"What's this?" Freddie asked crawling out of Sam's closet with a purple ragged stuffed dog.

"He is none of your business!" Sam yelled grabbing the dog out of his grasp.

"He? It has a gender?" Freddie joked.

"Shut up, dork! If you tell a single soul about him, I'll personally beat the snot out of your face." Sam threatened with fire in her eyes.

"O-O-Ok." Freddie stuttered turning around. When he was fully turned she stuffed her dog quickly in her carryon purse.

After about 20 minutes of packing up Sam's crap they helped her hoist her two suit cases down the stairs. They entered her kitchen after they set the suit cases down in the living room.

"What's for lunch mom?" Sam asked sitting down at the kitchen table with Carly and Freddie.

"Ham sandwiches, your favorite, Sam." Her mother smiled setting down three ham sandwiches in front of the hungry teens.

"Thanks mom." Sam smiled biting into her sandwich without hesitation.

"Thank you, Mrs. Puckett." Carly and Freddie said simultaneously also digging into their sandwiches.

"And here's some lemonade." Sam's mom said placing three glasses of yellow juice. Sam took a sip of the lemonade, only to spit it out when her dad said, "Did you pack Pookey Bear, Sam?"

"Uh, yeah, Dad, I did." Sam choked out.

"So that's what his name is." Freddie smiled devilishly.

"Remember, one word." She motioned punching her hand with her other hand.

"No problem, Sam." Freddie looked away, still smiling but not as evilly.

"Well, we better go." Sam said quickly still embarrassed from her fathers' question.

"Ok, honey. Your father and I will meet you at the airport for our goodbyes. See you in about two hours." Her mother said bending down and kissing her daughter on the forehead.

"Bye Carly, Freddie." Her father smiled at them.

"Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Puckett." Freddie said politely.

They walked out the door with Sam's heavy bags in hand weeding there way through the park and the street back to Carly's.

"What did we pack? Rocks? Cause I don't remember packing rocks." Carly said not being able carry the heavy suit case.

They snuck past Freddie's apartment the best they could. Avoiding his mothers cry's from behind the door. Once safely in the Shay's apartment Sam placed her bags by the door. Freddie moved his bags from the couch to the floor on the other side of the door. Carly ran upstairs and grabbed her stuff laying them next to Sam's. They fell on the couch exhausted.

"Okay, ready to go to the airport?" Spencer yelled in an upbeat tone walking out of his room. They all groaned in pain and tiredness.

"It's 12:04! We have two hours before we actually need to be on the plane." Freddie said looking at his watch.

"This means we have two hours to get our lazy butts to the airport. Now grab your bags and let's skedaddle!" Spencer ran into his room and grabbed his two suit cases and put them on the floor next to Freddie's. The three friends still on the couch almost asleep. Spencer got an idea. He went to the fridge and grabbed a slice of ham. He walked over to Sam, who was in the middle, and waved it in front of her face. Her nose twitched and she sat up.

"There's ham in the room." She said, eyes still closed. She flailed her arms around hitting Freddie and Carly in the faces searching for the ham. Carly groaned sitting up.

"Ow! Sam!" Freddie yelled standing.

"Sorry, I'd rather search for the ham then care for your skull." Sam retorted smirking.

"There is no ham, Sam. Wait, where's Spencer?" Carly said standing also. Spencer was behind the door listening in. He opened the door and waved the ham around.

"Sam, do you want the ham?" He taunted, smiling. Sam lounged for the door and flew into the hall. She took the ham from Spencer and began to munch happily.

"There's more in the car." Spencer grimaced. Sam smiled and began walking down the hall with her ham to the car. Carly and Freddie groaned again at their friends' stupidity. They each grabbed two suit cases and walked down to the car.

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I love that Sam loves ham. It makes the story...the story, you know? Well, I don't either. So we're even. :) I'm getting better with my Freddie/Sam fights a little. It's more like threatening on Sam's part, not really fighting. But it's a start which is good.

-CarmenAmalia