Reunion
Five years after his disappearance, Danny decides that it's now the perfect time to re-enter Sam's life. Which totally justifies him 'stalking' her, right?

Word Count: 1037 words
Pairings: DannyxSam, mostly Danny's side, though
Genre: drama/romance?
Rating: T just because.
Note: Um, I like this type of Danny. He makes me giggle. Oh, somewhat, AU, I guess?
One last thing: I wanted this to be a special chapter since I made it up to 10 oneshots/drabbles. Alas, the original document I had, titled 'Appreciation' was lost to cyberspace, so you get the next best thing: DxS.
Thanks you though, to those who have left me reivews! Especially VampireFrootLoopsRule and Codiak. If it wasn't for you guys, this would have stopped at three shots.

There's too much noise and bodies and chatter and not enough room, but he stomps down violently on the annoyance rising up in him. In the din of the club, he knows his eyes are constantly flickering from baby blue to ecto-green, but with the amount of oddly dressed people who are either high, drunk, a combination of the two, or otherwise occupied, the evidence of his slip of control shouldn't be too noticeable. For those who do see the flicker, they merely comment on how 'cool' his contacts are, to which he chuckles and thanks them before continue to slither in and out of the crowd, his eyes constantly scanning. He and Tucker were separated the moment they stepped inside but he can't muster the energy to find him at the moment.

A bass starts to pound and pulse the walls of the nightclub and he finds himself bobbing his head in time to the beat, still looking around. It's difficult to find her in the throng of people, especially since they all seem to share her eclectic taste as an individual. As he weaves in an out of the bodies, he feels and hears the appreciative looks that are sent his way by both sexes and, though they aren't her, a smirk still finds its way on Danny's face. Years of ghost fighting have given him a lean physique and in the little light of the club, he's highlighted as a darker looking sort of person- the bad boy type that so many of these young women are after.

But they aren't her. They aren't Sam Manson.

At once, his senses pick up and the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Part of Danny almost expects to see his ghost sense go off, but he knows this feeling: she's nearby. Finally. With the eyes of a trained hunter, he whirls on his feet, eyes landing on the young woman at the bar and he feels his breath catch. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and in his case, it's the absolute truth- he's pretty positive that his absence has caused her to want to hit him for this sudden return.

He wonders if she's into that type of stuff.

Sam isn't alone at the bar- there's another young woman there and Danny realizes moments later that it's Valerie, who isn't as dressed up as the others, but looks like she's enjoying herself nonetheless. The two are chatting about something that makes Sam laugh and even through the pounding bass, Danny swears he can hear her and his heart clenches. Disappearing on her all those years ago was definitely the hardest part of his 'job'.

Anger flares suddenly in his stomach as a man that Danny vaguely recognizes slides up to his girl and wraps an arm around her waist, placing a quick kiss to her temple. In the low light of the club, Danny barely makes out the blush on Sam's face. Valerie says something to the two and waves before leaving the two alone at the bar, unknowingly heading Danny's way. It's too good an opportunity to pass up and Danny grabs Valerie by the wrist as she passes, instinct telling him to duck as Valerie takes a swing at him.

"Your reactions haven't slowed, have they?" Danny teases, eyes still fixed on Sam and someone who might possibly be her boyfriend. The word sound repulsive, especially since the title isn't his. "Who's the guy at the bar with Sam?"

He doesn't see Valerie's full reaction to knowing that Danny Fenton is the one who's stopped her, but he does hear her stutter and flail for words. "Why should I tell you?" She yells over the noise. Protectiveness for the Goth girl is rolling off of Valerie and Danny wonders what Tucker didn't tell him about the two during his five year absence.

It doesn't matter much to him right now and Danny rounds on Valerie, his eyes glowing bright ecto-green under a curtain of raven hair. "Because you know it's good for you, good for him, good for her and good for me." There's an undercurrent of a threat in his voice, proving to Valerie that something's changed Danny in the last five years. She's not too sure if she wants to know.

"Her boyfriend, Danny. Someone who decided that she was worth staying for." Valerie shakes him off and shakes her head when he stalks off towards them. "She's going to kill you." The ex-Huntress predicts, but stays where she is: this is too good a show to miss.

Sam's laughing and talking easily to her boyfriend, her back turned to Danny, who takes the seat that Valerie has just occupied. The man's eyes flicker to Danny for a moment and Danny stares back challengingly, his eyes flickering from blue to green and back as he smirks at the man who thinks that Sam is his. Neither of the two know what's about to hit them. The bartender asks Danny what he wants and the halfa yells back for the strongest drink in the house (his ghost side burns alcohol easily).

Every part of him watches Sam's reaction carefully. She freezes up, the muscles on her back tensing and he sees her fingers clench and unclench the glass of her half empty drink. Her boyfriend places a comforting hand on her shoulder and Danny growls. The man ignores her and keeps his attention on the Goth, who shakes her head and relaxes slightly, moving the man's hand from her shoulder. Danny counts up to three before Sam's paranoia and curiosity get the best of her and she turns her head slightly, lilac finally meeting blue for the first time in years and she gasps. He's amazed at how rapidly she pales and it's almost like she's seen a ghost (he laughs at the pun). It isn't how he planned their reunion, but it was a start.

"Hello Sam."

And in the distance, the club fades away as five years of emotions comes rushing back into a young woman who believes she was abandoned. Strap yourself in, Mr. Fenton, it's going to be one hell of a ride.

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