Sam's POV (heh, bet y'all were waitin' for this one, eh?):
"Hey Sam?" Danny asked as he walked home with me (after Jazz and I bailed him out of jail, of course). "Can I asks you a question?"
"Well, you didn't give me much of a choice, now, did you sunshine?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Hey!"
I cracked up, whacking him upside the arm ("CONSPIRACY!"). "Relax, boy! I'm only kidding! What's your question?"
"Well . . ."
"Well what?"
" . . . you know the speed of light, right Sammy?" He's lucky he's so cute, otherwise I'd have smacked his head for calling me Sammy . . . wait just a second! I did not just call Danny Fenton, best friend since second grade . . . cute. Oh, the horror . . .
"Well, yeah. Your point?"
"Well . . ."
" . . . ."
" . . . ."
" . . . . HONESTLY boy, just spit it out already!" I sighed gustily, throwing my hands up in exasperation. Seriously, how on earth could one guy be so clueless after spending almost every waking moment fighting off ghosts?!
"Fine." He huffed, crossing his arms and pouting. So cute . . . ARGH, not cute! Not cute! NOOOT CUUUUUUTE! "What's the speed of dark?"
" . . . . . . . wha?"
"We know the speed of light. Well then, what's the speed of dark?" Danny stopped pouting, turning to me with pure curiousity written all over his face. Heh, we're so much alike that way. But damnit, it was curiousity that got him into the portal in the first place! You'd think he'd learn his lesson.
Yeah, clueless all right.
"I don't know. I don't think anyone's ever measured the speed of dark." I pondered for a moment. "Hmm . . . I guess we can research it really quickly at my house . . ."
Ah, the magic words. Danny absolutely beamed, squishing me in a one-armed hug. He didn't know how strong he was getting sometimes . . . yeah, the misjudge-your-own-strength kind of hero; that's our Danny.
"Yesss! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!"
"All right, all right! Just let go already!" Thank god for the darkness to hide my blush.
He obeyed, still grinning into the street. After a moment, said grin faded off to the same pondering look he'd had before asking me about the speed of . . . the speed . . . ha ha . . . speed of . . . heh . . . oh, GODS! Only Danny could come up with the question what's the speed of dark! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha okay I'm done.
" . . . okay, what's the question now?"
" . . . you know lots of random stuff."
"Nice to know. What's your question now?"
"Then you've heard of the myth-thingy that rats leave a ship when it's about to sink, right?"
"Yes . . ."
"Then . . . where, exactly, do the rats think they're going?"
" . . . . . . . . . . only you, Danny. Only you."
"Only what? Huh?"
"Nevermind."
"What?! I wanna know!"
"Nevermind."
"Don't make me use the puppy-dog pout . . ."
"DON'T!!!"
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"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanny . . . . Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanny . . . DANNY!"
"AAAGH!" Said boy promptly fell out of his desk when I yelled in his ear the next day at school. Once we'd survived my family's butler's creepy disapproving looks (directed at Danny, mainly), we'd rushed up the stairs to my room. Damn Danny's ghost powers sometimes . . . he'd phased through the wall so he'd get to the computer first. We'd spent a good hour trying to find the answers to both of Danny's questions (and the other's he'd come up with along the way . . . apparently, my 'offer' to help him research at my house had opened a floodgate of questions, dammit . . . I mean, I'm for individuality and all, but Danny unleashed waay too much on me waay too fast . . .) until Jazz called and yelled at him to, I quote, 'get his scrawny butt home before she came over and made him'. He'd chuckled nervously, phased through the door and left.
Now, for the past fifteen minutes, he'd been staring into space with no reason whatsoever. It was like he was in a trance or something, so I woke him up. Easier said than done, just so you know.
"What's wrong with you now?" Tucker asked, already fiddling with his precious PDA. "Another bang on the head?"
"Nice implication." I told him, grinning.
"Huh?" Danny came all the way back down from Pluto. "Sorry, I kinda got lost in thought . . . d'you think you could send out a search party for me?" He yawned. Search party . . . ha ha ha . . . thought . . . heh heh . . . I pressed a hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter fighting to burst through. Danny was funny when he was still trying to completely wake up.
"I know what'll wake you up!" Tucker grinned, pulling out a green vial. Was it just me, or was it . . . pulsing?
"Tucker, what is that?" I asked.
Danny laid his head on his desk and yawned again. "I ain't touchin' it. With my luck, it'd be more of that damned truth potion."
"I don't know what it is . . ." Tucker admitted slowly.
"Then I really ain't touchin' it. With my luck added to that, and that product added to Tucker's luck, I'd be dead in five seconds flat."
Tucker attempted to frown and glare at Danny, but he was actually fighting a grin. "Hey Danny?"
"Yeah, slick?"
"What happens when you get scared half to death twice?"
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."
" . . . yeah, I'll shut up now."
"Step into my office, Tucker. Now." Danny dragged us out into the hallway.
"Danny, this is a hallway. Not an office."
"NOT THE POINT!"
"Besides, don't worry! I already tried some; it's liquid candy!"
"Really?" Danny perked up, all anger at Tucker forgotten. He's got a candy addiction . . . only problem is, even the slightest bit will make him hyper for hours. Why and how do I know this?
. . . let's just say it was a LONG Halloween . . .
"Go ahead, it's all yours. I was never one for Sour Apple. Made my breath too irrisistable to the ladies . . ." Tucker grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. Irrisistable, riiiiiiiiiiight . . .
"Danny, no--" I started, but Danny was faster.
Within a matter of seconds he had the vial in his hand, and downed it. However, after a moment of pure happiness etched onto his face, his expression began to look puzzled.
"What's wrong now?" I groaned.
"Um . . . Tucker, that stuff tastes like the truth potion I accidentially swallowed . . ."
