Hi, this is my first time posting a fanfiction. This is just a oneshot, but I have many ideas for the near future... insert evil authoress laughter here
Summary: Will an IM conversation help Danny and Sam realize their true feelings for one another?
Disclaimer: I just had my birthday, and couldn't get the combat boots I wanted from my parents, who almost never see me. What makes you think that I own a high and mighty show like Danny Phantom?
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"Talking"
'Thinking'
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Danny sighed and sat in the chair at his desk. "School... sucks. Homework...sucks. Life..." he glanced at a photo in a simple silver frame. It was of him, Tucker, and Sam outside of Nasty Burger one day. They were all laughing at something the picture didn't show, Dash slipping on Nasty Sauce. He'd then dropped his burger on the ground, which Paulina promptly tripped over. Tucker and him had stopped laughing, but Sam had, if anything, started laughing harder. Danny smiled. "Life...getting progressively better. But, homework..." he groaned and turned his computer on so he could research the project Lancer had assigned. He had to pick one of the careers he thought he may get from the C.A.T. results and do an in-depth report on it. He was considering just going into ghost hunting like his parents. After all, they would be very pleased with him, and he could utilize the 'gift' of his ghostly powers.
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Sam's eye twitched. She was loaded with homework. She had taken all of the advanced courses the school offered for the 9th grade and was quickly regretting the decision. Sam had two classes with the boys: Phys. Ed. and lunch. "This really sucks," she muttered for the umpteenth time. Attempting to arrange the order for her homework, she decided that the easiest would be her French work. "Zut! Je suis trés mal..." Trying not to let the humongous pile of work overwhelm her, she resolved to finish it as painlessly as possible.
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l337PDAm4n has signed in
Danny glanced at his IM list as it beeped. "Tucker's on? I wonder..." Danny stopped working on his project and started typing.
9h057b0i- hey tucker. R u working on lancer's project 2?
l337PDAm4n- yea. Sam dosn't have to, does she?
9h057b0i- no. she probaly has to do something more difficult. Wht r u researching?
l337PDAm4n- computer stuff. like programming.
9h057b0i- I should have known. Ttyl, I need to get my stuff done. ghost hunting, you know.
l337PDAm4n- yea. see ya.
Danny resumed his research work, occasionally IM-ing Tucker to see if he'd found anything important or good for their projects. At about 10:20 pm, Sam signed on.
BlackCatAlley has signed on
Danny broke into a relived smile, and started typing to her. She could always help him, she was great with research.
9h057b0i- sam, can u help me?
BlackCatAlley- no time, gotta get my research done...sorry danny, I'd love to help, but I'm loaded right now..
9h057b0i- oh, okay. do you want help?
BlackCatAlley: no, no I'm fine. I have to do a story on a best friend, just using the internet to look up friendships from the past..
Danny was stung. Why didn't she use them instead of some dead people?
9h057b0i- why not use u and I as examples?
BlackCatAlley- ...uhm, these were relationships that ended up resulting in marriage.
9h057b0i- oh.
Danny thought for a moment. He was 15, and single. So was Sam. They obviously weren't allowed to get married, although - a blush slowly made his way across his face - he wouldn't deny to himself that he'd had daydreams with Sam on his arm.
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Sam blushed wildly. She was lying, hoping Danny would offer his help in researching, and perhaps pick up a hint or two. Sam had crushed on Danny since that day in preschool he'd stood up to Dash for her...
Flashback
Dash was at it again: picking on the new kid. Laughing as she slowly got off of the ground, he pushed her back down. "And stay down, freak!"
Sam gritted her teeth; she hated her new school. She missed her friend from her old house. 'Why did father have to move us?' she wondered, wincing as Dash kicked a bruise.
"Hey! What are you doing, Baxter?" a voice said defiantly. Dash looked around for the cause, and noticed a small boy with tussled black hair glaring. At this age, Danny was actually bigger. This came from his father's side of the family, big when small, and small in highschool. After highschool he'd fill out, or at least that was how the gene pool worked...
Dash backed off, knowing picking on Danny Fenton was a bad idea. "I was punishing the loser, Fentiono."
"What did she do deserving of punishment?" a darker-skinned boy that was behind Danny stepped into the ring, inquiring in a smart kid voice.
Dash was stumped for a moment, he almost had forgotten why he'd started beating her up in the first place. "She was saying loser things about not eating animals!"
Danny frowned; to him this was a dumb reason. "So?"he asked while helping Sam up. "I don't think Miss Laundra would like to know you keep beating up the new kid, Dash." Dash knew he was serious, so he stuck out his tongue and ran off, his lackeys following.
"Here, take my hand," Danny said, helping Sam up. "Are you okay?" he asked in a concerned tone.
Biting her lip, she answered, "I think so. The bumps usually go away in a few days." She grimaced in pain and turned her head away from Danny and Tucker. "Thanks." She started to run off, the tears in her eyes forming. Danny caught her arm.
"Do you wanna stay with me? I'll protect you from Dash," he said, staring into her amethyst eyes with his baby-blue ones. She considered this offer, and nodded. Danny smiled brilliantly, and wiped her tears away. "Cool. I'm Danny Fenton. This is Tucker Foley."
"I'm Sam Manson," she replied, and followed him and Tucker to the swing set.
End Flashback
But now Sam was sure that the innocent enough crush had turned into something much more. She and Danny were best friends, but did she want it to be something more...?
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Little did Sam know, but Danny was on the same train of thought. 'Does she want to be more than a friend, like I want? Should I ask her? And what about Paulina...' He knew it was a fruitless relationship where Paulina was concerned, but a guy can hope, right? ...Okay, hoping was pointless, as the only way Paulina would bother with him was if she was possessed by another ghost or if he was in Danny Phantom form. And she didn't even get his name right...
Danny figured he'd had enough time for researching. Sam had just IMed him, telling him she was getting off for the night. Telling Tucker he needed to sleep, Danny signed off and quickly transformed into his alternate ego, Danny Phantom. He phased out of the walls of his house, flying to Sam's own residency.
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After signing off, Sam decided to take a shower and change into the new nightgown she'd gotten. It was more like a neglige, sheer and soft. "Well, it's relaxing at least," she murmured, sinking into the tub. Sam didn't expect any 'ghostly' company that evening, so she left the door to the bathroom open. (It was her own private bathroom, connected to her bedroom.) The scene that met Danny's eyes as he flew invisible into his friend's room was an interesting one: She hadn't bothered to put any research away, so he turned tangible and paged though the information he found laying about her computer.
Frowning, he noticed the lack of any research on historical relationships. But he DID find a sheet of paper with his name on it. The paper said something like this:
Ideas for hinting to Danny:
1. Tell him flat out. (This one had a mark through it.)
2. Send anonymous letters to him. (This one was halfway circled.)
3. Hint via IM so he can't see your face. (This one was fully circled.)
The rest of the paper was full of scribbles, mostly of him in both human and Phantom mode. He gasped slightly. Did this mean she liked him?
A giggle came from the bathroom and he went invisible faster than you could say "Inviso-bill." He watched, mesmerized, as Sam came out of the bathroom in a thin little nighty. She sighed.
"I guess he'll never like me," she said aloud, and Danny felt a pang of jealousy. Who was she talking about?
"Danny... I wish I was brave enough to tell you how much I like you. I probably love you. Why can't I just come out and say it? I'm so worried that he may not like me in that way... It may break our relationship... and that's the last thing I need." She chucked dryly. "I sound like those shallow brats from school..."
'Sam...you love me? But... I love you too!' Danny thought. Or, at least he believed he had kept the last thought in his head. But Sam gasped loudly and spun around the room, trying to find the cause. "Danny?"
He made himself visible, and Sam went pale. Or, paler than normal. "What... how much...?"
"Everything," Danny said miserably. "I understand if you hate me Sam. But I want you to know that I love you too. I always will, as they say, 'the first love is the hardest to forget...'" He faced the window and started to fly towards it, but Sam caught his arm.
"Danny..." she said, her voice warm, "it's okay... I've wanted to tell you that forever, since that day in Pre-K... and to learn you feel the same way is... indescribable.." Danny felt his heart rate speed up, as he turned to face Sam.
"Sam..." he muttered, turning back to his human self. "Can I... will you..."
She nodded, and their heads moved closer, until..
Both were taken in an assault of the senses, their lips meeting each other in an unhurried passion, until they both needed air. Breathing in, Danny smiled at Sam. "No more fake-out make-outs for us," he said. "And... good ideas for giving me hints."
Sam beamed back, and said, "I'm glad you approve." She let her head rest on his shoulder, and there they stayed for a while, basking in the other's presence.
END
How was that for a first fic? I should have something else up soon, so look out for me!
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