"...and that's why you should never bathe a cat with bubble bath!" Sam said enthusiastically to the camera. Carly nodded beside her while a sniffing Gibby took Frothy away, picking at the scrapes along his skin. Carly patted her beau on the back to show a little concern, and he smiled back before leaving. Sam didn't pay any mind to the boy whom they scarred (figuratively and literally) for life. Freddie was just happy they had used Gibby as their comedy minion instead of him, as Sam originally offered, claiming Frothy liked him (which was a big, fat, stinking lie—the last time he went over to the Puckett home he had been notified to hide any skin from sight).

"Thanks for watching!" his psychotic girlfriend said, "And always eat your—"

"Hold it!" Carly interjected before Sam could sign off by saying anything outlandish. The blonde looked in perplexity to her brunette pal. Carly's grin was hard to keep suppressed, causing more confusion for Sam and Freddie both. Neither knew what Carly was about to announce—and, to be frank, they were a little afraid to hear it.

Carly turned to the camera. "As you all know, a bet has been going on for a week here at iCarly." Sam smiled in understanding, as did Freddie from behind the camera; they knew all that had happened during the challenge of the week so there would be nothing to embarrass or anger them.

"Yes!" Sam said, holding out her arms, "I'm sure you're all waiting to hear which one of us cracked first. Well…neither! We both made it through the fire and flames and with something to show for it." At this Freddie turned the screen onto him. Sam walked up behind him and gave the boy an affectionate hug with a complimentary cheek-kiss. When she pulled away she hit the Applause button on her blue remote. Carly clapped herself as he turned the camera back on the brunette and the blonde who ran back in front.

"Yes, they are a couple!" Carly said, and then made a face the kid from Home Alone would envy. "The world is ending!"

"And guess what?" Sam joked, "I didn't even puke once kissing him! Well, except for that one time…" She looked up ponderingly, pretending to think of the false moment she regurgitated at the taste of his lips. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, which had become increasingly harder since beginning their relationship.

"But what I want to do is introduce you to the person who caused it all: Andrea!" Carly said, gesturing to the doorway. Freddie and Sam had forgotten she was coming, and they watched the door, eager to see who had been the angel on earth who'd gotten them together…

In walked a man who was very lanky. His eyes were wide and wild, and his mouth was open as he whooped and hollered. The two teens' mouths fell open at him; it was him this entire time? Yes, it was indeed the elder brother of Carly Shay—Spencer—who owned the identity of Andrea.

"You?" Sam said, "You?"

"Me!" Spencer cried, jumping up and down like a scatterbrained child. Sam's eyes went from a look of surprise to one of fury.

"It's your fault we got banned from the Cheesecake Warehouse!" she shouted, making Spencer wince and hide behind Carly, "It's your fault I had to live with a dork for four or more days, that he lost a hundred-something dollars, and that I didn't get that waiter guy's phone number! I ought to kill you!" Carly attempted to shield her brother from the wrath of her best friend. Freddie prepared to set down the camera and calm her down when she closed her eyes and put her hands up.

"But I won't." she said, "You know why? Because of you, I have a great boyfriend and a new respect for family." She smiled at Spencer, who smiled back and stepped out from behind his sister. He opened his arms for a hug and Sam gave him one, but not without whispering "Make sure you sleep with one eye open."

Spencer backed away from the Puckett and hopped behind Carly again. Sam smirked happily and moved over to the car protruding from the wall. Everyone watched her closely as she pulled out a purple paint bucket. Freddie's eyes widened as she prepared to splash the thick paint all over. "Dont...Sam...Sam, don't—!" But alas his words did nothing, and, in a creative way to sign off the show, Sam splashed the entire thing of paint on the lens cover.

Freddie grinned as the video ended. Every day he watched it and every day his wife called him a nub. He did it because his daughter loved to watch it. Well, that was just an excuse. It reminded him of the first time he ever proposed to his love, married her etc.; then he'd compare it to the actual legal moments. Every time he did he decided that the first time was always, always, always the best.

I apologize for the shortness but I didn't think I had to go out with a huge bang. Maybe just a little jingle. Okay, I sound stupid. Anyway, it has come to an end! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy everything else I have and will write.