A/N: Quick reminder that DP takes place in 2004-06. Flip phones were in use during that time.

Walking in Heels

"Are you sure you don't want us to swing by and pick you up?"

"No, Danny, I'm less than three minutes away. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I'm completely out of the way. Besides, I don't want you to see me in this infernal contraption earlier than you have to."

"Don't be silly. I'm sure you look amazing."

I blushed at the compliment. " Well, I would hope so. My mom spent an hour doting over my hair then another one talking about how beautiful I looked in this stupid dress then she moved into the area of 'I don't know what you see in that boy Sam. He's a menace' blah de blah da. Plus, my grandma started reminiscing about the 'good ol' days' and that took forever to break away from. Ugh."

Danny laughed over the phone and I smiled. "Your family is so ridiculous sometimes," he said.

I sighed. "I know but what are you gonna do? Look I'll be at Fenton Works in a second and we can continue this conversation. Preferably with Tucker and Val, okay?"

"Alright. See you soon, I love you, Sam."

"I love you, too." My smile widened as I snapped my phone closed and tossed it into my purse. It was funny how such small words could make me feel like I was walking on air, believe me I've done it.

I stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk and my thoughts were jarred back to Earth. "Stupid heels," I muttered, wrapping my light jacket around me as I tried to rescue my dignity. They weren't very high, only an inch and a half, but my feet felt ready to fall off. I probably shouldn't have walked all the way to Danny's house. Oh well.

I rounded a corner and the bright neon of Fenton Works shined into my vision. Three more blocks and I could free my feet from the moronic shoes my mother had somehow forced me into.

A gang of three men across the street catcalled. I rolled my eyes and lifted a choice finger in their direction. The buzz of my phone distracted me from their angry outbursts. I dug the device out of my bag and flipped it open to find a text from Valerie waiting.

Where u at? Shone across my face in the fading twilight. My steps subconsciously slowed to a stop as I typed a reply, 3 block away. Didnt Danny tell u he just talked to me?

The reply was almost instant. No the little shizz. Get here soon we're waiting!

I rolled my eyes and typed, I know Val. I'm almost there.

A voice over my shoulder almost made me drop my phone. "Where is such a pretty young thing like you going at this time of night?"

I jumped and spun around to find two of the men from across the street behind me. They smelt like they'd been hanging out in a bar all afternoon. The man on the left swayed slightly, proving my theory.

"Isn't it a little early in the evening to be out harassing women?" I asked. I crossed my arms over my chest and started taking small steps backwards. Maybe I should have had Danny come pick me up.

I backed up some more and I ran into something warm and squishy. Firm, rough hands grabbed my upper arms and a voice whispered in my ear, "Oh, it's never too early."

"I didn't spend four years fighting ghosts to take this from creeps like you," I muttered back before throwing my weight forward and tossing the man over my head. His head slammed into the sidewalk and his body followed behind in a crumpled heap. I straightened and glared at the other men. "You boys want to play?" I asked.

Their faces blanched. One man, the swayer, turned tail and bolted around the corner. "Whimp!" The other yelled after him. "How much trouble can a bitch like you be?" he asked me. I smiled innocently at him.

"Why don't you come find out?"

The man rushed me, somehow avoiding the body of his fallen comrade. I gripped my purse tighter and swung it at his head. Four pounds of femininely needs knocked him off balance. I swung my body in a roundhouse kick (not an easy feat in a knee length dress) and kicked him in the side with the point of my heel. He fell into the street, knocking his head on the asphalt.

I stared down at my feet. Maybe heels could be more useful than I thought.

I smiled and turned around, determined to make it to Danny's if I had to crawl there. A wall of man stopped me in my path. A hand snaked around my wrist and clenched tight like it didn't ever want to let go. I looked up to find myself face to chest with the runner.

"Thanks for making it easier for me, sweetheart. Now I don't have to fight over you with those bozos." The stench of beer and bad breath made my stomach roll and my eyes water.

"Let me go you pervert," I growled. I tried to tug my wrist out of his grasp to no avail. No matter how hard I tried he wouldn't let go.

"Come here," he said. He pulled me closer to his body and I jumped as a hand grabbed my butt.

"I said, let me go!" I raised my free hand, unfortunately the one not holding my bag, and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. His head flew to the side but neither grip loosened. When he looked back at me there was fire in his eyes. For the first time I allowed myself to acknowledge the fear in my heart.

"You shouldn't have done that, girly," he said. He bent my arm away from my body as if he aimed to brake my elbow. Tears sprung to my eyes and I gasped at the pain.

"I hope you promised her dinner at least!" a new voice joked. I was ripped from the mans grasp and my assailant was unceremoniously slammed into the brick wall next to us. I stumbled in my heels and fell to the ground. I looked up and my heart swelled. All traces of fear evaporated in Danny's glowing aura.

Phantom used his forearm to pin the man to the wall by his neck. His white hair floated in an invisible breeze. The look on his face could have killed an entire room of drunk, creepy, old men in one shot. A liquid, I dare not guess what type, trickled from runner's pants onto the sidewalk.

"Interesting," Danny said a funny look on his face, almost like he was trying not to laugh. "I didn't realize you wanted to make new friends on your walk, Sam." He glanced at me and I saw a more familiar side of Danny, my Danny. "Are you alright?" he asked softly.

"I'm fine," I said. "Just, don't kill him."

"Pity," Danny said but I could hear humor in his tone. "I was only planning to fillet him a little."

I rolled my eyes at the bad joke. Danny playfully sighed. "If you're sure," he remonstrated. Danny placed his hands on either side of the mans head. The fear in the mans eyes faded when Danny slammed his own head into his. Danny took a step back to give the man room to crumple. He turned toward me and offered a hand to help me up. I took it and as I stood I asked, "You didn't kill him, right?" We didn't let each other's hands go.

Danny rolled him green eyes as if the question was too obvious to answer. He looked around at the other men on the ground and laughed. "Well, you've been busy!" he smiled and my heart flipped. Calm it down in there, I thought to my body and pressed a hand to my open chest.

The motion made Danny look at me and for the first time he realized that I was wearing. He blushed green and stammered, "W-wow, Sam. Your mom was right about the dress." A gloved hand subconsciously rubbed the back of his neck.

I laughed at his reaction. I couldn't help it. I twirled and the knee length fabric spun out from my body. I turned back and laughed again when I saw that Danny's whole face was blushing green.

"Come on, ghost boy. Let's go meet our friends," I said.

"Oh, right," Danny said like he'd forgotten what out objective had been in the first place. A familiar blue-white band spun the length of Phantom's body and I was suddenly standing next to good old Danny Fenton. He was wearing a black tux with a purple tie. The entire ensemble made me blush and Danny smiled my favorite crooked grin. He held out an arm and said, "My lady."

I shook my head but I couldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face. I placed my hand in the crook of his elbow and said, "Let's go meet our ride. I have to say, Danny. You look very handsome in a tux. I could get used to this."

His laughter echoed off the surrounding buildings.

A/N: I was happier with this last night at 2 AM. I have got to stop staying up that late to write. At least I didn't publish it that late *shrug*.

I hope you enjoyed this one. I'm absolutely horrid at puns.

I hope I'm not getting anyone's hopes up about updating. If you follow my of other story you would know that I can take months to update. I've had these on my mind for awhile.

Whatever. Please review (not comment, WTF, Geeky)! Until next time, GeekyZelda!