So my favorite cousin got married last weekend to the girl of his dreams. And even though it was pouring down rain the whole weeked was really fun and romantic and full of so much love. I came home bursting at the seams with inspiration and so...this was born.

I felt all warm and fuzzy while I was writing it, hehe. (:

Mmmm I don't own Danny Phantom! Also the title of this is a line from a song by John Legend called All of Me, which I also do not own.

Enjoy (:

All of Me Loves All of You

November 2, 2013

A quiet sigh escaped the lips of the woman curled up on the couch to Tucker's left, effectively snapping his attention away from the movie they were both pretending to watch. He could not remember exactly how long they had both been sitting there, staring blankly at the screen, not even trying to absorb the storyline unfolding before their eyes. They were too busy waiting.

And waiting.

Every now and then he could see her glance at the clock mounted to the wall above the television. At first, it was a habitual thing; something he was sure she did every time she was forced to wait, since he himself did it as well. But then it grew into a worried reflex. And the time between glances grew shorter and shorter. He did not draw his eyes away from the television screen as she shifted uncomfortably beneath the blanket beside him.

Three hours. Danny had been gone for three hours. There were no signs of him, no small reassurances that he was okay, and they did not dare turn on the news; not after last month when he forced them both to stay put while he dealt with Freakshow and a pap prematurely reported that Danny Phantom had been defeated and destroyed. Sam was inconsolable until Danny came sauntering through the wall, brushing his snowy hair out of his eyes leisurely as if he'd only gone for an extended stroll around the block. After the initial panic and hysteria wore off (during which he looked incredibly bemused) Danny firmly told them both to stay off the news channels when he left for big battles.

Tucker could tell Sam was struggling to do as Danny told them to, watching her fingers twitch toward the remote between them from the corner of his eye. They had gotten into a pretty big argument before he left, Sam wanting to come with him and Danny adamantly refusing to bring her along (Tucker couldn't blame him, seeing as Skulker had just gotten dumped by Ember and he'd already destroyed half the park by the time Danny had gotten the call). But even if he did agree with Danny, he completely understood where Sam was coming from; he felt the same way every time Valerie left on a ghost hunt.

By the time another silent hour had passed, Sam's head was slowly drooping; her chin would brush against her chest and she would jerk up, eyes wide, desperately trying to stay awake. The movie had long since ended and they had gone through all the special features, leaving them to stare at the main menu. Tucker glanced at her cautiously.

"You can go to sleep, you know," He muttered.

Sam shook her head. "I can't," She whispered, her words ringing with an aching worry.

"You don't have to go to bed or anything, I just meant you can lay down here on the couch 'til he gets back. I don't mind."

She bit her lip in indecision, sparing another glance at the clock. "Are you sure?" She asked, turning her gaze back toward him.

"Grab that pillow and you can lay your head down here," He tucked the small pillow against his leg and patted it, shooting her a reassuring half-grin.

"You'll wake me up the minute he gets in?" She asked, already readjusting her position so that she could stretch out across her spacious couch.

"Absolutely. He'll want to say goodnight, anyways," Tucker held still as Sam lowered her head against his lap. She was still facing the television, the back of her head almost against his hip. As she drew her blanket up closer around her body, he could feel her fingertips barely grazing against his knee. "You good?" He whispered when she was settled.

"I'm good," She sighed. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." She snuggled a little closer, her fingers brushing across this knee again, this time the faintest sparkle of light catching the clear diamond on her ring finger drawing his attention down. An involuntary smile tugged the corners of his mouth up, just like every other time he caught a glimpse of that ring. He took full credit for it and the meaning behind it.

Sam fell asleep pretty quickly after that, and after twenty minutes or so Tucker caught his own head drooping slightly. His right arm was slung over the armrest and his left hand rested in the dip of Sam's waist. Her house was quiet and warm and the BluRay player had finally given up on the repetitive menu and had shut off, leaving her usually warm living room bathed in an eery blue light that seemed to seep through his closed eyelids...

His eyes snapped open when he heard the back door quietly snap shut. He had fallen asleep, he knew that much, but as to how long he'd been out...it was a mystery. Slow footsteps creaked through the back of the house, but the path they took was quiet and familiar. As if the person walking those steps had walked them thousands of times before.

Tucker's head lolled to the right as Danny rounded the corner. They regarded each other, Danny shivering slightly with lingering cold in the doorway of the living room, eyeing the place where Tucker touched Sam with the faintest hint of jealousy flitting across his face. Tucker studied his best friend's profile in the glow of the television for a moment, relieved to see clear blue eyes and a tangle of messy black hair framing a perfectly smooth, albeit slightly pale face. No injuries that he could see. Tucker snorted as Danny moved further into the room, still eyeing Tucker's left hand.

"Hey," Danny whispered as he knelt in front of the couch, eyes roving and fingertips brushing over Sam's sleeping face hungrily. "Sorry about that,"

"No worries." Tucker waved his right hand over his head dismissively. "How'd it go?"

"It was weird. Rough at first, that guy is all torn up over losing Ember and he was doing his damnest to take it out on me. But then he started crying and it turned into this huge heart-to-heart thing. He kept asking me all these questions about me and Sam,"

Tucker was about to laugh out loud, the familiar urge to make fun of the lovebirds bubbling to the surface, but the look on Danny's face - coupled with the fact that Danny could not seem to stop touching Sam - told Tucker that the conversation had been quite serious. "Weird," He grunted as Danny brushed a few stray hairs out of Sam's face. "What was he asking?"

"He wanted to know how and when I knew that Sam was the one I wanted to spend forever with. He wanted to know how I feel when I'm with her. How we deal with each other when we get in fights. What the first thing we say to each other when we wake up in the morning is." His eyes were glazed and his fingers seemed to move on their own accord through Sam's silky hair. "How I feel when I'm separated from her and when I have to go fight without her. He really wanted to know everything."

"And what did you tell him?"

"I told him everything." Danny tore his gaze away from Sam for a moment, just long enough to glance at Tucker's expression, before moving closer to the edge of the couch. "I told him that I always sort of knew Sam was my end game, but I didn't really fully realize it until I saw her with my parents two Christmases ago. She didn't think they were crazy like everyone else does, she just sort of went with whatever they told her to do. My dad was on a rant about something and instead of just tuning him out and judging him like Jazz's ex she was actually carrying on a conversation with him about whatever he was talking about. She helped him with maintenance on the RV. And she helped my mom cook, and the food was edible and it didn't try to kill us that year. She loves them, they love her, and that's a miracle. When she left my dad told me to never let her go, and I knew he was right. I told Skulker that when I'm with her I feel like she's an extension of me, and I'm an extension of her. We're just part of each other. He liked that analogy a lot. And when we fight, we give each other space to cool off. I know she goes to the garage and paints or draws when she's mad and she knows I go to the gym to beat the shit out of a punching bag when I'm pissed off. And once we're both cooled off we sit down and we talk it out. He said Ember would just act like nothing ever happened. She threw all their fights in his face when they broke up. Neither one of them ever wanted to talk about their issues." Tucker swallowed hard; he was not sure how he felt about Danny's veiled suggestion that he and Sam had issues. All couples do, he reminded himself. It's what makes them stronger.

"And the first thing we say to each other in the morning...well, I usually wake up before she does. I swear, watching her sleep is one of my favorite things to do. But she's not long after me and the minute her eyes open and she looks at me I say hi. And she'll do this little laugh and I swear, it's the cutest thing in the world. And she'll say hi back. When I'm separated from her all I ever do is think about her. But not in a creepy obsessive way. Like when I'm at work and my boss says something funny in the back of my mind I tell myself to remember to mention it to Sam later because she'll think it's funny, too. And when I have to fight without her...all I do is worry. I worry that what I'm fighting is a distraction from something bigger that will end up hurting her. It gets really bad when we're fighting and then I get called away to fight, because I always get this image in my head that something will happen to me before I can apologize to her, and that I'll die without reminding her that I love her," Danny sighed and brushed his hand across her forehead. Tucker got the distinct feeling that Danny had forgotten he was even talking to anyone, but he was perfectly content to just listen; Danny and Sam were his favorite couple in the world. "She's not just my girlfriend, or my fiancée. She's my best friend in the entire world and every day I get to spend with her I fall in love with her even more. And...and when I go to sleep at night I always think, that's it. There's no way I can love this girl any more than I do right now, right at this moment. And then she'll roll over and she'll put her hand on my chest, right over my heart, and I'm done for. I know if I was standing my knees would get weak and I would just shake all over. And I fall asleep, and in the morning she wakes up and giggles and I fall even deeper for her.

"She's my everything. She's my whole life. I can't...I can't even begin to imagine what my life would be like without her. It scares me to think about. I don't ever want to find out." His breath caught in his throat and for a moment it looked as though tears were gathered in his icy blue eyes. "Love doesn't even capture what I feel for her. Saying that I love her sounds cheap and stupid but it's all I have to describe this...it's like it's bursting inside of me, like a balloon that's too full of air, about to explode in my chest. I love her so much," He rocked forward on his knees and planted a kiss to her brow, before pulling away and glancing up at Tucker. "I'm sorry, I know that's a lot to drop on you, but...I don't know. The wedding's coming up and Skulker just got me thinking tonight..."

"No, this is good. Sam's been trying to get us to do this best man talk thing for weeks now. This totally counts," They both chuckled for a moment, but the serious demeanor of the room remained. "You know she feels the exact same way about you, right? If anything, she loves you even more th-"

"No. She doesn't. She can't. It's physically impossible for anyone to love anyone as much as I love Sam," Danny said firmly, his fingers gripping her wrist possessively for a moment. "Trust me on this one, okay? She'll tell you otherwise, but I guarantee that I love her infinitely more than she loves me. And the funny thing is that I don't even deserve her,"

"Are you crazy?" Tucker demanded in a strained whisper. "You two were literally made for each other! You guys are perfect together!"

"Maybe that's what it looks like to the outside world, but believe me. I don't deserve her. She's so amazing. She's smart, she's funny, she's brave. She wakes up and faces each day like it's gonna be her last. And...for whatever reason...she's chosen to share this incredible life she's made for herself with me. She could have gotten any guy she wanted, literally any man in the world would jump at the chance to be with her, and yet...she chose me."

"Dude, don't sell yourself short. You're pretty freaking awesome yourself." Tucker joked weakly. Danny spared him one glance before returning to his study of Sam's sleeping face. "But seriously. Don't ever think you don't deserve her. You're the only person in the world she wants to be with, and that's more than enough to make you worthy."

"Thanks, man," Danny murmured, nudging Tucker's leg with his shoulder.

"Look, you and Sam...I look up to you two. I model my relationship with Valerie after y'alls. I know Sam makes you happy, and you make her happy. If I can make Valerie laugh half as much as you make Sam laugh, I count it as a good day. I hope one day we can be as amazing as you two."

Danny grinned. "You already are," He shrugged. "You two are our partners in crime. You're already basically my brother, it's like hanging out with family when we hang out with you guys."

Tucker smiled and they lapsed into a comfortable silence, timed only by Sam's quiet breathing. "I'm sorry, I know I should let her sleep, but I just...I need to see her," Danny mumbled, running his hand across Sam's face with a bit more pressure than before. "Sam," He whispered.

Tucker felt Sam stiffening, her senses slowly sharpening as reality seeped into her dreams. She hummed quietly, lifting a hand bleerily to touch Danny's jaw. The moment her fingers made contact with his skin her eyes snapped open and landed on his face.

"Hi," He whispered.

She giggled, quiet and tired, and Tucker understood what Danny was talking about when he said it was the cutest sound in the world. Danny's posture visibly softened the moment he heard it, as if he had been waiting all night for that small noise. "Hi," She mumbled, fingers stroking along his jaw clumsily. "Are you okay?"

"I'm much better now," He said, stroking her hair away from her face.

"Did you win?"

Danny glanced at Tucker, and a silent understanding passed between them. "I did," Danny murmured, lifting her left hand and kissing the ring he placed there several months earlier.

Sam sighed, clearly still half-asleep. "Did he hurt you?" She asked, readjusting slightly to get a better look at Danny.

He shook his head. "No. He just wanted to talk,"

"Talk?" Sam's head lifted slightly off of the pillow, her confusion evident. "About what?"

Danny shrugged. "He's a lonely guy. I think he just needed a friend."

"So he didn't try to kill you?"

"Oh, no. He still tried to kill me."

Tucker snorted. Sam turned her head up and peered at him in confusion. "Tuck?" She mumbled. "When'd you get here?"

"Just now," He gestured toward the front door and Danny had to stifle a laugh into the cushion of the couch. They both knew how confused Sam got right after she woke up, often taking advantage of it for their own entertainment.

"What?" She whispered, glancing between the two of them and the door.

"Don't worry about it. Let's go to bed," Danny scooped her up from the couch easily, cradling her against his chest and ignoring her half-hearted protests. "Tucker needs to get home, too. Right, Tuck?"

"Yeah, I better get going," Tucker stood and stretched. "I'll see you guys tomorrow," He said, stepping forward and planting a quick kiss against the top of Sam's head. "Danny," He nodded.

"Thanks, Tuck," Danny murmured.

"Anytime," Tucker waved.

"No, seriously, put me down, let me walk," Sam grumbled as Tucker reached the front door. He heard Danny sigh in exasperation.

"Fine, but don't get mad at me when you fall," Danny muttered. Tucker glanced back just in time to see Sam on her feet and falling forward against Danny's chest. Danny laughed and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as hers wound loosely around his waist. "G'night, Tuck," He called over Sam's head, which was tucked safely beneath his chin.

"Goodnight," Tucker waved again, taking just another moment to absorb the scene before him before tugging the door open and shuffling out. A cool late-February breeze blew across his face, colder than it normally would have felt after walking out of Danny and Sam's warm living room. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets and ignored the urge to yawn as he traipsed his way across their front lawn. Sliding into the front seat of his car and slamming the door behind him, he sat for a moment, hands on the steering wheel. As he moved to turn the car on, he glanced to his right and found that he could see clearly into Danny and Sam's living room.

They were still standing exactly where he left them, only now they were swaying slightly, turning slowly on the spot, dancing to music only they could hear. A sudden burst of warmth spread through his chest and ignited every inch of his body. He watched them for one endless moment before a sudden urge to see Valerie brought him back to reality. Maybe, if he hurried, he could still wake her up without her getting too annoyed with him.

I have another one that I could manipulate into a second chapter for this fic, if you guys want it. I've actually got several different ideas for several other chapters, but I'm perfectly content letting this be a one-shot if that's all you guys want it to be. Let me know in a review and if enough people want it I'll turn this into a fluffy multi-chapter. (:

Thanks for reading!

Tori