Danny and Sam walked back to Danny house in silence. They had long since dropped hands, the need for comfort seeming to evaporate. Danny kept stealing glances at her, wondering where he went wrong. Why did he not notice? the first time, any time. He should of, he was her best friend, and that title didn't come lightly. Sam might not think he noticed, but he didn't notice when she pulled her hand through the sweatshirt so the blue fabric covered the bandage. He set his jaw, turning his gaze back to the side walk in front of him and Fenton Works just around the corner. After shoving his key in the lock and help Sam up stairs (much to her dismay) he guided them into his bathroom.

Sam had hoped he had forgotten about this part. All afternoon she'd dreaded doing this, but Tucker's whispers stood out in her mind. "I don't know what I'd do without you... let him take care of you. It's killing him, please Sam." Sam swallowed back a wall of emotions. Danny had pulled out a first aid kid and sat down on th tile floor, motioning for her to do the same. She sat down, running her fingertips across the top of the sweat shirt sleeve, not wanting to take it off yet.

"Sam... you have to take the sweatshirt off." He said in a calm voice. She nodded, but made no move to take it off just yet. He barely caught a glimpse of them before, when he sees the real damage... Sam doesn't know what hes going to do. Danny opened the first aid kit and got some wipes out and gave her one last look. Sighing, she shrugged the sweatshirt off, folding her arms.

Danny's breath hitched in his throat. Even with his arms folded, he could see some of the damage done on the other side of her arms. He gently reached out to touch her arm. She relaxed her arm, letting Danny twist it so the underside of it was hidden but her bicep where the test tube hit was visible. He could feel the ridges of some of the cuts on his fingertips and it made him feel sick. Taking the wipe he dabbed at the wound area. There were 3 big cuts where the glass had gotten her, they were deep but didn't need stitches. After cleaning those, he bandaged them and then placed his hands in his lap, waiting for Sam to react.

"Thank you." She said in a whispered tone.

"Anytime... really. Now, Can I clean... the other ones?" He asked. She nodded slowly, un-folding her arms. This was the first good look Danny had had of her arms. A wave of emotion crawled up him, threatening to send him into a crying fit. He didn't grab a bandage, a wipe, anything. He just took her arm and lightley ran his fingertips over the top of some old cuts. "What was this one for?" He asked, pointing to one of the ones that looked the oldest, near her elbow crease.

"What?" She asked, confusion written across her face.

"This... cut." The word tasted sour in his mouth, like it didn't belong there. "Why?"

"Don't make me do this."

"Sam."

She sighed, looking down at the white scar. "My parents, fighting. It was the first one."

Danny nodded, running his finger over it again. "You could of called me. I promise Sam, I always pick up when you call." He didn't realize that had slipped out, but at the moment he didn't care. This was about Sam, and helping her.

"I know... I'm sorry."

"Please stop apologizing." He ran his finger lightly over a few more. He didn't ask what they were until he came across a large pink and white scare. It left a raise in her skin where it was. "This one?"

Sam swallowed. "T-That was... where I tried to end it." She looked down in her lap, not wanting to see the look on Danny's face once he knew.

Somehow, Danny forgot how to breathe. "You, you did?" All he saw was her nod. "Sam.. Sam I almost, I almost lost you. Sam.. Sam." He kept repeating her name, not believing it. The repetition of her name somehow made him feel like as long as he kept saying it, kept remembering it, she wouldn't go away. But here was the proof, right in front of him, that she almost had. "What stopped you?"

"You called me. It was about 2 am. You called me... and you said that you had a nightmare, and just wanted to make sure Tucker and I were alright." She said, recalling the memory as if it was yesterday. Danny remembered that night, it was a horrible nightmare, ending in Sam and Tucker's death. He woke up screaming, not wanting to believe it. Looking back on it, Danny was so damn happy he had that dream, because if he didn't... where would his best friend be now?

Danny clenched his jaw, his eyes raking over her arms again. "How could I do this?"

"Do what?" Sam face echoed confusion/

"How could I let you do this... I could of stopped it, I could of kept you safe... and I, I failed. I failed at doing that.

Sam shook her head. "No, no you didn't. It's my fault for not telling you, all of this, is my fault.." She said, finally looking back up to meet Danny's blue eyed gaze.

"I love you Sam." He said, not wasting a moment to gather her in a hug. It was an awkward lean, but Sam quickly fixed it by moving to sit in his lap, so she could be as close to him as possible.

"I love you too." It was a whisper in his ear, but it rang out loud to him like church bells.

'I can't lose you Sam, I can't. You mean the world to me. Please Please. Tell me next time you feel like this... I don't know what I would do without you, I couldn't live without you." He held her tight, almost like if he let go this would all be over. Sam would crumble in front of him, leave him alone. She would be gone... "I won't lose you."

Please dont hurt me... Im sorry. I totally lost all inspiration and fell completely out of writing. But, Im back again! and should be updating a little more continuously. Im really really sorry...