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Her husband came down the stairs, already dressed. "Honey, do you know what today is?" he asked, almost sounding hopeful.
"April third. Why?" she replied, feigning ignorance.
"Is anything… special happening today?" He winked at her, smiling broadly, "Is something… I don't know… being celebrated?" he hinted as he sat down at the kitchen table next to her, and started eating the toast and organic eggs his beautiful wife had prepared.
She looked confused. "Really? Should something be celebrated?" Deciding to quickly change the subject, "Now hurry up, you'll be late for work," She kissed him, gazing into his blue eyes. "And pick up milk on your way home."
He chuckled, got up and rubbed off his hands on his jeans. "Is there anything more cliché than that? You have something planned, don't you? There's no way you could have forgotten what today is."
"Goodbye, Danny," His wife, smiling now, ushered him out the door.
"Bye, Sam." He kissed her lovingly on the cheek. "I love you, even if you're lying!" And with that, the half ghost transformed and flew off to work.
As Danny Phantom flew over Amity Park, his hometown, he sighed contently. It had been almost eight years since what people were now calling the "Disasteroid Event," and the halfa had finally managed to get out of college and find a real job.
It was just a small office job for now, designing structures for efficient buildings. It was enough to make an aerospace physics university major go crazy, but he wouldn't let go of his dream of one day becoming an astronaut. Besides all that, he was happy. He had a beautiful wife and a city—whose mayor was his life-long best friend—that loved him.
What really had him down at the moment was the fact that today was special—and no one remembered.
Danny dialed a familiar number, and when he got the dial tone, left a message.
"Hi, Jazz, it's Danny. I have something I need to talk to you about; call me after work, okay? Bye," he sighed again.
He knew it was all fun and games, but he couldn't help having a deep fear gnaw inside him. 'Does Sam really not remember?' he asked himself.
Tucker Foley was, by now, used to his friend dropping—often quite literally—into his office to see him. But he usually called first, so it was odd when Danny showed up in the waiting room, asking the secretary if the mayor was in a meeting.
"Hey, man. What's got you down?" Tucker greeted as the halfa walked into the room.
"Hey, Tuck," the specter said, taking a seat. "Well, this morning, Sam said she didn't know why today was special. Then, I spoke to Jazz a few minutes ago, and she didn't know, either!"
"How is she?" Tuck interjected.
"She's doing fine. At first I thought Sam was planning something, but after talking to Jazz…" he was silent for a minute.
Tucker spoke. "Umm… Danny? Nothing is happening today. A ghost hasn't even attacked."
The other was so startled and distraught he turned human. The mayor squinted as the familiar bright rings passed over his friend.
Sadness overwhelmed Danny like a jab in the heart. "You mean… You… Even you? You don't remember?"
It was hard for Tucker to keep the façade with the look of misery Danny gave him, but somehow, he managed to convince his friend he meant it. Keeping a confused face, he said, "Remember what?"
Danny sighed dejectedly, for what felt like the billionth time that day. "What happened today, eleven years ago. Then a different event, eight years ago?"
Tuck shook his head.
The three of them were in the living room when Danny walked in.
By this point he wasn't expecting it—which, in retrospect, was most likely the point. He had turned on the light, and nearly went into defense mode when Jazz, Sam, and Tucker jumped out and yelled, "Surprise!"
Tucker was holding a cake, which had his insignia under the words "Happy Anniversary Danny and Sam".
Danny was speechless. Hey, they'd remembered, after all! Finally, after gasping like a fish out of water, he managed: "I bought milk."
The occupants of the room laughed as he held the carton of milk, and a dozen red roses, out to Sam. She smiled, walking over to hug him and peck his cheek.
"Did you really think I could forget our anniversary, dear? We've been married for two whole years."
"Or your little 'anniversary?'" Jazz added, "Really, little bro, have some faith," she rubbed his hair, a habit she'd never dropped.
"We're not going to forget the day you got your powers," Tucker chuckled.
They headed to the kitchen, where they set the cake on the table. The men wanted to eat it right then and there, but the ladies insisted on dinner first.
Sam wrapped her arms around Danny, holding him, whispering, "Happy anniversary, my Ghost Boy."
Happy Danniversary! Thanks again, Mark, for being an awesome beta.
