New Seddie one-shot. Continuing part of the saga of Freddie wearing the dress.
I have no explanation for why I'm writing more to this series, other than it was a request and I was intrigued.
Before I forget, happy birthday to a fellow author, and fellow Jori shipper, Invader Johnny. (Don't know how old you are, sorry for not asking.)
Slight mention of Jade from 'VicTORious', but not seen. No mention of Jori in this, sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'iCarly' or any characters mentioned.
No POV
"Hey, what's that?" Freddie asks, walking into the room he shares with his wife after checking on their now slumbering daughter and brushing his teeth, seeing a letter in his wife's hands.
"Nothing." Sam says nonchalantly, crumpling it up and tossing it aside.
"That's not your 'nothing' reaction." Freddie says, sitting on the bed beside his wife and pulling the blanket over his lap. "That's your 'I can't believe them/that' look." He says, nodding at her slight scowl, knowing her faces well.
"Family reunion is next month. Celebrating my uncle Carmine and some cousin's getting out for good behavior." Sam says, leaning back with a sigh, her curly blonde hair framing her face.
"How is that a problem?" Freddie asks, laying down beside his wife, a small smile when she rolls over and lays her head on his chest, just before bed and after waking up some of the few times she doesn't act like her tomboy self, when she lets her guard down.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it." Sam says, her leg resting atop his. "We're not going anyway." She says, rolling over to shut off the bedside lamp, the room only enlightened by the moonlight from the partially open blinds.
"Just tell me." Freddie says as Sam rolls back into his grasp.
"I'll tell you in the morning." Sam says, pulling the blanket over both of them and cuddling into him.
"Okay." Freddie says, not fighting with his wife. "Night." He says, pecking her on the top of the head and letting himself drift off to sleep.
The Next Morning
"Morning sweetie." Freddie says, pecking his daughter on top of the head, as she eats her breakfast.
"Morning daddy." Monica says, somewhat tiredly, the thirteen year old lazily eating her bowl of cereal. "Mommy still asleep?" She asks, swallowing a spoonful.
"Yep. Your mommy's never been one for waking up before noon." Freddie says with a smile, grabbing himself a bowl, the milk, and Froot Loops. "Any plans for the day?" He asks her, remembering that the school ended the week before.
"Aunt Carly's coming over in a few hours. She's taking me to the Seattle zoo with her, uncle Spencer, and Aunt Tori and Jade." Monica says, finishing her cereal and drinking the milk.
"Oh yeah. I thought that was later in the week?" Freddie asks, pouring the cereal. "You need money?" He asks, going to grab his wallet.
"No, Aunt Carly tricked Uncle Spencer into paying." Monica says with a small smile as she takes her bowl and cereal to the sink.
"He still falls for stuff?" Freddie asks with a chuckle as he pours the milk and puts it in the fridge.
"On occasion, apparently." Monica says, moving past her dad. "I'm gonna go get ready. Love you daddy." The thirteen year old says, hugging him.
"Love you sweetie." Freddie says, smiling a bit.
A few minutes later, a zombie-like Sam walks to the kitchen, still in her sleep shorts and shirt, one shoulder revealed from the loose necked garment, and hair wild from sleep. "Food." She says in a tired voice.
"Bacon's cooking now. Ham on the counter." Freddie says, knowing to start cooking the bacon for when she woke up, and reheating the ham from the night before.
Without a word, Sam heads to the counter and grabs a slice of ham and takes a bite of it, and makes her way over to the kitchen table to eat her ham, the plate in hand as the bacon cooks. "Where's Monica?" She asks, slightly awake now that she's eaten a bit.
"Getting showered and dressed. Carly's taking her to the zoo in a bit." Freddie answers, getting up and checking on the bacon, shutting the stove off when it looks like the bacon is cooked enough.
"Thought that was next week?" Sam asks, eyes on the bacon Freddie's putting on the plate of ham from the pan.
"So did I." Freddie responds. "What do you want to drink?" He asks, putting the pan back on the stove, intending to put the bacon grease in a tub to save for a later use before washing it.
"Orange juice." Sam says, taking a bite of bacon. "We doing anything today?" She asks, swallowing the bite of bacon.
"Nothing planned. After Carly and Spencer pick up Monica, I have to run to work for a few hours, but that's it." Freddie says, finishing his cereal.
"You want to know what was up last night, don't you?" Sam asks over ten minutes later, after finishing eating and Freddie starts to clean the dishes.
"Are you up for telling me?" Freddie asks, putting the last of the dishes in the drainer and turning to his wife.
"My Uncle Carmine and the family don't consider you a Puckett." Sam says with a sigh.
"Wait, what?" Freddie asks, staring at his wife. "What do you mean?" He asks, sitting down across from her.
"In the letter for the reunion, it said that I, my daughter, and my 'wife' were invited. But it said that Sam Puckett, Monica Puckett, and Freddie Benson are invited." Sam says, looking at Freddie. "They don't consider you a Puckett because of you choosing to wear a dress at our wedding." She says, some anger in her voice.
"What?" Freddie says, not believing what she's telling him. "How am I not a Puckett?" He asks, staring at her, shaking his head.
"All they said was that you don't 'deserve the name Puckett'." Sam says, clenching her fists a bit.
"I've done how much since we got married? Legally changing my name to Puckett, everything I went through to be a Puckett and our wedding?" Freddie asks, barely audible, as he continues shaking his head.
"The word 'legal' isn't in my families dictionary, remember?" Sam asks him, leaning back.
"What the…?" Freddie asks, offended by what Sam told him. "Not a Puckett?" He asks, stunned.
"This is why I didn't want to tell you." Sam says, standing up and walking over to him.
"We're going." Freddie says, staring ahead at nothing.
"Excuse me?" Sam asks, staring at him.
"We're going to the reunion. Monica deserves to visit her family, and not at a prison, and I won't let them get to me." Freddie says, not backing down.
"Alright." Sam says, using her fingers to comb through her hair, pushing through the knots. "Okay, no sad moments." Sam says, dragging Freddie to the stairs.
"What are you doing?" Freddie asks, not used to his wife's random moments yet, even after more than fifteen years of marriage.
"I'm gonna call Carly and tell her to pick Monica up early. We're getting our minds off of my stupid family." Sam says, the last part with a seductive smile.
"Damn." A sweaty Sam says, rolling off her husband. "I'm glad Carly and Spencer picked Monica up early." She says, an hour after Monica got picked up.
"Same here." Freddie says with a sigh. "Crap, I have to get ready for work." He says, seeing the time on their alarm clock over his wife's body.
"Have fun. I'm gonna stay here." Sam says, not bothering to hide her body from the slight breeze from the ceiling fan.
A few hours later, after work, Freddie heads back to his old apartment, where his mom still lives, due to a call he got from her on his way to work.
"What's up?" Freddie asks his mom after she lets him in, a smile on her face.
"Is it true?" Marissa Benson asks, her smile widening as she speaks.
"Is what true?" Freddie asks slowly, not knowing what she's talking about.
"That Sam's family doesn't consider you a Puckett? And if so, will you finally change your name back to Benson?" Marissa asks, dragging her son to the couch.
"How did you hear about this?" Freddie asks, confused.
"Carly got a letter inviting her, and she mentioned they don't consider you a Puckett." Marissa says quickly. "She told Freddie, who told me a few days ago." She adds.
"What were you doing with Spencer?" Freddie asks, ignoring her question about changing his last name.
"We get together on occasion." Marissa says, shaking her head. "That doesn't matter. Is it true?" She asks again.
"Yes, they don't consider me a Puckett, and no I'm not changing my name back to Benson." Freddie says with a sigh. "Is this it? If so, can I go home to my wife and daughter now?" He asks, irritated that called him over for this.
"Fine, fine." Marissa says, sighing in defeat. "It's completely optional for you to change your name back though." She adds following him to the door.
"Not happening." Freddie tells his mother.
"Fine. Stop by and visit. I love you Freddie." Marissa says, opening the door for him. "And at least consider changing your name back." She adds as he goes to leave.
"I love you too, and I'm a Puckett now." Freddie says, hugging his mom with another sigh.
The Night Before The Reunion
No POV
"Why is daddy so upset?" Monica asks her mom as the finish dinner and Freddie heads up to get ready for bed early.
"Don't worry about it." Sam says gently, not wanting to upset her daughter as they start to wash their dishes. "Go upstairs and brush your teeth. I'll be up in a minute to check on you." She says, rinsing off a plate and putting it in the drainer.
"Kay." Monica says, slightly confused as she heads up to brush her teeth and change for bed.
"This is why I don't visit the family too much anymore." Sam says to herself, referring to how only her mom and sister refer to Freddie as a Puckett, no one else.
A half hour later, after checking on her daughter, Sam heads into her and Freddie's room to change and get ready for bed herself. "Hey." Freddie says as she strips and puts on her boxer shorts and oversized shirt.
"You sure you want to go?" Sam asks again as she lays into bed beside him.
"I have to go. I need to to prove to them I'm a Puckett." Freddie says, pulling Sam close to him.
"Got it." Sam says, laying her head on Freddie's chest.
The next morning, as the two Puckett parents get ready for breakfast before going to the reunion, Sam calls her mom to see if she and Melanie are going to the reunion as well.
"We'll be there." Melanie says into her headset as she gets dressed at their mother's apartment in Seattle. "Does Freddie know?" She asks, pulling her dress over her head and pulls her hair out of the back.
"Yep." Sam says, the two Puckett twins getting closer as time goes on, sighing. "He thinks he has to prove to them that he's a Puckett." She says, pulling her jeans up, juggling her phone between her shoulder and cheek.
"Why? We see him as one, and we're the only ones he talks to, so why should it matter?" Melanie asks, pulling leggings up her legs.
"He just does." Sam says, speaking freely since Freddie is taking a shower.
"What time are you three gonna get there?" Melanie asks, changing the subject, as she heads down the hall to make sure their mom is awake and not hungover. Again.
"An hour or so." Sam says, pulling her shirt over her head after putting her phone on speaker phone and tossing it on the bed. "We're stopping somewhere for breakfast. How about you and mom?" She asks, pulling on a pair of socks.
"A bit." Melanie says, glad her mom is surprisingly awake and dressed for the reunion, heading into the living room to wait for their mom.
"Alright. See you there." Sam says, hanging up and putting her phone in her pocket as Freddie opens the door with his towel wrapped around his waist. "Monica didn't see you in a towel, right?" She asks, staring at her husband.
"She's downstairs watching t.v." Freddie says with a slight smile, heading for the closet to get a change of clothes. "What time's the reunion?" He asks, the towel dropping as he pulls a pair of boxers up his legs.
"Starts at nine." Sam says, messing with her hair a bit before putting on some make up.
"It's nine now." Freddie says, seeing the alarm clock.
"Like I'm on time with things?" Sam asks, pushing her breasts together, sending Freddie a smirk when he watches her press her breasts together in her sports bra.
"True. Monica was a week passed her due date." Freddie says, looking away as he pulls his slacks up his legs.
A few minutes later, after Freddie is dressed and ready, the three head out to grab a quick breakfast on the way. "I wonder if Carly is coming too?" Sam asks as Freddie drives them to a local diner for breakfast.
"Don't know." Freddie says with a sigh as he drives, knowing how much Sam's family like Carly.
"What do you want to eat?" Sam asks Monica as Freddie pulls up to the parking lot of the diner.
"Pancakes and orange juice." Monica answers as Freddie parks.
A half hour later, after the family eat breakfast, the Puckett family head away and head for the park where the reunion is taking place.
"We're here." Freddie says, finding a parking space between a black SUV and Melanie's small car.
"Where's the bathroom?" Monica asks as they climb out of the car and Freddie locks the doors.
"I'll take you." Sam says, grabbing Monica's hand. "Meet you over there?" She asks as she and Monica head to the bathroom.
"Yeah." Freddie says with a fake smile as he pockets is keys.
"Hey, it's the sissy." One of Sam's cousins says, making the other Puckett members laugh at him.
"Oh, great." Freddie says, ignoring the calls. Walking past them, he stops when he sees a large family tree set up on the side of the building they're keeping the food and tables to eat. "Are you kidding me?" He asks, seeing Sam's name with a line to his name, a line going down for Monica. What makes him mad is that Sam and Monica are labeled as Puckett's, but he's labeled a Benson.
Knowing it was bound to happen, remembering the invitation, he still glares at it saying 'Benson' instead of 'Puckett'. "Son of a…" Freddie says, stomping into the building for food with a growl.
"Sammy!" Sam's uncle Carmine yells as she and Monica walk out of the bathroom to meet up with Freddie.
"Uncle Carmine." Sam says, walking up to him.
"You seem angry." Carmine notes as his niece and her daughter walk by him and her cousins.
"Kinda." Sam says, walking by. "Go find daddy. Mommy needs to talk to Uncle Carmine." She tells her daughter.
"What's up?" Carmine asks Sam as Monica sees her father and jogs up to him.
"Why is Freddie's name on the invite 'Benson'?" Sam asks her uncle, crossing her arms over her chest.
"That's what you're mad about?" Carmine asks, scoffing a bit. "Come on. The 'man' wore a wedding dress at your wedding, a wig, make up, everything." He says, laughing a bit.
"Yes, I'm mad about that." Sam says, scoffing herself. "So what if he wore a dress, wig, make up, everything at our wedding?"
"What kind of man wears a dress?" Carmine says, laughing.
"Just that. A man." Sam says, glaring at her uncle. "Who cares if he hasn't done anything 'Puckett worthy'?" She says, walking away and heading for her husband and daughter.
"What's up?" Freddie asks when Sam walks up to them with a scowl.
"Nothing. Let's just get out of here as soon as possible, okay? I don't want Monica hearing the jokes my family say about you." Sam says, grabbing a bottle of water from the table and opening it.
"Ah." Freddie says with a nod. "Where are you mom and Melanie?" He asks changing the subject.
"Around, I would think." Sam says, sipping the water. "Why?" She asks, capping the bottle.
"Just want to hang out with someone in your family who actually likes me." Freddie says, not realizing how what he said could be viewed.
"What? Is your wife and daughter not enough?" Sam asks as Monica laughs at her parents antics.
"That's not what I meant." Freddie says quickly. "It's just, I can see how your family is looking at me, and you scowling at them is making it worse." He says, heading for a nearby chair, Sam and Monica following, to sit down.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Sam says, sitting beside him as Monica sits beside her. "Oh, here they are now. And so's Carly." She says, seeing her sister, mom, and best friend walking through the Puckett family.
"Hey Melanie, Carly." Freddie says, hugging his sister-in-law and best friend. "Pam." He says with a nod to his mother-in-law.
"Hey Carls. Can you take Monica over to play with the other kids? I need to speak to my mom and sister." Sam asks with a nod, knowing Carly will get the message.
"Yeah." Carly says slowly, looking between the Puckett women and Freddie. "Come on Monica. Let's go play." She says, taking the girl's hand and guiding her to the large play area of the park.
"What?" Pam Puckett asks, leaning into the chair across from Sam as Melanie takes the one across from Freddie.
"Have Uncle Carmine or anyone been making fun of Freddie around either of you?" Sam asks, watching her daughter and best friend play.
"Not that I know of." Melanie says, hearing what the family has been saying about Freddie, but never first hand.
"A few times. But I ignore them." Pam says, never being too close with her brother since the wedding when the jokes, started by Carmine himself, first started in the family. "Why?" She asks, leaning forward a bit, resting her elbows on the table.
"It needs to stop. They won't listen to me, but maybe they'll listen to you." Sam says, looking at her mother.
"They won't listen to me either." Pam says, shaking her head. "Not since I removed myself." She says, shaking her head a bit.
"Who's that?" Freddie asks out of the blue, nodding towards a strange man walking around between members of the family, eyeing the.
"Don't know." Sam says, Melanie nodding in agreement. "Never seen him before."
"I was told he's from Pennsylvania or something, one of the family that moved when they were young." Pam says, looking at the guy. "Just got released, or escaped, or something." She says, shrugging her shoulders.
"Why?" Melanie asks, looking between Freddie and the guy, trying to figure out why Freddie has taken such an interest in the guy.
"I don't know. Just a bad feeling about him." Freddie says, watching how the man inspects the Puckett's. "I'll be back." He says, standing up and heading towards the guy. "Excuse me. Hi, I'm Freddie. Sam's husband." He says, holding his hand out.
"Oh. Hello. I'm Mason." The man, taller than Freddie by a foot or so, short brown hair, and a bit of a five o'clock shadow, says as he shakes Freddie's hand. "Nice to meet you." He says politely.
'No jokes? Every Puckett knows about our wedding, yet this one doesn't mess with me, and acts polite? No Puckett's polite.' Freddie thinks as he makes small talk with the man, Mason, as he notices now Mason continues to look around at the Puckett family.
After conversing for a few minutes, Freddie makes his way back over to Sam. "He doesn't know who I am. And he was nice." Freddie notes as he takes his seat.
"What do you mean?" Sam asks, facing her husband, using her hand to brush some blonde hair out of her face.
"When I introduced myself to him, I expected a joke or whatever for wearing a dress, but nothing happened. Everyone in your family, save for you, Melanie, your mom, and Monica, has said something about it." Freddie points out, watching the guy out of the corner of his eye. "And not once did he seem like he didn't care." He adds, looking at his wife and her mom and sister.
"I'm like that." Melanie says, somewhat offended that Freddie was assuming all Puckett's were the same.
"But you've never been to prison. He told me he was and has been since he was eighteen. What prisoner is polite to someone they don't know, family or not?" Freddie asks, the three blondes nodding in agreement. "I'll be back. I need to check something." He says, silently glad he forgot to take his laptop and some flashdrives out of his car the day before.
"Uh, okay." Sam says, sharing a confused look with her sister, as Freddie heads for the car.
"Benson." Carmine says as Freddie walks past, purposely using his last name from before getting married.
"Not now, Carmine." Freddie says, ignoring the older man and heading for the trunk, unlocking it before getting there.
A few minutes later, Freddie is hacking into the park's security system (he noticed the cameras as he was parking.) and looking up 'Mason Puckett', not surprised when he doesn't find a match. As it searches through the facial recognition software (a gift from Jade West. He doesn't know why or how she got it, but he's glad she did and that she put on his laptop without his knowing.) for 'Mason'.
"FBI Special Agent Charles Lensher." Freddie says, reading the name after finding a match. "Why the hell is the FBI pretending to be a Puckett at their reunion?" He asks himself as Carmine calls the family together (making no effort to alert Freddie.) to say something.
Looking through the files he can, he finds out, after almost a half hour of searching, that FBI Agent Charles Lensher was put on undercover to find the members of the Puckett's who have escaped prison or have been accused of a crime, but evidence or witnesses that point to them have gone missing.
"Got ya." He says, sending the info to his phone, along with a picture of the agent from his I.D. badge for comparison. "Excuse me." He says, walking towards Carmine a few minutes later after Carmine was done speaking. "We have a problem." He says, showing Carmine a picture of 'Mason'.
"What are you talking about Benson?" Carmine asks, none too happy at Freddie walking up to him and not giving him a chance to make fun of him again. "Yeah, so what? That's Cousin Mason." He says, not caring.
"You sure about that?" Freddie asks, showing Carmine a picture of the FBI I.D. badge. "You got a mole who wants to grab those who have escaped without detection or those involved in something where nothing pointed to them." He says, showing the two pictures side by side.
"What the…?" Carmine says, grabbing Freddie's phone and staring at the pics. "Sal, grab cousin Mason. Meet me in the woods." He says, walking away after handing Freddie his phone back.
"What the hell was that about?" Sam asks as Freddie sits back down beside her, glancing to make sure Monica hasn't heard her swear.
"The 'Puckett' from Pittsburgh or whatever? Not a Puckett. He's an undercover cop trying to bust the family." Freddie says, showing Sam the pics as proof.
"Why are Sal, Carmine, and a few of the family going to the woods?" Pam asks, missing Freddie's admittance since she was getting something to eat.
"This." Sam says, handing Freddie's phone to her mom. "They're dealing with it." She says, tone turning grim, knowing what they have planned.
"This won't end well." Melanie says, looking over her mom's shoulder at the pics. "How'd you find this out?" She asks her brother-in-law, glancing at him as her mom hands him back his phone.
"A few months ago, Jade put a program, illegal most likely, on my laptop and, how she did this I don't know, set it up so only a password could get it removed. And nothing I did could bypass it, so I really want to know how she pulled that off." Freddie says, shaking his head at what the pale girl, a somewhat sister to Sam, managed to do.
"Anyway." Sam says, nodding to Freddie to continue, silently impressed at what Jade did.
"Oh. Sorry. Yeah, I ran his picture through the facial recognition software she gave me and it came up that he's an FBI agent from Washington who was put undercover to catch some of the Puckett's." Freddie says, letting a small amount of malice out by saying 'the Puckett's, still not happy that he's a 'Benson' to them.
"Oh, I don't like this." Melanie says, remembering some stories she's been told about what the family is capable of.
"Freddie." Carmine says a few moments later, Sal and the other's missing still.
"What?" Freddie says, letting out a sigh, as Carmine leads him behind the building for privacy.
"I was wrong." Carmine says, leaning against the wall.
"About?" Freddie asks, raising an eyebrow at the matriarch of the Puckett family.
"Maybe you are deserving of the Puckett name." Carmine says simply, leaving Freddie alone in stunned silence.
"Wait, what?" Freddie says, staring at where Carmine once stood.
A few hours later, a still stunned Freddie and his family head back to the car, passing the family tree.
"Heh." Sam says, stopping Freddie. "Take a look at this." She says, turning him around so he's facing the family tree.
At the bottom of the family tree, where Sam, Freddie, and Monica's names are, the name 'Benson has been taped over with silver duct tape. Written over it, in black marker, it now says 'Freddie Puckett'.
"Finally a Puckett." Freddie says with a smile, holding his wife and daughter close to him.
On their way out of the parking lot, Freddie nods to Carmine Puckett, who nods back, the two sharing a smile.
"What do you think they did to that guy, anyway?" Freddie asks as they head home.
"You don't want to know." Sam says, a small smile at her family finally seeing Freddie as one of the family now. "Trust me." She says, patting his leg.
"Did they kill him? I never saw him leave the woods." Freddie whispers as he drives, making sure Monica doesn't hear him.
"No. Just scared him. Trust me, you don't want any details other than that." Sam assures, equally silent. "I want ham." She says out of the blue, speaking back to her regular volume.
"Works for me." Freddie says, speaking both about not wanting to know the details on what his extended family did and his wife wanting ham.
That's it for this. Again, thanks to the anonymous reader who asked me to write this.
Hope this was good.
I doubt Jade would have access to what she gave Freddie, but I figured, she's Jade and her wife's father's a cop, so she'd find out a way.
I have no explanation for why she gave that to Freddie. Let's just chalk it up to Jade being Jade and be done with it.
Thank you for reading. Please review.
Blessed Be.