Just ... don't ask. Please, don't ask.

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9. Present

"You know where Sam and Tucker are?" Danny asked, popping his head into Jazz's room. She was typing on her computer, a stack of papers and textbooks piled around her. College was driving her into insanity, and Danny didn't even know if she had any sleep for the past two months. She was in pretty much every extracurricular activity on the campus, she took all of the complicated, extreme classes, and not to mention that her job called for staying up all night.

So he was questioning whether or not he should trust her answer.

"Tucker said he had some last minute Christmas wrapping to do, and as for Sam, I haven't heard from her all day." She said without skipping a beat, her fingers still typing frantically a paragraph that looked like it lasted two pages, her eyes glued to the screen. The only time she stopped typing was when she reached over to grab one of her five energy drinks and coffee cups, even then, one finger was still clicking away on the keyboard. When he lingered in the doorway, she turned in her seat to look at him. Her eyes were wide and dilated, her hair looking similar to a clowns, her fingers tapping restlessly and frantically against her thighs. She gave him a twisted, distorted smile that sent a shiver over his body. "Was there something else you needed?"

"No. Um, thanks …" he said, quickly ducking out of the doorway and shuffling down the hallway at a speed that needed his ghost abilities aid to keep him up right. He nearly tripped down the stairs at the speed he was going, and had to float the rest of the way down to make sure he came out without any broken limbs. It was official; he wouldn't even look at Jazz until summer. It wouldn't be that long, only four months. Plus she'd be heading back to her dorm at the end of the week, her Christmas break coming to an end before it was actually ending. She refused to relax until all of her projects from the next month were finished.

He grunted as he fell backwards onto the couch, kicking over one of the stuffed reindeer dolls that were sitting beside the couch. He was slowly accepting Christmas as a fun holiday, Sam's cheerful outlook on it rubbing off on him. One of the perks of having a Christmas kook as a girlfriend, but he had to admit, he didn't mind. He'd rather be in a good mood on a day that obviously made her so happy.

And he wanted to know why she wasn't with him right then.

It was about an hour later that the front door flew open and in came Tucker, bundled up in his winter coat, and dragging a sack behind him.

"Hey, Tuck. Where ya been all day?" Danny asked without looking away from the TV screen, some sort of Christmas cartoon completely holding his attention. He waited for a reply, but only received the sounds of Tucker taking off his coat, grumbling something harshly, and then marching into the room with the sack in tow. Danny looked at his friend out of the corner of his eye, and jumped to his feet. "What the heck happened to your face?!"

Tucker's eye had a giant bruise in the corner, swelling it close slightly.

"You're present happened." He opened the sack, a giant box wrapped with a ribbon appearing from inside it. "You owe me for this dude. But you'll love it, I'm sure of that." the techno geek said as he flopped down in an arm chair next to the box, giving it a glare and kicking it. A thud came from inside and some sort of mumbled growl.

Danny got to his feet, hesitantly going over to the box. There were grumbles and growls coming from inside and he had to wonder what the hell Tucker had put into it. And what he had done to make it so angry. He gently grabbed onto the corner of the ribbon and tugged it off from the box, the bow falling out of its perfection to fall to the ground around the box. The paper was ruffled, crumpled and ripped, obviously Tucker's attempt at wrapping. He ripped the paper off of the top, and nervously grabbed the sides of the box top. He tugged it off and jumped back scared that maybe Tucker had put some sort of angry ghost in it or something. When nothing jumped out but the box violently shook, he stepped closer to it, peeking over the top.

Sam; wrapped in pink ribbon. And from the looks of it, that was it. Her arms from wrapped tightly to her sides, her wrists tied behind her back in a small pink bow. Her hair was yanked messily up into a ponytail, strands of it still hanging around her face and neck. The ribbon that was keeping her hair up and wrapped around her mouth to muffle her screams of protest and threats, were all one roll. Then, the intimate parts were wrapped with a wider type of ribbon, covering her chest … lower regions, a little down the thighs, and a giant bow tied on top of her head.

She was wrapped too professionally to be Tucker, but at the same time, maybe it was him, since Sam wouldn't have let anyone else get close enough to her with pink ribbon. Then again, she wouldn't let Tucker close enough either. Let alone, it looked like she wasn't wearing a thing under the ribbon, and he wanted to know how Tucker managed to do that…

"Tucker … how did you get Sam wrapped like that?" Danny asked, his voice quiet, sort of confused and in a daze. His eyes were locked with hers.

"Relax, she's wearing a swim suit underneath it. And how I managed to get her wrapped? Well, I had a little help with Val in that department. So, do you like you're present?"

He was met with silence, even Sam had stopped squirming to wait for Danny's answer.

"Next time, not pink."

"Nex' t'm'?!"