Summary: Freddie's father left when he was only two years old, and Freddie hadn't seen him since. Now his father is back in town and Freddie gets to know him. Then his father makes a surprising announcement, and Freddie needs to make a choice. Meanwhile, Freddie's mother starts dating his doctor. Could things get any more complicated? CREDDIE! Please R&R!

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or Teen Magazine. I only own Dr. Ted Baker. (Oh, and while this is irrelevant 'I Decide' is also a song sung by Lindsay Lohan)

iDecide

Freddie Benson opened the door to his best friend, Carly Shay's apartment where she was propped up on the couch, reading a magazine. His other best friend, Sam Puckett was doing what she did best: going through the Shay's refrigerator. Gosh, Freddie thought to himself, I think Carly gets cuter every day. "Hey."

"Hey," Carly replied, glancing up quickly before returning to her magazine.

"Hey Freddork," Sam said, walking into the living room. "Carly, what is this?" she asked, holding up a container of what looked like a concoction of ground beef, potatoes, rice, and carrots all mixed together. But since Spencer did the cooking, Carly wasn't exactly sure.

"I don't know," she replied, "Spencer's been doing some food sculptures again."

"What are you reading?" he asked, approaching the couch.

"Teen Magazine."

Freddie rolled his eyes. "Girls."

Carly laughed and closed it.

"You know," said Sam, "Maybe you ought to try reading it."

"No way!"

"I bet you ten bucks that you wouldn't get passed the first two pages," Sam replied.

"Deal!"

"All right you guys," Carly cut in, "Let's rehearse for iCarly."

Suddenly, the apartment door opened and Mrs. Benson, Freddie's mother, entered. "Freddie, it's time for your doctor's appointment!"

Freddie groaned. "I forgot about that." He turned to Sam and Carly. "We'll rehearse later tonight, okay?"

"Fine," Carly replied.

"Freddie!" his mother called. Freddie sighed and followed her.

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"Well, everything looks good and normal," the doctor said as Freddie put on his jacket. "I'll see you back next year."

"Thank you, Dr. Baker," Mrs. Benson replied, smiling.

He smiled back. "It was my pleasure."

"Okay, Mom, let's go," Freddie said. He did not want to see his mother try to flirt with the doctor.

"Uh, say, Mrs. Benson…"

"It's Carolyn, actually," she replied, batting her eyelashes. Freddie tried not to make gagging noises.

"All right, Carolyn. Are you…uh…busy Saturday night?"

"No, not at all."

"There's a concert in town. I don't know…would you like to go with me?"

Freddie's mouth dropped open. "Mom –" He began, but his mother cut him off. "I'd love to, Dr. Baker."

"It's Ted."

"All right. Ted."

"Great. I'll pick you up at your place around 7:30?"

"That sounds wonderful," she replied, beaming.

"See you around, kiddo," He said to Freddie.

"Yeah, yeah," Freddie replied dryly.

"Freddie! Apologize to Ted!"

Ted laughed. "Don't worry about it. Kids."

"I'm not a kid."

"Thank you very much, Ted. I'll see you Saturday night," she said. And with that, she opened the door. "Come along, Freddie."

Freddie gave him a look before walking out. Could life get any weirder?