Ripoff: It was all for him, she reminded herself as she sat in the horrid restaurant with that horrid person...

She didn't know what had made her agree to this stupid date...oh wait, yeah...she did know. It was all to get him what he wanted so bad, those tickets to ComicCon...why was he such a nub.

No, wait. Why was she so giving all of a sudden? What did she care if he got to go to ComicCon...it was a stupid thing to go to...even if she did want to go too.

She looked across the table and held back a groan, the food returning up her esophagus.

'It's all for him, it's all for him, it's all for him...' she repeated her mantra, reminding herself that if she were sane she wouldn't be sitting in a restaurant with him.

"So, Sam...you must really want those tickets," her, ugh, date said with a smirk.

"You're darn right Rodney."

He was smiling at her with such a preditory look in his eye it almost made her shiver in fright, but a Puckett doesn't shiver in fright.

'They also don't agree to go on dates with greasy pigs to give a nub a gift.' sneered a voice in her brain.

"Look, can you just hand over my tickets or what?" she snapped, eyes narrowing dangerously.

Rip-Off Rodney's smirk grew in size as he leaned across the table and slid over two tickets.

"Two? Where's the third one?" Sam asked.

"Uh-uh, patience Sammy...I have to make sure that you'll go through with the deal...a whole date...then you get the last ticket."

Sam rolled her eyes, "Whatever...and don't call me Sammy...the only person allowed to call me that is...never mind."

The date droned on as Rodney tried to tell Sam about all his dealings and such...something she was bored out of her mind about. And finally it was drawing to an end.

'Almost there Sam...just a few more minutes.' Sam thought as they stepped out of the restaurant.

"Well...can't say this was fun...but I really got to get going so if I can just have my ticket and I'll be out of your hair."

She closed her eyes and held out her hand, but instead of recieving her ticket, she felt two hands on her shoulders. Eyes snapped open and she glared at the boy.

"What are you doing?" she snarled.

"A date isn't complete without a goodnight kiss..." he sneered.

"No way, that wasn't part of the deal," Sam said, struggling under his tightning grip.

"Change of plans," he said as he stepped forward to plant one on her.

She felt his breath on her face and prayed for a miracle to get her out of this.

Luckily, someone above had heard her.

"Hey, get away from her," cried a very familiar voice.

Sam felt herself being pushed away, falling in the process and Rodney ran away in fright.

"Are you alright," the voice asked as a hand reached out to help her up.

Sam took the hand and pulled herself upright, brushing off her clothes.

"What are you doing here Freddifer?" she asked.

"I asked if you were alright?"

"I'm fine...just a little grossed out." she admitted. "But now you answer my question: what are you doing here?"

"Carly told me to check on you, that you had something up your sleeves."

"I did...but it didn't get planned out very well."

"What the heck possessed you to go out on a date with Rip-Off Rodney?"

'Getting you those dang tickets!' she thought.

She hung her head in shame and handing him the two tickets she had managed to obtain.

"Tickets to ComicCon?" he asked.

She nodded. "I wanted to get tickets for all three of us to go. You know...because you wanted to go so bad."

He gave a startled laugh, "Thanks I guess...but there's only two."

"I guess you and Carly can go..."

Freddie snorted a little, "After the horrible night you went through, no way! You deserve to go!"

"Oh...okay..."

"I guess it'll just be you and me Sammy," he said.

She looked up at him, beaming.

"Yup...I guess it will."

I can't think of a worst night than to go out with Rip-Off...except to go out with Nevel...eww...nightmares...