So, finally, I can say that this story is finished, even though it sucked. Sorry.

Enjoy.

10 Years Later

"Hi, Dylan!" ten year old, Carly, waved at him from the floor before turning back to what she had been doing. She groaned and tugged at the teddy bear her younger sister held in her small hands.

"Tori, let Carly's bear go." Dylan ordered. The six year olds fingers released the ears of the stuffed animal and pouted.

Dylan rolled his eyes and entered the kitchen where Sam was preparing dinner. She looked up from the spaghetti she was cooking and smiled. "Hey, kid,"

"Hi." He said curtly.

"What's with the attitude?" she scoffed, turning to the meat sizzling in the pan beside the pot of noodles.

"My girlfriend—"

"You have a girlfriend?" she cut him off. "Is she pretty?"

"Yes, mom – Sam," he grunted, dragging his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Sam's body tensed. "What?"

"She wants to meet you guys and I want her to meet my parents, too, but I don't know if the lady I introduce as my mother is really my mom." He babbled, shrugging off his leather jacket and slinging it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs.

"Hey, I'm home." Freddie smiled, walking into the room. "Ooh, garlic bread," he took a piece off the cookie pan and bit into it, looking between Sam and Dylan. "What, no 'hi, dad', or 'sup Fredweird'?"

"Dylan," Sam started, moving the food off the burners and turning to him.

"Where are my parents?" he demanded sternly, crossing his arms.

Sam looked to Freddie urgently, practically begging for his help with her eyes.

"Baby, you knew this was gonna happen." He said softly, leaning on the counter next to her.

"All my friends said that I look nothing like you, and they're right. But for as long as I can remember, you've always been there. So why were you my mom? Why did my parents leave—?"

"They didn't do it on purpose!" Sam defended them.

"Then, where are they?" he cried.

"Carly was named after your mom." Freddie told him.

"Who is my mom?"

"Your parents…passed away when you were a baby." Sam whispered, watching his reaction carefully.

"So, I was adopted?" he swallowed.

"I was your god-mother. Your mom was my best friend." She shrugged. "They died in a car accident a few months after you were born. That's why you never knew them."

Freddie sighed as Dylan sat at the kitchen table. "Listen, bud, it's not like you were abandoned or kidnapped."

"Did you know my parents?" he asked, looking up at him.

"Yes, Carly, Gibby, Sam and I all went to high school together." He answered with a nod.

"Gibby?"

"Your dad," Sam smiled.

"My dad's name was Gibby?" he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "He must've been a total weirdo."

"You're right," Sam nodded.

"Total weirdo," Freddie laughed.

Dylan fell silent, staring at the floor as he slouched back in his chair.

"Dylan, do you wanna see your parents?" Sam wondered, laying a hand on his arm.

He looked up at her. "Yeah…"

"I'll go get my laptop," Freddie said as he left the room.

Dylan watched Sam walk back to the counter and mix the spaghetti noodles, sauce and meat together. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I'm sorry, mom. I love you."

"You're such a momma's boy," she cooed, turning around and pinching his cheek. He glared at her. "Just like your dad. Wait, have I ever said that you're awesome?"

"Once or twice," he shrugged smugly.

"Oh my, gosh, I'm Gibby's mom!"

"You should be proud of that," Freddie scoffed as he entered the room with Carly and Tori on his heels. "Gibby's mom aged gracefully. In high school, she was hot – I should stop talking now."

Dylan sat at the table again and Carly hopped into his lap as Freddie searched through the iCarly files in search for a video with Carly and Gibby, Tori jumping into Sam's lap where she sat beside him.

"Hey, I'm Carly!"

"And I'm Sam!

"And this is iCarly!"

Done. And I'm probably finished with writing iCarly fics for all eternity. Review?

I'm sorry, guys, I know y'all were probably expecting something so much better, but I just threw the last two chapters together and gave up on the story. I know, I probably shouldn't have, but I have other stuff to work on and this is driving me crazy. Sorry.

"Cause it don't mean nothin', the words that they say. Don't mean nothin', these games that people play. No, it don't mean nothin'. No victim, no crime. It don't mean nothin', till you sign it on the dotted line."

-Rachel