AN-This is a sequel to chapter 247, where Freddie tricks Sam into thinking that he's in love with Patrice in order to get back together with her.

Ice

"Hey," Carly greeted Sam as she walked into Shay's apartment. "How was your six-month anniversary? Or are you guys counting the time you dated for the first time into this? Because then it would've been your seven-month anniversary or something like that, right?"

"Nah, Freddie and I aren't counting that," Sam laughed, plopping herself down next to Carly on the couch. "We wanted to start with a clean slate."

"Got it," Carly nodded. "And where is Freddie anyway? You didn't leave him at the restaurant again, Sam?"

"No! That was one time!" Sam said. "He got stopped by his mom on the way up here and she insists that this tiny little mosquito bite on his elbow looks infected, so he's across the hall getting some sort of weird shot. He told me he'd come over here in a little bit. Anyway, I need to talk to you about something."

"What's up?" Carly asked.

"Well," Sam said. "You know that crazy plan the nub came up with six months ago to ask me to get back together?"

"You mean the world's most complex, insane plan that involved playing pretty much everyone he knew?" Carly said.

"Yeah, that on," Sam said. "Anyway, I've been thinking lately…Freddie to get me all rattled up during that little stunt of his…I think it's the least I can do for him to repay the favor."

"You want to come up with crazy, complex plan?" Carly frowned.

"Well, obviously not as complex," Sam said. "I'm not that patient. But I do want to find a way to mess with him…"

"That could be…interesting," Carly said. "Do you have anything in mind?"

"Oh yeah," Sam grinned. "I know exactly what I'm going to do."

Later that week, Sam and Carly were sitting in the iCarly studio, watching a Splashface video.

"Hey, hey," Freddie said, letting himself into the studio. "What goes on?"

"Just watching this video of a penguin who thinks he's a lion," Carly said, chuckling at the pull out monitor, where a tiny penguin was attempting to roar.

"Hey, baby," Sam smiled, getting up and heading to her boyfriend, giving him a long kiss. "Wow, that shirt looks really good on you, you know."

"Um, thanks," Freddie said. "My mom got it for me at ."

"Well, she has great taste," Sam said. "I should remember to tell her that next time I see her."

"Yeah, I'm sure she'll…appreciate that," Freddie said. "Hey, do I smell bacon?"

"Oh yeah, Sam and I were eating some while we watched this," Carly said.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Sam said, running back to her seat and grabbing a large plate of bacon. "I saved you some, Freddie!"

"You saved me bacon?" Freddie asked in amazement. "Are you feeling okay, Sam?"

"Just peachy," Sam said, giving Freddie a quick peck on the cheek. "And hey, what are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing, why?"

"Well," Sam said. "I was thinking you and I could have that Galaxy Wars marathon you've been talking about."

Freddie nearly choked on his bacon. "Are you serious? You want to watch nine straight hours of Galaxy Wars?"

"Sure, it's an important part of your life, and I want to be a part of it," Sam said sweetly. "How about I go run to the Groovy Smoothie and buy us some smoothies and then we can start now?"

"I-okay," Freddie nodded. "But did I hear that right? You're going to buy the smoothies?"

"Sure, I have a little cash," Sam replied. "Just give me ten minutes and then we can start our first ever Galaxy Wars marathon. Isn't that exciting?"

"Yeah, it is," Freddie grinned. "Wow, I've always wanted to do this with you, but I never thought you'd be willing to do it."

"Well, I love you," Sam told him. "And if you love someone, you do whatever you can to make them happy, isn't that right, Carly?"

"Absolutely," Carly replied.

"Well then I'll have to remember to make this up to you," Freddie said.

"No, no, you don't need to do that," Sam said. "Trust me, just getting to be with you is payment enough."

….

"And that proves that Gibby's will freeze if you put them in a tub filled with 18 bags of ice," Carly said during the teen's web show.

Freddie chuckled as he zoomed in on Gibby, who was shivering as he sat in the tub.

"How you feeling there, Gib?" Sam asked

"I can't feel anything right now!" Gibby said, his teeth chattering.

"Well, that's all we've got to you for this iCarly," Carly said, her and Sam stepping in front of the tub. "So until next week-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Sam said. "Baby, give Carly the camera for a sec, okay?"

"Why? What's going on?" Freddie frowned.

"You'll see," Sam told him. "Just come stand next to me."

Freddie gave his girlfriend a confused look, but did as he was told.

"Alright, you guys all know iCarly's amazing technical producer, and my boyfriend, Freddie Benson?" Sam said, pushing a button on her remote so that a loud round of cheering erupted.

"Um, hello," Freddie said, somewhat awkwardly.

"Well," Sam continued. "I just wanted to take a minute to let everyone know what an important contribution Freddie is here at iCarly. Sure, he doesn't do much of the creative work, but without him and his insane tech skills, there would be no show! So how about everyone take a few minutes out of their day to send this guy some fan mail? Yeah? Alright, Fredpie, let's bring this show home."

"Um, okay," Freddie said, hurrying back to get his camera.

"Well, wasn't that adorable," Carly said, grinning. "Anyway, I'm Carly-"

"-And I'm Sam," Sam chimed in.

"And this has been iCarly!"

"And we're clear," Freddie said. "Great show tonight."

"Can I get out of this ice now?" Gibby demanded.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Carly nodded.

Gibby jumped out of the tub and tan out of the studio.

"So," Freddie said, walking towards Sam and leaning down to give her a kiss. "What was that all about?"

"Well you know, I just thought it would be nice for you to get some appreciation for what you do every week," Sam said, rubbing his shoulders. "I know I don't say it that often, but you really are the backbone of iCarly."

"I am?" Freddie said.

"Yup," Sam nodded. She stood on her toes and gave Freddie another kiss. "I'm gonna run downstairs and call my mom. I'll see you guys later."

"Wasn't that sweet of her?" Carly said as Sam left the studio.

"Yeah…" Freddie said slowly. "Almost as sweet as yesterday, when she sat through my four hour math team competition and cheered me on the whole time…Alright, Carls. What's going on here?"

"Whatever do you mean?" Carly asked.

"Come on, why's Sam being so nice all the sudden?" Freddie questioned. "This is not how Sam acts."

"You mean a girlfriend can't show her boyfriend she cares about him?" Carly said, rolling her eyes.

"Sam doesn't show me she cares this way," Freddie said. "This is how some normal girl would do it…but Sam's not normal…she's…well, she's amazing. But seriously, what is going on?"

"I told you, I don't know," Carly said innocently.

"Wait a minute…" Freddie said, his eyes widening. "What if…what if she's being all nice because…because we have some big special occasion coming up and I forgot all about it?"

"Hmm," Carly said. "That would be real bad if you forgot it."

"Oh man!" Freddie said anxiously, starting to pace. "What's coming up? Her birthday? No, I've still got five months for that…our anniversary? No, that just passed…Think Benson, think!"

"Freddie, come on," Carly laughed. "Why don't you just be honest with Sam? Tell her you forgot about whatever it is that has her in such a good mood. I mean, it's not like she has the best track record remembering stuff."

"Yeah," Freddie said thoughtfully. "I can be honest with her…I'll just go downstairs and talk to her now."

"You do that," Carly called after him. Once he was out of earshot, she shook her head. "Too easy."

….

"Sam?" Freddie said, hurrying down the stairs. "Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?" Sam asked, sliding her phone back in her pocket.

"Um, listen," Freddie said. "I-I'm going to apologize in advance for this-"

"Apologize for what, Freddie?" Sam asked.

"For forgetting whatever big event is coming up," Freddie said. "I'm sure you told me weeks ago and I just…forgot. So what is it that has you all happy and nice? Your grandma's birthday? A getting-out-or-prison party for one of your Uncles?"

Sam laughed. "Aw, baby. You didn't forget anything."

"I-I didn't?" Freddie frowned. "But then why have you been in this weird good mood?"

"Oh you know, I guess love's just in the air," she said. She patted his shoulder. "Anyway, I need to go, my mom's in mall jail again for causing some scene at Build-A-Bra. I'll see you later."

"So," Carly said, coming down the stairs just as Sam was leaving. "What did you forget?"

"N-nothing," Freddie replied. He shook his head. "Love is in the air? Who is that chick and what did she do with my girlfriend?"

"I think you're overreacting," Carly said simply, walking over to the fridge. "I mean, maybe Sam's just trying-"

"Oh man!" Freddie exclaimed, nearly causing Carly to drop her bottle of Peppy Cola.

"What?" Carly demanded.

"I think I know what's going on," Freddie said. "This is a trap!"

"A trap?" Carly repeated. "Okay, you're being a little paranoid now."

"Am I?" Freddie said. "Sam's never this overly-nice to me! She's plotting something! You remember that time a couple months ago when she actually sat and watched that two-hour train documentary with me? It was all because she put pudding in my shoes!"

"You guys are a very interesting couple," Carly commented.

"And last night she watched nine hours of Galaxy Wars with me," Freddie said. "Which means whatever she's planning is way worse than pudding in my shoes!"

"So let me get this straight," Carly said. "Your girlfriend, who loves you, can't do a few nice things for you without you freaking out and thinking she's up to something?"

"Carly, Carly, Carly," Freddie said, chuckling at his friend's foolishness. "I know that Sam loves me, and she does do nice things for me without me 'freaking out', as you put it. But she does them in her own…Samish way. Like that time she made that big romantic dinner for me when I was stressed about my Physics test, she said that she was only doing it because she was hungry herself, not because 'love was in the air'. This is weird, daffidily, powderpuff niceness that Sam would never put out!"

"Again, you two are quite a couple," Carly said.

"Wait, how long has it been since Sam left?" Freddie asked suddenly.

"I dunno, about ten minutes?" Carly shrugged.

"No!" Freddie cried. "I left my door open! She could've gotten in there and put tarantulas in my sheets!"

"Where would she have even gotten tarantulas-" Carly began, but Freddie was already rushing out of the apartment.

"Spencer, where's the milk?" Carly called to her brother the next morning, looking through the fridge.

"Um, I'm using it!" Spencer called back.

"You're in the shower!"

"I need it!"

Carly rolled her eyes and grabbed and apple from the fruit bowl on the kitchen island. There was a knock at the door, and Freddie came in, wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday. His eyes were puffy and bloodshot and he had large circles under them.

"Are we trying to win the zombie look-alike contest there?" Carly grinned.

"I didn't sleep," Freddie mumbled. "Up all night…looking for whatever Sam's up to…"

"Dude, I think you've officially gone off the deep end," Carly told him.

"No, no, no," Freddie said. "I'm still ahead in this whole little plan!"

Carly raised an eyebrow. "Are you?"

"Yeah, because Sam doesn't know that I know that she's planning something!" Freddie said triumphantly. "Which means she's lost her element of surprise!"

"Yeah, yeah, let's just get to school," Carly said, grabbing her bag. "Sam texted me. She's already there because-"

"My locker!" Freddie yelled. "She's alone with my locker? That's what she's planning! She's going to put Jell-O in my locker! Or fireworks! Or fish!"

"She can't put fish-" Carly started.

"I got to run!" Freddie said, scrambling for the door. "She will not win."

"And now I'm going to school by myself," Carly sighed.

….

Freddie ran through the doors of Ridgeway High at top speed, shoving past a group of younger students as he sped towards his locker.

Sam was already standing there, his locker door wide open.

"What-what are you doing?" Freddie panted, out of breath.

"Oh hey!" Sam smiled at her boyfriend. "I just thought I would reorganize your locker for you. It was getting a little cluttered in there."

"No!" Freddie exclaimed, frantically tearing everything out of his locker. "No!"

"Baby? What's wrong?" Sam asked sweetly.

"I-you-I-" Freddie began weakly.

"Oh, guess what?" Sam interrupted. "I just got a new flavor of lip gloss; Mango! Your favorite fruit! Here, tell me what you think of it."

She leaned up and kissed Freddie deeply on the lips.

When they pulled apart, Freddie stared at her, somewhat flabbergasted.

"So?" Sam grinned.

"It's poison, isn't it?" Freddie said. "You-Your lip gloss…That's just fighting dirty!"

"I didn't poison my lip gloss," Sam said. "Are you feeling okay? Here, I baked you some cookies-"

"Ah! No! No! I can't do it anymore!" Freddie gasped, slumping against his locker in defeat. "You-You…Just-Just do it already, Sam! I can't take this madness anymore!"

"Do what?" Sam asked innocently.

"I know-I know you're planning something," Freddie said. "So just do it."

Sam laughed as she kneeled down next to Freddie and gave him another kiss.

"I already did it," she whispered to him, putting her arm around him, grinning victoriously.

"You-what?" Freddie frowned.

"I already did it," Sam repeated. "This whole week I've been doing it…I knew that once I started being way, way too nice to you, you'd start to get suspicious, and that you would drive yourself insane trying to figure out what I was up to…And I was right."

"So…this was your plan?" Freddie asked.

"Uh-huh," Sam nodded. "And I think it's my best one yet."

"Sam!" Freddie cried indignantly. "I was going insane!"

"Yeah, you were," Sam said. "Just like I was going insane that week you pulled that little stunt of yours and made me think you were in love with Patrice. So now, I think we're officially even."

"But-That was six months ago!"

"I know," Sam shrugged. "Your point? Anyway, baby, you should probably go to the nurse. You look really awful."

She gave him a fleeting smile and walked off.

"She's brilliant," Freddie said, staring after his girlfriend. He shook his head. "Just you wait, Puckett. Just you wait…"

AN-As most of you probably guessed, I sort of based that off of that Drake and Josh episode "Megan's Revenge". Man…I miss Drake and Josh. I don't know if I said this already, but when iCarly first came out, I hated it and refused to watch it because I was convinced that it was the reason they canceled Drake and Josh (which isn't true, by the way). I only started watching iCarly after I accidently recorded the iDream of Dance episode, and realized it was actually a pretty cool show.