(A/N: Thank you to EVERYONE who read and reviewed this story. Thanks for sticking with Spencer till the very end XD I also organized the chapters so their titles say what episodes they come from.)

Spencer Shay.

Pro Artist.

Detective.

Lawyer.

Spy.

Experiment.

Completely and utterly right.

Has finally stopped cringing.

It's not so hard anymore. Look, it's funny to admit this… I'm kinda surprised that I'm feeling this. I didn't expect this, and knowing how excellent of a predictor I am, this is a shock.

So, after the big kiss, the first Seddie kiss that I actually witnessed, you'd think I'd be on Cloud Nine. And I was—on the inside, of course. But about a few days later, it began to dawn on me. The truth. I think Sam was completely right with her wording.

"So, now what?"

I'm Spencer Shay, for God's sake! I saw Seddie when the two were twelve years old. What is that? How is that logical? It's not.

So, when the two are all lovey-dovey now… There's nothing left to do. My eyes are specially trained to see subliminal messages. But there are no more subliminal messages. No, if the two even so much as think of each other, boom! They're making out. It's cringe-worthy, I must admit.

Well, it was at first. Now it's starting to mellow out. The "Honeymoon Phase" has finally begun to fade.

Their Honeymoon Phase was pret-ty rough. Not for them, obviously, but for the ones around them. Especially Carly.

The two couldn't keep their paws off each other. So every time Gibby or Carly mentioned them "making out", I couldn't help but suppress a sigh/groan/moan/Spencer Sound/whine. It's not that I was against couples who publically show affection, even though that was my excuse. It was because all the fun of Seddie has seemed to drain. There's no more sneaked glances, hidden moments, or over-all any secrecy. It's kind of sad.

But that's okay. In the beginning, it almost made me sick. Not because they were kissing left and right, it was because they weren't being themselves. Especially Sam. Holy Shi—is she wearing stripes? What is she doing? Sure, she wore stripes that one day when she kissed Freddie, but that was when it all began.

Maybe that's why I didn't like seeing the public affection. It just wasn't Seddie.

I decided to not really express my opinions on it. I never have before. Just because they're together, doesn't mean that I have to actually say anything to them. It can be just like before, if I squint. To be honest, I like searching for hidden clues more than I do like watching Freddie shove his tongue into Sam's mouth.

But that's just me.

I was excited to see Ms. Benson's reaction. That's like watching Sam find out that ham was being recalled. Both would undoubtedly burst into flames.

Ms. Benson did later find out. And it's not fair—I even lied for Seddie! How does that balance out? But I guess her and Gibby were in some secret alliance. Huh. Who woulda guessed?

I had stood by as Ms. Benson offered Freddie $100,000 to break up with Sam. I had watched as Freddie refused the money as well. And then the old Jewish tradition of the "disownment" by Ms. Benson.

Heh… Not gonna lie. I'd trade any girlfriend I've ever had for $100,000. Just sayin'.

I had continued to stand by and watch the relationship about to be ripped apart at the hands of Ms. Benson, Gibby, and… Carly. I stared at the computer screen as Carly ran upstairs, yeast in my hand, and watched as Freddie debates between breaking up with Sam or staying with the girl that just ruined N.E.R.D. camp for him.

Still, I had a poker face. So this is where Seddie ends.

But no. They managed to put it behind them. Freddie managed to get past it. With one final kiss, I felt a butterfly flutter up inside me. I get it now. Seddie may never be perfect—they will always have a way to disappoint my expectations—but I'm seeing what is supposed to be seen now. These are two very real people who are very much in love, and that's all good.

I have no reason to bother it. I have no reason to support it. But I do support it and I support it a lot. They are the real deal. They are canon. Finally.

With a spoonful of yeast in my mouth, I begin to cry.

It is now the present (A/N: I think iDSAF and iCTI all happened in the first few weeks after iOmg, since iLost My Mind happened only three days after it. So that means all of it must have happened in April, and iLove You must have happened in September on its premiere date, and I'm talking a lot, so let's just say this all happened somewhere in the summer.) and I'm spooning a carton of milk. Pfft. Who needs women when you can have a carton full of a soothing white liquid? Heh.

In a sleeping daze, I suddenly hear something. And then another sound. Lifting my head off of my pillow, I hear some things being shifted around in my living room.

Well then, I think. I better whip out the heavy weaponry. I then of course pull out my duster and get ready to beat some criminals.

I run out of my room, screaming, "HA!" expecting to see someone trying to steal my couch.

I instead see Carly. She appears to be looking through the cabinets. She opens one, moves around things without caring if it clicks or clacks, and then closing it, unsatisfied. She continues to do this, looking around the entire kitchen, not even noticing me.

I look at the clock, and it's 2:00 A.M.

I start to carefully walk toward her. "Carly?"

She still takes no notice of me. Now she's searching through papers on the table. What is she looking for?

"Carly?" I repeat.

Her head snaps up. I'm almost surprised by the rapid light in her eyes. What's the matter with her?

"Carly, what are you looking for?" I ask.

Now a wave of shame and embarrassment hits her eyes. She slowly begins to back up from the table, stiff as a board.

"S-Something's wrong." She stammers out.

"What's wrong?" I ask slowly. I take a step closer, and her eyes widen. She looks thin and trembling. Something is disturbing her, and I wanna find out what.

She disregards the question and continues to search. "I-I can't do that right now! I gotta find it!"

"Find what?" I ask. Sure, Carly has her weird moments once in a while, but nothing on this scale.

Something's wrong…

She continues to search frantically, and I repeat, "Find what? Carly, you can tell me."

She backs up, her eyes full of confusion now. She pauses, her lips slightly moving as if she's trying to come up with a logical response, but she gives up when she whispers, "I don't know."

"So, you don't know what you're searching for…?" I say doubtfully.

Carly's eyes fill with tears.

"Carly—" I begin.

She suddenly rushes up to me, and presses her face against my chest. Her dark hair was ruffled and tangled, as if she's been tossing and turning all night.

"It's over!" She screeches. "It's all over!"

For a second, I wonder if Carly is possessed. I've watched my fair share of demon movies. But she's not acting evil. She's acting incredibly…broken. My God, what happened to her?

"What's all over?" I say, with more force behind it. I need to know what's making my little sister this way.

Carly pulls her face back. Her porcelain skin was stained with tears. "This is going to sound stupid," She whispers, walking away from me, but then turning that into a pace. "Because it is. I have no right saying it…b-but it's true."

"Tell me." My voice sounds scratched with my own tears. I hate seeing people cry. And I don't think the Tickle Monster is going to help Carly right now.

Instead, Carly takes out a piece of paper. No, wait, it's a pack of sticky notes. She shoves it into my hands. "Look," She sobs. "Look at all of them!"

I look at the purple flipbook. I read the first little page, in which every little bit of writing room has been taken up. All over it was a list of dates, times, and locations. Over and over and over. I look at each page, and on each one was the same small font and info. Over and over, all different locations or different dates. Each page was filled up.

"…What is this?" I get out.

There was a wild light in Carly's eyes. "You wanna know?" Her voice sounds bitter.

"…I think so…"

Carly takes a deep breath. "It's every time Sam and Freddie have blown me off."

"What?" I raise my eyebrows. "Carly, why do you have this?"

"Look at me," Carly whispers.

Kay, I'm getting scared now.

"I'm nothing." Was all she says before more tears spill out of her eyes.

"What makes you say that?" I ask softly.

"You know, it never crossed my mind." Carly gives a bitter laugh. "When they kissed at Troubled Waters, I thought it was sweet. Who wouldn't think so? They are finally together—that's good, right?"

I just stare at her.

"But I never thought I'd feel this way. I'm not jealous or anything, but…" The light in Carly's eyes is twisted, rapid, feral. Her next whisper sounds like it's coming from some horror movie. "They're mine."

"What?" Is the only thing that comes out of my mouth, and it sounds twice as dumb as I hoped it wouldn't.

"They're my friends." She hisses. "They don't belong to each other. They are mine. I'm the one who keeps them together!" Sobs are racking her skinny body, making her heave. "And just because they learned how to keep a relationship together—with my help, also—doesn't mean a thing. They can't just leave me." She's shouting now. "They are mine, and I swear, if anyone is going to try and change that, I'll…I'll…"

She collapses to her knees, her body overcome with sobs.

I don't think I've ever seen Carly like this. I don't think I've ever seen anybody like this. This isn't Carly anymore. This is a broken girl that believes she has lost her friends. She wants her friends to be happy—and if that means Seddie, then so be it. But she just wants everything to be back to normal.

This whole dilemma sends me back a couple years ago, where Sam shook me awake in the night. She had told me that if Carly and Freddie started dating, then Sam would be the outcast of the group. I told her that was foolish—wasn't it? Even if Creddie happened, surely that wouldn't happen.

But it did, instead with Sam and Freddie, with Carly being on the other side. Maybe Sam would have been able to handle it better. She'd be torn, but she wouldn't be breaking down.

Or maybe she would be. Losing your friends to something you helped create must be pretty damn bitter.

Now that she's a bit more approachable, I walk up to Carly and crouch down beside her. I gently put my arms around her. "It's okay," I sooth. "It's okay."

"They're mine." She whispers. "They are."

"They always will be." I tell her softly. "Except, now it's easier to keep them in the same room."

"I've lost them." She heaves violently.

"Look at me." I cup her face so she's looking at me. Carly may be the most precious thing to me. And she always will be—she's the only family near me at the moment. She needs me at this moment.

Her tear-streaked eyes meet mine.

"They would never leave you." I say to her. "They are your friends. Just because they are closer now doesn't mean a thing. They just need some time alone. It'll wear off. Soon, it'll be back to normal. But maybe it'll be even better."

"I don't want them to break up." Carly murmurs. "I want them to be happy. But I don't want to lose them."

"You've done so much to keep them together." I tell her with a smile. "They'll always love you for that."

"I hope so." She murmurs.

"Don't worry, kid." I say. "Those two have a bond that no one can truly sever. This whole thing was inevitable—but that's okay. All we can do is trust that they know what comes first." I look up at the ceiling, at the stars that I hadn't bothered to take down. I did remove the moon, though. "They will never leave you. It's always been the three of you. Seddie or not, you three will live on."

It's about time that I confronted the people in question. Since this whole thing started, I never got both of their point of views, right at once. I don't think I ever have, ever! And now that the Honeymoon stage has faded, then I'm free to ask them, right?

I got a speech all whirled up, with years and years of frustration mixed in. They're up for a surprise.

I sent them texts to come over here and waited. Carly wasn't here, so it'll just be me and Seddie and a speech made in Heaven.

Where are they? They said they were going to Freddie's apartment earlier. What's taking them so long to—

Oh God.

They couldn't be…

Could they?

Dear God, dear God, dear God, dear God, I think as I pace around the room. Maybe I should barge in. Just to be sure. But what if I catch them doing—no no no. They can't be. They're clean. Right?

T-They're only Juniors in highschool—they just became Juniors. Right? Right?

No no no no no no no no.

Finally the door opens, and the two mosey on inside in a casual way.

"Hey Spence." They say at once, sitting down on my couch.

I study the two with narrowed eyes. They look clean… Hmm. Maybe they didn't do…that. I hope. I really, really hope.

I go back to my speech.

I cross my arms over my chest and give a tiny smirk. "I thought I'd never see the day."

Freddie gives a little laugh. "What?"

"Oh, you know. Both of you do." I give a surprised face. "Oh, wait. You don't. None of you do."

They exchange confused looks. "Spencer, what are you doing?" Sam asks.

"Something that none of you could ever comprehend." I sit beside Freddie and lean into his face. He moves away, looking embarrassed. "All the wittle children who thought they were so clever. Well, guess what, sweethearts? You two can't keep a secret."

Freddie looks over at Sam. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

"No idea." Sam replies, her eyes fixed on me.

They deserve this. "Aww. What's wrong, you guys? Little confused?"

They both nod, their eyes wide.

I stand up and I point at the computer. "Remember that, Freddie?"

"What?" Freddie blinks.

"Remember? You were standing there, talking/drooling over Carly. And you, Sam"—I point at the door—"You know what you did?"

"I, uh…"

"You walked through that door as if you owned the place." I tell her. "And you saw whom?"

Sam just stares at me bonkers.

"You saw Freddie. Freddie, what did you do?" I turn to him.

"…uh…" They both look at me as if I was high.

"Sixth grade, Freddie. When Sam walked through the door, what did you do?" I repeat.

A glow of recognition awakes in his eyes. "I…I gave her a handshake."

"You sure did. Sam, what did you do?"

"I…uh, you know." She looks away. "I gave him a spitshake."

"That's right!" I sneer. "That is correct!"

They still think I'm crazy.

I point to the staircase. "And over there. I fell. But I heard what you two were saying. Sam was upset about Jonah, and Freddie, you were upset about Valerie. What did you say to Sam, Freddie?"

"…this was all a long time ago." Freddie argues.

"You said to her, you said, 'There are other ways to cure heartbreak'." I say. "But then I cockblocked the moment. My bad."

They look at each other.

"And over there." I say, pointing at the door. "Sam, you were upset about Missy. Freddie, what did you do to help Sam?"

"I…I gave her the School n' Sea thing…" Freddie says. "You know."

"You and Sam were friends, whether you admitted it or not." I say.

Freddie looks away, and Sam puts a hand on his shoulder.

"And look, here." I move over to the door and point at it again. "Over in Freddie's apartment. On his fire escape. What happened?"

Now they're getting it. "Spencer, what are you—"

"What happened?" I snap, before they can finish.

Freddie's voice lowered. "We kissed…ya know, the first time."

"Correct!" I smirk. I move over to the couch again, where they sat stiffly, and point over to the table in the kitchen. "What happened over there? You were all taped up. What happened?"

"Spencer, what are you doing?" Sam snaps. "Are you insane?"

"Yes!" I shriek. "Answer the question! You were taped up. What happened? What did Carly do?"

"S-She asked us about the kiss." Freddie says. "She wanted details, n' stuff like that…"

"But you didn't tell her anything." I say. "You even refused to tell her your feelings towards the kiss." I grin now. Here comes a confession. "Then what?"

"Then what?" They look at each other. "Nothing, really?"

"Oh?" I chuckle, then point to the cabinet. "I heard it all."

"Heard wha—" Freddie cuts himself off. "No way."

"Yes way!" I sneer, going back to the couch and going right in their faces. "That's right! Me, Spencer Shay, tricked you into tellin' me everything. Freddie, you wanted to talk about the kiss. And what did you say, Sam?"

Sam's face is bright red. "That we should just let it go back to the way it was." She mutters. "Because it was mutual. It was mutual then, and Carly finding out didn't change a thing."

"C-C-Correct." I turn to Freddie. "But that's not what you wanted, was it?"

"I don't know what I wanted at the time!" Freddie snaps. "What's the point of this?"

"Zoom forward, I'm in my bed." I say. "Sam, wha—"

"Spencer, don't." Sam hisses. "Don't say it."

"What?" Freddie says, bewildered.

"If you say anymore, I'll give you a royal fizzbin." Sam threatens.

I ignore her threat. I've come too far to get threatened like this. "I'm in bed. Sam, you were upset. Why?"

She attempts to spring at me, but there wasn't much force behind it, as Freddie manages to pull her back down.

"Sam, why were you upset?" Freddie asks. "What happened?"

Sam glares at me. "Just say it, then." She hisses. "You've already done enough."

"I get shaken awake in the middle of the night." I say. "Sam, why?"

"Because…" She mutters. "I…I saw you." She half-says to Freddie.

"Saw me doing what?" He asks.

"Apparently, Carly and Freddie were getting closer." I say in my storybook voice. "Only thing is, they had a little witness."

"Witness to what?" Freddie blinks.

"…the slow dance…" Sam's voice is barely audible. "You know."

Freddie's face pales. "Oh my God, Sam…you saw that? Why didn't you tell—"

"She was upset, and confided in me. Why did you confide in me, Sam?" I say.

Sam was close to snapping. "Cuz I thought…you know. That, um, if you guys dated, then…then what? I'd be just…you know, on the outside."

Freddie's eyes soften. "Sam, you know I'd never—"

"Save the gushy emotions for later. Story-time isn't over." I tell them. They look over at me. "So, Carly and Freddie date. They break up. Then what, Freddie?"

"What?" He blinks at me.

"I talked to you. What happened?"

"We just said how we'll have to get over it. And you asked if I'd be okay." His eyebrows furrow together. "You dropped a picture…" His facial expression turns to exasperation. "I bet you did that on purpose, too."

"Of course I did." I scoff. "But that's not all, though. Then what?"

"I…I knew what you were saying." He whispers. "Even if I didn't get it at the time. So I kinda, like, you know. Let you know that I knew."

"What?" Sam wasn't following.

"You shook your wristband. What color was that wristband, Freddie?" I ask.

"…it was purple, right? I think so…" He's trying to think.

"Oh, but isn't that what your fans consider the Seddie color to be?" I smirk.

They are probably wondering how I remember all this.

"So then what?" I say. "We remake Carly's room. Sam, you jumped on Freddie." I don't think I should repeat this because it's embarrassing but after all the waiting they put me through, they deserve it. "And what happened to you, Freddie?"

Freddie blushes beet red. It's a winning reaction. "Spencer, I don't think we should go over that…detail."

"What detail?" Sam asks. "I want to know!"

"No-oh, you don't." Freddie insists. "Spencer, please."

I begin to say, "You got a ere—"

"Please." He half-begs to me.

I roll my eyes. "Fine. I guess I'll let it slide."

Sam turns to Freddie and says, "You're gonna tell me later."

In order to stop a different conversation, I say, "So, fast forward to when I was obsessed with pranking. I made you smack into a glass wall. Sam, what did you say to me?"

"That I liked you." She says without a blink. I guess that's because she's over me now. "You know, a little."

"Right. And how did you feel, Freddie?" I turn to him.

"Oh, you know…" He gives an embarrassed laugh. "Not so great."

"Would one say…jealous?"

Sam looks over at Freddie, her eyebrows raised suggestively. "Really?"

"Well, I dunno. Maybe. Maybe not. I kinda…didn't know what to think at the time." Freddie hangs his head.

"Well, that little episode after Sam jumped on you begs to differ—"

"Spencer!"

I roll my eyes. "So, then, we meet your crazy fans. Suddenly, all sorts of Seddie fanfiction started to pop up right after Webicon. Why?"

They exchange a glance. "We don't know."

I smirk. "Because I talked to them."

"You talked to our fans?" Sam echoes.

"That's right. And with that, more Seddie shippers came." I clear my throat and readjust. "Now here comes the fun part."

A flash of fear enters both their eyes.

"Sam, Freddie, we all know that Sam started liking Freddie after she shoved him into a fire hydrant." I look at Sam. "When we didn't know, you simply apologized for it." I turn to Freddie. "Were you confused?"

"Well, obviously." He says.

"So then, we find out that apparently Sammy loves Brad." I look at them. "How did that make you guys feel?" I feel like a therapist.

"Pissed, because I didn't like him." Sam says.

I look at Freddie. "How about you?"

Freddie looks away. "I didn't want to help Carly." He mutters. "But Carly had a point. Brad was a good bet."

"You were so sure." I sneer. "So, so sure. But then it all just blew the brains right out of both your skulls."

"That's a way to put it…" Freddie mumbles.

"So, Sam, after revealing your feelings, you ran." I say.

"I know what I did." Sam mutters.

"You disappear. Freddie, I found you near my apartment. What did I say to you?"

"You basically told me to look for her." He says. "So I did. With no avail."

"Technically, yes, you did find her later." I say. I look at Sam. "There was nowhere for you to go. You, Samantha Puckett, for once in your entire life, were weak. Your fate was in someone else's hands." I tip my head to one side. "You didn't like that, did you?"

Sam doesn't reply, her bloody gaze saying it all.

"But you did, didn't you?" I say to Freddie.

"Not at first," He mutters. "I hated it. I don't like to see anyone that…vulnerable."

"But you were cocky at the end."

"Because I knew…" Freddie looks over at Sam. "H-How I was feeling."

An "aww" threatens to escape Sam's lips.

"Not yet!" I interrupt. I sit on the table and look at them with a smile. "And now we're here." I look around the room and say, "You know what's funny? Because while you two were bickering—no. While you two were living out all of those moments—every single one—you know what I saw?"

"What?" They look at me.

"I saw this." I point at them, the two people who were snuggled close together as they watched a mad-man ramble about their lives. "I saw this future. And you know what? I was right."

"So, wait." Sam holds her hands out. "Lemme get this straight. You basically thought that we were gonna get together this entire time?"

"Ever since you two met." I say softly. "I saw it. I knew it."

We're all quiet for a long time. Finally Freddie says, "How?"

"How what?"

"How did you see through all the bickering?" He asks plaintively.

I give him a look. "It's easy to see."

"No one else saw it, though." Sam points out.

"Well, I gotz skills." Is all I say. Then, I stand up and say, "Well, I must say, this has been an incredible journey. But it's not over yet."

Sam and Freddie exchange a glance. For once, the first time ever, I feel a pang of jealously. Sometimes I wish that there was someone in my life that I could look at that way. Someone that I'm sure I love. Why did these two teenagers find it before I did?

They begin to move towards the door.

"One more thing," I say.

They turn around. "What?"

I have a poker face for about five seconds, but then it breaks. "I knew it! I knew it!"

Sam chuckles. "Yeah. I guess you did."

"You know," Freddie says softly. "I never did, um, thank you. For talking to me about those things every once in a while. Even if they were proof towards… 'Seddie'." He makes quotations with his hands.

"Yeah…sorry I shook you awake." Sam says hastily.

"It's all good." I say softly. As they leave, I simply shake my head and give a little laugh. The speech was beautiful—it was so great to call them out on all of that. It's been buried for too long.

Even as things mellow down, I know things won't be the same. No matter what happens, nothing will ever go back to from before the game ended. No, the game wasn't just ended—the game was nuked. No matter what path they take, it will always be something different.

What will happen, then? What road will they take? The story isn't over. Where will Seddie go now?

Dunno. But I guess I'll just lie here and not ponder about the future. There's no reason to. Not until I savor my rightness. Because, ladies and gentlemen, I was right about Seddie. I knew it. But I guess it's not a big deal. It doesn't matter to me. You know why?

I don't probe.

(A/N: Well, I must say. This was my favorite iCarly story to write. I actually tried to hold off writing it so it could last longer. But that never works—I had all the parts played out in my head. But then when I wrote them, it didn't seem as great as it was in my head. I'm crazy, I know.

While I did enjoy writing it, I'm not sure if the quality was that good. Most of it seemed like mindless ranting throughout the fanfic rather than an actual story. But I stated in the first chapter that the POV will be shown through an unreliable narrator, so I guess this makes it okay.

Thank you to all that read. Reviews keep me going—even if it is a small "I like this; please keep going" I still get a thrill.

If, let's say, a Seddie episode comes along soon, then I might actually revisit this. I know there's an episode coming up soon called iBalls [Yes, I know, the title is hysterical. It stands for eyeballs, but we all know that's not what everyone thinks that first.] where Freddie hires a new tech producer and co-hosts with Sam because A.) Carly's gone for a little while due to Miranda's schedule and B.) He's not so nerdy anymore.

If there's a suggestive amount of Seddie in it, like, enough that you don't have to squint to look for hints, then maybe I could do a chapter about the break-up [something I hate] and then one about the new episode. But if there's hardly any Seddie, then forget it, it ain't worth it.

Well, thanks again for all the support. It was all really fun and I enjoyed where it took me. Spencer is so awesome. C: )