I was inspired by an old fic by Cheska(hyperactivecheskie) called "iMission Boogie". But I changed pretty much everything but the fact Freddie teaches Sam to dance. This is set after my other work, iSpill the Beans, so Carly knows that Freddie likes Sam.

Sam tries to avoid a dance, and Carly finds out why. Freddie gets detention.

1: iCan't Dance (Genesis)

When Carly and Sam headed for their lockers before lunch, they spotted a fellow student putting up a poster in the school hallway.

"Hey, look!" Carly said. "A Sadie Hawkins Dance next Saturday."

"Cool. So who are you thinking of asking?"

"I don't know," Carly replied.

"You know," Sam said, "I saw Mike looking at you in class today."

"Really? He's kind of cute."

"So ask him to the dance."

"Thanks, I probably will. So who are you asking?" Carly found out after a bad date with Freddie that he actually had feelings for Sam now, but suggesting Sam ask him out would have been certain death.

Sam suddenly became nervous. "I can't go. I'm busy that night."

"Doing what?"

"I, uh, have to go visit my dad in jail."

However, Carly vaguely remembered something that proved Sam was lying. "Didn't your dad get denied visitation rights after that huge prison fight last month?"

Carly did her best to remember the facts, and then it all came to her. Sam's dad was not only stripped of his visitation rights, he also had an extra six months added to his jail term. It seemed that every time he was about to be released, he did something to keep him locked up even longer. Of course, Sam couldn't care less. She had practically no memory of the jerk.

"Sam..." Carly, having figured out Sam was lying, was not going to let this slide.

"OK, OK! Truth is, I can't dance."

"And why am I not surprised?" someone asked.

Sam turned around in rage at who asked that question and found that Freddie had heard their conversation. She chases after the fleeing Freddie, but they ran into Mr. Devlin. "Running in the hallway," he said. "That'll be detention for both of you."

"Great," Freddie muttered. "An hour in detention with her." Freddie liked Sam, but given her meanness to him in return, getting stuck with her wasn't exactly something he was looking forward to. Sam raised her fist, but Freddie quickly gestured to Mr. Devlin, and she stopped.

"Well," said Mr. Devlin, "see you tonight, kids. I look forward to seeing you." Mr. Devlin was Ridgeway's top sadist and worse than Ms. Briggs. He walked off, looking for his next victim. As soon as he disappeared around the corner, Sam started chasing Freddie again. If either of them was allowed to insult the other, it was Sam, not Freddie.


Sam and Freddie headed to Carly's apartment after detention. It was Freddie's first ever, as he was so squeaky-clean she could never blame anything she did on him without making it sound ridiculous.

"Well, thanks to you," he said, "I got detention for the first time ever. You know how freaked out my mom is going to be?"

"Yeah, yeah. What else is new?"

Freddie knocked on the door, but Sam asked, "Why bother knocking?" She pulled out a hairpin, picked the lock, and went in as if it were her own home, which for all practical purposes it was.

Carly was on the couch. "Oh hey, looks like you two made it through detention without killing each other."

"Barely," Freddie replied.

Before Sam could respond, Freddie's mom entered. "Freddie! Where have you been?"

Sam took the pleasure of ratting him out. "He got detention."

"Fredward Benson, you got detention?" Freddie cringed when his mom used his full name.

"Yep," Sam answered. "Bad, bad Freddie." Freddie shot her a look.

"Freddie," Mrs. Benson commanded, "I want you to go to your room right now and check yourself for ticks."

"For the last time, mom, I don't have ticks!"

"Freddie," Mrs. Benson said sternly. There was no arguing with this woman, so Freddie got up to leave. "I can't believe you missed our dance class," she continued.

Sam saw the perfect insult opportunity. "Dance class? Let me guess, your mom's your dance partner."

"No," Freddie said, but it wasn't believable. "Yes," he admitted.

Mrs. Benson was growing impatient. "Freddie, let's go."

"Later, Fredward," Sam said as Freddie and his mom left.

"Stop calling me that!"