Disclaimer: I don't own DP.
Note: 250 words.
Special Recipe
"Hate studying," Danny muttered into his hands.
"C'mon, focus!" Sam chided.
"I'm trying!" he snapped. "But finals start next week, I'm barely passing math, Desiree is still out there, and I'm stuck here with my history book. It's pretty much a miracle I'm still awake."
Sam looked unimpressed. "I give that a 3 on the rant scale."
"…Thanks."
"Maybe we should try another subject," Jazz suggested diplomatically, clearing away Danny's history textbook before anyone could protest.
Sam sighed. "Well, what about those essays for Lancer? They're due next Monday."
Tucker and Danny groaned in unison.
Sam rolled her eyes and stole Danny's coffee cup.
Tucker snickered. "Aww, you're sharing drinks now!"
"Shut up!" Danny protested.
Sam took a sip. "What is this stuff?" she choked out.
Jazz grabbed the cup, inspecting its contents. She gasped. "Sam! This is Dad's coffee!"
"…Danny's cup."
Jazz glared. "Are you both insane? Fenton Family Special Recipe is not at all safe for normal human consumption. Even Mom doesn't drink this stuff straight."
"How was I supposed to know Sam would steal it?"
Jazz picked up her bag and dug through it for a moment. "Here, Sam," she said to the still-coughing girl. "Water and antacids. Take these, then go walk off the rush."
Danny opened his mouth-
"Yes, you're going with her."
-and closed it, getting up to stand close to Sam. He followed her out the door, hovering, all else forgotten.
"And don't forget your essay!" Jazz called after them.
…for two seconds.