Word Count: 568
A/N: Sorry it's been so long, guys! Here's chapter three, and in case you were wondering, I do not know when chapter four is going to be out. Sorry!! Hopefully, soon, but with how busy everything's been, I doubt it. Apology offered.
Previously: Trusting Spencer's words, Carly dove into the smoke, only to be stunned again by the appearance of her friends' unconscious bodies.
Sam lay in an uncomfortable position on top of Freddie, her head resting against his knee, and her feet on his face; despite her arrangement, she seemed oddly relaxed.
Freddie, on the other hand, was clutching Sam's legs for dear life, terror spread across his features.
Both of the teenager's clothes were covered in dust, their hair askew, and their eyes closed. Carly grabbed a hold of Sam's shoulder and shook it gently. Finding this didn't work, she shook it harder.
Mumbling under her breath, she grabbed hold of Freddie's shoulder and shook him awake. In a dazed voice, he said, "Where am I?"
"You're in the iCarly studio, Freddie."
"Why is Sam on top of me?" he asked, releasing his hold on said girl's legs. "Wait a second. Why does my voice sound weird? Why do I sound like Freddie? Why did you call me Freddie? Carls, what's going on here?!"
"Freddie? What's wrong?"
"Get me a mirror."
Spencer climbed out of the cloud of smoke, which was starting to float away, and went into the closet, a floor length mirror in his hands.
Sam climbed out of the smoke as well, followed by Carly. She walked over to where Spencer had buttressed the mirror by the door and let out an ear splitting scream.
"Freddie, what on earth is wrong?"
"I-I-I'm not Freddie. I'm Sam. In Freddie's body. Oh my gosh. Help me!"
Carly turned to Spencer. "Wake up Freddie. And get us a fan. This smoke is really bothering me."
"I think it smells like fried chicken."
"Freddie?"
"I'm Sam. I already told you that. I look like ugly Freddie, but I'm really Sam."
"Tell me what we did Saturday afternoon."
"We went to Build-A-Bra. And I got one with the new blinking straps. And you got one with the extra comfort-"
"Ugh, I don't need to hear that."
"Freddie?" screamed the girls simultaneously.
"Yeah, um, what exactly am I doing in Sam's body?" he asked as he examined himself in the mirror.
"Good question."
"Well, what happened before this?"
"I was eating meatloaf and then we ended up getting attacked by your stupid science project."
"It wasn't stupid when you were hungry in science class!"
"It was stupid, I was just hungry and asked for an apple. You never asked if anyone wanted a cloned apple."
"That made absolutely no sense at all, Sam. Or should I say Freddie."
"Well, Sam, you're an idiot."
"Why?"
"If it wasn't for your 'brilliant' project, we wouldn't be stuck in this mess."
"If it weren't for your carelessness, we wouldn't be stuck in this mess."
"If it weren't-"
"Guys!"
"-for you leaving -"
"Guys!"
"-the stupid thing on-"
Carly retrieved a bullhorn from the closet, where Spencer was detaching feathers from a fan.
"GUYS!"
"What?"
"There's a tiny problem here. Sam's a girl. And Freddie's a boy. And you're in each other's bodies."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
And for yet another time that day, ear splitting shrieks filled the room.