iWatch Old Webcasts (improved version)

They Watch Old Webcasts

~iWatch Old Webcasts~

Warnings/Disclaimers: I think you already know that I don't own iCarly or its characters.

Summary:

"He knew if Sam was watching him, she already knew what he truly feels and that's what he wanted." What happens a decade after a tragic incident at Ridgeway High.

Sunday

5:00 pm

It's been 10 years since they stopped iCarly. It's also been 10 years since Ridgeway High had experienced its most tragic incident.

Freddie Benson let himself inside the Shay's apartment, "Today's the day," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," said Carly Shay, her usual sweet and innocent voice reverberated through the dusty, empty room. "But I want to. For Sam. It's been all these years and I want to see her again," Freddie managed a smile.

"Just one more time. I know you want to see her, too. You're her best friend. You're special to Sam and she is to you, too," a tear slipped down her cheek as the memory of that dreadful day played through her head, over and over like a broken record as she wiped the tear away. The last thing Freddie needed was a crybaby to watch the old iCarly videos with. "For Sam," she said.

They went upstairs, ignoring the creaks the old stairs made as they stepped on them. The memories of their days in the iCarly studio were the ones Freddie avoided the most, it always makes him depressed and reminisce.

As they reached the studio, Freddie's the first one to look at their trophies. Most of them he remembered but some a little hazy. "Ready?" asked Carly.

He turned around to face her, "Ready," Carly dusted two beanbags- left the third one behind- and wiped the screen clean with a cloth as Freddie tested some tech things to make sure it still worked before they settle down.

They watched as the screen swung and came to life. They started with when they interviewed students about their talents, and after 9 webcasts Freddie stopped the video.

"Why did you stop the video? We're not halfway done with it yet." asked his puffy-eyed friend. Freddie didn't even notice that she was crying.

"Not yet? Um...I'm hungry?" it's obvious that Freddie wasn't the greatest liar but since Carly had been crying she's still in the I-believe-almost-everything-you-say mode.

"Oh. I'm going to look for food in the bag downstairs. Want to come?" said Carly, wiping a stray tear from her left cheek while standing up. "Nah, I think I'll stay here. I'm a little tired." he said, stretching his arms and yawned to emphasize his point.

"I'll be back. Don't play it." she said as she went down the stairs.

When Freddie knew he was out of hearing range, his vision began to blur. "This is all my fault, this is all my fault," he said repeatedly. "I should have come for you. Surely, I had the time, but instead I ran out. You were calling my name. You were reaching for my arm but I let the building bury you. When the building collapsed I thought you survived with the rest of us. I was looking for you. That's when I heard a scream then a thud. I recognized the voice and I knew it you. I was calling your name but... I was too late. I'm sorry. I-I love you, Sam." He was crying when Carly went inside with her snack bag.

"Oh, Freddie," she looked at her best friend and dropped the bag and sat beside him. He knew that she understood why so he just shook his head as if the memories would go away and leave him alone.

"I could've saved her. I could have saved Sam. I killed her," he shouted.

I killed her.

"Sweetie, you didn't. There wasn't anything you could've done."

"Yes there was, Carly. You don't know what happened," Freddie accused

I killed her.

"Do you want to go now?" she asked him as she rubbed his back. He shook his head, "No," he said.

"Alright. Come on, let's just get this over with," she said, moving so they could both face the screen in front of them.

After 20 more webcasts, Freddie heard a snore. He paused the video and saw Carly sleeping peacefully in her beanbag, holding a roll of tissue paper. He stopped the video, fixed their things and carried Carly downstairs and into his car.

He drove to her house and opened the door using her spare key under the mat and gently laid her on the couch with her bag and other belongings. He decided to visit her tomorrow. He went inside his car and went home and watched the rest of the videos by himself.

.

He knew if Sam was watching him, she already knew what he truly felt and that's what he wanted. He wanted her to know he regreted his actions as a teenager. Freddie loved Sam, he doesn't know if he will ever love another as much as the blonde. And he only hoped against hope that maybe, just maybe, Sam felt the same.