Author's Note: So I had all the intention to actually update one day after I posted the first chapter, but I'm in Alexandria at the moment and the wifi SUUCKKSS. But, nonetheless, here's the second chapter!

Thank you guys for your enthusiasm on the first chapter! You really kept a smile on my face for the whole day :')

Disclaimer: As per every chapter, I don't own DP.


Chapter 2

The first thing Sam did when she heard they'd missed their flight was turn and glare at Danny.

"Did you hear that, Danny boy?" she drawled out sarcastically. "We missed our flight."

"So I heard," Danny told her, maintaining a calm expression, which only pissed Sam off even more.

She looked away from the Ghost Boy back to the woman. "When is the next flight to Indiana?"

The woman looked on the computer, and after a few types later, said, "The next flight from here to Indiana directly is in four days."

"Four days?" The calm exterior Sam was trying to maintain was slipping through her fingers. "We're going to Indiana, not Mars! It's a freaking four hour flight!"

The woman's expressed was level with her the entire time. "That's the schedule I have, Miss Manson."

"Well," Sam jabbed a finger in her direction, "let me tell you what I think of your schedule; I think you should take it and shove it up your–"

"Okay!" Danny had stayed silent the entire time, but at Sam's outburst put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her back before the woman called security on both of them. "Calm down, honey, there's no reason for that."

"Calm down? Don't you tell me to–"

Danny would like to say he used a mature method to shut Sam up, but that would be untrue. He lifted his hand up and put it over her mouth, shutting her up momentarily as he turned to the woman, who still had a freakish calm expression on her face, as if she'd dealt with lunatics like that all the time. "Sorry about that, ma'am. It's just that we have an urgent meeting in Indiana and we need to be there by tonight. Can you help us out?"

The woman, apparently, couldn't resist the Danny Fenton puppy-dog look, and so sighed and turned back to her computer. Danny waited patiently, and after a few moments she looked back up at him and said, "There are no further planes taking off to Indiana, but there's a plane going to Indiana in McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas at 6:25 pm tonight."

Sam mumbled something angrily from behind his hand, but neither he nor the woman paid her any attention. "Las Vegas?" Danny asked her. "Is there a plane boarding to Las Vegas in the next hour, by any chance?"

The woman snorted at him and waved him away with her hand. "You're holding up the line. Have fun with your girlfriend, sir."

"She's not my girlfriend," he mumbled at the woman as Sam screamed another thing at her from behind his palm. Before he let go of her, he led her away from the woman and towards the waiting area before he finally let go of her.

"Las Vegas?" Sam instantly said once he wiped his hand on his jeans, learning that she had tried to lick his palm to make him let go of her but he hadn't even noticed. "How the hell are we going to get to Las Vegas in four hours?"

"I don't know," Danny shook his head and tried to think them a way out of this predicament. He'd been spacing off, but when he looked back at the Goth girl, she was smirking at him, her eyes alight with mischief and an idea. "What?"

"If only we knew a person who could fly as fast as a plane," she mused, feigning a look of thoughtfulness.

Danny gave her a look. "So you want me to carry you, your suitcase, my suitcase, and our bags, and fly us all the way to Nevada? You're kidding, right?"

When Sam realized that he had a point and couldn't possibly carry all of that by himself, she folded her arms across her chest and glared at him. "Do you have any better ideas?"

Actually, he did. "We could take a bus."

Sam felt even more pissed off because she hadn't really thought of that. "Shut up."

As she grabbed her suitcase from his hands and started walking towards the exits, Danny couldn't help but smirk at her. "And they say you're the smart one."

"Shut up," she repeated, glaring at the ground beneath her feet.

They called another cab and told the driver to take them to the bus station. The whole ride there, Sam was glaring at the window, and Danny was glaring at his window, and both were generally glaring at each other without looking at each other.

Sam couldn't believe she still had to endure more time in Danny's presence, not only on a plane ride, but on a bus ride now too. She kicked herself for not telling Tucker to kidnap Danny with him and Jazz. Had he not been too stubborn to back down and be on this flight with her, she may have been already on that plane, in the air, on her way back home with her earphones in and her life switched off and she wouldn't have to think about their stupid fight with him sitting right next to her.

Once they reached the bus station, they grabbed their luggage and she sat down on one of the chairs and waited for Danny to buy them bus tickets. When he was taking longer than usual, she began to think that the next bus would take a long time to come, and dreaded having to think of another way to get back home and spend yet more time in tensed silence with Danny in the back of a cab.

Thankfully, when Danny came over and sat down next to her, he shoved two tickets in her hands. "The next bus leaves in ten minutes. It's that one over there."

She looked at the bus he pointed at and then got up. "Let's go, then," she told him, and they both got up and started heading towards the bus.

They got in and Danny gave the driver their tickets. There were only two other people in the bus so far; an old man sitting in the front seat, and a girl with pink hair and a pierced nose in the very back seat.

Sam chose a seat somewhere in the middle and sat down next to the window. She noticed Danny make a move to sit next to her, so she hastily put her bag on the seat next to her and gave him a look.

Danny narrowed his eyes at her. "Very mature, Manson. Really, I'm impressed."

Sam rolled her eyes at him as he took the seat on the aisle next to her and then tried to ignore him. They sat in silence as people started piling in the bus, most of them teenagers, probably on their way to Las Vegas for that summer fun that Sam had originally come to California for but didn't get.

When the bus started moving, Sam brought out her iPod and put her earphones in, turning Avenged Sevenfold way up, blocking out the chatter of incandescent excitement of all the kids on the bus and the deafening silence between her and the halfa.


She didn't know when she fell asleep, but she woke up to Danny shaking her shoulder. She blinked the sleep away from her eyes, and when she focused on her surroundings, she realized that the bus had stopped moving.

"What's going on?" she asked Danny tiredly, suppressing a yawn. "Are we there yet?"

"No," Danny said from beside her, and she then noticed that he'd moved her bags and was sitting in the seat next to her. "We're in some place called Carson City."

Sam wasn't a buff when it came to geography, but while other people only thought of Vegas when they hear Nevada, other landscapes and names pop into Sam's mind, so Carson City wasn't as foreign to her as it was to Danny.

"What are we doing in Carson City?" she asked Danny, and, looking out of the window, she realized that the sky was dark.

She remembered the reason they were heading to Vegas in the first place and her eyes widened. "What time is it? We're going to miss our flight! Danny, we need to go, now."

"The bus broke down," Danny rubbed the back of his neck a bit sheepishly. "The repair guy's going to be here in a couple of hours."

Sam gaped at him. "Couple of hours?" When Danny nodded slightly, Sam shrunk in her seat and closed her eyes and grimaced. "Great. Just great."

"Personally," Danny cleared his throat, "I think that we should just crash at any motel tonight and leave for Vegas tomorrow morning. At least we'll have time to come up with a new plan."

Even though all Sam wanted was to be at an airport with the comfort that she would be boarding a plane home in any minute, she was too tired to think. She hadn't slept all that well last night, anxious about her flight. There was also the fact that she'd been up thinking about Danny and their fight, replaying it over and over again in her head, and she got even angrier each time.

To Danny, however, she only nodded and said, "Fine. Did you see any motels on our way here?"

As they both got up and started heading out of the bus with some of the few passengers, Danny gestured with his head behind the bus. "I saw one less than two miles back. I can fly us there if you're too tired to walk."

Sam was about to let him carry her in relief, when she remembered her anger with him. "Um, no, fly there yourself, I'm walking."

Danny rolled his eyes as she started tugging her suitcase behind her and walked away from Danny. He only folded his arms across his chest defiantly and said, "It's the other way."

Sam halted, cursed herself and Danny, and then tried to hold her head high as she turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Danny shook his head at her, sighed, and then started tugging his own suitcase and followed her. The streets were dark and only a few light poles were illuminating their way, and Danny didn't know how safe it was in a place like this, so even though it wasn't really that late, he kept a look out for any danger.

Their walk to the motel was quiet, as usual, which gave Danny time to think. Regardless of what Tucker had told him the previous night, Danny still maintained that he'd done nothing wrong. Obviously, Sam disagreed, and knowing her, he knew she'd only talk to him when he apologized.

He snorted at her in his thoughts. Well, she should know him well enough to know that he wasn't sorry in the slightest bit.

They made it to a quaint, one story building with a large blue sign with the words America's Best Value Inn in white. There was green shrubbery arranged around the sign and on the front lawn, and as Sam and Danny pushed through the door to the motel, they were greeted with the scent of pine trees.

Sam didn't wait for Danny and headed over to the counter herself. The man behind the counter looked bored as he read a magazine, and when she and Danny entered, he looked up at them in surprise. "Hello," he adjusted the classes on his nose and stood up. "Welcome to America's Best Value Inn. How may I help you?"

"I want two rooms, please," Sam told him. "Single beds each; just for tonight."

The man grimaced a bit. "I'm afraid all the single bed rooms are booked. Would you like one room with two beds instead?"

Sam looked back at Danny, who was too busy inspecting the reception, almost knocking over a vase in the process and cursing at it, and rolled her eyes. She turned back to the man and said, "Help me out here."

The guy shrugged. "Don't you two lovebirds want a room to yourselves?"

Sam refrained the urge to yell and instead grumbled, "We're not lovebirds."

She turned back to Danny, then at the man, and sighed. Grumbling even more, she said, "Fine, one room, two beds."

The man pulled out a key with the room number 13 on it and smiled at her. "Enjoy your stay!"

Sam wanted to tell him about all the other things she would enjoy instead, and none of them were nice things towards the man, so she just grumbled silently to herself and walked out of the reception building.

Danny followed her silently, noticing the angrier than usual expression on her face. They reached a room and Sam pushed it open using her key.

Danny frowned when she entered without uttering a word. "Wait, where's my room?"

Sam seemed to remember him trailing behind her and walked back to the doorway. She feigned a look of thoughtfulness as she looked a bit around, and then pointed to a sidewalk, "There, on the sidewalk. Enjoy your five star room."

She was about to slam the door in his face, but he used his hand to stop her. He then gave her a look, and said, "You know that if you did slam the door, I could just as easily phase in, right?"

Stupid, Sam rolled her eyes and walked back into the room and ignored him. She put her bags down on one of the beds, choosing the one by the door. She figured that if anything happened, she'd have a closer escape to the exit than Danny.

There were two beds in the room, separated by a commode. There was a small bathroom at the furthest corner from the door, and the furnishing looked old and burned out.

When Danny moved to put his things on the other bed, he sniffed and scrunched up his face. "What the hell is that smell?"

Sam smelled it too. She shook her head and stared at the chipping walls, the burned out rug, the cracks in the headboard of the bed. "Not your finest, but it'll do for tonight," she sighed.

"I wonder what Cole would think about this," Danny couldn't help smirk at her. "Pretty scandalous, sharing a room with another guy while you already have a boyfriend back home."

Sam turned to him with a glare. "His name is Noel, and I said that you are done talking about him. You said enough yesterday."

"Yet I feel like there's so much more that I need to say," Danny shook his head absentmindedly. "Your taste in guys used to be a bit more decent."

Sam had been rifling through her suitcase to wear something else, since she'd been in the same clothes all day, so slammed it closed angrily and turned to Danny. "You were a bit more decent, you asshole. You still think you have a right to say anything about him after all that happened? Danny, you spied on me. When I was on a date with my boyfriend. Again."

"I wasn't spying on you," Danny scoffed. "I was watching over you, making sure the creep didn't try to do anything."

"Do you hear yourself?" Sam exclaimed. "Noel is not a creep! He is a nice, sweet guy, who couldn't hurt a fly. The only creep here is you."

"Well, excuse me for trying to protect you," Danny shook his head in disbelief at her and turned back to his suitcase. "Last time I was suspicious about a guy I was right anyway."

"Okay, that's it." Sam couldn't believe he'd stoop so low as to mention Gregor or Elliot or whatever the hell his name was. "Get out."

Danny did the same thing to his suitcase and turned to her. "Whether you like it or not, we kind of have to share this room."

Sam wasn't even listening to him; she walked to the door, opened it, and turned to him. "Go make yourself useful and bring us some food. And take your time, Inviso Bill."

Danny glared at her at his old Danny Phantom nickname, but at the determined look on her face, he stalked out of the room anyway.

Sam slammed the door the minute he was out, fuming. How dare he. Not only had he stomped on her privacy with her boyfriend – again – insulted her boyfriend – again – insulted her for being with said boyfriend – again – but he even stood there and defended himself. He actually stood there and told her he was only trying to protect her when the only thing he was doing was taking away her privacy and her trust in him.

Sam bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from screaming in frustration. And now she was going to have to share a motel room with him.

Why, she thought, did it have to be Danny freaking Fenton?


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