Sleepless
It was probably a good thing Sam suffered from frequent bouts of insomnia. If she hadn't, she wouldn't have been seated at her desk, computer casting a harsh glow on her skin. She wouldn't have caught sight of what appeared to be a shooting star aimed straight at the heart of Amity Park. And she certainly wouldn't have gone to her window and opened it in order to get a better view just as the falling star shot through it in a blur of black and white and gangly limbs.
It struck her like a thunderbolt, sending them both careening backwards in a tangle of limbs and breath. All the air shot from her lungs as she was hit and she snapped her eyes shut as she braced for impact.
Somehow, the star twisted them so that he took the brunt of the landing and they slid several feet before shuddering to a halt.
Sam cautiously blinked open her eyes and stared down at the figure she was currently sprawled across.
Dull and exhausted green eyes peered back through half closed lids. But a small smile crossed the glowing boys face as he met her shocked gaze.
"Hey Sam. Mind if I crash here tonight?" Danny slurred sleepily, his eyes already sliding to a shut. Then his body shuddered in a weak laugh and Sam jerked from her position, sliding to the floor next to her best friend. "Oh wait. I already crashed here. Ha."
Sam would've laughed at the attempt of a joke, if she wasn't so worried for him.
"Danny, what happened?" She asked, loudly, as she saw Danny start to drift.
He rolled his head to peer at her, jerking into a semblance of alertness. "Erm, Skulker shot me wif somethin or other. Got 'im though. It'll wear off 'ventually," Danny mumbled, slurring more as he continued.
Just as Sam opened her moth to ask more questions, Danny smiled softly at her as his eyes drifted shut once again. "'Night Sam. Thanks for 'erythin."
And he passed out.
With a sigh (random appearances in the middle of the night had become the norm; especially when Danny was injured. Even though she wanted to worry and fret, she knew it would do no good), Sam eased her way onto her feet in a crouch and picked Danny up. Grunting a little at the weight (just when had her scrawny friend gained so much muscle), she rose and carefully deposited him on her bed, drawing the ragged quilt from the end over his dirty biohazard suit. She didn't blink when the two bands of light appeared at his waist and split, leaving behind the raven-haired boy she loved.
Stroking a gentle hand across his forehead, she crawled backwards down to the foot of her bed and crossed her legs. Picking up the book she kept on the floor, she flipped open to her page and glanced once more at Danny.
Confirming he was sleeping soundly, she settled in and prepared to wait out the night, watching over him.
It was a good thing she suffered from insomnia.
"That's the advantage of insomnia. People who go to be early always complain that the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime. You get a lot done"
― Banana Yoshimoto