A/N - Sorry this took so long to put up.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

When Carly came downstairs at nine-thirty to refill her water glass and make sure that Spencer hadn't done anything stupid, she was surprise to find the TV on, and Sam and Freddie sitting on the couch. Sam was sprawled across the couch, her feet settled on Freddie's lap and they were quietly talking. She noticed Freddie's hand rubbed up and down Sam's shin as she giggled and pulled her feet back.

"Hey." She said finally, walking as if she had just come down and hadn't been watching them at all. They both turned to her, smiling.

"Oh hey, Carls." Sam drawled.

"What's up?"

"What's going on?" She asked, suspiciously. Carly was almost certain that if the two had gotten back together, she would have been the first to know. Obviously she was taken off the mailing list, and that bothered her.

"Nothing. I just didn't want to go home yet…" Freddie shrugged.

"…And I'm sleeping here tonight anyway." Sam finished, shoving a fat cake in her mouth. She had a whole stack of them sitting on the table. Some things never changed.

"No…I mean, are you two back together?" Carly asked.

"Yes we are." Freddie said, his voice changing as if he were talking to a young child. He leaned towards Sam, giving her a soft little kiss. "We just couldn't stay apart."

"We really couldn't." Sam said, batting her eyelashes at Freddie.

Whatever was going one was really strange. In fact, it was really freaking Carly out. Freddie would never pull that crap in front of Sam if at all, and Sam would rather be violently murdered than be one of those couples—the kinds that used baby voices, disgusting nicknames and uncomfortable public displays of affection.

"And it's all thanks you to Carly that we are back together. Right, sugarlumps?" Freddie cooed, and Sam looked grossed out for a moment, but it passed too quickly and so Carly wasn't sure if that was what she saw. Finally, Sam nodded, placing her hand on Freddie's shoulder. It was like they always had to be touching.

"Uh…so everything is okay?" Carly asked.

"Of course, why wouldn't it be?" Sam asked, stroking Freddie's cheek. Carly was certain that she was going to be sick. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we are trying to watch The Time Traveler's Wife."

Sam watching a romantic movie? Wasn't that the first sign of the apocalypse? Carly frowned. "You know that's my favorite movie!"

"Yeah, well, this is just for me and Freddie." Sam said.

Carly looked at her two friends snuggled up on the couch. If it weren't for the fact she was afraid they were going to start making out, she would have pressed the issue of them breaking into her house to watch a movie and then telling her that she couldn't watch. Instead, she said, "Goodnight" and went back up to bed.

"I thought all that mushy crap last night was going to make me barf." Sam snarled as she slammed her locker shut. Freddie had managed to convince her to go to school. She griped and complained all the way but he promised her another date night if she agreed to go to school and behave. She just said that he'd better take her somewhere amazing.

"Same here." He groaned, leaning against the lockers.

"I thought that stuff was right up your alley, Benson. You know…making people sick." Sam grinned evilly.

"Why am I dating you?" He groaned.

"Because you looooooove me." She said, batting her eyelashes.

"Whatever." Freddie deadpanned, as if irritated. Sam punched his arm. "Okay… okay… maybe." But he was smirking now.

Then with that, she turned and started down the hall, muttering about bacon and 'shaking down the lunch ladies for some grub'.

"That's reassuring." Freddie muttered.

"What is?" A voice asked suddenly.

Freddie spun around. "Oh god, Gibby, you startled me. It's nothing." He paused. "You were just the man I wanted to see."

"Whatcha need, Freddie?"

"You to go on a double date with me, Sam and Carly."

Gibby looked at him with shock. "You want me…to go on a date with Carly?"

"No, no. Actually, I was hoping you could bring a date. One of those girls you are always hanging around with." Freddie said and when Gibby looked at him with confusion, Freddie continued, "You see, Sam and I are still going through with the plan. And that takes two parts, one part is the mushy lovey-dovey stuff aimed to make her uncomfortable and the other to make her feel excluded."

"That seems a bit mean, Freddie."

"So is manipulating your friends." He sighed. "We'll make it up to her once we're certain that she has learned her lesson. Are you in?"

"Yeah." He said, slightly dejectedly.

Freddie blinked at Gibby. "You know you don't have to do this, right?"

"It's not that…it's just…" He trailed off.

"…You like Carly." Freddie finished, and Gibby looked up at him wide-eyed. "Sam was the one who figured it out. She just mentioned it to me last night."

"It's that obvious?"

"No, Sam is just nosy." Freddie laughed. "Look, Gibby, you do this for us and I'll set you up on a date with Carly."

"Isn't that what caused all this in the first place?" Gibby asked.

"You see, Carly was trying to manipulate us into behaving better. She hoped by forcing us on a date we would talk and bond. She didn't tell either of us what was going on, but I'll tell her that she is going on a date with you."

"But she'll never agree to that."

Freddie smirked. "Trust me, she will. For now, though, go find a date for tonight and don't let Carly know that you're bringing someone."

"Hey, Carly." Freddie chirped as he found her at lunch.

"Oh, hey Freddie. Where's Sam?" Carly asked, looking around the room as if the blond in question was going to jump out of someone's backpack.

"I don't know. I think she left after first period." He said with a nonchalant shrug. "Anyway, I wanted to know if you'd like to go out for dinner with Sam and I."

"Um…I'm not sure." Carly said. She didn't want to spend an entire evening as the third wheel. They'd make googly eyes at one another and use that atrocious baby talk. She'd rather stay home and watch Spencer paint cats on the walls.

"Gibby's coming."

"Really?" Carly visibly brightened up. Freddie said nothing about him bringing a date, and only nodded once. He didn't want to hurt Carly but he did want her to feel left out. He'd make it up to her later, of course. Though, thinking back on his plan, he did wonder if spending too much time Sam was turning him bad. The thought made him smirk.

"Yep." He stood. "Meet us at Apple Barrel at six."

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