Hi there reader. This first chpater is kind of the prologue, and it's not exactly as good as I think the rest of the story will be, but please give it a chance.

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own iCarly, if I did, would I be writing fanfiction? I don't think so.

He seemed different. He was clearly happier; he was always smiling. He was out more; when I'd make him sign out when he leaves home (which I've done ever since he was thirteen, when I started to let him leave home without me) he'd tell me he went to the Groovy Smoothie twice in one night, or he'd be at an AV Club meeting twice as long as he should have been. When I asked him about it, he'd say he'd been bored and wanted another smoothie or say something about doing something to his computer that I honestly didn't understand, and refuse to say any more about it. I was very worried about my poor little Fredward.

So, when that odd, usually shirtless child walked into our apartment, and began to wash his hands, announcing his love for liquid soap, I couldn't resist.

"So uh… Gibby," I began.

He turned around and looked at me in shock, "Whoa! Are you Carly's mom?"

I groaned at the thought of that Carly girl. She was probably what was wrong with my son. It's disgusting; she was probably attempting to swallow him all day, every day again after causing him more trauma. It was her fault that he had spent weeks crippled from injury, and her fault he was emotionally scarred from all of those years of rejection. I could see why Freddie would hide that he was dating her from me.

"No Gibby, you know me, I'm Freddie's mom, remember?"

"So Freddie is Carly's brother?"

I really wanted to help him. I kept telling Freddie I could get Gibby some mental help, I have some friends at the hospital that would love to meet such an… interesting boy, but he insisted that he already had a therapist and had been tested many times. I knew I wasn't going to get through to him, and who cares if he thinks I'm Carly's mom, so I continued with my point.

"Gibby, I have plenty of soap for you to have if you'll help me with something."

"Liquid soap?" He clarified.

How dare he question the variety my collection of soap! "Of course Gibby, I have a wide variety for you to choose from, but I need you help first." That day, it had actually been a good thing this child's mind wasn't stable, he wouldn't ask too many questions.

"Sure lady, whatcha need?" He asked while taking off his shirt.

"I will always oppose boys without clothes" I announced instinctively, I had used that one on Freddie all the time when he was a toddler and he was going through his clothes hating stage. Not my best rhyme, but it worked for a four-year-old. Gibby stared at me, as if I was the creepy one, but kept his shirt on. "Oh nothing much," I continued, "I just need you to watch Freddie whenever possible and see if there's anything that might make him act different, oh and try to keep him away from Carly… and please don't tell anyone about this."

"I will get liquid soap for this right, a lot of it?"

"Yes, Gibby, any of my soap you want."

"Oh, I'm in."

I walked to the elevator the next evening. Freddie called and mumbled some pathetic excuse about why he wasn't home. It was 8:00 PM on a Friday night; little boys should be home in bed by 8:00! Gibby ran into the elevator and screamed at me.

"Mrs. Benson! I think I've found out what's wrong with Freddie, well, I think it would be a problem, I'd be scared for my life at least."

"Oh my god, what's wrong with him?" I knew he could probably be scared of anything, and he's most likely overreacting, but he should at least be able to have some idea of what a threat to his life would be. It couldn't be Carly. Carly couldn't be a threat to his life, unless she was pushing him in front of a taco truck.

"I think this will give me the right to all the soap I … soap, don't you just love how it feels on your hands?" Yes, I do, but that was NOT what I wanted to hear about right then. "Oh, and how it-"

"Gibby, could you please stay focused?"

"Oh, sure. Are you ready for this? Get ready: Your son, Freddie, is dating," Carly, I burned with anger and almost didn't hear what he said next, "Sam." After a fraction of a second waiting for the idea to register, I scream way too loudly for my own house rules. After I collected my thoughts, I found Gibby staring at me in terror, and noticed he's wearing a detective suit. I shouldn't have relied on this kid, he must have been wrong. He couldn't be mentally stable; he was following two of his only friends around, in a detective suit, working for liquid soap. I should have known he'd misperceive everything.

"Okay Gibby, you may be right," Probably not, "but why don't you just tell me exactly what happened?" He couldn't have been dating the blonde monster could he? Freddie has common sense, he would never date her. He just put up with her, he's just a gentleman; he doesn't even care about her. But I couldn't convince myself it was true.

"Okay, so I got to the restaurant they were going to alone, and I saw them walk to their booth, they were holding hands, it was so… weird. Before they sat down, Freddie kissed Sam on the cheek and she called him nub. He's really brave; I would never do that, not after she broke my thumbs…" It couldn't have been true, why would Freddie ruin his life like this? "So after she called him a nub, Freddie-"

"Just stop. Please; I believe you, just stop." I couldn't hear any more of this, it was horrible. Why would he date that wicked little girl? He knew she's just trouble. She wouldn't be good for him, not at all.

"I believe you owe me some soap."

I did, but I had more I needed him to do more for me. I hated to manipulate him like this but…

"Gibby, before you get your soap, could you do something else for me?"

"But you owe me soap!" He demanded. I couldn't believe he knew he was actually being cheated in this deal. Oh well, he shouldn't be too hard to convince.

"Don't worry; you know the result will be well worth it."

I waited for half an hour watching out the door for Freddie to come home. (You wouldn't believe what you'll see people doing as they walk by your apartment if you watch them carefully, I am definitely going to get another lock.) I finally saw him and he was walking with her; she must have been planning on staying at Carly's apartment. I didn't even want her across the hall from my son; she needed to be far away from him, far, far away. After some disturbing giggling, from both children, she thumped Freddie's head, and started banging on the Shay's door and screaming for Carly, trying to get them to open the door. She's so disgustingly obnoxious. There are much more polite ways to be welcomed into a home, like a ringing doorbell. I finally cut in on their disgusting display.

"Fredward Benson! Are you really dating her? Do you not have any common sense anymore?"

"Well Freddie, I'm going to leave you to deal with Crazy." The she-beast said and began to head toward the door, she obviously could get in even when she was not welcome.

"Oh no, missy you are going to stay here and help explain what you've done to my son!"

She was about to make a rude comment when Freddie stopped her, "Sam-"

"You!" I screamed, "How dare you do this to yourself! I'm going to give you a thorough cleaning since you got so close to that filthy girl!

"Mom-"

"Samantha! Why do you have your phone out when I am trying to speak with you! That is so rude I can't even-"

"Just shut up!" Sam interrupted. Carly sounded so much better at the moment. She wasn't this little monster that was going to destroy my son, physically and emotionally. Even going through the taco truck incident would've be better than dealing with Sam, it would probably do less damage than what Sam would do if she got the chance, which she will not. "Look, I only got a text from my mom, she's freaking out and I have to go explain to her why Frothy can't get a job and why she has to figure out how to live without assistance from the cat."

At first I thought she was lying, her mom couldn't be that scrambled. My heart flooded with guilt as I realized that she didn't come from a good stable home. She was probably so horrible because that's how she was raised, and she didn't know any better. She never had the wonderful, loving home Freddie had. I was going to help her.

I know Mrs. Benson was a little dramatic, especially at the end, with her wanting to "help" Sam, do you think it will be interesting though? Please tell me what you thought? Was it interesting? Poorly written? Funny/unfunny? Please tell me! If it's good, I'd love to hear it, if it's terrible, please tell me, but be nice please. I'll love any review!