TOW Joey is Sam's dad

(Freddie's POV)

The plan was all set and ready to go! Phoebe was coming over to have some tea. I'd butter her up first before Joey came into the picture. Then, if/when she got too emotional, Joey would comfort her, therefore, have her realize that he's her 'lobster'. Joey and Sam hid in Joey's room as I stayed in the living room.

There was a knock on the door. I got up to open it. There stood a blonde woman with rings on every finger. I persumed she was Phoebe.

"Joey?" She scanned me up and down and looked at me bizzarely.

"No, I'm Freddie. Sam's friend that you met the other day."

"Oh! Thank god, I thought Joey shrunk and became a migit like that 50 year old stripper that was at my batcholorette party!" She patted my head and walked in. As she sat on the couch I fixed my hair and closed the door.

"Yeah, Joey will be out in a minute. I think he's getting dressed...Phoebe, I'm so sorry about your husband Mike. Joey told me earlier." I put on my sympathetic look for effect.

"Oh...thank you." Her voice dropped as she looked down. I put my hand on her upper back and rubbed it in circles.

"Look, my dad died in a car accident too." I wasn't lying. He really did die when I was 6. My lip started to quiver as I went on. Luckily, I got it to stop before it became noticible.

"I just wanted you to know, even though we only met 2 minutes ago." I took her hands. "Joey, Sam and I are here for you." She looked at her hands in mine. Joey peaked out of the door. I signaled him to come in by jerking my head to the side. Before he could open the door anymore, Phoebe cupped my face and kissed me. I couldn't breathe. Completely frozen. My eyes stayed bugged open.

"Phoebe!" Joey scolded. She stopped kissing me and bit my tongue in the process.

"I swear, I'm not a pedophile!" She held her hands up in defense.

"Why did you kiss him? He's 16!" Joey kept going.

"I'm sorry. But he was being so sweet about M-m..." she had a complete breakdown. I gestured Joey to hold her. He did, while stroking her hair.

"Calm down Pheebs. It's ok...Shhhh." He kissed her forehead. "Look at me." She lifted her face, now covered in wet mascara, off his shoulder.

"I know Mike was your lobster. But lobsters mate for life. Since he isn't exactly 'living' anymore, maybe another lobster could step in...perhaps, an Italian lobster who's an actor?" He smiled softly as his thumb wiped her tears away.

"Well, I've never gone out with a famous lobster before...But Joey, do you think this will screw up our friendship? What if it doesn't work?"

"...You're right." He sulked a little.

"You know what? Screw that. I want to be your lobster just for the fact alone that you remember that speech. I thought no one ever listened to me!" She kissed his lips for a couple of seconds then took his hand.

"I've never had sex with an Italian lobster before either..." She gave him a playful wink and purred at him.

"Well, there's always a first for everything." Joey smirked and returned the gesture before the 2 went sprinting into his bedroom, full of laughter. Sam and I decided it was best to make like a tree and get some dinner to give them privacy. We walked downtown and grabbed a slice of pizza. New York pizza sounded yummy in my tummy! The waiter seated us at a booth. We ordered a large deep dish cheese pizza. Making small talk as the pizza was being baked. When it finally came out, Sam dug right in. Suddenly, I didn't feel too hungry. Something was on my mind.

"Sam?" I asked as she had a mouthful of cheese and pepperoni dropping onto the table.

"What?" She answered barely audible.

"Is it just me, or do you feel really weird?" She wiped her mouth off.

"You too? I thought it was just me!"

"Yeah, it's almost like...I feel like we're in some romance movie. Chandler and Monica are married. Ross and Rachel are married. Your dad and Phoebe hooked up... It's probably because we're in New York. One of the biggest 'love' cities in the country. But still...all of these people got together, here."

"Probably...you...wanna?..." She trailed on. Quite frankly, I was confused at what she was asking of me.

"Wanna what?" I cocked an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes and thumped my head.

"Ow!"

"Kiss you nub. That's how people end conversations in any romance movie. They suck face!"

"Only if you want t-" I was cut off by Sam grabbing my collar and kissing me. It was an odd kiss, for both of us. Totally Sam like though. Rough and with absolutely no sparks. She released. I walked over to her side of the table and sat down.

"Wanna try that again? And this time we'll actually mean it?" She rolled her eyes and nodded.

"But whatever happens in New York, stays in New York."

I nodded and proceeded to put my hands on her hips and kissed her again. Unlike Sam, I'm a romatic kisser. Always putting passion into it. This time, I felt her put, not as much as me, but more emotion in this kiss.

"Would you guys like a de- nevermind. You've got plenty of dessert already." The waiter came by and left us our reciept. I payed and as we left the restraunt, slipped my hand into Sam's. It felt nice. It felt right. We walked back to Joey's place and got ready for bed.

...

We were back home a few days later. Sam was hanging at Carly's, as usual. We had just wrapped up iCarly for the week. As Carly left the room to make dinner, she left Sam and I, alone.

"So." I broke the awlward silence. "New York was fun, huh?"

"Sure was." She answered back shortly.

"And the thing that happened there-"

"Can only happen there. We can only do that in the east coast." She stated.

"Ok..." I left the studio for a minute, contemplating on whether I should wait downstairs with Carly while she made dinner or stay with Sam. I opened the door and came back into the room. Walking over to her slowly, I spoke:

"...I'm still on east coast time, does that count?" I asked, anticipating an answer.

"Oh it counts!"

"Good." I passionately kissed her again.

...

(2 years later)

(Sam's POV)

As I stood there watching Joey and Phoebe getting married, I couldn't be happier. My prince was standing on the groom's side. He waved to me and I waved back a little.

"I now pronounce you Mr and Mrs. Tribbiani...you may kiss the bride." Joey grinned as he kissed his 'lobster'. Everybody applauded as we all piled into the party hall for dinner and dancing. I caught up with Freddie as we sat at our table. Ross stood up and made a toast. He tapped his glass and all eyes went on him.

"Everyone, I'd like you to raise your glasses and join me in a toast. I never thought I'd see the day that Joey Tribbiani would settle down." Everyone in the hall laughed.

"I still remember when he was getting from bidesmaids from my 2nd wedding and canoodling with them in the pews. His sly ways of attractive women, and his famous line: Hey, how you doin'?' Joey truely changed the last 2 years. He became a father. Well, technically, he became a father 18 years ago, but you get my point. And with being a dad, he learned how to truely love somone, and be able to comfort them. That's what Phoebe needed. Someone's shoulder to cry on. And over the 2 years they dated and got engaged, I never saw Joey happier. He learned love isn't an infatuation like he thought with Rachel. Love's not about talking about love. It's only about the moments that take your breath away. And with that, here's to Mr. and Mrs. Tribbiani. Cheers!...Chandler?" Ross sat down and let Chandler get up.

"Oh Joey. Joseph, my pal, my friend. The same guy who use to giggle at the word homo and watch lesbian porn with me on the weekends, is now settling down. Never thought this would happen. I love Joey and Phoebe. But, I love them more when they're together. 2 puzzle pieces, 2 lobsters, matched from above. Honestly, I couldn't imagine 2 people more perfect for each other. It's not about money or looks or even sex like every other relationship Joey's had. It's latered with love. To Joey and Pheebs!"

When the toasts were over, the dancefloor opened up. Freddie walked onto it, alone. I was totally lost. I thought Joey and Phoebe were suppose to dance first.

"Everyone." He tapped the mic to get everyone's attention. "I have an announcement to make. Before this wedding, I went into Joey's dressing room and asked him a very important question. What was it you may ask? I pulled out a little box, with a diamond ring and my heart, and asked him, 'when we're 21, can I marry your daughter?' he said yes. I hope she will too. So, Samantha Puckett, will you marry me?" The whole room gasped and turned towards me. I was utterly in shock...

"Yes!" I lept up and sprinted towards him and hugged him. Everyone in the room applauded as he slipped the ring onto my finger and we kissed. Joey came up to us, hugged both of us then yelled into the mic.

"Let's get this party started!" The DJ started blasting music as we danced.

"Congrats on the enagement you 2." Chandler came up behind us and put his arms around us. We thanked him.

"As an early wedding present, and so Monica won't get pissed at me, here's some lesbian porn I got on amazon for half off, and I'm not just talkin' about the clothes on the girls in the movie." He winked and nudged Freddie's sides while holding the DVD up to him.

"Oh, no thanks man. I don't go for that kind of stuff."

"Did someone say porn!" We turned around and there stood a shirtless Gibby.

"Who are you?" Chandler asked.

"Gilbert Cornerlious Gibson III, sir. I like porn. A lot."

"Congratulations young Gilbert! You're my new best friend!" Chandler patted his shoulder as the 2 went off to talk. Freddie and I continued to dance until we couldn't breathe. As we sat down 'our song' began to play. "Running away" by AM.

"I'm glad I'm not running anymore." Freddie commented as he smiled at me as my own mind drifted off.

From the moment I found out Joey Tribbiani was my dad, I knew things would change. I didn't know they'd change this much. Or change this good. I love my dad. I'm glad I found him. I'm glad things changed. Otherwise, who knows where I'd be. Would I be with 'crazy snake guy'? Possibly. But, I may never know. And I wouldn't want to. Ever.