arms around Sam to hold her up before she collapsed to the ground. She clutched his shirt tightly, trying to forget what was happening.

"Oh, no. No, I'm sorry. I am so sorry, I didn't meant it like that…it's just we've never had a patient like her before." Dr. Garret quickly began to clarify.

Sam lifted her head and stared at him. "What?"

"She is doing perfectly fine. She just has a couple of bruises and scratches. We're making sure she doesn't have a concussion, but she's making it pretty hard for anyone to examine her. Constantly throwing stuff around, yelling at the nurses." Dr. Garret shook his head again, this time with a fond smile. "This story is definitely going to make my wife laugh."

"So can I see her?" Sam asked, taking a step forward.

"Yes, come with me. She's supposed to be resting, but I'm sure she's probably yelling instead."

Sam and Freddie followed him down the hallway and into a room. Pam was on a bed, trying to reach the remote that was on the nightstand.

"I'll leave you alone." The doctor said, leaving the room.

Pam, hearing the doctor, turned and saw Sam and Freddie. "Sam, thank goodness you're here. Now listen to me. I need you to get me a double meat hamburger with extra bacon and gaucamole. None of the stupid nurses want to do that for me. Oh and turn on the TV for me! They expect me to calmly stay in the room and not do anything? Yeah right."

"Shouldn't you take it easy, Ms. Puckett?" Freddie said carefully.

Pam glared at him. "You don't start with me. You look exactly like your father right now, so I'm pissed off at you."

Freddie tried to figure out the logic in her statement. Sam however, ignored what she said. "Mom, you were in an accident. Are you okay?"

"Of course, I'm fine. I swear, I'm the only person that should be allowed to drive. Everybody else are stupid and learn from their old granny's. Now get me that burger!"

"No, I'm not getting you a burger. I don't think anyone here would want you to eat that." Sam said with a frown.

Pam stared her down, then squinted her eyes as she continued looking at Sam. "You were worried."

"No, I-"

"Sam, just admit it. You were worried about me."

Freddie felt the tension level increase. He looked at the door and wondered if he should sneak out somehow.

"Fine, I was worried. But you know why? Because you're my mom and for some reason, I still think of you as my mom and I still love you, despite all the stupid things you do!"

Freddie started wondering if he should be that comforting presence for Sam, seeing as a huge argument was about to explode.

But there were no explosions and there wasn't an argument, much to Freddie's surprise.

"Sam, I am sorry. I know I've always done a crappy job at raising you and Melanie, but…I love you too. I really do."

Sam clenched her jaw as she tried her best not to smile. She didn't have to try that hard though because the door opened and Steven came in.

If Freddie had felt tension when Sam and Pam were about to argue, then this new atmosphere should have been given a completely new name that meant the same thing as tension, only ten times worse.

"Pam, I came as soon I heard! You're okay, right?" Steven asked as he stood right beside her and grabbed her hand.

Pam pulled her hand away though and pointed an accusatory finger at him. "This is your fault!"

"What? You're going to blame idiot drivers on me? I didn't teach them how to drive!"

"If you hadn't been such a jerk, I wouldn't have even gone out!"

"Pam, I was not being a jerk. We were just discussing-"

"Open your mouth again and I promise you, I'll drown you myself!"

"We're no where near water right now!"

"I think we should leave…" Freddie whispered to Sam.

"I didn't think you could ever have a good idea." She whispered back.

Freddie grabbed Sam's hand and lead her out of the room. They headed back to the waiting area and saw Spencer and Carly there, both with coffee in their hands.

When they saw them coming, they both stood up. "Sam, how's your mom?" Spencer asked as he took a sip of his coffee. He grimaced at the taste and spit it back in his cup.

"She's fine. Steven showed up and they're…talking." She said.

Carly was going to say something, but noticed their intertwined hands. She smirked and raised an eyebrow at them.

Sam rolled her eyes and quickly let go of Freddie's hand. "Great, now I need to chop my hand off to get rid of the geek germs."

"You sure didn't say anything when I first grabbed your hand." Freddie pointed out with a smug grin.

Sam punched his arm.

"Ow! Could you at least not hit me in a hospital!"

"You were asking for it, Benson." Sam growled.

"And they're back to their arguing." Spencer said. "Seems like this world isn't going to end just yet." He said with a smirk.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Let's just leave."

Pam was allowed to go back home after she spent the night in the hospital. Sam and Freddie both wondered what happened between Steven and Pam after they left because they were actually being nice to each other again. Almost like they were when they first started dating.

Shane had called Sam several times before she actually decided to answer him. He had found out what happened to Pam and wanted to be sure she was okay. After Sam assured him that she was fine, he insisted on coming over. Sam had managed to convince him not to come over. She didn't think Pam would like that one bit.

She hadn't heard anything from Callum though and Sam couldn't decide if it was a good or bad thing. To be honest though, she kind of didn't care. She really didn't want to deal with him right now, especially after everything that happened.

Sam was currently in the kitchen making herself a triple ham sandwich. As she was making it, she figured her mom might want some too. The only reason why she was going to make Pam a sandwich too was because she had just been in a car accident. Sam would never make someone else some food under normal circumstances. And even then, she might end up eating half of it before she could even give it to Pam.

She went upstairs to the library where Pam was. She was siting in one of the chairs facing the window with her computer in her lap and headphones in her ears. Sam was about to call out, but noticed what was on the computer screen. It was real estate page, with house listings from all over Seattle.

From the way she and Steven had been acting this morning, she would've thought their relationship was getting better. So then why was Pam looking at houses?

An itch in Sam's nose came and she couldn't stop it from becoming a sneeze.

"Sam! What the heck! You scared me!" Pam exclaimed as she pulled her headphones out and closed her laptop.

Sam shrugged her shoulders. "It was just a sneeze. Geez, I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you might like a sandwich." Sam said as she gave Pam the plate

Pam stared at the sandwich. "Somebody took two bites already."

"What? I couldn't carry it all the way here without tasting it a little."

Pam shook her head, but smiled at the effort. "Well, thank you, Sam. And you made it just the way I like it, right?"

Sam nodded her head and started to leave. She stopped at the door though. "Mom, how are you and Steven?"

Pam looked confused, "Fine, why do you ask?" she said with her mouth half filled with food.

"Just wondering." Sam said before finally leaving.

Freddie was on his computer looking up scholarships and universities. This upcoming year was going to be his senior year in high school and it was never too early to start sending in applications. But his mind kept wandering to Sam. He wondered what she was planning to do after graduation and if that included leaving Seattle.

He looked at the time though and swore. They were supposed to have met Carly thirty minutes ago to work on iCarly. He stood up, grabbing his keys. He crossed the hallway and knocked on Sam's door. "Sam, we're late for meeting Carly. You ready to go?"

Sam opened the door. "Let's go." She mumbled.

Freddie frowned. There was no insult with her statement. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Fredward." She grumbled.

"Sam, what happened?" he took a deep breath before continuing with his next question. "Did Callum do something?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "I haven't even talked to him today."

"So then what is it?"

Sam bit her lip and didn't look at Freddie. "I kind of saw my mom looking something up."

Freddie waited for her to say something more. "And?"

"I don't think it was a good thing…"

"Sam, what was she looking up?"

Sam didn't say anything.

"Look, you probably saw it wrong. I don't think you should worry about it."

"I swear, she was looking at houses for sell!"

Freddie stared at her after her exclamation. "Are you serious?"

Sam closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes, I know what I saw."

"But I thought they were working things out…?"

"That's what I thought too," Sam mumbled. "Your dad better not hurt her…"

Freddie could see how worried she was and he knew exactly how to make her feel somewhat better. They were already late for the meeting, Carly could wait a few more minutes. "I want to show you something."

"I'm not in the mood to see some kind of Galaxy Wars collectibles."

Freddie chuckled. "Trust me, it's something you'll love."

Sam gave Freddie an incredulous look, "Fine, what is it?"

"Follow me." Freddie said as he started walking towards the back door. They went out into the backyard and walked all the way out to the end of the property line. There was a huge tree there, but nothing else. "What are we looking at?"

"Your treehouse." Freddie said with a proud smile.

Sam frowned as she looked at the tree and noticed small steps coming out from the trunk. It was hard to see in the dim lighting of the setting sun, but she could vaguely make out the form of a room within the thick branches.

With a huge smile on her face, Sam started climbing the tree with Freddie right behind her.

The whole thing was beautiful. There were Christmas lights hanging from ceiling and three paper lanterns in the middle. There were actual windows, two to be precise, and all around them were decorative carvings in the wood. Right by one of the windows was a chair and beanbags and pillows were all over the floor. In the corner was a huge stack of unopened boxes of fatcakes.

"Freddie…this is…" Sam looked at Freddie, unable to believe what she was seeing. "This is amazing!"

Freddie smiled, glad to see the excitement in her face. "I was hoping you would like it."

"Did you do this?"

"Well…since you were gone for five months and we couldn't do iCarly without you…I kind of had a lot time, so yeah. I did it."

Sam threw her arms around Freddie and hugged him. "This has to be one of the best things someone's ever done for me." She said quietly.

Freddie smiled as he hugged her back, loving the way she felt against him.

Sam pulled back and stared at him. She could feel her heart beginning to pound faster. The only thing she could really see anymore was Freddie staring right back at her.

Sam took a deep breath. No, this couldn't be happening. This was not supposed to be happening. She tried to look at anything, the branches outside, the Christmas lights, all of the detailed carvings in the wood. Nothing worked though. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him.

Freddie bit his lower lip. He took a deep breath as he tried to remember all the reasons why this shouldn't be happening. Sam was dating Callum, their parents were dating. She was Sam Puckett, his sworn enemy. All those reasons didn't seem that important though as he continued staring at her.

"It's never going to work between us, so we just need to kill whatever feelings we have and move on." She said quietly.

Freddie nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, plus there's Callum."

"And our parents are dating."

"If we did this, it'd almost be like incest."

"It would ruin our reputations."

"We'd never get away with any of it."

"It's just a bad idea in general."

As they were listing off the reasons, they were slowly moving closer and closer until they were in each others breathing space. Freddie glanced down at her lips…her lips that were so close…and that was all it took. He took a deep breath and crashed his lips on to hers. Sam responded immediately by placing her hands on his neck, trying to bring him closer.

Even though Sam was mostly focusing on the kiss, in the back of her mind, she brought up all the different times she and Freddie had actually kissed. As she compared them, none of them were like this and she was incredibly pleased.

Freddie did his best to only keep his mouth on hers, but there were so many other tempting things. A small nibble on her ear lobe, a little sucking on her neck, moving aside the fabric covering her shoulder and kissing her soft, soft skin.

Somewhere along the way, Freddie ended up sitting on the chair with Sam straddling him.

"What are we doing, Freddie?" Sam breathed out as she moved her head to give his neck a little love.

Freddie closed his eyes in pure pleasure. "I have no idea, Sam."

Who knows how far they actually would've gone. Sam always believed she would never take things that far with Freddie Benson, but asking Freddie, he honestly couldn't say that he would've been able to stop if they went much further. Maybe that's why it was a good thing Sam's phone went off.

Sam pulled back as soon as she heard her phone. She stared at Freddie, with wide eyes. Shocked at what they were actually doing, and shocked at the fact that she had never remembered feeling so much joy and pleasure.

Before her phone stopped ringing, Sam moved off of Freddie's lap and answered without checking who it was. "Hello?" she asked after clearing her throat.

Freddie couldn't tell who it was, but he assumed it wasn't anyone Sam wanted to actually talk to, seeing as she bowed her head immediately, closed her eyes, and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Yeah, no it's fine…no, I said I'm fine…I just…I was running…yes! That's all I was doing!"

"Sam! Freddie!"

Sam and Freddie both turned to look out the window to see Carly making her way out to the tree house, using her phone as a flash light.

"Look, I'll just call you later. Carly just showed up…yes, I promise…no, I…can we just talk about this later?...whatever, I'll call you when I'm free." Sam growled into the phone.

Before Freddie had a chance to ask Sam who it was, Carly had already climbed up the ladder and was now in the tree house. "Hey, what have you two been doing? I thought we said we were going to meet an hour ago for iCarly stuff?"

Freddie wouldn't look Carly in the eyes as he wiped his mouth, hoping none of Sam's lip gloss was on his face, or anywhere else for that matter. Sam was busy trying to inconspicuously fix her hair that Freddie had messed up by running his hands through it.

Carly stared at them both, noticing that something was off. "Is everything okay?"

Sam scoffed. "Of course everything's fine. Why wouldn't it be fine?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, we're fine, the whole world is fine." Freddie added, nodding his head eagerly.

Carly gave them both curious looks, knowing she just missed something huge. "Um…"

"What kind of stupid answer is that?" Sam exclaimed as she slapped Freddie's arm.

"It's true! We're fine! There's nothing wrong!"

"Oh yeah, but you just had to throw in your comment! Carly was fine with just my comment!"

"What, so now you're saying I can't contribute to any conversation?!"

"Exactly! Just keep your mouth shut from now on, Benson! Maybe then the whole world will be fine!"

"So you want me to just shut up?! Do you really want to start this whole silent treatment over again, then?! Is that what you want?!'

Sam punched his arm. "I just don't want to see you right now! I'm leaving!"

"Fine! Maybe once you come back, you'll have found your sanity!"

Sam kicked his shin, almost making him double over in pain, before climbing out of the tree house.

Carly watched Sam leave before looking back at Freddie. "I'm guessing she liked the treehouse?"

Freddie just groaned as he sat down and threaded his fingers through his hair.

Carly crossed her arms and stood directly in front of Freddie. She gave him her best disappointed look and spoke. "You two just had a huge make-out session, didn't you?"

Freddie's head shot up and he stared at Carly in shock and a little fear. "How…why do you think that?"

Carly rolled her eyes. "I'm not as oblivious as you guys think I am. Both of you have messed up hair, swollen lips, and I can see that shiny stuff around your lips which I know is from Sam's lip gloss." Carly grimaced. "Ew…it's on your neck too.

Freddie's hand went to his neck as he tried to wipe it off. It was useless though. He let his head fall into his hands. "Carly, I…" he took a deep breath as he tried to process his thoughts. "I just don't know what to do with…this. I don't even understand what's happening between us."

"You really like her, don't you?"

Freddie, without any hesitation, wordlessly nodded his head.

"Then I think you know exactly what you're supposed to do."