Summary: The thought sneaked up on him and refused to leave him alone.
Characters: Danny, Sam, Jazz, and Dash
Prompt: Sam

Day Nine

Danny glanced across the cafeteria, his blue eyes quickly finding the two freshmen sitting next each other at another table on the other side of the large room. It was strange seeing the two become fast friends when they were such opposites. Jazz was a bright, bubbly girl, bookish and smart. Sam was a dark Goth that liked to protest for her strong beliefs. Maybe the whole Goth thing, the interest in death, was what drew that two of them together after Sam learned about their family and how their parents were obsessed with ghosts.

But staring at the two women, Danny had a nagging thought wiggling through his mind that made him frown as he poked at the remainder of his lunch. Sam, and maybe he was being absolutely crazy about this line of thought, had the exact same shade of violet eyes as his mother. Even with her dark ebony hair, Sam seemed like she would fit in well with the Fenton family. Danny's eyes drifted toward his sister. With Jazz's shade of hair and eye colors, not to mention the chipper disposition and her disbelief in their parents' work on ghost research, she seemed a lot more like Sam's parents.

"Gee, Fentonio," Dash said as he ribbed the other junior with his elbow. "Crushing on the Goth now?"

"No," Danny snapped, shooting a glare at his teammate. He pushed his tray away as he leaned on one arm. "I was just thinking." He glanced at the other jock and frowned. Then he shook his head. "Never mind."

"Nope. You get to start like that and leave me hanging, Fentease." Dash threw an arm around Danny's shoulder and grinned. "If you've got a thing for the Goth, I won't laugh."

"I already told you that's not it." Danny shrugged off the arm. "I just can't stop thinking that Sam is way more a Fenton than my own sister. I mean," he sighed, "they were born in the same hospital at around the same time. Mix ups happen, right?" He frowned at Dash, who was scratching his head over what Danny said.

"So you're crushing on some chick that you think could be your sister? Ew, Fencest!" Dash pulled a face of disgust.

"I don't have a crush on her." Danny sighed in exasperation, sometimes worrying about the friends he made. "Forget I said anything." He stood, picking up his tray to dump the leftovers in the trash. He would remember next time not to try having a serious conversation with Dash. Raking a hand through his raven hair as he left the cafeteria, Danny still couldn't shake the thought from his head. Could Sam and Jazz have been switched at birth?