Disclaimer: I own not the characters, situations or locations from the Nickelodeon series iCarly. They are copyrighted by either the network or Dan Schneider. (Don't know which and don't care. I only know that I don't and I'm not getting paid for writing these stories.) I also don't own the rights to the song used in chapter 1. I only write these stories using the characters and such for my own, and your, enjoyment.

Author's Note: This is my take on the final episode of the television show iCarly. I think there were just too many questions left hanging by Mr. Schneider and company as to what would happen to the characters in the future. (An obvious ploy just in case the series is ever picked up again or they do a special reunion movie.)

Why did Carly kiss Freddie in the studio and then leave for Italy with her father? Was she simply teasing him, leading him on or telling him that she wanted to get together with him after she returned from abroad? I think it was all just one big tease. Freddie should have gotten angry at Carly for leading him on, getting his hopes up and then left him dangling in the wind. (And then the pathetic silent cheer from him? The wimp!)

Sam was left just riding around Seattle, using up the only tank of gas she could probably afford while Spencer faded into the background with his flaming squirrel camera. (And Gibby was left in tears with his pet weasel.)

The ending was a major disappointment to me so I wrote this story. The beginning comes directly from the final episode with a tiny bit of insight into the characters thoughts, but quickly spins off in the direction I think it should have.

Enjoy.

Xxxxxx

BFB

Chapter 1

The Song

Xxxxxx

"You got the right choke knob!?" Spencer Shay yelled in glee as he raced over to the motorcycle sitting next to the kitchen island counter that Samantha "Sam" Puckett had just unveiled, and quickly looked over the now pristine machine.

Sam did a little victory shuffle as she rightfully boasted, "Mamma get's the job done."

Spencer was simply flabbergasted as he sat astride the like-new, fully restored 1964 Sterling motorcycle that he and Sam had been working on for almost a week so that Socko, Spencer's one and only adult friend, could give it to his cousin Ryder Daniels as a birthday present. How Socko was planning to transport the cycle down south to Hollywood, Spencer neither knew nor cared. The motorcycle was in 'showroom new' condition once again so his involvement in the project was finished.

Sam was stoked, too. She'd put in quite a few hours working on the cycle, not to mention fooling the bike shop owner so she could purchase the correct choke knob. (Who paints and decorates rocks as a hobby, anyway?) But she wanted to be there when Socko gave the bike away so she asked, "So, when's Socko giving it to his cousin?"

Spencer's demeanor flattened out as he sat up erect on the bike and sadly said, "Um, that would be never."

It was Sam's turn to be flabbergasted. All the hard work she'd put in and now there wouldn't be any payoff? "Whatdaya mean never?"

Spencer idly tested the action of the clutch as he answered, "Well, Socko called a little while ago and told me he and his cousin got into a big fight, and now he's not giving Ryder the motorcycle. Socko said it had something to do with the way Ryder hooked up with a girl, only to use her to get a good grade in class at Hollywood Art's High School and then he'd dump 'em. Then he'd move on to another girl who could help in one of his other classes."

Dismay would probably be an apt description of the way Sam took the news. Well, that and a bit of anger filled her voice as she anguished, "So we did all this work for nothin!?" She tightly griped the wrench she was holding, maybe thinking about using it on Ryder Daniels for being such a boneheaded skunk-bag. (Or maybe just hitting the bike a few times to vent her frustration. That option was quickly nixed at the idea of damaging such a fine piece of motorcycle excellence.)

Spencer saw the murderous look in Sam's eyes and, terrified, suggested, "Maybe you should put the wrench down." He certainly didn't want to end up on the wrong end of the tool, and knowing Sam's tendencies for violence it just might happen if he didn't defuse the situation immediately.

Sam paused for a few seconds, warring with her desire to do Socko's cousin a bit of bodily harm and, just maybe, letting it go like Spencer wanted. She finally decided to do the grownup thing and tossed the wrench onto the couch. She turned to Spencer and questioned, "So what's Socko gonna do with the bike?"

The lanky artist got off the motorcycle, moved to stand beside his sister's best friend to lovingly gaze at the piece of motorcycle perfection and nonchalantly shrugged, "He said I could keep it."

Now, 'floored' was an expression Sam would normally use in a completely different context, namely when she punched someone and they went down. You know, the literal sense of the word. But now she was figuratively floored by what Spencer had just said. She wasn't sure if she'd heard him right so she begged, "He just gave you the coolest motorcycle on the planet?! For free?!"

Spencer stood there in the classic thinking man pose, rubbing his chin as he confirmed, "Um-hum. But... I don't think I'm gonna keep it."

Sam knew Spencer still had his own motorcycle, even though 'Mr. Pee-Wee Baby' Griffin had crashed it a few years ago. It'd taken a couple of weeks and a bit of sweat and bloody knuckles before the cycle was ride-worthy again. That'd been three years ago and the bike still wasn't in the best of shape so Sam couldn't believe Spencer would willingly not want to upgrade to a better motorcycle.

"You're gonna sell it?" she incredulously questioned.

"Nah," Spencer shrugged and turned to face Sam. He nonchalantly stated, "I'm gonna give it away."

"What?! Are you insane?! Give it away to who?" Sam decided that Spencer must still be delirious after Lewbert had sneezed on him and made the artist as sick as a dog. He seemed nearly recovered, but still...

Spencer couldn't hide his joy any more as a small smile broke out and he softly said, "You."

"Wha?" the blond teen was once again floored. (Maybe a little... well, a lot more than before.) "W-Why would you give it to me?"

Spencer's smile grew as he simply stated, "Because you're a great best friend to my little sister... And you got a good heart... And you deserve it." He dropped the keys into her hand.

Yep. Sam definitely now knew a new meaning of the word 'floored', which she definitely was. She was torn between jumping on the motorcycle and riding it around the apartment or jumping on Spencer to show her gratitude. As much fun as riding the bike around the apartment would be she opted for the second idea. (The apartment was big but not that big. She never get it over two or three miles per hour before having to slow down to turn. That'd be no fun!) Sam suddenly leapt onto Spencer, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his hips and planted a big sloppy kiss on the lanky artist's lips.

Spencer was totally surprised by Sam's highly overt show of gratitude. Normally she'd just mouth a quick 'thanks' and move on. (If she even did that much. Sam wasn't one to outwardly show gratitude to anyone. She was civil to Carly, but to everyone else...) Now that being said, Spencer didn't mind his sister's best friend molesting him, even though she was twelve years younger than him. He figured she had finally maturing a little and was starting to mellow out a bit from her usual spontaneous outbursts. After all, the eighteen year old blonde had had a few boyfriends over the last few years so she probably was growing up and learning how to show a bit of gratitude in new and different ways.

But this was starting to get a little awkward. Sam's lips hadn't moved from his for close to a minute and it didn't look like she was going to let up any time soon. As a matter of fact, Sam's kisses were getting more passionate as her tongue was seeking admittance to Spencer's mouth and her hips started undulating against his crotch.

"Sam," Spencer grunted out of the side of his closed mouthed, not wanting to let her tongue gain entrance as he tried to disentangle himself from her powerful grasp.

It must've been enough to bring the blond teen out of whatever lusty haze she had been in. Sam jumped away from Spencer, wiped her mouth on the back of her sleeve and with wide panicked eyes muttered, "Ummm, thanks for the bike."

"At least Sam has the decency to blush a little after jumping my bones like that," Spencer thought as her face took on the hue of an perfectly ripe tomato. "Um, no problem," Spencer waived it off. He was still a bit out of it from the kiss which he'd thoroughly enjoyed, but he was able to ask, "Ummm, Do you wanna take her out for a ride?"

"I'd love to!" Sam enthused before her face fell into despair. "But I don't got a helmet." She meekly begged, "Can I borrow yours?"

"No," Spencer scoffed before he brightened with an idea. "But I do have an extra helmet." He quickly dashed off to his room and immediately returned with a brightly colored safety helmet. "You can use my 'Firecracker Dance' helmet."

Sam recognized the gaudily decorated, open-faced helmet right away. When they'd first started the iCarly web show, she and Carly had asked their audience to send in a video of the viewers dancing and Spencer wanted to get in on the action with his Firecracker Dance. Sam had snidely joked that the helmet made him look like a Ladybug.

"I don't wanna look like no frickin' bug," Sam scowled. "Not when I'm riding the baddest bike in the world."

"Welllll," Spencer pondered for a few seconds as he tossed the helmet in the air one-handed a coupla times before he came up with a plan. "Hey! How about we strip this bad boy and then you can paint it any way you want to?"

"Yeah, that'll work," Sam enthused. She and Spencer were both highly artistic so it wouldn't be a problem.

They went straight to work. Between a power sander and a paint scraping tool they had the helmet down to the bare fiberglass shell in no time. Of course the small pile of colorful debris they'd scraped off immediately caught on fire; Spencer's latent pyrotechnical abilities showing up at the most inopportune of moments, as usual.

As Sam doused the small fire with a handy fire extinguisher, Spencer went to work spraying on a black base coat of paint. Sam liked the basic black look so she decided to not do anything else to the helmet except maybe polish it until it shined. (And besides, it matched the color of the bike.) The quick-drying paint did its job and the two were on the road in no time with Sam on the Sterling and Spencer accompanying her on his own motorcycle.

The short maiden ride was thoroughly enjoyed by both Spencer and Sam. The lanky artist always loved the freedom he felt while riding his motorcycle and Sam really dug the sensual, thrumming vibrations between her legs from the powerful machine.

When Spencer and Sam got back to the apartment they found his sister Carly dressed for the dance but moping on the sofa, licking a spatula covered with cake batter. They both knew Sam should be the one to care for the web hostess since Spencer was still a little exhausted from his bout with the 'Lewbert Infection' and, being a clueless guy, he had absolutely no idea how to comfort a mopy female. He snuck off to his bedroom to lie down while Sam quickly went to the kitchen, grabbed a container of store-bought frosting from one of the cabinets and moved back over to sit with her friend.

Carly really appreciated Sam's gesture but she was still upset, so after a few mouthfuls of icing she started to head to her bedroom. Carly was immediately brought out of her funk when the door opened and her father, Colonel Steven Shay, walked in smiling warmly at his daughter. "Did someone want to go to a dance?" he asked.

Xxxxxx

The 'Crazy Hat/Spaghetti Taco Party' was still going strong, a Karaoke machine supplying the tunes, when Carly and her father arrived back at the apartment after the dance. The normal greetings and banter were exchanged and Sam, casting a sly eye Spencer's way, suggested that they do some Karaoke and that she had the perfect song to lead it off. She grabbed the mic and cued up the song before turning and looking directly at Carly.

Call you up when I know he's at home,
I jump out of my skin when he picks up the phone
Why can't I tell if he's looking at me?
Should I give him a smile?
Should I get up and leave?
I know it's strange, I don't know what I'm thinking
But is it wrong if I see him this weekend
I really hope I can get him alone
I just don't, don't want her to know

Sam started to wildly bounce and shimmy around as she sang the chorus.

Yeah Yeah Yeeeeaaah
My best friend's brother is the one for me
Yeah Yeah Yeeeeaaah
A full time artist and he's 6 foot 3
I don't want to, but I want to,
Cause I just can't get him out of mind and
Yeah Yeah Yeeeeaaah

My best friend's brother is the one for me
BFB, BFB
My best friend's brother, my best friend's brother

The change in lyric didn't go unnoticed by Carly and her father, but they held their tongue for the time being.

I kinda think that I might be his type
Because if you're not around, he's not actin' too shy
Sometimes I feel like he might make a move
Is this all in my head?
I don't know what to do
I know it's strange, I don't know what he's thinking
But is it wrong if I see him this weekend
I really hope I can get him alone
I just don't, don't want her to know

Yeah Yeah Yeeeeaaah
My best friend's brother is the one for me
Yeah Yeah Yeeeeaaah
A full time artist and he's 6 foot 3
I don't want to, but I want to,
Cause I just can't get him out of mind and
Yeah Yeah Yeeeeaaah
My best friend's brother is the one for me
BFB, BFB
My best friend's brother, my best friend's brother
BFB, BFB
My best friend's brother, my best friend's brother

Cause he's such a dream
Yeah
And you know what I mean
If you weren't related

Even by now, Freddie noticed the changed line in the lyrics and had his suspicions that Sam might be crushing on Spencer for some unknown reason. But then again, Sam was a proud, professed liar so she just might be messing with everyone.

And what about Gibby and T-Bo, you ask? Well, the Groovy Smoothie manager was just enjoying the music. (Even if it wasn't hip hop or Jamaican reggae.)

Gibby, on the other hand, wasn't even paying attention. He was worrying about his newly acquired pet weasel and was thinking about heading home to check up on the furry critter.

Yeah Yeah Yeeeeaaah
My best friend's brother is the one for me
Yeah Yeah Yeeeeaaah
A full time artist and he's 6 foot 3
I don't want to, but I want to
Cause I just can't get him out of mind and
Yeah yeah Yeeeeaaah
My best friend's brother is the one for me
BFB, BFB
My best friend's brother, my best friend's brother
BFB, BFB
My best friend's brother, my best friend's brother

Sam was definitely pumped after finishing the song. Everyone else in the apartment was, well stunned wouldn't be too strong enough of a word.

"Well?" Sam joyfully begged, setting down the microphone while trying to gauge everyone's reaction.

Carly was the first to shake off the shock she was in. She angrily grabbed Sam by the arm and growled, "My room. Now!" as she dragged her blond friend up the stairs.

Colonel Shay was fast on the heels of his daughter as he firmly took Spencer by the elbow and said, "We need to talk," and walked the lanky artist to the downstairs bedroom.

T-Bo looked to Gibby and Freddie, the only other people in the room and asked, "What just happened?"

"I dunno," the rotund, sometimes iCarly actor shrugged, a perplexed look on his face. "I'm still getting over the news that Spencer isn't Carly's father."

"Yeah, about that," T-Bo shook his head in disbelief. "I always thought the same thing but I guess we were both wrong. Anyway, do you want to play a game?" He picked up the prop ax controller for the video game still cued up on the television and made a few chopping moves.

"Nah," Gibby waved him off as he turned and made his way to the front door. "I need to go home and check on my pet weasel."

"You got a pet weasel?" T-Bo begged in astonishment as he swiftly followed Gibby out the door. "You know, I always wanted a beaver as a pet. A big old fat one with sharp buck teeth and..." His rant was cut off as the door closed behind him.

Freddie stood there, still totally poleaxed by what'd just happened. Sam Puckett had just overtly stated that she was romantically interested in Spencer Shay and Freddie didn't know what to think about it. Sure, Sam had shown interest in the male of the species before, but they were always guys who were the same age as her. (She'd even showed interest in Freddie for a while but that hadn't work out.) The idea of Sam and Spence kissing, or worse nakedly making out, really weirded him out.

The muffled voices of Carly and Sam drifting down from Carly's bedroom from the floor above, and Spencer and his father coming from Spencer's bedroom down the short hallway, finally shook Freddie out of his thoughts. He looked around the apartment and noticed that he was the only one there. With nothing better to do, Freddie started to clean up the party mess. (After chowing down on a couple more spaghetti tacos. He knew his mother didn't approve of the supposedly decadent food so now would be the only time he'd get to eat his fill.)

Xxxxxx

Carly slammed the door behind her as she angrily rounded on her blond friend. "Just what was that supposed to be downstairs?"

"It was a song, Carls," Sam joked with a broad grin as she sat down on the bed and laid back, arms smugly folded behind her head like she'd just gotten away with a major prank. "It's what you sing when a Karaoke song is playing."

"No, that song said you have a crush on my brother," Carly shot back, still angry at her blond friend for not telling her beforehand about the crush. "Why didn't you tell me you liked Spencer? You just don't announce something like that with a song. That goes against Girl Code where you're suppose to ask permission from the sister first before you pursue your best friend's brother."

Sam propped herself up on her elbows and shrugged, "Well, it just sorta happened today when he gave me the motorcycle. I suddenly realized that Spence is a great guy and I really like-like him. He knows me better than anyone, except maybe you, and he accepts me for who I am. Plus, he really needs a steady girlfriend."

"He does go through girlfriends like a duck swims through water," Carly laughed at her brother's problem keeping a steady girlfriend, her temper rapidly dissipating when she realized that the Girl Code was now being satisfied with this talk. The song was just Sam's forward way of thinking and asking permission.

"Yeah," Sam laughed along with her friend. "I don't think Spence has been with a girl for more than a few days before she either dumps him or simply disappears from his life."

"That is soooo true," Carly wistfully sighed before she became pensive. "But, what makes you think Spencer will go out with you?"

"I dunno Carls," Sam sighed as she fell back onto the bed and absently looked up at the ceiling. "I mean we have a lot in common. We're both artistic and kinda creative, and like motorcycles... And we both like the same kinds of TV shows like Girly Cow and Celebs Underwater."

"Yeah but he's twelve years older than we are," Carly countered. "That could be a major obstacle."

"I don't think so," Sam said as she rolled over onto her stomach and swung around to face Carly at the foot of the bed. "Spence doesn't act his age, he acts more our age."

"Well, you still shoulda talked to me first," Carly weakly protested.

"I was gonna," the blonde smirked, "but the opportunity was there and I just went for it." She sat up on the edge of the bed, held her arms wide open and asked, "Still BFs?"

"Yeah," Carly laughed in relief as she sat down and latched onto her blonde friend for a warm hug.

Xxxxxx

Colonel Shay rounded on his son after shutting the door and demanded, "Why did Sam change the lyrics of the song? Do you have something to tell me?"

"You noticed the lyrics change?" Spencer yelped in confusion. "How?"

"I may be your father but I have command over a crew of men that are younger than you, and they play their music during their down time. I've heard the song before."

"Yeah, I guess," Spencer ceded his father's point.

"That's beside the point," Colonel Shay said with a heavy sigh, wanting to confront his son about something else that'd been nagging at him for years. "But there are a few other things we need to clear up first. Why didn't you tell me you quit law school?"

"I thought you'd be disappointed in me," Spencer explained, looking slightly abashed. "I was never cut out to be a lawyer."

The Colonel blew a quick breath out through his nose to calm himself before he asked, "Okay, I can understand that. You'd make a terrible lawyer. So, how is your artwork doing?"

"I sell a piece now and then and get the occasional commission," Spencer winced, "but it's not enough to live on. But with you paying the rent and utilities here I'm doing okay. I'm able to bring in enough money to cover our food and other needs."

"That's good," Colonel Shay let out a small proud smile before his stern, military demeanor arose once again. "Now getting back to what just happened, Sam confessed she has a crush on you. What are you gonna do about it?"

"I don't know," Spencer anxiously huffed as he heavily sat down on his bed and scrubbed his face with his hands. He relayed the story of Socko's gift for his cousin Ryder and the surprise thanks Sam had given to him after he gave the bike to her. He looked to his father as he finished, "I really didn't see it coming."

"Do you think her feelings are real?"

"I..." Spencer paused as he thought about it for a few seconds before continuing, "...I really don't know. I mean, she has been growing up and has had a few boyfriends over the last few years. Maybe she's matured enough to realize the situation. I know she's a good kid but she doesn't think things through, so maybe this is just a spur of the moment deal. Maybe it was just gratitude for the bike."

"I don't think it is," the Colonel sighed as he sat down beside his son on the bed and placed a fatherly hand on his shoulder. "I watch Carly's web show whenever I can and Sam's flippant demeanor always changes whenever you are mentioned or are on the show. I think her feelings for you are real."

"But I'm so much older than Sam," Spencer suddenly yelped as if he'd just thought about it.

"Yes, you're twelve years older than Sam," Colonel Shay softly stated, "but that shouldn't matter. Love has no age limits; It doesn't consider race, creed or color either. That's why some young guys love 'cougars' and many young women go for older men. That's just the way it is sometimes."

"Soooo..." Spencer didn't know where to go from here. His father didn't seem adverse with him dating Sam but he still wasn't sure what to do.

The Colonel seemed to understand where Spencer was coming from, so he said, "I think you need to talk to Sam and get all the facts before you do anything rash, like break her heart or jump into bed with her."

"You're right, Dad. Thanks."

"And I think you need to have Freddie set up a web site to show off and sell your artwork," Steven Shay suggested. "You need to think globally, not just locally."

Spencer slapped his forehead in an 'AH HA' gesture and moaned, "Now why didn't I think of that!"

The Colonel gently laughed as he mentioned, "I'm surprised the iCarly website hasn't been flooded with requests to buy the 'Merry Sniffmas" tree or any of your other sculptures that have been shown on the show over the years. I would have thought some clothing store would've snap up that huge pair of blue jeans right away just to draw customers in."

Xxxxxx

The first floor of the apartment was clean once again. Freddie turned and watched from the couch as Sam and Carly walked down the stairs and, at the same time, Spencer and his father emerged from the downstairs bedroom.

"Carly, Freddie," the Colonel said in a voice that sounded more like an order than a suggestion, "why don't you show me this Groovy Smoothie shop I've heard so much about."

The young brunette first looked questioningly to her blond friend, then to her brother and Freddie before turning to her father and said, "Um, sure."

As the two young teens started to leave with Colonel Shay, Sam started to follow. The Colonel stopped the blonde at the door and ordered, "Not you Samantha. You stay here with Spencer."

Xxxxxx

Author's Questions:

Is Ryder Daniels Socko's cousin? Why hasn't any of the other writer on this site seen the possible connection between the two Dan Wrap shows? (I might have missed it since I haven't read all of the iCarly stories here on fanfic, but it does fit the profile of Socko's family where the first name describes their occupation.)

Why hasn't the idea of a website to sell Spencer's art been mentioned before? It's the obvious thing to do.

I've seen only one other fanfic story here using the song "Best Friend's Brother" from VicTorious in conjunction with a Spam story and it was mainly the song with a few piddly lines interspersed here and there. It didn't really delve into the many possible scenarios that could play off the song, so here's my version.

Oh, and if you ask my opinion, the 1975 Triumph motorcycle is the best around. I once rode my friend's '75 Triumph 750 cc and I almost got a ticket for not coming to a complete stop at a stop sign since my feet didn't come off the pegs. I had to demonstrate to the Police Officer that I didn't need to put a foot down on the road when I came to a full stop, that the bike was just that well balanced. I smugly sat on the stationary bike, with feet on the pedals, for ten whole seconds before he let me go.

The final chapter follows so turn the page.