AN: I got a request to do a oneshot with Sam and Freddie planning their wedding, so here it is!

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Fail

Sam yawned as she walked up the stairs of Bushwell Plaza to the eighth floor. Unlike most of the times she took this path, though, she did not head into apartment 8C, but instead knocked on the door across from it.

"Oh, it's you," Marissa Benson said, opening the door.

"Yup, it's me," Sam said, trying to keep her voice pleasant.

"Mom, be nice, will you?" Freddie said, walking over next to her and letting Sam into the apartment.

"I am being nice," Marissa said. "Just because this germ-ridden, mannerless delinquent is going to take my precious son away from me-"

"Well, you're going to be late," Freddie said quickly. "See you tonight, mom."

"She hates me even more now, doesn't she?" Sam asked, giving her fiancé a kiss.

"She'll get over it," Freddie shrugged. "She's just upset that I'll be moving out soon."

"You're twenty-six," Sam pointed out. "She should've known it was coming eventually. So, are we going to start planning now? You made me get here at nine in the morning, so let's get moving so we can finish and go get something to eat."

"I have food in the kitchen," Freddie said as they sat down on the couch.

"Yeah, gross organic healthy food," Sam said. "You know mama doesn't eat that garbage."

"I promise, as soon as we finish up some of the wedding plans we'll go get some real breakfast," Freddie grinned.

"Good," she said happily.

"Carly dropped by some wedding catalogs," Freddie said, nodding over to the stack of magazines on the coffee table. "She says if you just go by all of the tabs she placed in them you can't fail."

"Ugh, I already told Carly we could do this on our own," Sam groaned.

"She's just trying to help," Freddie told her.

"I know, I know," Sam said. "Alright, if we end up completely failing with this wedding planning stuff, we'll go to her catalogs."

"Sounds good," Freddie nodded. "Um, so, do you know where we start?"

"Hmm, well," Sam said. "Uh, no."

"You've seen movies with weddings," Freddie said. "Just think of those."

"Usually I'm asleep during them," Sam replied. "You know Carly guilts me into seeing them with her."

"Come on, you've got to remember something."

Sam sighed. "Um, oh! Flowers! There's always a ton of flowers at the wedding!"

"We can work with that," Freddie said, grabbing his laptop. "Okay, here are some flower shops in Seattle…and here's one that specializes in weddings."

"Whoa, it costs that much to get some flowers?" Sam exclaimed, looking at the prices on the website. "That's a rip-off!"

"It's not that bad," Freddie reasoned. "Besides, you always yell at me for being cheap."

"Yeah, when it comes to food and that stuff," Sam said. "But flowers? We could go pick our own and save all that money."

"You can't just go tearing up flowers from all over the city, babe," Freddie said. "Come on, just look at these. What kinds do you like?"

"I guess those white roses aren't bad," Sam shrugged. "And the purple violets."

"They're fine by me," Freddie said. "Alright, should I put our order in?"

"You're really not going to let me grab them from people's gardens?"

"Sam…"

"Fine, fine, do it," Sam said.

Freddie typed in a few things on the website and then finished the order. "What's next."

"Let's see, we finished the invitations last week," Sam said. "You got your tux?"

"It'll be ready for me to pick up two weeks before the wedding."

"So will my dress," Sam nodded. "What about music?"

"Actually," Freddie said. "I had a band in mind."

"Really? Which band?"

"They're called the Galaxy Defenders," Freddie said. "And they can re-create all of the music from Galaxy Wars!"

Sam stared at him. "You're joking?"

"No! How awesome would it be to have our first dance as husband and wife to the theme from the Battle of Panthatar?"

"That-That's a trick question, right?"

"These guys are affordable, nearby and professional," Freddie said. "Plus if we book them now, they'll even get some back up dancers to dress up like skynauts for no extra charge!"

"Baby, you know I love you," Sam said. "And maybe on some level I find your extreme geekiness to be sort of cute."

Freddie grinned. "Aw, I knew you liked it."

"But in what universe did you actually think I was going to agree to this?" Sam frowned.

"Wait, so that's a no?"

"Yes that's a no!"

"Well then what are we going to do for a band?" Freddie asked.

"Do you remember that kid named Harper that was on that show with us back when we were thirteen?"

"Um, yeah, I think," he nodded.

"Well he has his own band now," Sam said. "You can hear him on his website and they're pretty good."

"So you want them to play?"

"More than I want Galaxy Savers to play."

"It's Galaxy Defenders, actually," Freddie corrected, which earned him a glare from Sam.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to Harper's band," Freddie said.

"You'll like them," Sam promised. "Is there really anything else we need to do?"

"No, we got the church booked and the reception's going to be at the clubhouse next to it, the-"

"The food!" Sam exclaimed. "Oh my God, Freddie, we forgot about the food!"

"Calm down, calm down," Freddie said.

"How can I calm down when we forgot the food!" Sam cried. "That's the most important part of the wedding!"

"We'll find a catering place, don't worry," Freddie said.

"I almost forgot the food, Freddie," Sam whispered. "What's happening to me? What have you done to me?"

"Here, check this place out," Freddie said, handing his fiancé the laptop. "This place is supposed to be really good for weddings. They offer chicken, salmon, steak and-"

"Ham!" Sam read happily.

"And they have all sorts of other food," Freddie continued. "Mashed potatoes, creamed corn, rice, French fries-"

"Book them," Sam said, wiping the small string of drool from her mouth. "They sound perfect."

"Now what about the cake?" Freddie asked. "That might be a little harder to find online."

"You didn't think I'd forget about that, did you?" Sam said, smiling. "I went to this bakery by the mall last week and set up an appointment for us to taste some cakes this afternoon."

"Cool," Freddie nodded. "You know what, now I think we're done."

"Wow, that only took an hour," Sam commented, looking at her phone. "And Carly was freaking out. She was saying that it would take weeks."

"Why don't we go grab some breakfast," Freddie said. "And then come back here…my mom's going to be gone until tonight."

"Really?" Sam grinned. "Well then come on. Let's hurry up and eat so we can come back here and do…things."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Freddie laughed, pulling her to her feet.

The couple hurried out Freddie's door, but as Freddie was locking up, Carly came out from her own apartment.

"I thought you guys were going to be doing wedding plans all day?" she said. "You used my catalogs, right?"

"We finished," Sam told her. "I don't know what you were talking about; it only took an hour."

"Yeah, we got flowers, a band and food," Freddie nodded. "Piece of cake."

"Are-are you serious?" Carly frowned. "You're not done!"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. "What else is there? Freddie got his tux, I got my dress and we're going down to look at cakes today."

"What else? Did you even discuss tablecloths? Placemats? Plate patterns? Oh, and what about centerpieces and seating charts? And did you-"

Sam and Freddie exchanged glances.

"Er, actually Carls," Sam said. "We were just coming over here to get you. See, we felt bad that we left you out of the planning, so we decided to leave that stuff for you to do."

"Wow, really?" Carly asked, perking up.

"Yup," Freddie nodded. "You do whatever you'd like with all that."

"You guys are the best!" Carly cried, wrapping her arms around both of them. "Oh my God, this is so exciting; I'm going to start right now! I'll call you when I'm finished, which probably won't be for weeks; I'll be so busy!"

"Well, that was easy," Sam shrugged. "Placemats? Who would've thought of placemats?"