Hey guys and guyetts what is of the happening?

Hope you like it.

It's a multi~fic and it is set after iQ

It is what I think will happen in istill psycho (but I know its wrong)

+ this is supposed to be a special so that means an hour long….

Hope you like it and now for the (drumrole)

Disclaimer (bummer huh?): so yeh I don't own iCarly but I swear to god Dan, if you bring this up one more time…..

Freddie's POV-

I was sitting in the Shay's apartment. I was on the coach with Sam sleeping on the other side; her head slightly on my lap. Carly was in the kitchen cooking up some meal much like always. That was her new passion, Cooking. This was our senior year and she wanted to find a profession before going of the college. So far she had tried photography, hairstyling (Sam gave up being her model so that dream was over) and now she was cooking. I never really thought about her cooking before. She sometimes makes spaghetti tacos when Spencer's gone. But I hope her cooking doesn't taste like her special lemonade. Ugh!

Then I turned to the TV and flipped through some channels. I went straight passed Girly Cow mostly because Sam was sleeping and Carly wasn't paying attention. I turned the channels to that 70's show. They were in the middle of a circle. I wondered how old they were. I also took into consideration the fact that it was in the 70's but still if they were supposed to be our (me, Sam, Carly) age. We have never gotten high. Well I think so. Carly wouldn't but Sam?

Just as I thought her name, she twitched and turned her head so she was facing my stomach and wrapped her arms around my waist but thanks to that great Seattle weather, the thunder woke her up.

"What was that!" She sat up almost in my lap but moved quickly after realizing I was there.

"Thunder" I stated calmly still fixated with That 70's Show and the fact Sam just sat in my lap. Sure I'll admit that it wasn't the first time. When we dated she sat on my lap whether there was a set or not and I liked knowing that she would come sit near or on me. That sounds weird, that she sat on me.

"Huh…what time is it Fredhead?" She now was sitting on the other side of the coach looking at me.

"Fredhead? You're the one with bedhead…and its 6." I was trying to make a joke but that's a hard thing to do with a Sam who is sleep deprived.

"I wasn't referencing it to your hair which happens to be perfectly….anyway…" She stopped herself from complimenting me. "6 PM or AM?"

"Really Sam? Look outside." I waited for her to glance slightly but it seemed she was still dozey from her nap. "Pm, 6 Pm."

"Oh okay, Carly whacha' cooking?" She was all questions today.

"Um well I thought it was meatloaf but now I think it's more of a stew" Carls replied with a puzzled tone to which I chuckled.

"Gross, I think I'll go to sleep and have double breakfast tomorrow."

"It's not that bad Sam, try some."

"No thanks." She then turned to me. "Whatcha' watching?"

"I was watching That 70's Show"

"Well I officially declare that I'm bored" Wow she had only been awake for five minutes. Then all three of us turned our heads to the computer as we all heard the sound of a web chat call. On screen came up the name of Norman Dirsh.

"Who's Norman Dirsh?" Sam asked.

"What am I the book of answers!" I shouted towards her angrily for she had asked yet another question.

"You should be!" She fired back while in the meantime Carly answered the call. Up popped the face of a, what seemed to be large male with brown hair similar to my own yet spread all over his huge head. His chin was filled with stubble but you couldn't yet classify it as a beard.

"Hello?" He had such a deep voice it made Sam walk up to the screen (followed by myself) as if she could feel his Adams apple through the technology (even if it was advanced).

"Hello" Carly answered back sweetly.

"Oh wow it's the icarly's, hunny come here it's the icarly's" He yelled to whom I would imagine as his wife. It reminded me of Gordon and Jodi.

"Hey what do you need?" Carly was trying to move this conversation fast so she could get back to her now burning stew.

"Yes, yes me and my wife love your web show and we would love it even more if you guys could come too our house and sign my daughter for her birthday."

"Your daughters what…picture?" Sam asked yet another question.

"What is it with these questions today?" I asked

"Wasn't that a question? I think it was so shut up Fred."

"Not our daughters picture, just our daughter." What! Were these people crazy?

"Umm when is your daughter's birthday sir?" Carly questioned politely.

"June 4th. Can you make it?"

You like it?

Can you guess what will happen?

What happened on June 4th?

Don't you just hate questions?

Should I stop this now?

Yes.