Nope, I still don't own Danny Phantom. Sorry guys. I'd think its safe to say that neither do you.
Genre: Humor
Rating: K
Tattoo
Sam lay on the table, feeling more exposed to the man sitting at a chair beside her, than she'd ever been to anyone, even her doctor, despite the white sheet covering her. She blushed fiercely and wondered if maybe she should rethink her idea.
"Don't worry babe," said the tattoo artist, Butch, who sat in his chair preparing the inks. "I've seen it all, this is nothing to me. It barely even phases me anymore. You'll be fine."
"Thanks," Sam said then took a deep breath and felt Butch swab the spot were he'd be placing the tattoo. She designed it herself, a long time ago, of course she couldn't tell that to Butch.
"The first thing I'm going to do," Butch said, "Is draw an outline of your design." He was a fast worker and before she knew it he was prompting her to sit up and look.
"Is that what you want?" He asked as he tilted his head quizzically.
Sam smiled and tried to suppress the giddy excitement building up in her stomach, and forced herself not to touch it. She didn't want to ruin Butch's preliminary work. It was black and small, the perfect size, in the perfect spot very, very low on her stomach and well, to the left. Even if she wore a binki, which she never did, it would remain hidden.
No one would ever see it, except a lover perhaps, and then she'd probably have a little explaining to do, but that wouldn't be for a very long time. She had just turned eighteen, and didn't think she was ready for something like that…She was ready for a tattoo though. She half laughed at her thoughts.
"It's perfect," she said as she smiled at the artist. He nodded his head, obviously pleased with her reaction. He readjusted his rubber gloves then told her to prepare herself. Sam closed her eyes tight. She felt like she was shaking and made the effort to remain completely still.
"Okay Babe," Butch said. "This is it. Now or never. Are you absolutely sure you want this? You know it's forever and once I start…I ain't stopping."
Sam opened her eyes and looked into Butch's questioning gaze. "Do it," she said with determination. The funny thing was, that it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would, and when everything was said and done, Sam had a lovely little tattoo.
She listened carefully as she was told how to care for it, paid the finale half of the money she owed and walked out into the hot summer air feeling almost euphoric. She looked at her watch and cursed a little under her breath, she was late.
Tucker looked up as Sam entered the Nasty Burger. "You're late," he complained. "You were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago."
"Sorry," Sam said then suppressed a wince of pain as she sat down in her usual spot, next to Tucker and across from Danny, the tattoo made her sensitive skin sore. "My appointment took a little longer than I thought it would."
Danny looked at Sam for a moment. "What appointment?" he asked. "Doctor? Are you sick?"
"No," Sam answered. "I'm fine."
"There is something different about you." Tuck said as he eyed his Goth friend warily. "Are you okay?"
Sam smiled, she was almost glowing, and it was obvious that something major had happened. The look in her eyes was far away, dreamlike, satisfied, and it gave the ghost hybrid sitting across from her, a severe case of heartburn as he wondered just who was responsible for putting that joyful look on her face.
"Yeah," Danny said as he leaned forward and examined Sam. "Tuck is right. You're different in some way." Sam looked at him and the flush growing across her cheeks made his stomach feel weak.
"Who is he?" Tucker asked as he continued look at Sam, his eyes full of worried questions. She turned her gaze to Tucker and continued to smile. She should have known that she was too close to her friends for them not to sense something was different, even if they'd never see it.
"It's no one," Sam answered. "And the rest is none of your business." She met Danny's troubled gaze again and smiled. She would never tell either of them about the little tattoo of the Danny Phantom symbol. It represented her best friend, and the boy she was madly in love with. She figured that someday, maybe, she'd get over the in love with part, but she knew she'd always want Danny to be a part of her, and now he was.
"Come on Sam," Danny almost wined. "Tell us."
Sam shook her head. "It's nothing. Really." Tucker and Danny looked at each other doubtfully.
"It's just," Sam started then smiled even brighter. "I was thinking maybe getting a tattoo, a big gothic black rose dripping blood on my back. What do you think?" Both boys looked at her in wide eyed shock and she cracked up laughing.
THE END
Because of deep spiritual and philosophical beliefs, I do not endorse the practice of tattooing. I would NEVER modify my body in ANY way. (I don't even have pierced ears). It's not something I would ever advise anyone to do. Therefore this fic is not endorsing tattooing (If you do tattoo however, that's your choice, it's your body, you have to live in it for the rest of your life). I know. I know. –eye roll- Oh and I reserve the right to use this idea in a future fic, so if you see it again well…yeah you know.
