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Title: Red Eyes
Summary: Sometimes, Sam dreamed of red eyes.
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Sometimes, in her darkest of nightmares, Sam dreamed of red eyes.
It wasn't very often, and she never was scared. She knew, with every fiber of her being, that Danny would never hurt her.
Even still, she would dream of red eyes.
A steely smile, a dark laugh, the swing of a scythe as the tightrope snapped underneath her, the crowds roaring applause as she fell, imagining hospital bills and making up excuses. She'd never feared her death at that moment. Danny would never let her die, not like that. And even if Danny wasn't able to help, she knew that Tucker would hear her scream and rush to her aide. No, death wasn't part of that certain equation.
Blood red changed into peaceful forest green filled with concern, and Danny always flew down from the high wire to save her. The crystal ball's spell, renewed red eyes, a dark, dangerous voice. A dazed look, red tinted with the smallest- but brightest- specks of green. Danger and safety. Destruction and protection. Not Danny and Danny.
She never told Danny. The hurt look that she knew would flash across his face made her stop every time. She knew Danny would understand, but she hated making him feel even worse about things.
Red eyes watching them fall onto the railroad tracks, hands glowing with ecto energy. The small green specks, the small bridge to Danny, gone in the wake of the spell. Struggling to her feet and sneaking on board, not willing to leave her best friend behind. (And let's not forget about the whole 'my parents think he's evil' thing)
Had they made it out of Amity Park, she had no doubt that he would have given up entirely, believing the fight to be lost. She wasn't about to let that happen.
Tucker dreamed of red eyes. The eyes of enemies. Of getting hurt (or worse) in a fight and having to come up with an explanation to his parents on why he had been picked up at the scene of a ghost battle. Tucker hated the danger. They all did.
Kind, green eyes, a stuttered half-finished sentence. Red once again, devoid of almost any light. Freakshow's smooth voice. "Don't waste your breath, children. He's mine now." The anger that pounded in her veins, because Danny was a lot more than just some slave. Ask anyone. Ask her. They'd tell you the same thing.
Danny dreamed of red eyes. He dreamed of a future gone wrong, of losing all that he stood for and being unable to pick up the pieces. Of being all alone and all-powerful.
Red eyes, tinged with a light shade of green just beneath the surface, looking towards the sky as he carried her to safety. The realization that Danny, even when evil, would do anything to protect the people he cared about as the scepter landed and shattered. The hold on her lightening from its abnormal painful crushing grip to it's normal careful and painless one. Danny looking at her with bright green eyes clear of any and all red, asking her what all had happened.
She didn't fear Danny, nor did she fear Freakshow. Just like Tucker didn't fear charging into battle and Danny didn't fear the future. Sam feared what, given time, Danny could become, and what would happen if that fell into the wrong control. Tucker was afraid of blowing their secret to the wrong people. Danny was afraid of losing what he stood for, losing everyone he cared for and everyone he ever loved.
So, it wasn't wrong to dream of red eyes, was it?
Author's Note: ... I've been watching 'Control Freaks'. Can you tell?
I know it's short, but it's more or less an insight drabble of Sam. And Danny. And Tucker. And the show a bit too.
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