A/N: Sorry about the cliffy, i couldn't resist. Please enjoy the conclusion.
Revelation
"I'm sorry Sam, but you lost your bet."
Sam twisted her face in confusion, "What the heck are you talking about Benson?" She was now starting to get pissed.
He pilled out fifty dollars and held it out for her. "Your bet with Rip-Off-Rodney. You lost."
She glared at him. "You know what Dipward, I don't have time for your games." She attempted to get past him to leave through the window but he continued blocking her. "Move your butt, Benson!" she yelled.
He glared back at her. "Make me."
She lunged for him but he grabbed both her wrists. She kicked him in his shin but he still managed to hold on. She then bent her head and bit him on his right hand. He screamed in pain and let go. She grinned at her accomplishment. Freddie narrowed his eyes, trying to stare her down, but she stared right back. He grabbed her arm with his free arm and pushed her against the railing for the stair of the fire escape. He let go his right hand, reached for his back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She scowled at the appearance of the handcuffs then fought him for it. He leaned his body against hers, keeping her pinned against the railing. He used his left arm, which was still holding her right wrist and forced her arm behind her. He reached around her, with great difficulty, and lashed one side of the handcuff to her right wrist. She stood there in shock at the fact he was able to get one side on. He took this opportunity with her guard down to snap the other cuff to the next wrist. She was now secured to the railing.
He stepped back admiring his feat. She tried to kick out at him, but her legs were too short. He chuckled at her predicament.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE BENSON!" she growled.
"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!" he yelled back.
"NO AND YOU CANT MAKE ME!"
Freddie smirked. "Wanna bet?" She looked at him puzzled at he reached on the other side of the window on the ground. Her eyes grew when she saw what he had in his hand.
"DON'T YOU DARE FREDDIE! IF YOU USE THAT I'LL KILL YOU! YOUR CRAZY MOTHER WILL NEVER…MMM…MMMMMM…!" Freddie had duct tape her mouth shut.
"Now you will listen to me," he commanded.
She continued struggling against the handcuffs and trying to speak. He leaned one arm on the far edge of the window still and looked at her.
"As I was saying earlier, you lost your bet with Rodney. As I recall, you bet that I would choose Carly over you so…"
Sam stood still looking at Freddie. She made no attempt to speak or break free of the shackles.
"Do you understand what I am telling you?" Freddie asked.
She nodded.
"Do you promise to calm down so that we can speak?"
She nodded again.
"Fine." He gently removed the tape from her mouth.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED WITH YOU AND CARLY IN THE CLOSET? WHY DID YOU CHOOSE ME? LET ME GO YOU LITTLE PRIC…MMMMM!" Freddie covered her mouth again with the duct tape.
"I thought I told you to calm down?" She glared at him. "You know what? I talk, you listen. As for your first question…"
…
Carly saw Freddie turning the corner, approaching her. As he neared, she quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the janitor's closet. Freddie was caught by surprise and soon found himself face to face with the brunette within the small confines of the closet. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him on for a kiss. After overcoming the initial shock of the kiss, Freddie pushed her away.
"What the heck Carly!" he exclaimed. He spat a bit on the floor before wiping her lip gloss off his lips on her sleeve.
Carly's mouth dropped at Freddie's reaction to her kiss. "Wow. You really are in love with Missy."
"Are you kidding? You know Shay, for a smart girl you really are a dunce at times! I ABSOLUTELY HATE MISSY! I only said that to get everyone of our backs. Do you think I was really going to stand in front of everyone and tell them who the girl of my dreams is? Those that would not have liked my choice would have started a riot."
"So you don't love me?" Carly asked, her head hanging.
"No I don't, I never have. What I thought was love, turned out to be an infatuation, an obsession a childhood crush. Nothing more. I realized that it hid something deeper, that…"
"That you like Sam," Carly finished.
…
"She said that I like you, but I told her no," Freddie said.
Sam who had now calmed down quite a bit, looked at him puzzled.
"I told her that I love you, Samantha Puckett."
Freddie stood in front her staring into her perfect ocean blue eyes. Her's locked with his. He walked up to her and gently removed the duct tape, their eyes never loosing contact.
"Freddie, can you take off the handcuffs please."
He was slightly taken aback at her politeness, but he complied. He unlocked one of the bracelets while the other remained attached to the other wrist.
"Freddie…" she looked up at him.
"OWWW!" She stomped on his foot.
"WHY DID YOU TAKE SO LONG TO TELL ME HOW YOU FELT?" she demanded.
"BECAUSE I WAS AFRAID THAT YOU WOULD OVER REACT!" he yelled back.
"I wouldn't have over reacted."
"And stamping on my foot is not over reacting?" he held his arms up in wonderment.
"Shut up, Fredwierd," she spat.
"You first, Demon," he replied.
"Don't you ever tell me what to do!" she screamed.
"Well maybe I should. It may serve you some good," he said trying to reason with her.
She walked up to him till they were inches apart. "Momma needs no one!" she growled.
"You stubborn ox! You know what? This reminds me of the swing incident. I say don't lick the swing set, you say don't tell me what to do and you go and kick the swing set!" He moved forward. They were even closer.
"You know what Benson, no one is the boss of me. No one tells me what to do." She bumped her chest into him and tried to push him back, but he didn't budge.
Freddie smirked. "Fine. Then do not kiss me."
She glared at him, then grabbed his collar and pulled him so that his lips were resting on hers. She parted her lips and let his tongue enter her mouth. She slid her tongue in, feeling the roughness of the roof of his mouth. They battled for domination. She bit his bottom lip, and almost drew blood. He winced in pain but continued. His arms reached around her, one on her waist and another on her butt. He pulled her closer and upwards at the same time. She wrapped her arms around his neck, making the seal of their lips tighter. They eventually pulled away breathless. He held on to her, while she dropper her arms to her side. They gazed into each other's eyes, getting lost, oblivious to the world around them.
"I love you too, dork," she told him quietly.
He smiled.
Click.
She smirked.
He raised his arm to see that she had attached the free handcuff to him.
"You're mine Benson," proclaimed Sam.
"I was always yours, Puckett." She smiled. "Can we please get out of the rain now? I don't wanna get sick, my mom can be a menace."
She chuckled. "Whatever you say, Nub."
They turned to the window to see an excited Carly holding a… what was that in her hands? A camera!
"Ha, ha. Got it all on tape! Now to upload it for all our fans!" Carly ran off, down the corridor, laughing hysterically.
Sam glared at her friend. "Carlotta Shay! Come back here!" She climbed through the window in hot pursuit, dragging her dorky boyfriend behind her.
THE END
A/N:
1. I do not own iCarly
2. Sorry if the fight scene and kissing scene sucked but I have difficulty writing them
3. Dan, if you're reading this, GIVE ME A JOB PLEASE!