Danny Phantom (c) Rightful owners
3. Tags
Rated K+ Danny and Sam Romance/Humor
Sam was not amused. Not in the least. But everyone else seemed to be. She had covered it up as much as she could when she passed the kitchen this morning, her parents sitting at the table for one of the first times in a long time. It's been a long time since they'd been home, and they had to pick this morning of all times.
And somehow, she knew he'd planned it.
Just to make sure everyone knew.
She tried to hide it by wearing a sweatshirt, but most of the ones she owned were wide shouldered, and the only way to cover her neck and face was with the hood. But when she had it up, the teachers, all of them, demanded that she put it down. And the fact that the teacher had singled her out had drawn everyone's attention to her to watch her pull her hood down.
And show the present he had left on her neck.
She didn't know when he did it. Probably the night before, while she was sleeping. But why hadn't she felt it? She was usually a pretty light sleeper. She couldn't hide it or get rid of it, so she was stuck with it.
He hadn't shown up to any of his classes all that morning, but he had called into to Tucker saying he was having some trouble with the box ghost, who refused to move away from some homeless guy's house … a box, duh. He had texted Sam the same thing, but didn't call, knowing he'd get an ear full of her mind.
But when she walked into the lunch room, she found him lounging back in his chair at their table, chatting up with Tucker. She marched over with her bag lunch, dropped it onto the table, and glared Danny down, hands on her hips. He smiled up at her with a lazy grin.
"Hey, Sam. I see you like my gift." He said.
"Danny … get it off of me. Now." She snarled.
"Oh, come one. I'm liking it more and more." He said, smirking up at her.
Believe her, she liked dog collars as much as the next goth. But this was ridiculous.
Danny reached up and flicked a finger underneath the tag that had the engravings in it. A large, cheesy, metal circle with 'Property of Danny Fenton' rested against the middle of her neck, hanging from the dog collar she had woken up to this morning. There were other tags too, listing contacts and the address to his house if she was found …
She sat down with a huff next to Danny, muttering under her breath about woman's rights and independence, but didn't snap at him.
"That's a good girl." Danny said, patting her on the head. "Keep behaving and I'll give you a treat. And maybe I'll take it off."
