AN-As usual, since this oneshot is focused on Sam and Freddie's kids, there's another oneshot I uploaded with it in the next chapter.

Anyway, I got a request to do iOMG but with this generation, so here it is!

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Pilot

"Wow, did a bake shop blow up in here?" Carly asked as she walked into the Benson's kitchen, looking around at the piles of dishes and baking ingredients scattered everywhere.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it's sort of messy," Sam shrugged, looking up from the pan she was digging into. "But it was so worth it. Look what I made!"

"Um, what is it?" Carly frowned, staring down at the pan, which was filled with a very gooey looking mixture.

"Well," Sam said proudly. "I stuffed brownies with cookie dough, baked them, dipped them in caramel, rolled them in chocolate chips, and then topped it off with whipped cream and powdered sugar. These things are amazing! I should paten them or something."

"Sam," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "Do you know how much sugar is probably in your little creation? You might've been able to get away with eating that sort of thing when you were younger, but you're not a teenager anymore. You really need to start trying to eat healthier."

"Carly…" Sam grinned, pushing the pan towards her best friend. "You want one?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Carly laughed, taking one of Sam's deserts. "Oh my God! This is incredible!"

"Isn't it?" Sam nodded. "So you here to take the kids to that stupid lock-in?"

"Yeah, I can't believe Ridgeway still has them," Carly said. "Anyway, you're picking Clarissa up tomorrow morning, right?"

"Freddie is," Sam corrected. "I'm not waking up at eight on a Saturday!"

"Of course, what was I thinking," Carly laughed. She looked at her Pearphone. "We should probably get going soon. They're locking the doors at nine."

"Yeah, okay. Hey, Clarissa! Your mom's here to take you guys to the lock-in!" Sam called upstairs.

A second later, Carly's daughter Clarissa and Sam and Freddie's twins ran downstairs.

"You guys ready?" Sam asked.

"Yup," Ashton nodded. "Clarissa and I have everything all planned out for our project. It's going to be an A plus for sure."

"What's your project?" Carly asked.

"We're making our own moisturizing face cream," Clarissa replied.

"You went with that?" Sam asked Emma, who was spooning out some of Sam's creation. "I didn't think you would be interested in doing something like that."

"Nah, I'm not working with them," Emma said.

"But you guys always work on these projects together," Carly pointed out.

"Well maybe she finally realized that me and Clarissa aren't going to do all her work for her," Ashton said.

"Who are you working with?" Sam asked.

"Quincy," Emma told her. "And his new friend from the Pottery Club, Andrew. They wanted to see if they could make a maze hard enough for a Portervalley Mouse."

"Whoa, aren't those like, the smartest kind of mice?" Carly said.

"Yeah," Emma nodded. "So I told them I'd help them out with some of the tech chiz. You know, making flashing lights and stuff, since neither of them are good with computers."

"Oh, okay," Sam shrugged. "Well good luck, guys. Your dad's gonna pick the three of you up tomorrow morning."

"Alright, bye!" the kids called as they headed out to Carly's car.

"Um…maybe-maybe I'll just one more bite of this," Carly said, grabbing a little bit more of the brownie-cookie concoction.

…..

"You see, this baby has fifteen dead ends, twelve forked paths and a total of fifty-four turns," Quincy told Ashton and Clarissa. "And it's gonna be even cooler when Emma hooks up her computer to it so we can get flashing lights a bunch of confusing beeps in there."

"Wow, that poor Portervalley Mouse will never get to his cheese," Clarissa said.

"I think this is turning out really good," Quincy's friend, Andrew, said.

"Yeah, nice work, you guys," Ashton nodded. "Come on, Clarissa. We'd better start working on our project."

The girls got up and headed out of the classroom Quincy and Andrew were working in just as Emma returned, carrying an armload of food.

"Hey, I just came back from the food cart," she said brightly. "You guys want some biscotti?"

"Sure," Andrew smiled.

"No!" Quincy yelled, grabbing the biscotti before Andrew could put it in his mouth.

"Um, what up?" Emma frowned.

"I've learned years ago not to eat food that you've been alone with for more than five minutes!" Quincy said.

"I didn't do anything to them," Emma said.

"Oh yeah? Then eat one," Quincy smirked.

"Fine," Emma shrugged. She took a biscotti and ate it. "See?"

"I…whatever," Quincy snapped. "Andrew and I finished up the last of them maze. You just need to do the tech stuff and then we get our mouse and do our pilot run."

"Okay," Emma nodded, picking up her laptop. "Wow, you guys did a great job with this. It looks awesome!"

"Thanks," Andrew grinned.
"It looks awesome?" Quincy repeated. "Don't you mean it looks like it was built by two nubs or-or something mean?"

"No," Emma said. "I really like it." She began typing some things onto her laptop. "I think I can have the tech stuff done in ten minutes and then we can try this puppy out."

Quincy shook his head, utterly confused. "I-I'm gonna go…somewhere, for a second," he said, heading towards the door. "Be back in a little bit."

Quincy hurried over to the classroom next door, where Ashton and Clarissa, along with a bunch of other students, were working on their projects.

"I think we added too many mint leaves to this batch," Clarissa said, looking at their white mixture. "We need to start over."

"Yeah, you're right," Ashton nodded. "Oh, hey Quincy. What's up?"

"Did Emma hit her head before she came here?" Quincy asked.

"Um, no," Ashton frowned. "Why? What's up?"

"She-She's being nice!"

"Oh no, we'll alert the authorities," Clarissa laughed.

"It's weird!" Quincy defended.

"Yeah…I'm gonna go with Quincy on this one," Ashton nodded. "Emma has been acting a little too nice lately. Either she's done something really bad that we don't know about yet, or-No!"

"What?" Clarissa asked.
"Don't you realize when Emma started being so nice?" Ashton grinned. "Around last week, when Andrew moved here from Vermont!"

"Oh my God, you're right!" Clarissa squealed.

"Okay…still missing something here," Quincy said.

"Ugh, open your eyes, Gibson!" Ashton said. "She's being nice because she has a little crush on your pal Andrew!"

"What?" Quincy laughed.

"I can't believe she never told us she liked this guy," Clarissa said.

"Eh, she's not really too good with the whole 'liking guys' thing," Ashton shrugged. "You know, we should help her out."

"Yeah!" Clarissa agreed.

"Oh no," Quincy said.

"Oh come on, do it!" Ashton pleaded. "For Emma?"

"Fine," Quincy sighed.

"Hey, Emma!" Ashton said, spotting her twin over by the food cart in the hallway. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Emma replied. "I just finished the tech stuff on our maze, but Quincy ran off for some reason, so we have to wait for him before we can do anything else."

"Uh-huh, and how's Andrew?" Ashton grinned.

"Fine," Emma shrugged.

"Really? He's just fine?" Ashton smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, why are you being all weird?" Emma frowned.

"I know you like Andrew!" Ashton exclaimed.

"Um, no I do not," Emma laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Sure you do!" Ashton said.

"No, I don't," Emma repeated. "You've lost it."

"Ugh, why do you always have to be so difficult with these things?" Ashton groaned.

"I'm not being difficult! You're being crazy!" Emma said. "I'm out of here."

"Come on! Just admit that you love him!" Ashton called after her twin.

"No!"

"Hey, so did she admit that she likes him?" Clarissa asked as she walked over to Ashton with Clarissa.

"Nope," Ashton sighed. "She's being stubborn. Which means we have to put plan B into action."

"I'm still not so sure about this…" Quincy said.

"Just go with it," Clarissa told him.

….

"Any idea where Quincy went?" Andrew asked Emma, back in the classroom they were working in.

"Nope," Emma replied, playing around on her laptop.

"Hey, you guys!" Quincy said, walking into the classroom with Ashton and Clarissa. The other students who were inside working on their project looked up. "Our mouse for our project escaped! If everyone could just remain calm while we locate him-"

But the other students had already jumped up, screaming, and ran out of the room, and Quincy ran after them.

"I-I'll go help him," Clarissa said.

"Yeah, we should go try and find the mouse too," Emma nodded as her and Andrew started towards the door.

"No!" Ashton said firmly. "I mean…I think Quincy forgot that he left the mouse in its cage in the other classroom. You two just stay in here." She dimmed the lights. "Have fun…alone."

Emma rolled her eyes, glaring at her twin as she shut the door.

"So…the mouse isn't lost then?" Andrew said awkwardly.

"Guess not…" Emma mumbled.

…..

"I thought you said you put in shay butter!" Clarissa frowned as she rubbed in a little bit of her and Ashton's moisturizer on her finger. "It still feels weird."

"I think that's from the blossom petals we used," Ashton said.

Just then Emma walked into the classroom. "Hey! I'm going to murder both of you!"

"Why?" Clarissa asked innocently.

"Yeah? Why?" Ashton asked.

"Oh don't play dumb!" Emma snapped. "What were you thinking with that stupid little stunt?"

"We just wanted to get you and Andrew alone so that you two could, you know, talk," Clarissa said.

"Ugh! For the last time, I don't love Andrew!"

"Well then why have you been acting so nice lately?" Ashton demanded.

"I haven't," Emma mumbled.

"Yeah you have," Clarissa nodded. "Ever since we met Andrew last week."

"Look, Emma, I know we argue a lot," Ashton sighed. "But you're my sister, and I love you. I just want you to be happy. I mean, don't you want to have a nice boyfriend for once? Andrew's perfect for you! And you two would be an awesome couple, but for that to happen you have to stop keeping your feelings all bottomed up. Go for it! Make a move!"

"She's right," Clarissa said. "We just want you to be happy."

Emma glared at both of them. "Then stop trying to hook me up with people!" And with that she stormed out of the classroom.

"Wow…she's really angry," Clarissa sighed.

"I know," Ashton nodded. "I'm gonna go talk to her."

"Um, before you do, wanna help me get this stuff off my finger?" Clarissa asked. "It's beginning to burn."

…..

Emma sat miserable out on the patio, trying to think up ways to get back at Ashton. Then she heard one of the back doors of the classroom open up and Quincy walked out…The absolute last person she wanted to see at the moment.

"Hey," he said.

"What?" she snapped. "Did Ashton and Clarissa send you here?"

"No," Quincy replied simply.

"Oh…well then I guess you don't know that we had a little argument."

"No, I know all about that," Quincy said. "I just said they didn't tell me to come find you."

"Good," Emma mumbled.

"But you know they're right," he said.

"Ugh! That's it!" She jumped to her feet and stormed over to him. "Get out of here before you wind up waking up in the hospital tomorrow!"

"You can threaten me all you want," Quincy said, unmoved by her comment. "But they're still right. Look," he took a deep breath. "I know it's sort of hard to confess your feelings for someone that you like, because you never know if that person feels the same way. But you have to stop being so afraid of that, because you never know. Maybe that person will-"

But he was cut off as Emma pressed her lips to his.

…..

Ashton walked into the empty classroom where Emma and the others had been working. She sighed. It looked like Emma was still hiding out from her. She was just about to leave when she heard voices coming from the patio right outside. Curious, she went over and looked out the window, surprised to see Quincy talking to Emma.

"-But you have to stop being so afraid of that," she heard Quincy tell her. "Because you never know. Maybe that person will-"

Ashton gasped as she watched her twin crash her lips to Quincy's. They kissed for nearly eight seconds before they pulled away, Emma looked absolutely startled, and Quincy looking surprised as well.

"I-You- " Quincy stuttered after a moment.

"Sorry," Emma said awkwardly.

"It's-It's cool," Quincy said, still looking shocked.

Ashton slowly backed away from the window before either one of them saw her. At least she knew she was right about Emma being in love…it just looked like she got the boy she was in love with a little mixed up.