Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, nor its wonderfully awesome characters. And that's just the way it is.

Author's Note: So I got the idea for this story from watching a couple of episodes of Ranma 1/2, the anime. I thought it would make an awesome iCarly episode since Freddie and Sam have that same hot/cold relationship as Ranma and Akane. Anyways, I should stop rambling now and let you get on with the story. I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review.

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"And we're clear!" Freddie says as they wrap up another iCarly, "Great show you guys!"

"Thanks, Freddie," Carly says as she helps Gibby clean the peanut butter off his face, "Here, can you two help him with this; I've got to see if Spencer got home yet."

"Okay," they say as she leaves the room.

Heading downstairs, a thought crossed her mind. Maybe it wasn't the best to leave Sam and Freddie up there with only Gibby to keep them company. They hadn't had a fight in a good while and were about due for another soon.

"Carly!" Spencer yells from downstairs. Hurrying down the stairs, she enters the living room to find Spencer at the door, "Carly, come help me!"

In his arms, he holds many bags of various size and shape; each of them bulging with their contents. Running over to him, she grabs a couple bags.

"ugh, what's in these?" she says as she brings them to the kitchen table. Setting them down, she opens one of the bags, "Are these the grocer…"

She pulls out a large block of wood and looks up at Spencer.

"You brought home tree carcasses?" she raises her eyebrows at him.

He hurriedly comes into the kitchen and sets the rest his bags down as well.

"Yeah, but not just wood. Plastic, paper, metal… and tools."

"What's with the various stuff?" she looks confused.

"You know how you guys threw me that huge party last week for my Birthday?"

"Of course I do, it took me two days to finally clean it all up."

"That's because you wouldn't let me help," he pushes her playfully.

"It was your Birthday," she grins, "You're not supposed to be left with the cleanup from your own Birthday party!"

"Anyways, you know how Socko said he hadn't finished my present yet?"

"Yeah."

"Well this is it!"

"Huh? How is this your present?"

"Because I turned twenty-seven, Socko gathered together twenty-seven different materials for me to use for sculpting," Spencer raises his eye bows, "And now, to put his gift to good use… I am going to make a sculpture… using all twenty-seven materials!"

"Cool, that sounds really great," Carly smiles amused by her older brothers enthusiasm, "But wait, how come Socko didn't help you bring these art supplies home."

"Well, he's been busy working lately, so I said I could handle them."

"Oh, what's he been working on?" Carly asks, curious.

"Him and his cousin are working to make a new clothing line."

"His cousin?"

"Mm, hmm. His cousin is a clothes maker."

"What's his name?"

"Taylor."

"I could have guessed…" Carly shakes her head.

Just then, Gibby comes running down the stairs, a bit of peanut butter still on his face.

"Uh, Carly. You might want to get up there…" his eyes dart up the stairs, "Sam and Freddie… you know…"

Grabbing a couple paper towels from the kitchen, Gibby leaves the apartment.

"Come on," she motions Spencer to follow her, "Let's make sure they don't kill each other…"

As they head toward the stairs, shouting can be heard above.

"I hate you!"

"Well, I hate you!"

A door opens and slams closed as Freddie goes back into the iCarly studio. At the same time Sam, turning around quickly, steps out onto the stairs. As she does this however, she misjudges the step, causing her to trip. Falling forward she tumbles down the stairs.

Screaming and thumbing, she flails as she topples. Finally her fall is broken by the hard downstairs floor. A scurry of people is heard as all in the Shay abode gather around her.

"Sam!" Carly screams.

Sam blinks a few times, her vision blurring. Her head throbs with pain.

"Wha…" she starts to say, but then everything fades and she falls unconscious.

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Sam raises her lids slowly, her eyes adjusting to the light.

"Hey, she's awake," Carly says as she comes over to Sam, "Are you alright."

Sam lies on the Shay's comfy couch. Not a bad place to be; she'd even slept there quite a few times. But her location wasn't the important thing. What caught her attention was the way everyone was looking at her.

"Yeah I feel fine, why?" she looks down at her self.

"You fell down the stairs. We were worried."

"Yep, I'm just fin…" Sam starts to get up, but quickly lays back down, "Ooh… my head."

"You hit it pretty hard," Freddie says, concern in his eyes, "We were going to call a doctor, but we figured my mom would work just as good… or better."

Mrs. Bensen smiles as she stands across the room from them.

"I'm sorry…" Sam says she looks at Freddie, "Do I know you?"