Danny/Sam: Her thoughts
A little story exploring the feelings Sam would never admit to. Inspired while I was reading The ABC Murders, so language is quite formal etc
Standard disclaimer, i do not own characters, Butch Hartman does
How silly it is. For people to want romance. It seems like the world of love has been moulded into set characteristics, how people act when they're in love, how to know if somebody's interested. These things all mean nothing to me. Wanting romance seems such a commonplace thing to do; girls pursue it as if their lives depend on it. And it works for her I guess. She gets whoever she wants. She has begun the all-too-easy task of seducing her hero, but that is not how he wants her to see him. Perhaps he is finally looking beyond the face. I could do all that she has done, but what would I get out of it? Nothing, just to blend in with the cookie-cutter crowd. I don't want romance. All I want is him, not something you can put a name to, not something you can trick out of someone. I want this feeling, not just for him, but from him, a link between us. Not stronger than what we have already. That's why I cannot call it love. He loves me already, he loves Tucker too, and his sister, and his parents. It cannot be stronger, just something new added to it.
He walks beside me, I feel his protective arm as the blue mist emerges from his mouth. He fights for us. We fight with him. When all is safe again, I see the relief in his eyes as he gazes at us, and he sees mine. My cheeks flush as I look away. This feeling is so strong I do not know how he can look at me and not feel it pulsing around me. He looks away too, then roots in his pockets for some money, breaking the silence by suggesting we go to the Nasty Burger. Still he hasn't noticed.
Tucker was right, he really is clueless.