Author's Note: Hello my dear readers. I have another adventure for you set in the universe of iCarly's Father, iGet My (Second) Chance and i18(ish) to Life. As you can tell this is a crossover with Victorious. Ironically, this is the first crossover I started writing on, but the last in order I'm posting if you are familiar with my other to crossover!ship stories. In pointing that out, I actually wrote on and planned out the majority of this story BEFORE iParty with Victorious even aired back in June of this year, so that episode did not happen in this universe and non-canon compliant with the episode and the ones the follow obviously. I hope you enjoy my made from scratch crossover. Dan, if you are going to do a crossover, actually have the characters interact or it isn't a crossover. Tori/Carly don't count, that's just a rehash of iFight Shelby Marx.

Also, the character filters are for main characters, not pairing obviously.

Oh, and it is blindly obvious what Steven Shay is involved with his career at this point if you understand the anvil size hints I give in this story.

iAlready Have a Family
By OneHorseShay
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. For God sakes, don't sue.
Rating: T Language, Adult Themes, Maybe some Violence.
Pairings: Carly/Freddie, Sam/Brad, Jade/Beck, Steven Shay/Ruby West (Ms. West)?

Summary: Semi-sequel to i18(ish) to Life. A little over a month since Creddie married, Freddie gets a lifetime opportunity to be on the movie set for his latest Sci-fi obsession and a semi-honeymoon with Carly in L.A., but everyone finds the meaning of family when Freddie meets someone unexpected and friends reunite.

Chapter 1

Shay/Shay-Benson/Benson Apartment
Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The brunette web-hostess stirred slightly as she was lying in bed on her side as her alarm clock softly buzzed. A smile played on Carly's lips as she felt the comforting touch of a palm of a left hand, with a slight grazing of a ring on the ring finger, just under the hem of her T-shirt and over her abdomen. She then felt a comforting pressure on her back from a muscular chest followed by a nose snuggling into her hair.

Freddie lifted his head slightly to kiss her cheek before whispering, "Morning."

"Morning," she whispered with a small grin and opened her eyes as her husband held her tight against himself.

Carly reached over and finally turned off the now loud buzzing noise. She rested her head back on the pillow and sighed in disappointment, "We have to get up."

"I know," he replied in just as a defeated tone. "But…" he kissed her softly again on the cheek. "We can take a few minutes?"

"Only if you don't mind my morning breath," she giggled before she turned to face him and smiled before returning with her own kiss. Her hands rested on his chest as his hands slipped to the small of her back. He deepened the kiss and ran a hand tenderly up and down her back. She started sliding a hand down his chest, across his abdomen then her fingertips grazed his low abdomen just inside the waistband of his flannel pajama pants.

He smiled into their kiss. "Unfortunately, we don't have time for that," he laughed in response to her touch.

"I know," she responded with a playful pout. "I was just distracting you."

Freddie raised an eyebrow as he asked, "From what?"

"To give me a head start to the bathroom," she whispered then rolled out of his grip and to her feet off the bed. She laughed as she quickly patted down the steps to the floor of their room and dashed off to the bathroom.

Freddie buried his face in a pillow and groaned for a moment. He then lifted his head up and shouted, "You need to start getting up earlier so I have enough time in the bathroom!"

"I told you! Use dad's or Spencer's if you think I take to long!" she shouted back already making it to her bathroom.

Freddie rolled unto his back to stare at the ceiling and started laughing. He let the laughter play out then sat up in bed to take a quick glance of their room. Its appearance seemed that Carly and Freddie's personal space effortless splice together; one of the pillow cases on their bed was one of his Galaxy War pillow cases. They had found space for all of his 'cuky' stuff, from his Galaxy Wars figures to pictures and memorabilia that hung with her pictures to all of his computer hardware. The only problem they faced was sharing closet space which led to several playful fights then make ups until Freddie reprogrammed the closet touchpad to make it easier for them to get their individual clothes.

He let out a breath and threw the sheet and blanket off of his legs and went to start his morning routine the best he could as he waited his turn for the bathroom.

Freddie was finishing buttoning his blue and white flannel patterned shirt as he came down the stairs. Carly wearing an orange Penny-T with the words: MRS. CREDDIE and a black skirt and was already eating breakfast with Spencer. She grinned at him being "late" to breakfast. "You're late," she commented holding her grin.

He walked to her and kissed her on the cheek then taking a seat beside her at the kitchen table. Spencer had already laid out a plate with Tech-Producer's breakfast on it and Freddie immediately started digging into his cooling breakfast. Between mouthfuls, he commented, "Someone was hogging the bathroom."

The brunette rolled her eyes playfully. "I've never had to share a bathroom before; I'm still getting use to sharing it."

Freddie laughed, "We don't share; you lock the door and only open it after you're completely done then I get my turn."

She looked down at her and gave a pitiful look. "Sorry, but it takes me longer."

Freddie shook his head trying to deflect her look. "Then let me go first or just use your desk monitor to do your makeup."

"But—"

Spencer spoke up laughing at the pair, "If you argue anymore you're going to be late for school."

The couple each sighed and went back to their breakfast knowing that they would work it out when they got back home that afternoon.

They ate for a few more minutes before Freddie finished his breakfast first and went to the kitchen computer. Carly held back a laugh as she watched him almost giddily get on to the computer to check the latest news on one of his new scifi shows becoming a movie or something. She thought it was becoming was almost as bad as his Galaxy War fandom, but still very much cuky to her.

After catching up on the news saying that production would start on Friday, he pulled up the iCarly site and started reading the latest comments on the wedding photos still posted. The majority of them were quite positive and supportive, but others were not and stood out: You should be ashamed of yourself Carly for getting married so young and making your viewers think it's alright. I thought you were a good role model for my daughter. He read another person's post that angered him more: Were you that eager to spread your legs for him? Or are you trying to cover up getting knocked up by someone else? One that really caught his attention was (as if the others hadn't): That WHORE stole Freddie from Sam, she had her chance!

Freddie had a grim look in his face as he tapped the mouse button several times, deleting one post after another. He was so focused on the screen that he didn't notice Carly walk around the counter and step beside him until she asked, "What'cha doing now?"

Freddie cleared his throat startled and quickly scrolled down to some positive comments. He then commented as causally as possible, "Oh, just some housekeeping stuff on the site… you ready to go?"

"Sure," she replied with a smile as she looped her arm with his arm. Freddie clicked off the window and stood up from the stool. They headed for the elevator and Spencer handed Freddie his book bag.

Freddie raised an eyebrow as he looked at the siblings.

Carly spoke up with a grin, "I may hog the bathroom, but that doesn't mean I can't help you get everything." She then gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Freddie laughed as the couple entered the elevator and the door came down.

Ridgeway High School

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Shay/Benson couple entered the main hallway through the back entrance and headed to Carly's locker. They stopped as they turned the corner and Freddie smirked when they caught Sam and Brad sharing several slow kisses with each other at the blonde's locker.

Carly giggled softly, "Are we interrupting something?"

The pair instantly pulled apart from the sound of the question. Brad looked down and wiped a hand down his mouth and chin. Sam started wiping her lips off with a tip of a finger as she looked at the brunette couple. "Oh, it's only you two," she replied in a disappointed tone.

Carly laughed louder, "Yeah, just us."

Brad cleared his throat loudly and scratched the back of his head. "I need to get to my locker before class. I'll see you later." He then leaned down and kissed Sam on the cheek. Sam nodded and gave him a half smile as he turned to head off to his locker.

Freddie quickly gave Carly a kiss on the cheek and called, "Wait up Brad, I have to tell you the latest news about the movie—"

Brad stopped and turned around allowing Freddie to catch up. They were just close enough for the girls to overhear Brad happily ask Freddie, "You heard they were going to start production at the end of the week?" Several other students from the AV club and other approached the pair and started getting into the conversation.

Sam let out a breath and shook her head as she stared at her boyfriend with the rest of them all laughing and going on about the excitement of the movie starting production. "Oh my God Carls, I'm dating a nerd… mama doesn't know who she is anymore."

Carly closed her eyes as she smiled and shook her head. "It's alright; you get use to it."

With a sour face, the blonde responded, "I don't want to get use to it."

The brunette laughed, "You really don't have a choice if you like him and want to stay with him. You're not going to change him."

"Speaking from experience?"

"Yes, but I don't want to change Freddie," Carly replied hesitantly.

"Really?"

Carly took a quick breath and rolled her eyes. "Fine, I think he's too much of a perfectionist when it's his turn to cook dinner and I don't like waiting and I thought I was bad at separating clothes for the laundry."

Sam laughed then replied a moment after catching her breath, "Yeah, we see how long he takes to fix one pizza and you know he gets the clothes thing from his mother."

"I know, but I know it's just one of the many things we're getting use to with living together." She then faced the blonde and smirk, "But it has been easier then that time you moved in to get away from your mother."

"Hey, watch it Shay," she answered and pointed a finger at the taller girl.

She waved her off. "You know I love you."

Sam laughed in return and the pair then turned to their lockers to get ready for the day.

Carly asked as she was pulling out a book, "So, did you come up with anything new for our Graduation episode?"

Sam gave her a crooked smile. "Sorry?"

The brunette let out a defeated breath, "I feel like I'm hitting my head against a wall trying to figure out something for the Graduation episode."

Sam let out a slow breath. "It's going to be okay kiddo, we still have two months. You're just worrying too much like you always do."

In a higher than normal pitch voice, she countered, "It's been more than a month and we have barely anything and I'm not even happy with what we have."

"Everyone loves our sketches—"

Carly's shoulders slumped as she interrupted, "I know, but I, we need something new and different and—big to celebrate. We are graduating and there are plenty of our viewers graduating with us. I just want this one to be special."

The blonde timidly answered, "This is sounding more like a finale show then a special."

Carly looked down and slightly shook her head. "We're still going to be doing ones during the summer, but… we don't know how much time we'll have during college."

The trouble-maker patted the girl on the shoulder and replied in hopefully a reassuring voice, "Well then cupcake, we're going to come up with something great and you never know where some inspiration will come from in the meantime."

Hollywood Arts High

Los Angeles, CA

"…and that is how you act like a robot from the future when you find out that the next Galaxy Wars movie has been pushed back," Erwin Sikowitz, the improvisational teacher concluded his lecture as the bell for lunch rang.

The class sighed as one in relief as they grabbed their book bags and other items and proceeded out the door.

The mostly bald man with thick brown hair coming off the side and back of his head called out excitedly, "Wait, Tori, André, Cat, Robbie, Jade, Beck, could you stay for a moment?"

The group of students stopped and turned to their eccentric teacher as he pulled a seat up to the small stage of the classroom.

"What about me?" the puppet in Robbie's arms asked in a harsh tone.

He sighed as he sat down, "And Rex."

"We are not doing the Diddle-Bops again," Jade stated firmly as she had an arm around her boyfriend Beck. She caught a quick glance of the red velvet haired Cat Valentine give a short pout at the news; apparently she still hadn't gotten over them never wanting to perform as a group again.

"What? Oh, no, not that, definitely not that… why would you ask?"

Tori spoke up, "Because the last time you wanted us to wait was to pitch us forming a group for your friend's son's birthday party?"

"Oh right…" he replied slowly then closed his eyes to wave that conversation away. "Anyway, what I wanted to talk to you about is that I've been talking with a casting friend of mine, Jenny, and it turns out that she needs some extras for a film that's starting production this Friday and I thought maybe some of you would be interested in making some extra money and it wouldn't hurt any of you to have that on a résumé or college application."

The African-American musician with dreads almost to his shoulders asked, "What kind of film?"

"A scifi/military/action film," the balding teacher answered with a grin. "It's going to be one of those high budget ones, not one of those silly B-movies."

The brunette Tori Vega shot up a hand. "I don't have to do another stunt do I?"

Jade smirked and shook her head, reveling at the memory of getting to push Tori off the three story stage and dropping her onto the airbag.

Sikowitz sighed, "No Tori, just extras or maybe a speaking line or two."

"Oh… good…" she replied in a relieved voice as she lowered her hand.

Cat asked with a concern look displayed on her face, "Will there be cute aliens or scary aliens?"

"I don't know," Sikowitz answered slowly as he narrowed his eyes on the red velvet hair girl.

Rex spoke up jerking his head as 'he' looked to the cute redhead, "What does it matter? Cute, ugly, they'd probably still eat you anyway."

Cat's mouth opened in shock and sucked in a breath.

The others shook their heads or stifled a laugh at Rex's routine to take shots at the redhead.

Jade snorted out dismissively, "Science fiction is stupid."

Beck pulled her closer for a playfully hug and grinned. "It could be fun. It's something different."

Jade rolled her eyes and sighed, "So? It doesn't make it any less stupid. It's probably about a group of kids working together to overcome evil and save the world. Aggg… I hate those movies. They're so cliché. Besides, did everyone forget that we still have to come up with something before graduation and practice it?"

Tori scratched the side of her head and spoke tentatively, "I have to agree with Jade on this one. Are we going to have time for both?"

The raven haired girl with blue streaks rolled her eyes at the thought of having to agree with Tori Vega on anything.

Sikowitz grinned and laced his fingers. "You'll have plenty of time for both or I wouldn't have suggested it in the first place. Besides, it could inspire you to do something fantastic."

Jade looked to the rest of the students in the room, "Let's make this clear: I am not dressing up as some cute little alien or painted blue for any kind of performance."

Cat spoke up in a deflated tone, "Ahh… I could make great costume for you and blue is your color."

She glared only for a moment at the redhead, but her look quickly turned to one of reluctant acceptance of the childlike teenager's behavior, if not her suggestion.

The teacher then called out, "Just think about it and let me know… you do get to have Friday off if you decide to go and any other time will be excuse you from your other classes next week."

The teenagers looked to each other and nodded and traded eye contact to let each other know that they were considering going. Each in turn, the students signaled that they were interested in going, except for Jade.

Beck looked to Jade and grinned as he had an arm around her shoulder.

She then let out a sigh, "Fine, I'll go."

Beck chuckled then kissed her temple.

"Great, I'll let Jenny know and tell you tomorrow where you need to go, now off you go. I need to eat lunch," Sikowitz answered impatiently and turned to get his own packed lunch.

The students then made their way out of the room off to head for lunch eagerly discussing what could entail with their involvement in the film.

Lt. General Jonathan J. O'Neill's Office
E-Ring
The Pentagon
Washington, DC
Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Brigadier General Shay entered the conference room in full Service Dress, somewhat standing out from the other company-grade and field officers and enlisted personnel wearing either standard ABUs or their command's custom black ABUs. General O'Neill was in his black ABUs since he preferred them over his Service Dress when he could get away with it.

The grey haired General sitting behind his desk spoke up cheerfully, "Shay, I'm glad you could make it. How was the inspection?"

Shay saluted and O'Neill quickly returned it. "Thank you sir, I'm glad I could make it. It sounds important and the inspection went find sir," Shay replied causally.

O'Neill nodded and motioned for one of the free chairs in front of his desk as the rest stood in a semi-circle around the office. Shay took a seat and unbuttoned his jacket. "Good, now if we can get started. Some of you may be familiar with a Martin Lloyd—"

There was a series of groans throughout the room. Shay held back a chuckle and shook his head; he had never had the "pleasure" of meeting Mr. Lloyd, but he thought the stories were exaggerations by people who were not comfortable around 'peculiar' people.

O'Neill raised a hand and with a good humor smile, "I know, he can be a bit… odd, but this is important. Martin is making a film based off of his television series and was hoping that he could get some additional technical assistance from the Air Force."

Shay sat up his chair straighter and asked, "You mean we're going to make sure he doesn't say anything he's not supposed to say, sir?"

The older General laughed, "That would be the more accurate statement."

One of the officers present, a Colonel Young, spoke up, "I thought he already tried the whole movie route and it became a TV show again?"

O'Neill looked back to Young and replied, "It did, but another studio bought out the rights and they want to redo it as a serious movie, not all campy as he is currently making his show. He's already going to get the technical assistance from the Air Force Entertainment Liaison Office is already going to help, but as Colonel Young pointed out, we're going to need someone to make sure he doesn't put anything in there he's not suppose to."

Young replied up, "How about you General Shay? You're son is pretty eccentric and babysitting Mr. Lloyd wouldn't be too difficult."

Shay turned in his seat to look at the Colonel he really didn't like that entirely well. He replied casually, but with a little guardedly, "Artists can be like that… it gives you a new way to look at the universe." He then looked back to O'Neill, "I was wondering when we'd have this meeting."

O'Neill raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh?"

Shay gave a soft chuckle. "My son and son-in-law are really eager about the movie ever since they heard it was going to be made."

Colonel Young commented dryly and with a hint of disrespect, "I hope you didn't let anything slip One-Horse." The slightly curly haired kept a slight smirk on his face as he looked back at his superior.

Shay turned his head and glared at the Colonel. He clenched his left fist tight and missed the feeling of his wedding band. The Colonel only kept the smirk for a moment before the intense stare caused him the need to clear his throat. The other personnel started shuffling their feet even if the stare was not directed at them.

O'Neill spoke up in a harsh tone, "Colonel, you're dismissed."

He turned to look at the Three-Star General and asked, "Sir?"

"You are dismissed," the grey haired man instructed in a sharp tone.

"Yes sir," he nodded hesitantly then headed out of the General's office.

Shay stared at the Colonel during the brief time it took him to leave the office and shut the door. Shay held the cold stare at the door even after the slightly shorter man left the office.

"Steven?" O'Neill asked quietly and very patently.

"Yes sir," he replied immediately, but slowly turned his gaze from the door and back to the General.

"Would you like the assignment?" O'Neill asked with a grin.

Shay took a moment to think about it then nodded with a slowly creeping smile, "Yes sir, I would, but I have a few, reasonable considerations from Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to have since no one in here was really jumping for joy at maybe being ordered to help."

O'Neill nodded with a grin, "Fine, I'm sure Martin wouldn't mind anything you'd asked within reason and knowing you it would be, especially since he knows that you volunteered." He then looked to the rest of the officers in the room and instructed, "Well, except for General Shay, the rest of you are dismissed."

After the other officers left the General's office, O'Neill spoke to Shay, "I'll get Walter on it to make sure all that technical and bookkeeping stuff is done before you leave. You can leave tomorrow if you'd like."

"Thank you sir, I'd like to speak with Mister Lloyd before I leave and ask him for those considerations."

O'Neill nodded along. "Not a problem, he's in town actually and I can get him come down today."

"Yes sir," he replied causally.

"Okay, I'll let you get to it."

"Yes sir," he nodded and got up from his seat.

As the General proceeded to leave the office, O'Neill asked, "Steven?"

He turned around and looked to his longtime commanding officer and asked, "Yes sir?"

The grey haired older man let out a breath before replying, "Young says that again to you and I'll transfer him to the worst Hell-hole I can find and I'll let him know that… or I'll just let you slug him."

Shay snorted out a breath and replied as he shook his head, "Thanks Jack." The former flyer then exited the office on his way to get ready for a flight.