AN-Hey, sorry I haven't updated in awhile. But I actually just got a chance to see the Sam and Cat reunion special, and all I can say is…FINALLY MY SEDDIE DREAMS WEREN'T CRUSHED BY DAN SCHNIEDER! True, we didn't exactly get to see them get back together, but he definitely confirmed that Seddie is NOT over, which is what I really wanted. Plus he did tweet hints about a sequel, so you never know…

Anyway, this oneshot is sort of iOMG…but with the roles switched. Hope you enjoy.

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Beginner

"So when Freddie gets here we can ask him if he'd be able to work his special effect magic to make it look like Gibby's on fire during our next Idiot Farm Girl skit," Carly said as her and Sam sat at the Shay's kitchen table, planning out the next iCarly.

"Or we can set him on fire for real and save the nub the trouble," Sam suggested.

"Sam," Carly sighed. "What did we say about controlling our violent thoughts?"

"Fine," Sam moaned. "We don't have to set Gibby on fire."

"Good girl," Carly said approvingly.

"Dude, where's Fredward anyway?" Sam asked. "He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. This is totally unprofessional; he's never allowed to say anything about me sleeping through rehearsal again."

"Relax, I'm sure he just got tied up at home," Carly said. "His mom probably bombarded him with a tick bath or something."

"Something's wrong with that woman," Sam said simply. "Hey, do you have anymore of that ham that Spencer got from the hobo at the street fair left? I'm starving."

"Yeah, I think," Carly nodded. "It's in the-"

"Hey, sorry I'm late," Freddie said, sweaty and out of breath.

"Dude, why do you smell like a locker room?" Sam asked, gagging.

"Because I happened to be working out at the gym," Freddie replied.

"Pfft, what gym would let you in?" Sam smirked. "I didn't know they made five pound dumbbell sets."

"I can bench more than five pounds," Freddie snapped.

"Guys, behave," Carly said, rolling her eyes. She turned to Freddie. "But seriously…I never knew you went to the gym."

"Well since my mom's work schedule got switched around a few months ago, my weekday afternoons are no longer booked with puzzles, knitting and scrapbooking…so I figured, why not? Just don't let my mom know, she'll freak out," Freddie told her.

"We wont," Carly assured him. "I think it's cool that you're starting to work out."

"You do?" Freddie said.

"Sure," Carly nodded. "Just try and not be like Spencer. He always joins gyms for a week and then spends the next six months 'recovering' by eating donuts on our couch."

"Smart man," Sam grinned.

"Trust me, I won't do that," Freddie said.

"That's what they all say," Sam teased in a singsong voice.

"Not when I'm getting results like this," Freddie retorted, pulling off his jacket, flexing his newly developed muscles.

Carly nearly choked on her drink she had been sipping. "Whoa! When did you get those?"

"I told you, I've been going for awhile," Freddie said, still proudly showing off. "You just haven't noticed because it's winter and my mom won't let me leave the house without at least three jackets on."

"Well," Carly chuckled. "Good work. Looks like our little tech producer grew up, Sam."

"Eh, so the dork has to buy bigger shirts now," Sam shrugged. "Big whoop. Until he can beat Mama in arm wrestling he'll always be our scrawny little computer monkey." She grinned as she pinched his cheek.

"Ow!" Freddie said indignantly.

"Alright you guys, let's just finish planning out the next iCarly," Carly said, hoping to avoid yet another argument between the two. "We need to get everything done before this weekend, remember? We'll be too busy during the lock-in to work on it."

"Oh right, that's this weekend," Freddie nodded, sitting down at the table.

"Exactly," Carly said. "And this time, Sam, could you at least try and refrain from drawing things on Gibby's forehead."

"No promises," Sam said.

…..

"-And that's it for tonight's iCarly!" Carly said as her and Sam wiped off their mustard-covered hands.

"Where we learned that stray cats do not like to be bathed with mustard!" Sam grinned.

"So tune in next week, where we see what happens when we try to clean a hedgehog with ketchup," Carly said.

"And mayonnaise!" Sam added.

"If Sam doesn't eat all of it first…again!" Carly chuckled.

"I probably will," Sam said honestly.

"And we're clear," Freddie announced. "Hey, you guys were both really funny tonight. Good job."

"Thanks," Carly and Sam said simultaneously.

"I mean really good stuff," Freddie continued. "Probably our best show to date."

"You really think?" Carly asked.

"Yeah," Freddie nodded.

"Aw man," Sam moaned, looking at her phone. "I completely forgot I was supposed to go to the store and get the mice I needed for my semester project, and now the dang pet store's closed!"

"Sam, you said you had everything you needed!" Carly groaned.

"Well you know I'm irresponsible!" Sam fired back. "Ugh, I can't believe Mr. Howard said I can't work with you on this stupid thing."

"Because he knows that when we work together, I do all the work," Carly said, planting her hands on her hips.

"Hey, I made us snacks the whole time you worked on our history project last month," Sam pointed out.

"You ate all of them!" Carly exclaimed.

"Hey, you know, I don't have a partner either," Freddie spoke up.

"Aren't you working with Gibby?" Sam said.

"No, Gibby's working with me, remember?" Carly told her.

"Oh…gross," Sam said.

"So, if you want," Freddie continued. "You can work with me."

Carly and Sam gave him strange looks.

"Um, you want me to work with you?" Sam asked hesitantly.

"Sure, it would be better than spending the entire lock-in working by myself," Freddie shrugged.

"Dude, aren't you making some dumb computer app?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, Mood Face," Freddie nodded. "It can tell someone's mood just by them looking into the screen."

"Well I know nothing about that dumb tech stuff," Sam told him.

"Eh, I have most of the work done anyway," Freddie said. "I really just need people to help me test it out."

"Um…okay," Sam said. "That's less work for me."

"You sure you're up for this, Freddie?" Carly asked. "Sam's not exactly famous for pulling her own weight on group projects."

Sam looked at her.

"Oh you know I love you," Carly smiled, rolling her eyes.

"It's fine, Carly," Freddie chuckled. "Like I said, most of the work's done."

"Well okay,' Carly said. "Just so long as you know what you're getting into…"

Three days later, at the Ridgeway High School lock-in, Sam leaned over Freddie's tech cart, looking at what he had done on the app so far. It was pretty impressive, to say the least.

Ha, I'm so guaranteed an A! Sam thought triumphantly.

Freddie had asked her to start preparing the app for test runs while he ran off to get his camera and a few cables from the AV club supply closet.

Maybe I should actually do that…Sam thought to herself. Freddie was doing most of the work, after all.

"Hey!" a voice said brightly behind her, and Sam turned around to see Carly walking into the room.

"Oh, hey, Carls," Sam greeted her friend. "How goes the project?"

"Not bad, right now Gibby's seeing how Spencer reacts to Helium," Carly explained. "How are you guys doing? You're actually working, right Sam?"

"Well I'm trying!" Sam snapped. "I don't know how to do this app stuff! I told him that!"

"Well you know, I think it was really nice of Freddie to offer to let you work with him on this project," Carly said firmly. "So the least you can do is not make him do every little thing, okay?"

"Relax, I'll help…sort of," Sam promised.

"Well where is Freddie anyway?" Carly asked rolling her eyes.

"He's-" Sam began, but she was cut off as Freddie came back into the room, his arms full with his camera and mountains of cords.

"Okay, I got my camera, three auxiliary cords, my USB, and some freshly baked brownies," Freddie announced as Sam helped him with the equipment.

"Oh, mind if I steal a brownie?" Carly asked, smiling.

"Sure, go for it," Freddie nodded, handing the container to Carly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Sam said quickly, snatching the container away before her best friend could take a desert.

"What?" Freddie frowned.

"These aren't those weird health brownies your mom makes that you always try to get rid of with us, are they?" Sam asked, giving the container a suspicious sniff.

"No, they're real, chocolately brownies," Freddie said. "No spinach, beets, or squash."

"Then eat one," Sam smirked.

"Fine," Freddie shrugged, picking up a brownie and placing it into his mouth. "See? No gagging. Help yourself to the rest if you want."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Sam said, digging in.

"Well, I have to get back to my project," Carly said. "You know, before Gibby kills my brother. Later!"

"Bye, Carly!" Freddie called after her.

"Okay," Sam sighed as Carly left. "What else do I have to do?"

"Here, why don't you just test the app out on me?" Freddie asked. "We've already tested it out on you and nine other girls, so we need one more guy to make it even for each gender."

"Yeah, I guess you can qualify as a guy for the sake of this project," Sam grinned.

Freddie rolled his eyes, but said nothing.

"So what do I do?" Sam asked.

"Just press the sync button on the Pearpad," Freddie told her, sitting down in front of the camera. "This app is designed to be able to be used by someone with even a beginner's knowledge in technology."

"You calling me stupid?" Sam frowned.

"No, just press the button," Freddie sighed.

"Alright, alright," Sam said, pressing the button. She watched as the app started to run and hundred of expressions flashed onto the screen. After about a moment, the screen blinked and underneath the photo of Freddie's face read 'In Love'.

Sam blinked as she stared at Freddie's apparent mood. In love? she thought to herself. Who is the nub in love with?

But the answer to that question came almost instantly to her. After all, there was only one girl who Freddie had continually proclaimed his love for since meeting her: Carly Shay. Still, though, Sam was a little shocked. She thought that Freddie's crush on Carly had died down at least a little since then. He no longer spent his days looking at his peephole across the hall at her apartment or followed her around like a puppy, after all.

"So what did my mood show up as?" Freddie asked, getting to his feet.

"Um…" Sam said lamely. "It-It didn't read."

"It was inconclusive?" Freddie frowned. "Weird."

"Yeah…I'm gonna go find some ham," Sam said quickly, deleting Freddie's mood test and jolting out of the room.

This was pretty interesting chiz…As Sam walked through the hallways of the school, Sam wondered whether or not she should tell Carly. They were best friends and had an unspoken obligation to share this sort of information, yet she couldn't help feel that that would wind up creating more problems. Carly would freak out and she would probably have to go and confront Freddie and there be all sorts of feelings involved…Still, though, it wasn't often she found out something like this. Part of her did want to share it with someone…

She turned the corner and saw Gibby taking a drink from a water fountain.

He'll do, Sam shrugged as she approached the boy.

"Hey, Gib," Sam said, slapping him on the back.

"No, Sam!" Gibby yelled, clutching his forehead. "Not again!"

"I'm not going to draw anything on your forehead," Sam snapped. "Calm down!"

"I can't calm down! I still have flashbacks to those pictures you put on the Internet!"

"Do you want to know some information about Freddie or not?" Sam asked, slightly annoyed.

"Information?" Gibby repeated.

"You know how Freddie made that Mood Face App for our project?" Sam said.

Gibby nodded. "Yeah. So?"

"Well, he made me test it on him," Sam said slowly. "And guess what his mood was?"

"I dunno…green?"

"What? Gibby!" Sam exclaimed, thumping him on the back of his head. "In love! His mood was in love."

"Huh, that's weird," Gibby said. "Who's he in love with?"

"Duh? Who do you think?" Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Carly."

"Shut up!" Gibby gasped. "I thought he was over her."

"So did I," Sam said. "I thought once they sort of dated after he saved her life, he realized how awkward and weird and stupid and annoying and obnoxious and sickening they were together. But I guess this kind of makes sense…He's been showing off his muscles from the gym lately, and the other day he willingly went to the mall with us and didn't complain when Carly spent three hours in Glitter Gloss…Oh, and I bet he agreed to let me work on this project with him to impress her with his niceness or something. Dang…I thought this chiz was over!"

"Yeah, they were an awful couple," Gibby nodded. "So how are we going to get them together?"

"Huh?" Sam frowned. "You just said-"

"I know, but if Carly gets together with Freddie before this lock-in is done, I might be able to have a few seconds of peace," Gibby said. "Have you ever worked with her before? She's a nightmare! She's bossy and controlling."

"Yeah, why do you think I never do any work when we're together," Sam smirked. "But she's your problem now. I'm not hooking those two up."

"What? Why?" Gibby moaned.

"Because," Sam said. "It's totally lame."

"But-But what if they're really happy together and we never get bossed around by either of them again?" Gibby asked.

"No!" Sam said firmly.

"What if I…I give you my gift certificate to Tub of Chicken I just got for my birthday?" Gibby offered.

Sam pondered this for a moment. "How much is it worth?"

"Fifty bucks."

Sam sighed in defeat. "Fine!" she said. "But you're doing all the work, got it?"

"Okay," Gibby agreed.

Just then, Carly came around the corner. "Gibby!" she said loudly. "What are you doing? I told you to go get some more baking powder and vanilla for our project. We need to finish three more trials by midnight tonight if we're going to stick to my schedule!"

"You see what I mean?" Gibby hissed to Sam as Carly grabbed his wrist and pulled him away.

….

Freddie leaned against his locker, looking through some old text messages. He had gotten restless waiting for Sam to come back into the room, so he decided to take a break as well.

"Hey," Gibby said, grinning from ear to ear as he walked over to Freddie.

"Oh, hey Gib," Freddie replied, putting his phone away. "Have you seen Sam by chance? She left to find some ham but she never came back, and I want to see if she can 'persuade' a few more people to get tested with the app so we can-"

"Hey, I don't really care about that, so shut up for a sec," Gibby said.

"Um, alright," Freddie frowned.

"So," Gibby said, placing a hand on Freddie's shoulder. "I heard."

"Hear what?" Freddie asked, giving the boy a strange look.

"That you're smitten with a certain lady friend of ours," Gibby said, beaming.

"Did you just say smitten?"

"Dude, this is fantastic!" Gibby said, ignoring Freddie's comment. "If you get together with her, I can have the rest of the night to finally have some Gibby time! Do you know how badly my toenails need a trim?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Freddie said quickly. "What are you talking about?"

"You're in love with Carly!" Gibby exclaimed.

Freddie's eyes widened. "Um, no I'm not."

"Yes you are," Gibby said, crossing his arms. "Sam told me that when she tested your Mood App thingy on you, it showed that you were in love."

"S-So?" Freddie said, a bit uncomfortable. "That doesn't mean I'm in love. It's a stupid computer app."

"That you made!"

"Gibby, you're ridiculous," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not in love with Carly. Now I'm going to go back and try to do some work on my project."

"Wait, no!" Gibby called after him. "What about my toenails!"

"What about your toenails?" Sam asked, coming around the corner just as Freddie disappeared.

"Freddie's being difficult," Gibby explained. "And I can't take all this stress Carly's putting on me, I just can't!"

"You didn't get Freddie to admit he was in love?" Sam asked.

"No!"

"Too bad," Sam shrugged.

"Wait," Gibby said thoughtfully, grabbing Sam's hand.

Sam quickly yanked her hand away and slapped Gibby in the face, but he didn't seem to notice.

"This isn't over," Gibby said. "We can still get this to work and my night will be saved."

"No, you tried, can you just forget about it?" Sam groaned. "Seriously, you're turning into a Carly right now. I should've never told you."

"Just help me with this one thing," Freddie pleaded.

"No, this is just stupid," Sam said firmly. "I'm done. If you must hook them up, do it on your own. Oh, and I'm keeping the Tub of Chicken certificate."

"You can't just stomp all over our deal like that!" Gibby exclaimed.

"Watch me!" Sam retorted as she walked away, leaving Gibby alone in the hallway.

….

"Okay, just a few more adjustments and then…bam!" Freddie said triumphantly, stepping back from his computer. "Looks like this app is all done."

"Sweet!" Sam grinned. "So can I find a corner and fall asleep now?"

"Sure," Freddie chuckled. "I'm just gonna put one or two more finishing touches on the-"

"Ow, Gibby! What are we doing?" Carly snapped as her and Gibby suddenly burst into the room. "We have to work on our project! We just left Spencer in there with level 11 stink gas!"

"Oh my God…" Sam mumbled to herself.

"Just sit for a sec," Gibby said, pushing Carly over next to Freddie.

"I don't seem like such a bad partner now, do I?" Sam smirked at her best friend.

"Compared to him, you're a walk in the park," Carly sighed.

"Gibby, what are you doing?" Freddie asked, confused.

"Attention, everyone!" Gibby said loudly, causing the other students in the room to stop and turn towards him. "There has been a gas leak in this room only. So we need everyone to file out immediately."
"A gas leak?" Freddie frowned as the panicked students began to rush out of the room. "How could there be a gas leak? This isn't the chemistry lab or anything."

"Yeah, where's the gas coming from?" Carly asked.

"Um, nowhere, I-I didn't say gas leak," Gibby said quickly.

"Yes, you did," Freddie nodded. "Now let's go, we need to get out of here."

"No, no, you and Carly are, um, safe from the gas," Gibby said lamely.

"How are we safe from the gas when everyone else isn't?" Carly asked, confused.

Sam rolled eyes. "Should've thought this out more, dude," she said under her breath.

"Gibby…" Freddie started, slowly catching onto what his friend was initiating. "Don't-"

"Well, we'll leave you two to discuss the gas," Gibby said, grabbing Sam's arm and pulling her out the door with him. He poked his head back in and dimmed the lights. "Oh, I'm not coming back," he added.

"Um, has Gibby completely lost it?" Carly asked Freddie as Gibby closed the door.

"Pretty much," Freddie sighed.

….

"See, now this is the life," Gibby said happily, filing his toenails as he sat in front of the controlled sensory stimulus chamber Spencer was currently trapped in. "Having time to do a little maintenance on your feet…"

"Dude! I'm starving!" Spencer exclaimed, pounding on the glass. "Give me some food!"

"Oh, sorry, Carly's supposed to do that," Gibby said simply.

"Well find her!"

"No," Gibby said. "I'm finally getting the me time I deserve! You can't just take a Gibby's Gibby time away! It's totally-"

"Gibby!" a voice behind the teen suddenly cried. "What are you doing?"

Gibby turned around and saw Carly and Freddie entering the room.

"What-What are you guys doing here?" Gibby asked, jumping to his feet.

"There was no gas leak," Carly replied, oblivious to the set-up that had just taken place. "Now what are you doing? You were supposed to see how Spencer reacts to the hot sauce in his chowder at eleven thirty and it's almost midnight! Oh, we're going to have to work through our two o'clock break to make up for this."

"What?" Gibby gasped.

"Yeah, but first can I talk to Gibby for a minute?" Freddie said, crossing his arms. "Or maybe more than a minute?"

"Just be quick," Carly sighed. "With any luck, we can be back on track by five in the morning."

"Five in the-" Gibby exclaimed as Freddie pulled him away.

"Dude," Freddie said firmly, crossing his arms. "That wasn't cool."

"What wasn't cool?" Gibby asked lamely.

"You just faked that gas leak to get me alone with Carly!" Freddie hissed.

"Well yeah," Gibby nodded. "And way to go, man. You screwed it up! You didn't get together with her and now she's going to make me stay up all night."

"I don't want to get together with Carly!" Freddie moaned, frustrated.

"Oh come on," Gibby said. "Your app said you were in love."

"For the millionth time, I don't love Carly!"

"But you've been acting different," Gibby pointed out.

Freddie looked down at his shoes. "No I haven't…"

"Yeah you have," Gibby nodded. "You joined a gym, you tag along with Sam and Carly wherever they go, even to Glitter Gloss, you let Sam work with you on this project to impress Carly."

Freddie didn't reply.

"Look," Gibby said, patting his shoulder. "I just want to have a few hours to myself tonight."
Freddie shrugged his friend's hand off. "Then hide in the men's room."

And with that he turned and stormed out of the room.

"Men's room…" Gibby repeated thoughtfully. "Huh…that could work too."

Freddie sighed as he leaned against the wall of the building outside in the Ridgeway patio. Tonight really hadn't turned out the way he had planned at all…Stupid Gibby.

Suddenly, he heard the back door open up and Sam walked outside.

"Hey," she said.

"What?" Freddie sighed. "Gibby sent you to find me?"

"No," Sam replied simply.

"Oh, so you don't know that we got into a fight?"

"Oh, I know that," Sam said. "But he never told me to come find you."

"Well good," Freddie mumbled.

"But," Sam said. "The moron's not exactly barking up the wrong tree."

"Oh come on!" Freddie cried. "You too?"

"I mean, I know I always teased you and said how Carly would never ever love you," Sam said heavily. "But…you don't have to just assume I'm right."

"For the last time, I don't love Carly!" Freddie yelled.

"Sure," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "You keep bragging about going to the gym, you want to tag along with us wherever we go, even to the girlies places that even I don't want to go to, you're letting me slap my name on your project just to impress her…"

"That doesn't mean I love her," Freddie muttered.

"Well you hate me," Sam shrugged.

"I never said I hate you," Freddie said softly.

Sam laughed. "Ha! Yes you have! We tell each other we hate the other at least five times a day!"

Freddie got to his feet. "Can you just leave?"

"Fine," Sam conceded. "I'll leave."

"Thank you."
"But first-"

"Ugh!"

"Look," Sam said, her voice serious. "I know it's kind of scary to talk to someone about those feelings. You don't want them to reject you and have it be all uncomfortable and chiz. But…you can do it. Just think about how much less sucky you'll feel if-"

And then, out of nowhere, she was cut off as Freddie grabbed her shoulders and crashed his lips to her.

Sam's eyes widened in shock, but she didn't pull away…

Finally, after about eight seconds, Freddie stepped back, his face clearly showing how alarmed he was at his own actions.

"Um…" Sam started, not sure of what to say.

"S-Sorry," Freddie stammered.

"It's cool," Sam said, still completely off guard.

It seemed like she had been quite wrong. Freddie was in love, but it looked like it wasn't with Carly Shay.