Hey Guys, thanks for your reviews – and now, without further ado, here's chapter nine!

Disclaimer: I own Jack Benson, the teacher, and Dr. Ted Baker. No other characters belong to me at this point.

Telling Sam and Carly

"Hey Mom, I'm home," Freddie called as he let himself into the apartment after school. But he soon stopped in his tracks, as he saw his mother dusting pillows. "Um, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Dusting pillows?"

"Thank you for stating the obvious. Freddie, there's no time for you to take a bath, so go put on a fresh shirt."

"Um…" Okay, so his mother was a bit of a neat freak, true, but she had just dusted the pillows two days earlier. She usually waited at least five days. "Do you want to tell me why I need to?"

"First put on a clean shirt and then I'll tell you."

He sighed, but obeyed her.

"So what's the problem?" Freddie asked as he returned.

"Oh Freddie, I did something very wrong of me. I invited Ted to dinner! What was I thinking?"

Freddie shuddered. He knew his mother had been out with him a few times, and he'd been over the night Freddie's father had told them about his move to Chicago, but to dinner – and with Freddie there?

"Freddie, I don't like that shirt. You know what, maybe you should put on a suit and tie."

"Or maybe I should eat over at Carly's."

"No. This dinner could mean something. I need you here."

"Well, I have to go over to Carly's anyway. We have rehearsal today."

"Fine, but be back in 15 minutes!"

"Mom, you know that it takes longer than that for an iCarly rehearsal."

"Do you want me to make it five minutes?"

"What time is Dr. Baker due over anyway?"

"Six thirty."

Freddie checked the clock in that hung over the television. "That's in 3 hours, and I've already got a nice, clean shirt on."

"Fine. One hour, Freddie!"

Freddie sighed. "Sure, Mom."

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Freddie shook his head as he went across the hall to the Shay's apartment. "Door's open!" came Carly's voice. Freddie opened it and walked in.

"Hey guys. Ready for rehearsal?" he asked tiredly.

"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked, as she smashed a banana with her fist. Freddie looked at her. "Don't even ask, unless you want the next banana smashed in your face."

"Sam got detention again," Carly clarified, "But I've convinced her that smashing bananas is a way better activity. Anyway, yeah, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired."

"Tough decision?" Carly asked.

Freddie shook his head. "I've already decided."

"What's the final decision?"

Freddie sighed. "I'm going."

"What?" Carly cried. "Freddie, you can't go! You can't leave iCarly!"

"Carls, I want to get to know my dad better."

"But leave us? Why can't he just move to Seattle – why do you have to be the one to move?"

"I'm sorry, Carly," Freddie said softly. "You know what, maybe we shouldn't do rehearsal today."

"Well, seeing as how you're leaving us, it doesn't really matter."

"When's the big day, anyway?" Sam asked, taking a bowl and a bag of popcorn. "Ah, I feel so much better."

"Sam," Carly asked, surveying the mess that was made on the countertop, "Would you like to clean that up?"

"Nah, too lazy. I'll get to it later." She plopped down on the couch beside Carly.

"My dad said in about two weeks."

"That means two iCarly's left with us," Carly said. "Freddie, how could you do this to us? We need you!"

"What about what I need?" Freddie snapped. "It's not just about iCarly, Carly! This is my chance to get to know my father – really get to know him. Why can't you understand that? You have Spencer, the cool, older brother who is so relaxed and cool about everything. And me? I've got a weirdo for a mother who makes me take tick baths, go to bed at 7:30pm on school nights, eat Brussel Sprout Fish and won't let me eat lasagna with a fork because it's too dangerous!" Freddie didn't wait for Carly's response. "You know what? Save it. I'm out of here." He turned around and before Carly could stop him, he opened the door and left the apartment. Carly didn't go after him.

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Dun-dun-dun! So now Sam and Carly know – which was probably the easy part. Let's hope Mrs. Benson's date with Ted Baker goes well…

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