I suppose everyone needs a place for the little one shots and strange ideas which proliferate their insane minds (I've been fighting doing this for awhile). This is mine. Expect unconventional parings (no slash though sorry) and lots of fluffage and occasional angst. Some of the one shots will be related, others will not. I'll let you know. Some will be long, others will be short. Ratings will be varied, but I'm putting up a T rating to cover everything.

I don't own Danny Phantom or any of the related characters, you know who does, 'nuf said.

This first one is DashXSamish...

Dash's Crush

Dash Baxter sighed as he closed his locker and turned to look at Sam Manson. He watched as she laughed with her two geek friends, Fenturd and Foley. He watched covertly as she sent a covertly admiring glance at Fenturd and Dash felt something burning in his chest. He refused to acknowledge it as jealousy. There was no way on Earth he could be jealous of Danny.

The jock wasn't the most observant person in the world, and like everyone else in the school, assumed that even though they denied it, that Danny and Sam were a couple. He again sighed heavily. No one in their right mind would believe the killer crush he had on the diminutive Goth girl, actually, he couldn't believe it, or explain it himself. The fact was he did, and that was enough to cause him misery.

It was with a great deal of hopeful glee that he watched Valerie Grey walk up to the threesome, put her arm in Danny's and smile at him tenderly. Dash's eyes quickly flashed to Sam, the Goth girl. Dash had expected some other emotion than the bored and bland look on Sam's face. She said nothing as she turned her back on her friends and opened her locker. He watched Danny and Valerie walk away then looked back at Sam and Tucker. He was saying something gently to Sam who now had her head buried in her locker so Dash couldn't see her expression. He could tell Tucker was trying to comfort her. Sam slammed the locker shut and said something to Tucker who shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

Sam looked at Dash, who failed to look away as he met her lavender eyes. She smirked a little then walked over to him.

"What are you looking at?" she asked in a sly tone.

Dash swallowed hard and summoned his courage. "You," he answered. "Do you have a problem with that?"

Sam looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "Yeah," she said. "I do."

Dash smiled back, feeling more courageous as he read the look of amusement in Sam's eyes. "So," he said slowly. "What are you going to do about it?"

Sam's eyes danced with mischief as she stepped closer to Dash. The jock's heart was beating so fast it was pounding in his ears. He watched as Sam's tongue darted out and moistened her lips. She was toying with him, he knew it. It was likely that she was going to slap him or stomp on his foot then kiss her, but he didn't care as he fixed his gaze on her mouth.

Dash didn't know if he had a crush on Sam or what it was, he knew he'd deny it if his friends asked. He did know he was dying to kiss her again, or for her to kiss him, whatever it didn't matter as long as he could feel the jarring electric pleasure of her lips on his one more time.

As hard as it was to believe, the strangely attractive geek in front of him had kissed him once before. It was only once, and it was quick. He was unsure what had happened, except that she grabbed him and kissed him. He pushed her away in shock and made some smart alecky comment. He couldn't remember what it was except that he ran away in horror…but after the initial shock wore off, he wondered why he hadn't stayed.

Over the months after the kiss, Dash had replayed it over and over in his mind. Sometimes he changed the outcome. Sometimes he hadn't freaked out and pushed her away. Sometimes he had put his arms around her and kissed her back. Sometimes he took her hand and ran away with her.

Dash continued to stare into Sam's eyes, issuing her a challenge. Whether she hit him or not, it was just good to be close enough to smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume. Was it perfume? It was like nothing he'd ever smelled before, floral and musky and perfect. He fought the urge to close his eyes and breath in.

Sam continued to smirk at him, her eyes alight with mischief . She reached up and put her hand on Dash's cheek. He fought the urge to close his eyes, she could still slap him. He wanted to be ready. Her eyes held his hypnotically as her hand snaked around to the back of his neck. Dash tried to hide the fact that her touch made him shiver as her fingers combed through his hair.

Dash swallowed hard as she reached up on her tip toes and put one cheek against his and asked softly, "What do you want me to do about it?"

"W-what did you have in mind?" Dash asked. He was proud that he could still talk, let alone make a comment like that.

"Hmmm," Sam said as she took one of his hands and placed it on her hip. He fought the urge to pull her to him. It was likely she was just waiting for him to make his move so she could issue a smackdown, so he waited.

She took pulled away from him only an inch and looked into his eyes. Dash opened his mouth to say something, but jerked back in shock as she pulled him down closer then pressed her lips against his.

Dash opened his eyes in disbelief. Was this really happening? He waited for her to pull away and laugh at him, but instead she nipped at his lower lip, begging him for a response.

He hesitated a moment longer then put his arms around her and held her close. "Sam," he whispered softly then deepened the kiss. He marveled at how sweet she tasted, how warm she was held against him. How perfect it all was.

"Sam," he said again as she pulled away from him and again pressed her cheek against his. "If you would let me, I'd spoil you rotten. If you let me I would worship you." He shivered as she pressed her lips to his cheek then pulled away.

She opened her mouth to answer. "Yo! Dash!" she said in Kwan's voice. Dash shook his head and Sam vanished. He looked at Kwan in a daze as his friend gave him a worried look.

"You okay?" Kwan asked worriedly as he followed Dash's line of vision. "You were like totally zoning out there."

"Yeah," Dash said sadly as he watched Sam walk by.

She gave him an odd look and said, "What are you looking at?"

Dash blinked and said. "You. You got a problem with that?"

Sam shook her head and replied, "Well take a picture next time, it lasts longer."

Dash smiled then opened his locker. He made sure no one was looking then lifted the picture of Paulina he had taped up and reveled the picture of Sam underneath. He sighed deeply. Yeah, pictures defiantly lasted longer, but they weren't as satisfying as the things he could dream up.

"You're sick in the head Dash," he said to himself as he smoothed Paulina's picture back in place. He looked back down the hall where the object of all his dreams had vanished. He decided he needed some serious help as he closed his locker and went to class. Geek love was just so, gross.

Yeah yeah I know. Just humor me will ya? Review if you wish.