A/N: Fun fact: This is Sam's cell phone number: 503-664-0452. It was visible when Carly typed in Sam's "icky" password. I know, can you say iCarly superfan?

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

I have to get them together! She's so convinced that she's insane. I guess it's partly my fault. When we were talking, I asked her why she was in here. She told me she was insane for liking some guy named Freddie Benson.

I couldn't believe it.

THE Freddie Benson? My grandfather? No WAY. As I looked at this girl, who was so desperately trying to convince herself that she was insane, I noticed my pinky toe. I had on flip flops, so I was able to see it more clearly. It was small, as the pinky toe usually was, but it was getting smaller. And smaller. Soon, it was gone altogether.

What was going on? Was something in the past affecting my future?

I searched through my room. I only had two personal items with me. My broken time machine, which was small and compact. It needed barilium nitrate and four metric tons of ionized quadrazine to work, and unfortunately, I was out of that at the moment.

The onther picture I had was of my father. Andrew Benson, son of Fredward Benson, my grandfather. My father was slowly dissolving from the picture.

What on earth was happening?

It was then that it hit me.

Sam was HER. My...oh my.

Sam was trying to convince herself that it was crazy to like Freddie. Ergo, they'll never date. If they never date, they can't get married, they can't have children, and they won't have my father.

I needed to get grandma Benson together with grandpa, because if I didn't...ugh, I didn't even want to think about the consequences.

I was able to convince Gibby that I was from the future. Good thing, too, as I slipped the idea of getting Sam and Freddie together live on the web in his head. He told Carly, who thought this was a great idea.

Wonderful. Now I can watch the future go back together smoothly.

When grandmother and grandfather Benson kissed, I noticed the pinky toe I was missing come back.

Whew. Thank God.

Now if only I can find my barilium nitrate and four metric tons of ionized quadrazine, I could get back to the future. I needed to work on my tan, seeing as it's almost Christmas!

A/N: This is what happens when Jerry Trainor makes a Back to the Future reference on iCarly. REVIEW!