Author's Note: Shortest Hiatus Ever...

Author: LoveB

Story Title: iCarly Fast Forward: Sam and Freddie Oneshots

Oneshot Number Three: iCan't Take It, iScribble Love

Time Frame: Around iCan't Take It

Genre: Romance/Romance/Romance

Summary: Based on Sam's blog about Freddie's "love emails". Sam and Freddie are forced to spend some time apart when everyone starts complaining about them being together. So, the two rely on calls, texts, video chats, and emails to express their love for each other. Attention passengers, please make sure your tray tables are in their upright position, we are now descending into Fluff City :) Please refrain from thinking about the horror of the new episodes and focus on the good times, remembering that behind the scenes, Sam and Freddie probably rocked their relationship.

Sam stormed into her bedroom, throwing her bag to the farthest corner. Her room was unusually clean, except for the bag she'd just ungracefully discarded. Before now, she and Freddie had spent a lot of time in her room, doing...various things, and she'd always made it her business to have clean sheets and candles to freshen the air. Currently her room smelled like cinnamon rolls, she and Freddie's favorite scent. This only made her more upset. Freddie wouldn't be coming over today. And he wouldn't be coming over tomorrow.

Sam growled, yanking out her desk chair and plopping down. She opened her drawer, rummaging through all the papers trying to find the sticky note she wrote the password to her email address on. As she searched, papers flew here and there, everywhere, covering the floor of her once clean room. She didn't care. There was absolutely no reason for her to keep her room clean now. She and Freddie had been "found out" by his mom and she'd began monitoring (even more closely than before) where Freddie went, forbidding the two of them from being alone without adult supervision. Sam couldn't believe Carly and Gibby had betrayed them, complaining that they were spending too much time together. Sam rolled her eyes, annoyed. What were they supposed to do? Didn't all couples spend time together? Being that they were friends only added to the amount of time they spent together. She found the note and quickly open her email. Her inbox was bursting at the seams, having almost 2,000 unchecked emails.

Her eyes scanned down the page, passing all the junk mail, until she saw a message sent from Freddie Benson. Clicking on it, she almost cracked a smile before scrunching her face into a sickened scowl. He'd written her a love email. "Seriously, Benson?" She said, laughing a little. Even though the idea of receiving a love letter from a boy made her want to gag, the fact that the boy was Freddie made her face soften. Her stomach did a little dance as she took in the beautiful, albeit undeserved (after what she'd done to his N.E.R.D. Camp application), words.

My Sam,

I know these last few weeks have been hard, but I want you to know I wouldn't change a thing about them. About you. There are times that, in the heat of the moment, I might make you think otherwise, but please trust in the fact that nothing you do can ever push me away from you. Each day I spend with you is new. Everyday is an adventure. (Remember the day we spent the whole afternoon in the park, doing nothing but pointing at clouds, and just being together?) You make me feel free, more free than I've ever felt. I can be myself around you and know that even though we're different, we work. You make me feel loved everyday. Let's face it, we have our share of fights, but at the end of the day, you make sure I know you love me. You make me feel whole. You have so many qualities in you that I do not. You're so brave. I know I can always count on you to push me to go for the things I want (And sometimes don't know I want until you make me see it). I still can't believe you actually kissed me at the Lock-In. I would've never had the courage to do that, and not a day has gone by since that I've regretted you doing it. I know you still feel guilty about the application, even though you won't admit it, but please, baby, don't worry about it. You helped my redo it and after you called the board members and "politely" requested that they re-review my qualifications, I got accepted. So don't beat yourself up over it, okay? For me? I can tell you weren't being completely honest about the reason you did it, and you can tell me the truth whenever you feel like it. No rush. But please, don't let my mom's Rules for Dating My Teenage Son list ruin all the progress we've made. Text me or call me, whenever.

Love,

Freddie

Sam let out a deep breath. What in the world did she do to deserve that boy? He was a saint, and she was...not a saint. He'd forgiven her for sabotaging his camp application and he'd once again openly admitted his love for her. Why couldn't she say the words so freely like he did? She tried everyday, but all she'd ever managed to say was, "Me too", or "Ditto", or "Samesies". It wasn't that she didn't love him, cause she did, more than anything, but for some reason, she was scared to say it. Scared she'd be putting herself out there just to end up hurt. Though, she doubted Freddie would ever hurt her.

Pulling out her phone, she quickly shot him a text.

From: Sam

To: Freddie

Got your email...

She chewed nervously on her bottom, awaiting his reply.

XXXXX

From: Freddie

To: Sam

I meant everything I said, Sam.

XXXXX

Sam read the brief message, continuing to nibble on her lip. She didn't text him back. She was never really good at expressing her feelings through means other than kissing, playful pet names, and random acts of physical affection. When it came to words and communication, she'd always come up a bit short.

From: Freddie

To: Sam

You okay?

XXXXX

Sam sighed. If only his mom hadn't found out about them. Then, he'd be over her house right now, and she'd be effectively "showing" him how she felt as opposed to telling him.

From: Sam

To: Freddie

Yeah, just tired. I really wish you were here right now...I miss you

She hesitated before sending it, her thumb hovering above the send button. She was so tempted to erase the last two statements but before she could, she hit send, putting down her phone once she'd done so.

XXXXX

From: Freddie

To: Sam

I miss you too, baby. You have NO IDEA how much I wish you were here with me.

XXXXX

Sam let out a breath. That wasn't so hard after all. She laughed at his message. As part of Marissa's numerous, ridiculous rules for Freddie in order for him to date her, Freddie had to sit through several lectures about the dangers of teenage kissing and underage conoodling. Today was the first lecture in her series.

From: Sam

To: Freddie

Aww...is mommy still trying to scare you off girls?

XXXXX

From: Freddie

To: Sam

Haha...it would be funny if it weren't true. I really do think that's what she's trying to do.

XXXXX

Sam shook her head. Apparently the term crazy could be subjected to gradation.

From: Sam

To: Freddie

Still, at least your mom cares...remember last week when my mom walked in on us?

XXXXX

From: Freddie

To: Sam

:( Please, don't remind me :( :( :(

XXXXX

Sam laughed at the chain of frowny faces.

From: Sam

To: Freddie

Well, I never told you, but she gave me a box a condoms the next morning and told me to "use them well"...

The memory of it still haunted her.

XXXXX

From: Freddie

To: Sam

Please tell me you're joking...we don't even...do THAT

XXXXX

From: Sam

To: Freddie

Nope...I'll give them to you next time we see each other. After all, you're the guy :P

She laughed, picturing Marissa's face if she knew.

XXXXX

From: Freddie

To: Sam

Don't! My mom'll kill me (or rather she'd kill over) if she found them. But anyway, I take it back. You win, you're mom is worse.

XXXXX

Sam shook her head, amazed that it took him THIS long to realize that her mom (with her week long trips out of town, random boyfriends, and shady profession) was the crazier of the two.

From: Sam

To: Freddie

TOLD YA! Anyways, I gotta go. Me and Carly are going to the mall.

XXXXX

From: Freddie

To: Sam

Okay, have fun. I'll call you later :) Love You.

XXXXX

Sam hesitated once more. It would be easier than saying it to him, but for some reason, the thought of saying it for the first time through a text message unsettled her. So she just went with the old reliable.

From: Sam

To: Freddie

Yeah, yeah, me too. TTYL :)

XXXXX

Sam waited for a reply to come, but none did. Usually, he'd text her a heart emoticon or something similar. She waited for two minutes before tossing her phone onto her bed, having received nothing. Suddenly, she didn't feel like going to the mall. Maybe, she should have just texted 'Love you, too' back. It was the truth, so it would not have been inappropriate. But she wanted to say it for the first time to his face, so she could actually see his reaction. She just knew he'd smile, and Sam loved his smile, especially when they were directed at her. Regret, an emotion she was very familiar with, overcame her, wishing she'd told him. Standing up, she grabbed some fresh clothes out her dresser drawer and went to take a shower.

Later that day, Sam and Carly entered Bushwell Plaza, carrying several shopping bags, their trip having been a success. The two treaded up the stairs, on the way passing Mrs. Benson as she made her way down. Sam heaved a breath, not failing to notice the look of apprehension on Marissa's face as she passed. Almost as if she was debating with herself as to whether she should go back up to her apartment to make sure Freddie wouldn't let her in, while their was no adult supervision. When she didn't follow them, Sam figured she must've decided to just have faith in Freddie that he obeyed her rules. Sam was glad. She needed to talk to him, alone.

"Carls, I'm going over to the nubs for a while," Sam said, Carly taking her bags. "Be back in a bit. Order that pizza, though. I'm starved."

Carly smiled. "Of course you are."

Sam rubbed her stomach dramatically. "You know the deal."

Carly shook her head, disappearing into apartment 8C. Now alone, Sam got serious, shifting back and forward on the heels of her feet. She was nervous. Never before had she done what she was about to do. Gathering up her courage, the trait Freddie loved most about her, she knocked on the door.

Seconds later, Freddie appeared at the door with a huge smile on his face. Already, Sam began to calm down. He'd always had that affect on her. He made her feel like nothing she did could ever make him think differently about her.

"Hey sweetness," Freddie said, stepping out into the hall.

"Hey," Sam said, leaning in to give him a short kiss. Freddie put his hands on her waist and held her there when she tried moving passed him to go into his apartment.

"Sorry, can't let you in when my mom's not here," said Freddie, regretfully. He shut his door and joined her in the hallway. "That's rule number one."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Come on, your mom won't know."

"She will," said Freddie with absolute certainty. "Believe me."

She nodded in understanding. Who knows what Marissa Benson was capable of when she was trying to protect Freddie. "Okay, but I..." Her right hand disappeared into her pocket, circling the folded note that lay hidden there. "I was hoping that we'd be able to you know...make out or something." Hopefully, the haze she'd get from kissing him would be enough to make her not blush embarassingly, when she gave him her letter.

"Oh," Freddie said, looking torn between his fear of his mother and desire for Sam. "I...umm...I..."

Sam saw his inner turmoil and shook her head. "Forget it, we'll just catch up tomorrow before school." Freddie looked regretful, but nodded. "I guess I'll let you go then."

Freddie frowned, leaning down to kiss her once more. "I'll be over in a little bit. I'm just finishing up my History midterm paper."

"Alrighty then," said Sam, pulling herself out of his grasp. She turned around and was about to turn Carly's door handle when she suddenly stopped. "Wait!"

Freddie around sharply, looking frightened. "What's wrong?"

"Here," she said, snatching the piece of crumpled paper out her pocket and holding out to him.

Freddie looked at the paper confused. He reached out and took it. "What's this?"

Sam fidgeted, looking extremely uncomfortable. "J-Just r-read it."

Freddie opened it and as soon as he read the first two words his mouth opened, taking in small breaths. He couldn't hide the smile that threatened to overtake his face.

My Freddie,

I know I might come off as a total waste, but please know that I value all our time together and I value you. I know sometimes (a lot of the time) we get on each other's nerves, but even when you annoy me, there isn't anyone I'd rather be with than you. Sorry for never being as open with you as you are with me. You don't know how much I want to let you in all the way. I know it might take a while but please be patient. I'll get there I promise.

Love,

Sam

Freddie's grin widened. On the lower corner of the paper was a pretty good drawing of them, holding hands and smiling. In the drawing, she was wearing the red stiped shirt she wore to the Lock-In and Freddie was wearing the blue plaid shirt he'd worn.

He looked up at Sam, who was staring at the floor. He didn't tell her to look up. He just stared at her with the biggest grin on his face. He was smiling so hard he bit his bottom lip as to shake himself out of his stupor. After a moment or two, he stepped towards her and tilted her chin up to make her look at him.

Sam's stomach flip flopped as soon as she saw Freddie's feet appear directly in front of hers. Her heart beat quickened as he pulled her gaze from the ground. Blue eyes met brown and she nearly fainted at the expression on his face. Never before had he looked at her like he was looking at her now. No one had ever looked at her like this.

"Freddie...I...lo" The words died on her lips as he captured her mouth with his. As the air left her lungs and filled his, she allowed herself to open up completely to him. He loved her. And she loved him. And he should know it. Once they separated, leaning against each other's foreheads, breathing heavily, Sam continued, "Freddie, I lo-"

"I know," Freddie said before she could get the words out.

Sam smiled. Of course he knew. She swore, sometimes the boy knew her better than she gave him credit for. Freddie leaned down to kiss her once more, this time she took the reigns and stepped forward, pushing him into his closed apartment door. As Freddie's confidence grew, his hands left her waist and began roaming her body. Sam groaned into his mouth, matching his actions. Realizing that the hallway probably wasn't the best place for them to show their appreciation for each other, Sam's left hand reached around Freddie to grab the door handle. As soon as she turned it...

"FREDDIE BENSON," came a horrified, livid voice. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"

The two broke apart immediately.

"Mom," Freddie said at once, breathing hard. He didn't know if it was due to his and Sam's passionate kiss or the fact that the look on his mom's face could scare Freddy Krueger, himself. "It's not what it-"

"INSIDE," Mrs. Benson shouted, pointing to their apartment door.

Sam frowned. She was wrong. Mrs. Benson didn't have as much trust in Freddie as she thought. "Mrs. Benson, Freddie didn't do anything wrong. It was my fault."

Mrs. Benson huffed. "Of course he didn't. It was you! Tempting my boy into breaking rules and kissing in public...WITH TONGUE!"

Sam rolled her eyes. Freddie stood silent by the door, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He looked like he was going to be sick, he was so pale.

"Look Mrs. B," started Sam, peacefully. "I'll gladly leave and let Freddie get back to his homework if you let us have a minute alone to say goodnight."

Freddie looked at Sam out the corner of his eye. She really was the bravest person he'd ever met. How could she even form proper sentences with his mom looking how she did. Let alone request that they be left alone again. He was in awe.

Mrs. Benson's hard stare did not waver, but she did manage to blink at Sam's audacity.

Sam rolled her eyes, trying again. This time harder. "AND, I'll sign that stupid...I mean uh, that Rules for Dating My Teenage Son agreement."

Freddie looked at her in amazement.

Finally Mrs. Benson looked like she was considering it. "Fine, you two have ONE minute and no kissing!" Walking passed Freddie, she opened their door, not before turning back to them adding, "And I'll be watching..." She walked in, closing the door behing her.

Hearing a small thump, Sam knew she was leaning up against the door watching them through the peephole. Shaking her head, she muttered, "Crazy."

Freddie reached out and grabbed her hand. "You're amazing you know that?"

"That I am," she said, smugly. She held his hand tighter. "So you're not mad anymore?"

Freddie looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Earlier, when you texted me, "love you", and I didn't write it back," Sam explained, getting confused herself. "Usually you send me a smiley face or something lame like that."

Now he understood. Smiling he said, "My mom saw that I was texting during her lecture and took my phone away."

Sam's jaw dropped. All of the anguish and all of the regret she'd felt that day was completely unjustified.

Freddie laughed at the expression on her face. "Aw...were you worried, baby?"

Now, Sam looked unamused. "Shut up."

Freddie laughed some more. "Aw, you were. Come here..." He said, pulling her to him. Leaning down to kiss her, Sam instantly forgot about being angry and returned the kiss.

"FREDWARD BENSON," yelled Mrs. Benson, yanking open the door.

Freddie again pulled back and stepped away from her, paling visibly. Sam groaned. You could always count on Marissa Benson to ruin a moment.

Author's Note: Yeah, I know short but I scratched my original oneshot for iCan't Take It and decided to go with something less heavy. Besides, other better writers, have already tackled the N.E.R.D. camp application, so I decided to do something different.

Hope you liked it. And shout out to Geekquality who restored my faith in Sam and Freddie. Thank you.

Next up, iLove You. Don't know where I'm going to go with it yet. I have to find a way to disassemble the famous "elevator scene" and make it even more beautiful. It might be another two parter like the oneshot I did for iDate Sam and Freddie. So be on the lookout for it. I'm going to try to have it up this weekend.

LoveB :) See you soon...