Summary: Quinn visits her cousin Freddie, and in turn helps him discover that opposites really do attract

Summary: Quinn visits her cousin Freddie, and in turn helps him discover that opposites really do attract. Seddie and Quogan. iCarly and Zoey 101 crossover. Thanks a zillion to Her Name Is Erika.

Disclaimer: Idon't own iCarly or Zoey 101. Dang it!

A/N: Oh yes, my two favorite stories in one. This will be fun.:)

We Always Argue

Chapter 1

"Are you sure you'll be satisfactory here for a week, Quinn?" I think she's asked me that over twenty times since I stepped into her car.

"Yes, mom, I'll be completely fine." I answer, again, because I know for a fact that I will be.

"I know." My mom sighs, turning left on a Seattle road. "It's just, well, you know how Aunt Amber can be…"

"Oh, she means well." I argue, brushing off her comment with a wave of my hand, but, well…after hearing so much from my cousin Freddie about her infamous tick baths, I wonder if maybe my mom is correct.

I hardly ever see my Aunt Amber and Freddie for various reasons. One – PCA, my fantastic boarding school, has me living in the state of California for ten of the twelve months in a year. Two – Usually my parents and I go somewhere really exotic and full of natural life to experiment (safely, of course) on. These trips usually last a month and a half or so, leaving half a month to prepare for school. Often, this is when I see the Bensons. We go out for dinner or to a movie and Fredward (ha, yes, that's Freddie's real name. Funny, yes?) and we tell each other all about school and friends and stuff. We talk online during the year too. We don't see each other a lot, but I do consider him a little brother because we really are alike in many ways (except for the fact that I'm very much cooler than him).

But this year is different, and well, it is my fault, mostly, I guess. What is wrong with the world today?! One accidental 'toxic gas' released in a house, and suddenly everyone goes nuts! Besides, I specifically told my mom, dad and Otis not to touch the green beaker on the second shelf. Is it really my fault that alpacas are curious?!

Anyway, my parents are invited to this xylem and phloem (the veins in leaves) research meeting in New York for a week. I would go, but according to the invitation, it's eighteen and up (I will be turning seventeen soon). Oh please. I have an IQ higher than most thirty year old scientists. Age is an incredibly absurd way to mark scientific level. I told my parents this, but instead of starting a petition like I wanted to my wonderful but exclusive parents suggested I stay with the Bensons for the week, since the house is getting fumigated (which is so unnecessary, by the way. My gas is not toxic!) anyway.

So that's why my mom is currently panicked; because I've never actually been to, much less lived, in the Benson's apartment. But hopefully all will go well.

I open the window to our car, letting the wind blow my thick, curly brown hair back.

"Yes, I suppose she does." My mom gives in. She pulls up in front of a tall, silver apartment building, which I presume is Bushwell Plaza considering the fact that my mom gets out. I open the door beside me and step out, following my mother to the trunk, where my suitcase and crate of various inventions is. "Remind me again why bringing these inventions were necessary."

"Freddie mentioned that they would be cool to show on his web show." I tell her again. Oh, did I mention that? Since Freddie is so into computers, he's the technical producer of a web show called iCarly. He does it with his friends Carly and Sam. I've heard quite a bit about them, actually. I think he spent about two minutes telling me about his love for Carly once, and then he got into this whole ten minute rant about how this Sam girl ruins his life. Which really makes me wonder…

"Oh, right." She hands me my crate, interrupting my thoughts, while she carries my bag. A bellhop is waiting at the front door with one of those luggage carriers. I hand him my extremely heavy crate with a 'thank you' and an apologetic smile. My mom does the same. "Room 3B." The man scurries in.

I turn to my mom. "I'll see you in a week."

"Oh Quinn." She pulls me into a hug. "Promise nothing will explode in your presence for the next seven days."

I laugh lightly as we pull apart. "I'll do my best."

"Do you know how to get to their room?"

"Yes mom."

"And where –"

"The elevator is? Yes, it's right there when I walk in!"

She sighs. "Alright. Bye, love you."

"Love you." I smile one more time before walking into the lobby. It's decent-sized, with a large mailbox on the left, the elevator at the back wall to the left, a set of stairs on the other side, and a desk with – Oh no.

"NYAH, PEOPLE IN MY LOBBY!" a maniac screeches from the desk. Why hello, Lewbert, my name is Quinn Pensky, how are you? "Get out of my lobby! I just mopped, nyahh!"

"Will you quit yelling?!" I snap angrily. His moaning reminds me vaguely of Coco. Maybe they would make a great couple. I don't know.

"Nnnnno!" he yells, stretching out the word. "I hate people…in my lobby! So much that –" I roll my eyes, lift my laser watch and push down on the button. A red beam of light shoots out and smashes into the painting (of a cow, poor cow) behind the desk. The painting falls and smashes at Lewbert's feet. He screeches like a girl and falls to the ground. Then I continue on my way. That was fun.

But I can't believe how big his mole is! It's quite a honker. Sure, I've seen it on the famous 'Messin' With Lewbert,' but up close it truly feels like there are two psychotic, ugly men staring at you. I shudder at the thought as I enter the elevator and push level 3. I wait until the elevator reaches its destination, thinking about what it'll be like to see Freddie and Aunt Amber, and meet his friends.

I decide that this will be a good thing; an escape from all the madness from this year. What madness, you ask? Well, nothing too crazy…a couple of difficult tests, a possibly deadly germ being released into our dorm, a swarm of bees chasing Coco across campus, Zoey moving to England, Chase following Zoey to England, only to find she's back at PCA, uh…this weird sushi epidemic.

Oh, and I'm dating Logan Reese, Erm, maybe I should've mentioned that first. That's definitely more interesting. I can still remember everyone's reaction.

Zoey: Okay, who are you, and what have you done with Quinn?!

Lola: What in the world is wrong with you?! Have you lost your mind?! How could you lose your mind like that?! It's so huge!

Chase: Um, that's…interesting. Yeah. Now if you excuse me...I need to go lie down.

Michael: Wait, so you're telling me you guys aren't throwing me a surprise party?! Aw man! I already bought party hats!

James: Uh, cool?

Nicole: -insert scream-

Dana: Well, good luck with that.

Coco: Logan, huh? Well, he's no Carl, but whatever floats your boat. (And then she ate five cans of ravioli. Yikes.)

Seamus The Scary Maintenance Guy: Ah don' care about yeh stupid love life! Now git!

I expected that no one would understand. But here's the thing. When I'm with Logan, I'm not a geek, and he's not a jerky jock. I'm just me, and he's just him. We complete each other because we're so different, but we share a common interest; each other. Yeah, corny, I know. But do I care? That would be a negative.

The elevator opens, and I step out. 3B…3B…oh, there it is! My bags are right in front of the door. I knock, and the door opens before my fist hits the door a third time.

"Quinn!" my aunt shouts, as if she's surprised I'm here. "Oh, come in, come in! How are you?" She pulls me into a spine-crushing hug. And I pat her back politely, trying not to look like I'm being squished unpleasantly.

"I'm excellent." I answer with a smile, once she releases me.

"It's so great to see you!" she gushes, and her eyes widen as if she's had an idea. "How was your trip? Do you need anything? A towel, a hair brush, a tick bath, rash lotion, moisturizing –" I grimace.

"Mom, I think she's okay!" I hear Freddie's voice coming down the stairs, in a quickened tone. These are the times when I'm grateful for having a cousin. He comes down the stairs to stand next to his mom. "Quinn!"

"Fredward! Wow, you got taller!" I smile, but I'm shocked. It's true. I think he's grown at least a few inches. I'm only just a wee bit taller than him now.

"Why do you choose to call me that?" he asks, annoyed.

"It's your name, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but –"

"Oh Fredward, don't be rude!" Aunt Amber scolds, and then brightens up. "Wait, I completely forgot! I made a fresh batch of cucumber cups!" I watch as Freddie groans. "Quinn, you must be starving! Be back in a jiff!" And she disappears into the kitchen.

"Don't worry; I was only joking about the Fredward thing." I laugh. "Come here, you overly sensitive kid." We hug quickly.

"Did I tell you or what?" he asks when we're apart again.

"She's always like that?" I ask, shocked.

"Always." He nods.

"And I saw Lewbert." I tell him, looking grossed out. "Could you imagine the chemical composition of the goo if someone were to pop it?!"

His face turns slightly green. "Why don't we go across the hall for iCarly before we both see my lunch again?"

I roll my eyes. "Baby." We leave the apartment, thankfully before Aunt Amber can return with her cucumber snacks.

He glances at the crate, which is still outside the door. "What up with the large wooden box?"

"All my inventions." I explain.

"Seriously?!" he looks excited. "This will be great for iCarly, just –" He stops and frowns. "Okay, if you see a flash of blonde hair in the direction of this box, call animal control."

I stare knowingly. "Don't tell me; Sam?"

"Yes!" he says angrily.

I sigh. "Still?"

"Still."

"Have you ever even asked her why she taunts you so much?" I have a theory, but I want evidence first.

"Of course I –" he stops. "Wait, no, I haven't. But that's only because she'd just insult me if I did."

"Okay, Fredward." I have to do everything around here, apparently. I pick up the heavy box. "Lead the way."

A/N: And that's the beginning. Next chapter, Quinn meets Sam and Carly and Spencer. This shall be interesting.

I want to give a BIG, HEUGE thank you to Her Name Is Erika, for this was her request, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it, but she totally inspired me, so thanks Erika!

This line - "Could you imagine the chemical composition of the goo if someone were to pop it?!" – was also her idea. So thanks, again!

I hope you guys liked it. I'm a bit rusty Zoey 101 wise, but I think it was a good intro into what I have planned.:)

-Colors