


iBid Her Farewell

by TheScarletOctopus



Category: iCarly
Genre: Humor, Tragedy
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2011-08-16
Updated: 2011-08-16
Packaged: 2015-04-26 21:06:20
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 723
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7293010/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/3158693/TheScarletOctopus
Summary: Freddie Benson has left this life - but he can't move on.  Not until he says goodbye to his beloved Carly.  If only she could hear him... A Creddie one-shot.





	iBid Her Farewell

"Attention in the terminal. American Airlines Flight 1055 to Milwaukee is now boarding at Gate 22."

_My name is Fredward Karl Benson. Last night, I died in my sleep. It was peaceful, and I didn't suffer; in fact, when I "woke up", I didn't realize I was dead at all. But then I discovered no one could see me or hear me. I passed through solid objects as if they weren't even there. And there was only one conclusion to draw._

_My first thought was, "Why? Why am I not in Heaven or Hell? Why am I trapped in this earthly limbo?" And then I knew. I had unfinished business. I had to find some way to say goodbye to Carly Shay, before she left Seattle forever. That's why I came here, to this crowded airport, full of people rushing about, completely unaware of my presence – _**OOF!**

"Hey, kid, why don't you watch where you're going?"

_How strange. It almost felt as though that man and I ran into each other. Perhaps, somehow, I was able to reach out and touch his soul on the ethereal plane…oh, who am I trying to fool? Nothing I do can affect my surroundings in any way. I could scream and scream until my throat went hoarse, and no one would ever hear._

"Hey, kid, want a shoeshine? Only five dollars…uh, kid? Who are you talking to?"

_There it is. Gate 22. I phase through the information desk-_**OW**_-I phase __**around**__ the information desk, and…I see her. My heart no longer beats, yet somehow it still jumps. I no longer breathe, yet her beauty takes my breath away. Already she is in line, waiting to board. I was almost too late._

"Too bad Freddie didn't come to see us off."

"No worries, sis. I'm sure he just slept in."

_Oh. Oh, my. They don't know about my passing. Perhaps it's just as well. Let them be happy, one last time, before they hear the news and collapse in grief._

"Freddie! _There_ you are!"

_My dearest Carly. How many things I left unsaid to you. And now I've missed my chance. In a moment you'll depart to Milwaukee, never to return, and I'll go…where? Will my sins outbalance my good deeds at the hour of divine reckoning?_

"Okay, Freddie, we've been over this. Spencer and I are going to Milwaukee for a **week.** That's all. We'll be back before you know it. And what's all this 'hour of reckoning' stuff? …Freddie? Are you listening to me?"

"Um, Freddie, Carly and I need to go ahead and board. We'll catch you later, okay?"

_And you, Spencer. You were always like a father to me. Take care of Carly always, and don't forget me. That's all I ask._

"Forget you? You're standing **right there**."

"Oh, God. Spencer, I think I know what's going on. Freddie's having another one of those episodes where he thinks he's a ghost. It happened last Saturday at the Seven-Eleven – he knocked over a whole display of Doritos being 'intangible'. "

"Whoa. That's some freaky stuff right there."

_I can't help myself. Just for a moment, I must go on board the plane, must see the accursed winged chariot that is stealing my beloved._

"Excuse me? Young man? I need to see your boarding pass…young man, stop! Security!"

_So this is it. Would that I could heft a fire ax and smash the controls, that it might never take off again._

"Hold it right there, you little punk! I have a taser, and I **will **use it!"

_Oh, why did I have to perish last night? Why couldn't God grant me one more day of life? Never have I felt such pain as I do at this moment – __**zzzzzzt**_** GAAAH!**

"All right, he's down. Get the cuffs on him."

"Guys, take it easy, okay? He's…not well."

"Mr. Shay, if I were you, I'd be less concerned with his well-being and more with how you're going to raise his bail."

_Wait. The fog is lifting…_

"Um, officer? Could you get your knee off my ethereal ribcage, please?"

**END**


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