Authors Note: A quick mention for Elodiie Wolfe, my most consistant and punctual reviewer, whose birthday was two days ago, which I believe was the 15th (days tend to merge with no real sleep for days). Happy Belated Birthday, Danielle and I both hope you have many more. (please note, this comment wasn't urged on by the fact that she mentioned the Character Danielle, my own real life girlfriend and future wife, happens to be her favourite)
Chapter four
The return
Days stretched in to weeks, and the weeks slowly slipped in to a month, and that month soon became two, over the time, Sam found she needed less of what she used to; less food, less drink, and less sleep. Indeed the latter had reduced to the point that she need only sleep for an hour a day, much like Danielle, who on day one sat and told Sam everything, the young woman with a Gothic leaning had found out that the two new members were deities of knowledge, both being able to use the golden ethereal bow Sam had seen the young British woman use, she had found out that indeed she and Danny were also deities, she blushed as she found out what they were deities of, indeed it made everyone laugh, clueless male and clueless female, were deities of love, and they were warriors at that.
Sixty two days and fifty four minutes from the time Danny and Mark had departed (not that Sam had counted) they had received word that the pair were finally returning. Sam had not been able to sit still upon finding out, and was forever checking the skies for the two young men, Finally, two black dots were spotted, and Sam ran outside to wait for them to land.
The pair finally landed, and they looked worse for wear, the pair had large bags under their eyes and both sported short beards, Danny's a deep black like his hair and Mark's, ginger…unlike any hair on his body. Sam rushed at Danny and wrapped her arms around him, tears in her eyes. Mark says
'Listen Sam, Danny and I haven't had all that much sleep, so do you think you can let him go to bed.'
Sam blushes but drags a sleep deprived Danny in to the house, leaving the others to laugh quietly. Danielle smiles at her new friends actions and decides to replicate them with Mark
'Come on you, time for you to go home, get some sleep and get rid of that damn beard.'
Mark just smiles and takes to the air Danielle clung to his back.
Sam dragged Danny to his room, to which Danny gratefully fell on to his warm bed, fully clothed, Sam tugged off his shoes and promptly fell beside him, smiling
'I missed you Sam.'
The Gothic Goddess merely smiles and places a comforting arm around Danny
'Just get some sleep; I'll be here when you wake up.'
With out further instruction, Danny fell in to a deep sleep.
Danny slept for four hours, which considering his new sleeping pattern, was a vast amount, slowly, he opens his eyes, a dazzling blue tinged with the faintest gold around the edge, indeed, as he opened his eyes to see Sam snuggled up against him in his bed, he felt complete, with a smile he watched as her eyes, of a vivid violet, the edges of her irises were edged with a gold he did not remember.
'Hey Mr Sleepy.'
'Uhh, hey Sam, damn it is good to wake up in a warm bed and not a cave floor, even better to wake up with you.'
Sam smiles and gets up,
'I think we had best make a show, your mom walked in to check on you about two hours ago, apparently, from what I have gotten from Danielle, Mark is in the same state as you, except he has Slayer playing while he sleeps.'
The pair laugh at that and Jack Fenton walks in holding an electric razor.
'I thought you might want this son, you don't strike me as the type to have a beard.'
Danny smiles and takes the device, checking for any sign of the word Fenton on it.
'I bought it earlier Danny, it's not a…I need to make a Fenton Razor.'
The hulking form Of Jack Fenton rushes to the lab.
Jazz sighs slightly
'I wonder what Danny's training was?'
A faint chuckle snaps her back as she spins to see Danny stood behind her
'It wasn't training as such, we just meditated until my form solidified and then meditated until I changed back to Danny Phantom, then we meditated some more until I became Danny Fenton.'
She smiles as she spots the small goatee on his chin and grins
'I see you decided to sport a bit of face fuzz little brother.'
Danny just laughs as Sam walks in. Sam looks at Jazz with an amused smirk as Danny begins to sport a confused frown. He walks over to Sam and says
'Sam, am I going mad? It looks like Jazz has a thread going through the wall from her back.'
Sam smiles and says
'I asked Danielle about that when I first saw it. We can see who people love by those threads. I first saw it on Danielle; it leads to Mark naturally, as a God and Goddess always shares that…bond.'
Danny cocks an eye brow and says
'Why Samantha Manson, are you saying you love me?'
Sam's eye twitches slightly and she says
'If you call me Samantha again, I will drive my newly found weapons down your throat after I forcibly make you a eunuch!'
Danny walks calmly down the street as he looks in to cafés, he laughs as he sees people connected by threads, almost dangling off the wrong person. He smiles as he sees an elderly couple walk arm in arm, a thick golden thread connecting them.
'People say young love is sweet, but I think old love is sweeter, it speaks of loyalty and true love. It warms the cockles of the heart doesn't it?'
Danny smiles as Mark pops in to sight.
'Yeah, it is. I find it funny…and disturbing how fleetingly the word "love" is used by people, in most cases it's just an infatuation or merely a physical lust. Rarely are they connected, and it upsets me slightly.'
Mark smiles as he holds open the door for a couple both around the age of eighty, and both connected.
'Humans are flippant creatures Danny, they see a word; love, and they do not attach any emotion to it. It comes in so many forms. It may take a while, but you will begin to see all forms of love and not just romantic love.'
Danny smiles and says
'I know what you mean, there's the love of a parent to their child, the love of siblings, the love of friends. I could go on forever listing all the forms of love in the world.'
Mark chuckles slightly
'That's granted to you as the God of Love my friend. The disgust at the flagrant flaunting of a feeling so deeply engrained in to your body is also a burden. I must sit aside and watch "intelligent men" wage pointless wars. Such men are as intelligent as my crap, and people follow them, they give away all their rights, for a cause they are brainwashed in to. It's like we are living in AirStrip One, patriotism for an idiot, ruled a man who stripped people of their freedoms to liberate them.'
