DISCLAIMER: Last time I checked, I was NOT a 45 year old TV producer and writer named Dan Schneider.

"So now you know what happens when you feed a Gibby thirteen sugar sticks!" Sam said, grinning. Freddie panned the camera to show the shaking Gibby who was running around the room screaming things like, "bunnies! Apples! Gears on a tortoise!"

"And, sadly, that ends this iCarly," Carly said and the loud "BOOOOO!" echoed from Sam's remote.

"But don't worry, we'll be back next week!" insisted Sam. "But for now, ta ta!"

"Au revoir!"

"That was Spanish."

"That was French!"

"Touche."

"Feliz Navidad!"

"Espanol, por fin!"

"And we're clear," Freddie said smiling as he put his camera down on the cart.

Carly and Sam cheered while Gibby yelled, "rubber ducks!"

They looked at Gibby questioningly. "Maybe we should've listened to him when he told us his mom didn't let him have sugar," Carly muttered.

Sam rolled her eyes and collapsed on a beanbag chair. "Ah, whatever, he can handle himself," Sam said.

Gibby threw the door open and ran out of the room screaming, "evil lamp shades!"

Carly stared after him. "I'm gonna go see if he's okay. Will you guys be okay if I leave?"

"Yup," Freddie replied.

"We're not five," Sam answered at the same time. Carly rolled her eyes and left the usual bickering two alone.

"Frednub, go make yourself useful and get me some ham," Sam ordered.

"As much as I'd love to be your personal butler, I can't," Freddie replied, pulling on his jacket. "I have to get home."

"Why, is your psycho maniac mother gonna give you your annual tic bath?" she asked, grinning at him.

"You know that she stopped doing that two years ago!" he exclaimed in frustration.

"Whatever, don't go freaking out on me, Fredweird," Sam replied.

"Yeah, yeah." He opened the door. "See you tomorrow. Love you, Sam."

"Love you too, Freddie."

Freddie took a step out of the studio and stopped dead in his tracks. He could feel the color drain from his face and the heavy silence that hung in the air. Slowly, he took two slow steps backward, as if testing to ground to see if it was stable. He slowly turned around to face Sam, who's eyes had widened to the size of tennis balls. She stared at Freddie with her huge blue eyes.

"What did you just say?" Freddie squeaked.

Sam shot up from her chair and answered quickly. "What did I just say? What did you just say!"

"Me? You're the one who said it back! You did this, Puckett!"

"Don't blame this on me, Benson! You're the one who said it first!"

Freddie grabbed his hair, just about ready to pull every last strand out. "Whatever! Look, it was j - just a s - stupid thing I said accidently! I was - I was thinking of Carly and I just automatically said, 'I love - '"

Sam stuck her finger in his face. "Don't you dare say it again, Freddirt!"

"Like I was planning to!" he shouted. The color started to return to his face and Sam's eye size slowly decreased. Fighting with Sam definitely calmed him down. "I heard this thing on the news, that, um, there's this Arabian tongue deficiency and it makes what you say all weird and you hallucinate. Isn't there an Arabian guy in our math class?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. I sleep through math. How do you get it?"

"From kissing a person who's infected..." he said. Sam grimaced. "But that's not all! If they breathe on you, you can get a slight case of it. That's, you know, probably what happened."

Sam clasped her hands behind her back and starting pacing the studio. She looked up at Freddie, who was watching her, worriedly. "It was just a slip up," she insisted. "We weren't paying attention to what we were saying, that's all. I mean it's not like we actually..." she gulped... "love each other."

"Of course not!" he agreed and she nodded. "That would be...ridiculous! Absurd!"

"When did you turn into an old british dude?" Sam asked.

He laughed. "I'm not."

Sam rolled her eyes, fell into the beanbag chair and traced circles into it with her finger. Freddie cleared his throat and she glanced up at him. "So what should we do?" he asked.

"What do you mean, 'what should we do,' nubface!" Sam exclaimed. "Nothing! We pretend like it never happened! It was just some stupid mix-up, that's all! Don't get your anti-bacterial underpants in a bunch!"

"Ri - hey!" He glared at her. "I should probably go."

"Right, you need that tic bath."

"Sam!"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Freddie. See you later."

"Yeah. Bye." Freddie then left the studio and hurried out of the apartment as quickly as possible.

You think Freddie, being the smart person he is, would have a good memory. But, no. He forget that his camera had been broken for two weeks, he forgot to remind himself that he was going to buy a new camera today and, worst of all, he forgot that you had to hold the button for at least ten seconds before it stopped recording.

Funny he forgot this all on the night Sam and Freddie accidently said they were in love with each other. Oops.

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