Okay, this is a one-shot that takes place immediately after iStakeout, when Freddie returns from the doctor and confronts Sam.
I hope you enjoy it.
Please r&r.
iHave a Confrontation
Sam was sitting on the couch in the Shay's living room. Freddie had been dragged off an hour ago by his mother to the doctor to get his tattoo removed. Too bad he didn't know it was fake. She heard steps coming from outside the hall. She knew Freddie was back. The door opened, and in walked Freddie, still wearing the tank top with the technical equipment on his waist. His arm was red from needles and thing of that sort. The tattoo was gone, after quite a bit of scrubbing by the doctor.
"You," He angrily said when he saw Sam sitting on the couch.
"Hey, Freddork," she said with a huge smile on her face.
"Why didn't you tell me the tattoo was fake!?" he yelled at her. "My mother is in our apartment in absolute shock."
"Well what did you expect her reaction to be? And besides, you know the tattoo was fake now." she replied.
"Yes, I know now, after a series of painful shots trying to get it out!" Freddie was pacing back and forth, trying to figure out what to do.
Sam stood up and looked at Freddie.
"Hey, at least you don't have my face on your arm any more."
"What! That doesn't matter! You didn't tell me all it took to get it to come off was soap and water!" Freddie was furious.
"Calm down, Fredward."
"I swear I am gonna get you back for this."
"How?"
"I don't know, but I will. I'll do something."
"You would never do anything. You know why? Because you know I'll get you back even worse."
"Oh yeah, well I'm gonna prove you wrong."
Freddie walked over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. He looked inside for a few minutes until he found what he was looking for.
"Um, what are you doing?" Sam asked Freddie uneasily.
"I'm doing this," he said as he walked over to her with a big pan of spaghetti sauce.
"Do not do it, Benson," Sam threatened.
"Why not?"
"I will hurt you in so many ways," Sam said angrily to Freddie.
Freddie walked over to Sam, pulled the pan up over his head, and dumped the whole pan of spaghetti sauce on Sam. Sam was completely covered in spaghetti sauce. She just stood there for a moment, thinking about what she was gonna do.
"You are so dead, Benson."
Freddie now had this panicked expression on his face. He knew what was coming next, and he did not like it. He turned to run for the kitchen, but he wasn't able to make it.
Sam lunged herself at Freddie, grabbing him at his knees. They both fell to the floor, where Sam went to try to pin him down.
"Sam, stop it, I was just getting even," Freddie cried out.
"I don't do 'getting even', I just go for it."
By now they were both covered in sauce, with her pinning him on the floor.
"Now say your sorry," Sam demanded.
"Me? You say your sorry for giving me that fake tattoo and not telling me!" Freddie retorted.
Sam grabbed Freddie underwear and yanked as hard as she could.
"Now, say your sorry for dumping sauce on me," Sam demanded once again.
"I'm sorry for dumping sauce on you!" Freddie screamed.
"There, now don't you feel better?" Sam asked him.
"Not really."
Sam kept him pinned down, trying to cause him as much pain as possible.
Carly had just returned from the Groovy Smoothie. She unlocked the apartment door and went inside. What she found was quite a shock. She saw Sam and Freddie, drenched in spaghetti sauce, with her pinning him on the floor, yelling at each other. Once she took the whole thing in, she just slowly backed away with a look of surprise frozen on her face. She didn't even want to know what had happened.
Okay, I hope you enjoyed it!
Please r&r, as always.