Hey there! Yeah, another fic! I'm so happy, I love to write: D

Anyway, is just a one-shot about what I think that should happen in case Sam finds out about Freddie's help:D It was just an idea I had during class… I have lots and lots of other fics in mind, paper etc. I hope I can post them soon!

Have fun!

Disclaimer: Don't own iCarly…if I did you'd have to pay me to read this lol

iThink he helped

1. Carly Spills it Out

As he finished his olive sculpture on the living room, Spencer could hear screams coming from the hallway.

When his little sister opened the door, he shook his head lightly; that yelling could only come from her best friend's mouths.

"Why would you say that?" Freddie freaked out, as usually.

"Because you are such a nub and that girl needed to know that." Sam already headed to the kitchen; chilled out as always.

"Hey." Spencer tried to greet them, but didn't noticed the fight was pretty heated.

Freddie marched angrily after the blonde.

"Not that!" he bawled, "Even if it'd be nice if you stop telling all girls in school about my mom and her…problems." Sam snickered and he raised his tone again, "Why would you tell Ms Briggs that I let you copy my homework? She hates when people do that AND she hates me" Sam only took a sip of her peppy cola, "Do you know how many days of detention you got me? AND-"

"Yes, Fredderly." She interrupted impatiently, "Two days. And you're the only one who'd go all whiny because of that."

" AND" he continued as if she hasn't said nothing at all, "she gave me a paper due tomorrow that's worth HALF MY GRADE!" he went near her.

Carly was starting to get worried about that fight. She went next to them, trying to calm things down.

"Guys-"

"And all because you felt it would be funny to mess with me." Freddie's face was red all over, and he was ignoring his friend's attempts to stop him, "Ha-ha."

"Guys!"

"I got it all too, okay?" Sam finally lost her pose, "Stop being all 'drama nerd' about it."

Spencer was getting a bit scared over that whole scene, so he just grabbed his sculpture, said a " I think I need to-" and ran to his room.

"I don't even know why I'm saying this in the first place. Is not like you actually care about anyone!"

Why did he go there? He had no idea. All he knew was that he was so mad at her, not only because she had to mess with him but because she wasn't showing any signs of regret.

"That's right, I don't." She smirked and they just faced each other silently.

"I shouldn't either." He completed.

Even though they weren't shouting at each other anymore, Carly could sense the bad atmosphere.

Sam would always have to be tough one, the winner; the one who cares about nobody and was very proud of it. And Freddie would never accept that silently.

At that point, Carly knew that nothing good could come out of that situation without her help.

"Will you two just stop it?" She said desperately, "Okay?" she added lamely, "Is too late for that. If it was true you-"She pointed at Sam,"wouldn't have kissed Freddie-"

"Carly!" They screamed at the same time.

"and you- "She pointed at Freddie, "wouldn't have given Missy-"

"CARLY !" He screamed harder and Sam knit her eyebrows together in confusion.

Carly took a deep breath, put her hands on her hips and said bravely, " That's right. You wouldn't have given Missy the six-month cruise of your dreams because of Sam! Now, I'm gonna go upstairs, when you two figure things out, you can follow me!"

She shouted then left dramatically leaving nothing but an embarrassing silence behind.

Freddie looked at Sam just waiting for her reaction, but she kept facing the kitchen floor, suspiciously soundless. There was a reason why he didn't want her to know; it would just show this part of their relationship that they wanted to hide.

He wanted to care about her, and wanted her to care about him. But his pride was stronger most part of time, just like hers.

"Why would you do that?" She suddenly screamed pointing her index finger at him violently.

He moved backwards in surprise but soon went to his previous position, feeling fighty again.

"You asked for my help, remember?"

"Yeah I never said you should…you should…do anything too… " She started walking in circles nervously. She was pretty fine with them just fighting and pretending to be friends once in awhile, he had no right to break that balance by doing something too …sacrificial, " Now I'll have to do something nice too!"

"What?" He asked confusedly.

"Urgh." She complained sharply then stopped walking around to face him again, "So we'll be even!"

"EVEN?" He screamed and his expression was furious.

Her" game vocabulary" was way too familiar for his taste. That moment, that very moment, it was perfectly clear to him that they were not in a competition. He didn't care if she'd do something nice to him or not. How could she even think that he had done all that to annoy her? To expect her to "get even" with him?

"FRIENDS don't get even, Sam!" it was his time to walk in circles, "We do nice things because we CARE. And NOT because we want something back!" he said irritably and faced her again; "Friends don't expect nothing but a thank you."

Sam looked up at him with a scowl and stood in silence. That part of him always got her mad; it didn't matter what she did…He was always nice after all (even if he wouldn't admit it). She knew how much he wanted that cruise (she was beside him when he said it avidly) and still, he gave it all up only because of her.

The worst part was that she knew exactly what that all meant. She wanted it to mean nothing, but of course it didn't.

If it wasn't for him, that nasty girl would still be there, probably as Carly's new BFF and co-host.

And he'd be far away, under the sun, by a pool and the ocean at the same time.

She hated how he made her feel ashamed for teasing him; she loved doing that and it was natural for her. It was also simpler to have just a bickering relationship… not that it was possible anymore since... she didn't know exactly when. But she liked to try!

She shook her head lightly, that was not the right time to think about all that crazy stuff. Looking up at him again, she knew exactly what to do.

He looked back at her tiredly and before he could realize it, her arms went around his waist violently. At first, he stood motionless and shocked at what had just happened. He waited for something to happen next: a wedgie, a punch on his back, anything; she just kept holding him fiercely, though. Not tightly enough for him to think she wanted to hurt, but with the perfect strong grip so he knew it wasn't just a simple apology.

He finally put his arms around her back dragging them even closer, placing her figure perfectly on his chest.

They kept their silence and stood still, even if they were aware of how close they were. It was actually a warm and comfortable feeling, a bit messed up because of the chills they got down the spine.

Freddie felt his neck tingle due to the closeness of Sam's head and embraced her even more, without noticing; Sam felt her breath becoming uneven.

There was a lot more she wanted to say and do, even before she knew about all that. She hated that there were this bunch of feelings to deal with that were stupid and that she wanted to ignore but he wouldn't let her.

She tried her best not to pay attention to the fact that she wanted to kiss him (not that being intertwined with him was helping). It would not only be the most idiotic thing to do (not to say she'd have to admit things she wouldn't even admit to herself) but she'd also made him think she was acting like Carly, having feelings towards him only because he did something very nice; what wasn't true, she was very messed up even before knowing he had done something absolutely not nubbish.

So even if she wanted to stay like that forever (weirdly enough), she decided it was time to break their hug off.

Her arms slowly loosened their hold on him; she tried to ignore the fluttering feeling in her stomach when she felt their faces quickly meeting halfway. Soon, they were looking at each other again, but she kept herself a bit distant and focused her eyes on the floor.

"Thanks, nub." She muttered feeling embarrassed.

Freddie just looked at her head (she was still watching her feet or whatever) and smiled.

Even though "you're welcome" would be the most common and automatic answer, Freddie decided there was a reply that would be better to express his true feelings (and tease her as a bonus).

"Anytime, Sam."

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That's it ("officially")! I'm sorry if there was no kiss or romantic declaration. But I had my reasons! And I left them right there: D

But… I did write an epilogue to make you all happy :D I'll post it as soon as I can.

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[PS: this is the reviwed version, as one of you asked me look it over :D If I've made too many mistakes again, please let me know ;D-I'm so sorry anyway!]