A/N: My new fic! Special thanks to icecoffee18 (for helping me think of the idea in our PM messages) and to my mom, who helped me think of how and why Spencer gets kidnapped.
iSearch for Spencer
Chapter One: iWant Canadian Bacon
Spencer Shay woke up one morning with an odd desire for Canadian bacon. Okay, so it was just sliced ham, but it was delicious! He made himself a quick breakfast and checked on his younger sister, Carly. She was still asleep in the studio with her best friend Sam. He didn't want to wake her up and decided she'd be fine for the day.
He left a note on the table for Carly. Sure it was almost all day to Canada and back, but who cared? The bacon of the Canadian people was worth the long drive in his opinion.
He was going along fine on his motorcycle for about an hour when a light rain began to fall. He decided to ignore it for now, he'd been riding in the rain before. But ten minutes later the thunder and lightning came and it started to downpour.
Soaking wet, Spencer stopped at the first building he came to: a small convince store. The motorcycle was parked under the canopy over the store, and he burst through the door.
"Can I help you?" the guy at the counter asked.
"Nah, I just need to get in from the storm," Spencer waved him off. He began to search around the store. If he was lucky, this place would have Canadian bacon and he wouldn't have to go any farther, all the way to Maple Foods, where he usually bought it. Of course, they didn't.
But he did buy a yo-yo, Fladoodles and some Galaxy Wars action figures.
All of a sudden, as he was paying, a teenaged guy came out of a room behind the counter. "You!" he said accusingly, pointing at Spencer.
"Uh, I'm confused. What'd I do?" Spencer said.
"You're getting the floor wet! I'm sick and tired of people coming in here and soaking up the floor!" the guy whined.
"Who are you?" Spencer cried.
"That's my nephew, Earl," the storeowner jumped in, at the same time the guy cried, "I'm Earl!" in a way like it was Spencer's fault for not knowing this.
"Does he do this to everybody?" Spencer muttered to the owner, Ricky.
Ricky shrugged, baffled. "No, you're the first."
Earl disappeared back into the room he'd come out of and came back out a second later with a mop and a bucket. He marched over to Spencer and shoved the mop in his hands. "Clean up this moisture!" he demanded, disgust in his voice. Spencer did and Earl watched his every move, every once in a while giving him dirty looks.
A few hours later (seeming even longer to Spencer), the storm finally cleared up and the first chance he got he jumped on his motorcycle and got the heck out of there, now in a hurry to get to Maple Foods. The rest of the trip, thankfully, was uneventful and he was able to put all thoughts of weird storeowner's nephews out of his head.
Carly had just woken up, and she left Sam to sleep because she really didn't want to deal with a woken-up Sam. On the table, she found a note from Spencer: Gone for Canadian bacon. Be back tonight. I'll bring some home with me. Spencer.
"That guy and his Canadian bacon," she said to herself before putting it down and getting a bagel.
There was a knock and Freddie entered. "Goood morning, Carly," he said cheerily, drawing out the good.
"What's got you all happity?" Carly asked, still half-asleep.
"Happity!" she insisted.
"Just…this," he said, pulling something out from his pocket with a flourish. In his hand he held a keyring.
"Your mom finally let you have a key to your apartment?" Carly guessed excitedly.
Freddie's face fell. "No."
"Then what is it?"
"I got a car!"
"Your mom let you get a car but not a key to your—"
"Where's Sam?" Freddie interrupted loudly, deliberately.
"She's still asleep," Carly started to say when Sam came down, right on cue. She stopped when she saw Freddie and glared.
"What are you doing here?" she asked pointedly.
"He's allowed to come in the apartment, you know," Carly retorted. "Just because you don't like him doesn't mean he can't be wherever you are."
"It's too early. I can't deal with him at"—she checked the clock—"ten-thirty. It's gotta be at least…noon. What'ya got for food in this place?" Sam said, abruptly changing subjects and heading towards the fridge. Finding there was a lack of ham, she opted for cereal instead and ate most of the box by dumping it in her mouth, then milk, little by little. After leaving the box open on the table, she walked away and plopped down on the couch, feeling for the remote and flipping on the TV.
"You are so weird," Freddie told her.
"Yeah, get used to it," Sam retorted, not taking her eyes off the screen as she found a show she liked. When it came to a commercial, she growled in protest and turned to Carly. "Where'd Spencer go?"
"Have you just realized he's gone?" Carly asked, picking up Sam's cereal box and closing it. Sam shrugged. "He went to get Canadian bacon."
"Of course he did," mused Sam, focusing on the TV again when the commercials ended. "Do you think he'll save me any?"
Freddie, sitting at the computer, swiveled around to them. "You guys, we just got a video message from Nevel," he said concernedly.
"Hello, iCarlys. Just to let you know, I'm going to be doing something very soon that you will not be happy with. And there's nothing you can do to stop me or find out what it is!" He laughed maniacally, then stopped suddenly. "Ta-ta!" he chirped with a little wave, ending the video.
All three just stood and stared at the screen for a moment. Then Sam looked around, and the first thing she found was Freddie. She brought her fist back and punched him in the gut. Freddie fell off the chair, doubled over in pain. Sam looked down at him and made a face.
"Well, I think it's pretty obvious what we've gotta do here," Sam said. "We gotta go find out what that nub of a boy's gonna do and stop him."
"Unless he's bluffing and he wants us to do that," Freddie called up from the floor.
So what did you think? Spencer's kidnapping will happen in the next chapter. I want you people to review and tell me who you think is gonna kidnap him. And no, it's not Nevel.
(Anybody reading iDon't Understand This Feeling – I'm having a bit of writer's block but I'm working on it and should be up soon.)