So, I unexpectedly had a day off today, when I took the whole day off for a doctors appointment, and the appointment got cancelled. Hmmm. What to do? Well, after Painting my toenails five different colors and rearranging my bookshelf so that all of the first letters of the titles spell out PRLLEIDNTOUHYTS (but just the first shelf) I decided to give into my temptation to write a post iSpeed Date fic. I've been looking to do a good one shot...and this probably isn't it. But I did, and you're here reading it because...I really have no idea why you're reading it. But I guess since you are, I should shut up now and actually get on with the story, huh? FINE!!!

Disclaimer: If you didn't know by now: Dan is the one with the awesome talent, the great characters, the stupendous show, and a rabbit named cookie. I am the one with a one eyed troll doll and a leaky bathroom sink.

Spencer happily gathered the ingredients for his incredible new concoction that he would unleash on Carly when she got back. Everyone knew that new recipe day was Spencer's favorite day of the month, and this time it was Breakfast. He had just taken the biscuits out of the oven and gave a quick stir to the eggs when he heard a knock at the door.

"Coming!" He yelled, giving one more fluff to his eggs before sprinting toward the door. He quickly opened the door to reveal Sam standing a little lackluster before him. "A-Ha!" he yelled as he saw her. If anyone would appreciate his new concoction it would be Sam.

"You're just in time. Follow me!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her along as he jogged back toward the kitchen. "Here, take a seat." He said enthusiastically as he released her to go to one of the stools.

"Where's Carly?" Sam asked miserably.

"She's gone with Freddie to Stereo Hut. She should be back in a few minutes." Spencer busied himself stirring the eggs and taking the biscuits off the pan. He missed the look on Sam's face falling a little from the news that her friends were gone together without her.

"I decided that I can't wait any longer. How would you like to be the first to try my latest recipe? Its eggs and gravy wrapped in a cone of bacon and topped with a piping hot biscuit. It's called…The Ba-cone!"

Sam gave a small sympathy smile at his enthusiasm and then stared down at the counter. "No thanks, I'm not very hungry."

Spencer dropped his whisk and his eyes shot up at the small blond girl seated at the counter. "But, it's The Ba-cone," he said a little less enthusiastically, holding up a cone made out of bacon.

Sam's head dropped to the counter in an obvious deflated mood. He put the cone down and headed to the cabinet. He pulled out a glass mug, and then grabbed a bottle of root beer out of the refrigerator. He walked over and set the mug down in front of Sam. "You wanna talk about it?"

"752," she muttered, with her face still pressed against the counter.

"I'm sorry?" Spencer asked as he cracked open the bottle of root beer and started pouring it into the glass sideways to eliminate most of the foam. Just the way Sam liked it.

"That's the number of guys that wanted to take Carly to the dance." She said fingering the mug that he set in front of her. "You know how many people wanted to go with me?"

"Six?" Spencer smiled hopefully.

"Zero!" She said before chugging a drink of the root beer. "A big, fat, stubby, shirtless, Zero!" She chugged down the last of the root beer and banged the glass on the counter twice for a refill.

"Aw come on now, there had to be someone that wanted to go with you." He said coming back with another root beer. "Maybe you just didn't ask the right guy."

"Nope, not one. I couldn't even get Gibby to give me a mercy date!" She said, taking the glass from him. "You know, Spencer. In my short life, I have already come to a conclusion about myself." She lifted her mug in a toast to him and downed the entire glass in one drink. She waited for the last few drops to drip and let the mug fall back to the counter. "I, Samantha Puckett, am unlovable…BURP."

Spencer chuckled at her sudden eruption. It was very impressive coming from such a small being. "You're being a little hard on yourself, aren't you? I mean, everyone has a bad day now and then." Spencer said wiping of the counter next to her. "You've had plenty of guys that have wanted to date you."

"Only until they come off of whatever medication made them think that in the first place." She began pounding her head against the counter, until Spencer grabbed an oven mitt and slid it underneath to protect her forehead. "Thanks," she said with her voice muffled by the oven mitt.

"So, what about that Shane guy? You had fun dating him." Spencer asked pouring himself a glass of root beer.

"Yeah, until Carly and I drove him crazy with our competition and he fell down an elevator shaft." Sam let out a heavy sigh.

"Oh, right. Well there was that kid Pete, the guy that you went all crazy and changed to girly for?"

"You mean Pete the Pu—uh, I mean, some very unladylike word that starts with a 'P' and I shouldn't repeat?" Sam said sheepishly, as she caught the shocked look on Spencer's face.

"He said at my birthday toast that if he was ever in a fight, he'd want me as back up…more like he'd watch me fight, while he backed up!"

"Oh, really!" Spencer leaned against the counter in sudden interest. "I haven't heard this story before."

"It's because I haven't told this story before, not even to Carly." She took a deep frustrated breath. "Turns out the only reason he even took me on his uncle's boat was because the harbor master's son is a butt head that had been giving him a lot of problems, and he wanted me to beat the dude up for him."

"And did you?"

"Well yeah," Sam scoffed. "But only because the dude pelted us with fish and ruined Carly's shoes."

"I thought you told Carly that those shoes fell in the water." Spencer narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her.

"Well, they did…after I threw them at pimple-brained Pete and knocked him off the dock." She shrugged. "I should have gone back to fish them out of the water, but it would have ruined my awesome exit."

"Wow, Sam." Spencer grinned. "Yeah, boys don't like that very much."

"See!" Sam sat up irritated. "I'm hopeless!" She started banging her head against the counter again, pushing away Spencer's attempts to stop her.

"Well, what about Freddie," Spencer threw in as an afterthought.

"What about him?" She asked without stopping her head.

"He kissed you, didn't he?"

Sam froze and stared at him. "Carly told you about that?!"

Uh, oh. "Well, yeah…she was kind of freaked after you told her about it while you were on the wacky gas, and she told me not to say anything, but I was just trying to keep you from getting a concussion from pounding your head on the counter, and please don't tell Carly that I told you!" Spencer grabbed Sam by the shoulders hysterically.

"Chill, Spencer. It's alright." She said trying to brush him off. "I won't say anything." She finally got him to calm down, and sat him in her seat. She walked over to get him a glass of water. "It's not like it matters anyway. It was just so that he could get it over with, and so kids would stop teasing him. Like he said it didn't mean anything." Spencer noticed that she frowned slightly at this, as she handed him the water. "I just hate that it'll probably end up to be something he regrets. I mean first kisses should mean something…be with someone special, right?"

"You think he'll regret it?" Spencer asked gently.

Sam looked at him. She never really considered the question before. She knew how she felt about it, but Freddie? "No?" She thought for a second, "Yes? " Her shoulders slumped. "After seeing them last night, I'm sure he already does."

"What do you mean? Saw who?" Spencer asked curiously. From what he heard, Sam never made it to the dance, and Freddie's date turned out horribly.

Sam came around and slumped into the stool next to Spencer. "Gibby blew me off, and I missed the dance. I figured that I'd just meet up with Carly and Freddie later at the Groovy Smoothie, only they —" She stopped, thinking about that moment.

"Only they what?" Spencer pat her leg reassuringly. He could see this was hard for her.

"They were dancing…Carly and Freddie. She had her head on his shoulder, and he had his arms around her and his eyes were closed. They looked really content, so I just left." She started banging her head on the counter again. "He probably wishes he'd waited for her instead."

Spencer was a little dumbstruck by this information. Neither Carly, nor Freddie mentioned it to him. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary with them this morning. He pulled her back from thunking her head on the counter.

"Spencer what if they start dating and decide they don't want me around anymore?" Sam said looking urgently into Spencer's eyes.

"That wouldn't happen, Sam."

"Why wouldn't it? Freddie hates me, and he should. I purposely try and make him miserable, and with Carly it's either I'm always getting her into trouble, or she's trying to get me out of trouble. They'd both be better off without me."

"Come on, Sam." Spencer smiled trying to lighten the mood. "You don't really think that."

"Don't I?" She challenged. "Name one good reason they should keep me around."

Spencer's eyes fixed on Sam in thought for a second. He was just about to open his mouth to say something when the whirring of the elevator behind them drew his attention away.

"I gotta go." Sam slid off the stool, grabbed her purse, and headed quickly for the door.

"Sam, I think it'd be better if you just talked to them." Spencer tried to stop her.

"I don't think I can right now, Spencer. Promise you won't tell them anything I told you."

Spencer stood looking at her pleading eyes. It was against his better judgment, but she did trust him enough to tell him what was bothering her. Just like he would with Carly, he didn't want her to think she couldn't come to him with whatever was on her mind. "Only if you promise me that you're okay."

Sam let out a relieved smile. "I'm fine, Spencer. I just--"

The whirring came to a stop and the bell sounded. Sam turned to leave before her friends could see her. "Just tell her I'll call her later." With that she streaked through the door and shut it just as the elevator doors were nearly open. The last thing she heard was Carly and Freddie's laughter inside.

"Wait, don't go!" Spencer called after her, but she was already gone.

"Wow, something smells delicious, Spencer. Whatcha making?" Freddie asked, as he smelled the bacon-scented air. Spencer didn't respond. He just stood staring at the door with a concerned expression on his face.

"Spencer?" Carly's smile faded. "Freddie asked what you were making. Who just left?"

"Ba-cones." He mumbled, still not breaking his gaze.

"What?" Carly chuckled curiously.

Spencer finally broke his trance. "Uh, Ba-cone's…for Breakfast. And, Sam just left," he added pointing toward the door.

"She didn't stay for breakfast?" Freddie asked sounding a little concerned.

"She said she wasn't hungry," Spencer answered as he looked at the two teenagers.

"Well, didn't you tell her we'd be right back?" Carly didn't like the sound of Sam leaving just as they got there, and without eating.

"Look," Spencer sighed. He didn't like keeping things from them, but he promised Sam. "She's having a bad morning. She saw something last night that kind of freaked her out, and she's just a little bummed right now."

"Come on," Freddie said, heading back toward the Elevator. "Maybe we can still catch her in the lobby."

"No." Spencer stopped them. "She just needs a little time to think."

"Well, did she at least say what it was she saw?" Carly asked urgently.

Spencer's eyes bounced back and forth between them. He wondered why they wouldn't have mentioned their dance to him. "Yes." Spencer nodded looking in Carly's expectant eyes. "But I promised her I wouldn't say."

"Spencer!" Both the kids yelled at him. "I'm calling her." Carly pulled out her phone.

"Carly," Spencer tried to reason, but she had already dialed and was waiting for Sam to answer.

"How could you just let her leave?" Freddie scolded. Spencer shot him a stern look, but Freddie didn't shrink back.

"She's not answering." Carly huffed as she slammed her phone closed.

"Look, guys." Spencer put a hand on each of their shoulders to calm them down. "Sam's just got a lot on her mind. Why don't you just give her some space for today to figure it out on her own, okay?"

"But—" Carly interrupted.

"She'll come to you when she's ready." He leaned eye level with Carly so that she'd know he was serious. He looked behind him at Freddie, who gave a concerned nod.

"Okay," Carly frowned.

Spencer smiled and put his arm around Carly. "Tell you what, why don't you send her a text later telling her you missed her and invite her over for a movie night and sleepover…just the two of you." He looked down and relaxed a bit as he got a small smile from Carly. "In the meantime…WHO WANTS A BA-CONE?"

Did I say one shot? I did, didn't I. This doesn't feel like a one shot, does it? Well, I may just have to get inspired enough to make this a two shot or something. Curse you day off for giving me more work! J/K, me and days off are good. We just shouldn't hang around together too often. We kind of get into trouble when we do... something about "Idle Hands" and the Devil. Oh, and I actually saw the Ba-cone on some college life website, it just seemed like such a Spencer thing. Maybe I'll put a picture up on my profile here. I also loved the idea of Spencer being like a bartender listening to Sam's problems...if you caught that. Anyway, while you guys do that little review thing down there, I'll see if I might come up with something to actually finish this puppy, kay?