Sam Puckett walked out of the recording studio; she was now forced to spend 99% of her time in. It had been 5 years since she'd seen or talked to Carly. 5 years since she'd done iCarly. 5 long years since she'd seen Freddie.

She had left Seattle when she was sixteen and hadn't been back since but it wasn't like they could erase her memories...

"Girls who are rude to me don't get a bag of bacon," Freddie teased.

"Wow Freddie I never realised what a hot, handsome hunk of boy, you really are."

What Freddie had failed to notice was she didn't have to lie for that bacon, in fact the bacon wasn't as good as getting to admit her feelings but that was before the incident.

5 years ago, iCarly had had its 100th show and to celebrate they had chosen to redo their first show but this time includes their own talents, two things came of that night; Sam's feelings for Freddie and the incident.

The first talent cancelled so to fill their time slot the iCarly gang had decided to play a quick game of Dares with the viewers.

"Freddie read your dare." Carly said.

"Ok. Freddie, this is GirlfromVenus123, I dare you to kiss Sam!" Freddie read his eyes widening, he was terrified.

"Aw, why must you punish me?" Sam exclaimed.

Freddie silently switched to the camera set up on the tripod and step out to stand next to Sam before leaning his head down to hers and giving her a quick peck on the lips and stepping back afraid of get beaten up.

Carly laughed at her two friends, "Ok, Sam time for your dare. Give it to her Freddie."

Freddie handed it to her and she groaned before reading," This is from schnauzerlover, Sam I dare you to kiss Freddie but not he kissed you, a proper make-out kiss." Freddie gulped, Sam sighed and Carly's jaw drooped.

"K, come here Fredork!" He took a wary step towards her. She sighed again before reaching out and grabbing his shirt collar and smashing her lips to his. When he finally recovered from the shock and began kissing back and licked his lip asking for entrance. They were going to do this dare right, Sam Puckett never loses a dare! He opened his mouth obediently and they began to make-out. Sam was surprised to notice how good a kisser he was and as she was running her hands up his chest to his neck, she noted that he must have been working out because hidden under those dorky clothes he had a six-pack. When he moved his hands to her waist, she realised she didn't want this to end. That's the moment Sam Puckett; the torturer fell in love with her victim.

They made-out for about a minute and a half before they broke apart to see their best friend staring at them.

"Anyway time for Carly's dare." Freddie stated as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

21-year old Sam smiled at the memory and frowned as another came to mind, the one that caused the incident.

It was later that night and it was time for Sam's talent. She stood on the stage her pink guitar and she began to sing a cover of Pink's Song 'Dear Mr President'.

"Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
you're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
and tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
while you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
you've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?"

When she finished Carly and Freddie were gaping at her. She was amazing.

Sam loved that moment surprisingthem showing them she was worth something. Only problem was it showed someone else she was worth something too.