Hey everyone! So, I think I'll finish this story by the time I leave for my first ever trip abroad this Thursday! I hope you guys are liking this story so far and continue to like it. Sorry, there's no Tucker in it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
Sam Manson: I'm shocked as I return the kiss. I feel curious, but intrigued by your sudden forwardness.
Danny Fenton: The kiss last a little longer and then I pull away slowly. "I... I ah..." I look down, not sure what to say and despite being still holding your hand, I'm afraid of your reaction.
Sam Manson: "What was that for," I ask quietly, my wall keeping me from the world suddenly broken as I become more aware and my voice becomes quieter, shy, soft, gentle.
Danny Fenton: Still looking down, I whisper, "I...I don't know... I think... I needed..." I look up, in your eyes, "...and still need..." My thumb drawing small circles on the back of your hand.
Sam Manson: "Need what," I ask, intertwining our fingers. I look into your eyes, interest present in my own.
Danny Fenton: "You... saved me three times by helping Jazz... helped me. I owe you my life..." I caress your cheek. "I need you..."
Sam Manson: I shake my head. "I was just in the right place at the right time," I tell you.
Danny Fenton: "Then I guess I was too..." I smile, placing my fingers under your chin so you're facing me.
Sam Manson: I run my fingers through your hair gently and ask, "what will happen when you change your mind? When the world gets cured of this disease and you don't need me anymore." I look away from you, over at Jazz, "when no one needs me anymore."
Danny Fenton: I turn you to me again, gently. "You helped a lot of people. There are a lot of people who need you. Me and Jazz included. But there are people who need you because they need your ability to treat them. I need you because you were there to help me when I was lost, when Jazz was lost. I was rude and you helped me still. I yelled and still, you were there. I need you because... Just because..."
Sam Manson: I hug you softly, but silently.
Danny Fenton: I hug you back, silently, as well as the wind blows, tossing your hair gently, and the sound of the waves fills our ears. I smile while hugging you.
Sam Manson: Jazz wakes up and gets out of the canoe, she comes over to us. "Is this it," she asks, tugging on your shirt gently, "are we finally away from the disease?"
Danny Fenton: With one arm still around you, I caress her cheek. "Hey, little one... I don't know. But at least we're free from it as long as we stay here..." I tell her.
Sam Manson: "Should I tell her about the cure," I ask you, without her noticing.
Danny Fenton: "I don't know..." I say. I look down at her and smile. She smiles back. Her bright purple eyes shining with the morning sun.
Sam Manson: She hugs you, happy that you're okay.
Danny Fenton: I sigh with you two in my arms. "What now?" I ask quietly, resting my cheek on the top of your head.
Sam Manson: Jazz stretches up to you and whispers in your ear, "does us being here mean Sam is going to leave us?"
Danny Fenton: I glance up at you and whisper back to her, "Why don't you ask her yourself?" She shakes her head no. "Come on, don't be shy..." I place my hands on her shoulders and turn her to you. She fidgets with her fingers and looks down. "Sam... now that we're here... a-are you going to leave us?"
Sam Manson: "I don't plan to leave, but if you want me to," I say, trailing off a little bit.
Danny Fenton: She hugs you tightly. "I don't want you to leave." She giggles a little. "And I don't think Darik wants you to leave... I saw you two..." She giggles more while hugging you. I blush.
Sam Manson: I'm slightly taken aback as she hugs me, but I return the hug with slight hesitation. I blush brightly as she mentions you. I stroke through her hair gently, feeling calm, relaxed, like nothing could faze me right now.
Danny Fenton: "I love you, as if you were my sister..." She pauses and speaks, serious, "Even if you and Darik were kissy-kissing..."
Sam Manson: I visibly blush, but giggle lightly, trying to brush off the awkwardness of hearing her say that. "I love you too, Jazz," I say, feeling slightly shy, having not said 'I love you' to anyone in years.
Danny Fenton: "I know you do." She says, not letting go. I smile, not remembering the last time she was so happy. Or when I was so happy.
Sam Manson: The lack of food in my system finally catches up with me and I feel really faint.
Danny Fenton: I finally pull away and look at the canoe. "We should go look for people. Maybe we can get a place to stay..." I say, walking towards the bag with the clothes.
Sam Manson: I go back towards the coast and splash some water in my face to wake me up, then I go over to the bag and hand you your clothes and Jazz hers.
Danny Fenton: "Wait... What is this?" I say, looking at your own clothes and mine. "You need new clothes more than me..."
Sam Manson: "I'm fine," I say, "I'm used to the climate, I'll be fine."
Danny Fenton: "You were also "fine" when you were lonely without anyone to care for you..." I say as I shuffle with the bag to find clothes for you. "But... there's nothing here that suits you... or it's either too big or too short..." I complain. "I can give you mine..." Jazz says, giving you a small shirt that only suits her.
Sam Manson: "Thanks for the offer, kiddo," I say, gently ruffling my fingers in her hair. I turn back to you. "Darik, I don't need different clothing."
Danny Fenton: "Yes you do." I say as I take my tattered shirt off. "And at least you're going to wear one of these." I dress a new one and go back to the bag.
Sam Manson: I look away as you take off your shirt. "I don't need anything," I tell you, none of us are aware of the scrape on my back that became infected when I was climbing into the canoe.
Danny Fenton: "Alright then." I say, putting the bag on my back. "Let's see if we find someone then..." I take Jazz's hand and look at you. "We need to cross the forest... do you know this place?"
Sam Manson: "I heard that on this island, the safest way to travel is along the coast, it's all beaches and there are some small villages every once in a while."
Danny Fenton: I nod at your words. "Can you take us there?"
Sam Manson: I take the lead, walking in front of you, my shirt barely covering the scrape as I lead you and Jazz down the beach.
Danny Fenton: I smile "And you say you didn't need a new shirt..." I reach to wipe what I think it's dirty but my hand stops midair and my eyes widen. "S-Sam...You..." I can't even say the words.
Sam Manson: "What," I ask, "is it a bug?"
Danny Fenton: "It's... it's... a cut... you have a scrape... on your back." I grab Jazz and pull her behind me.
Sam Manson: I chuckle, "Darik, relax, it's a scrape, it doesn't mean that I'm automatically infected..."
Danny Fenton: "Relax?! How can I relax? You may be infected and you're telling me to relax?" I say. My tone a mix of worry and nervousness.
Sam Manson: I reach out to take your hand, but you retract it. I look up at you, surprised. I slowly start to back away, feeling alone, more than I felt when I was alone. I throw the two viles of the treatment and the needles to you before turning and running away.
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