A/N: HEY! IT'S JEMICHANNYSEDDIE! Sorry I'm just very excited…why? Cause this is my very first fanficion EVER! (So don't be mean)Well on this website at least, I've got some on YouTube too! Well yea so the story is basically, Sam gets hit by a car in a hit and run, Freddie freaks out and tries to find out who did such a thing! Haha, you know how I came up with this idea? I was just thinking, "Hmm… what if Sam got hit by a car? Would Freddie freak?" Well of course he would! In my Seddie world at least! Well, enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: has Seddie happened? No. is my name Dan? No. Do I own ICarly? No. I don't own Vera Bradley or Juicy Couture either!

Sam's POV:

Did I really have to be here? I mean, was it COMPLETELY necessary? Cause I would rather be swallowing a flock of birds than standing there in the dirt. Actually what I WANTED to be swallowing is a large blueberry blitz smoothie, but Carly insisted that we stay and watch Freddie's pretty little baseball practice. .NOW.

The only thing good about this experience was that I was surrounded by attractive guys, SWEATY attractive guys. It smelt like dirt, sweat, a hint of Carly's perfume, and the general smells of 16 year old boy, so yea it was pretty much heaven. Except I was pretty sure the atmosphere was hotter than the surface of the sun, which was why I needed to get out of there. "Could we just go already?" I begged Carly.

"No! This is fun!" Carly beamed. Carly was my best friend, but she was quite the prancie.

"No, this is barf inducing." I groaned. "Give me the keys I'm going to wait in the car."

Carly sighed and pulled her colorful Vera Bradley key chain out of her Juicy Couture purse, again, prancie. "Don't drive off" she warned with a pointing finger.

"Don't give me any ideas" I smirked as I yanked the disgustingly pink keychain out of her perfectly manicured hands. I turned to get one last whiff of the baseball field and saw Freddie walking our way. His hat was slightly lopsided, his hair was a mess, he has dirt all over his uniform, and he was wearing that goofy grin of his. It was kind of grin he had after a good ICarly performance, a successful baseball practice, or after that first kiss we had on the fire escape.

'Aw Shut up Sam!' I thought. As I caught his eye, I realized that he was he was the most attractive guy on that field. Man, I had to get out of there!

"Later" I directed towards Carly as I turned and walked towards her yellow Volt wagon bug. Did I mention, prancie?

I had to get as far away from Freddie as possible. He had been acting weird in the last few months. Our whole enemy-ship used to be a fun game used to be a fun game, but lately if I ever insulted him, he either stormed off or just smiled, not even attempting a comeback. I guess it depended on what mood he was in.

Why did he always have to suck the fun out of everything?

What was his problem? Was he bipolar? What it just him crazy teenage hormones going crazy? But WHY! I considered this as I made my way through the huge parking lot.

Then it hit me.

Like, seriously.

Before I knew it I was sprawled out on the concrete in an injured mess. I tilted my head, subconsciously drowning out the sound of Carly and Freddie having a panic attack. The last thing I saw was a camo green van speed off. Then I saw nothing.

A/N: What do you think? Too intense? Out of Character? Sorry it was kind of short but the others will be longer! The 1st three chapters will kind of overlap because I want to get everyone's point of view on the accident. Well don't just sit there like a wet sausage, REVIEW!

-jemichannySEDDIE