Just a random fic to get over my writers block. Remember please, it's a drabble, don't complain that it's short.

Based on a prank my classmates played on me yesterday.

BTW: I was raised to say route pronounced rowte but I know some people say it pronounced root. So, sorry, but it rhymes in my head.

Disclaimer: I don't own DP

"And don't forget to hand in your poetry homework tomorrow!" Lancer yelled as the class poured out the door. Dash pushed his way to the front and was first out the door, closely followed by a gang of groupies. Eventually only Sam and Danny were left at the back of the class. (Tucker was away that day) As they strolled out Sam asked the halfa, "Did you do the homework?"

"Wake up." Danny hissed softly in an eerie tone.

"What!?" She asked, not understanding what he was saying.

"What? I'm sorry Sam, what did you say?" Danny asked, "Hey, are you okay?"

"You just told me to wake up…" Sam stated. Danny blinked and looked at her.

"I didn't say anything."

"Yeah you did."

"No, I really didn't. Are you sure you're okay?"

Sam sighed, "Must have been my imagination. I said, have you done the homework?"

"Oh, yeah." Danny said, "No need to ask if you have, you love poetry." He grinned, "Nasty Burger?"

"As long as you're buyin'." Sam replied.

"Wake up…" He hissed again, Sam whirled around to face him. "Okay, not my imagination. Stop doing that."

"Doing what?" He asked, looking concerned.

"Telling me to wake up then pretending you didn't!"

"I'm not saying anything!" Danny exclaimed, now genuinely worried. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what? Forget it. Go on, I'll catch up." Danny shifted uncomfortably, he didn't want to leave her like this.

"But…" He began.

"JUST GO!" She yelled, Danny turned white as a sheet and fled. Sam leaned on his desk breathing heavily. What was going on? Just then she spotted a piece of paper on the desk. Curious, she lifted it to her eye level and read it, it was Danny's poetry entry, but the words disturbed her greatly.

This is how it read.

Wake up.

The explosion knocked you clear off your feet,

You hit your head and turned white as a sheet.

Tucker called out your name but to no avail,

You were traumatised, bleeding and impossibly pale.

You slipped into darkness and are yet to come out,

Rater than accept if you found an alternative route."

The medics revived you but still you sleep.

Dreadfully still while your loved ones weep.

Everything since the accident's been a dream,

All a lie.

Sam, you're stuck in a coma,

And me?

Well, I died.