I dunno, I was driving with my grandma and I suddenly was hit with this idea when I saw the moon hit an adorable couple sitting on a hill, staring up at the moon. ^.^ You don't see people do that much anymore, and I just thought that was absolutely adorable. And because it's sort of a dramatic one-shot, i'll be posting another one. More like I'm far ahead of myself. This is number eleven, and I think I'm beginning to write my 22nd one.

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11. Stargazing

PG - Sam/sorta Dannyish - Comfort

She had disappeared about an hour ago, saying she just had to get out think, to have some space. He understood completely why she would need that. But now he was just concerned. She would never trust him enough with the kids this long, so something was obviously wrong. He left the twins Jazz, saying he'd be back when he found her and went off, declining the help his children were offering him.

He checked all her usual places where she liked to hang out; at the park, Lookout Hill, her coffee shop, Skulk 'N' Lurk, and the park bench they had found as kids that was hidden underneath one of the town bridges. She wasn't at any of them. He was now officially panicking. He had roamed every street in town, ran through every trail and path, and pretty much hollered at the top of his lungs her name. Still nothing.

Now he was driving around outside town, following the road that led to the country side that lined the town. It was quiet, crickets chirping could be heard singing through his open window. There was no light other than his car lights and the moon. Even though it looked like he was completely calm, he was a torrent of emotions on the inside. But the clearest emotions were fear and anger. Angry because he couldn't find her anywhere and she hadn't thought to tell him where she was going to disappear too. And fear because of the obvious reason, he didn't know where she was, and he hated not knowing.

He swore he hadn't blinked for the last twenty minutes, but apparently it had been worth it. If he hadn't been watching so intently, he might have missed the small figure curled up on top of a grassy hill. She either didn't see the car beams or chose to ignore them, keeping her eyes on the sky above her. He parked the car and walked slowly up the hill, coming at her from an angle so he wouldn't start her if she hadn't heard him.

She of course had heard him coming. That car of his could be heard clear across the country when he was forced into motion, but her mind had barely processed that she had company. She had her knees tucked to her chest, her arms wrapped around the top and her face partially hidden behind them, only the top of her head visible as she looked up. Her grandmother and her had come out there to go stargazing when she was younger. She always loved looking at the stars, but being with her grandma had made it all the more wonderful.

She never really felt like she fit in with the Manson family. Ever since she was little, she found that the Fentons were more of a family than her real parents ever really had been. If it wasn't for her grandma, she would have been completely sure that she had been adopted, or left on the front door in a bread basket or something. Her grandma was the only one that really let her be herself and actually liked it in her family. And now, that was gone. Her grandmother had lived longer than anyone she ever heard of, and had passed this morning while she was sleeping.

Sam had stayed strong the entire day, but the moment she saw the stars, she couldn't handle it anymore. She had yet to shed a tear, but inside, she was bawling so hard that she felt as if she would shrivel up from the lack of liquid in her body.

She didn't jump when Danny sat behind her, his legs going out on either side of her and gently eased her into a backwards hug. He didn't say anything. He just held her, his head resting on her shoulder, her head resting against his, her eyes never leaving the sky. A shooting star shot through the sky.

"I wish you could be with me forever, gramma."

"I wish that too, bubeleh."

Sam turned in Danny's arms, finally facing away from the sky to hide her face in his shirt. When she cried, it was silent. But he could feel her shaking as she tried to keep it under control. He held her tightly, no space between them. He kissed the top of her head, her forehead, temples, and cheeks, anywhere he could get. He hated when she cried, mostly because she rarely did it, and it meant she was in serious pain—or in other cases, extremely happy.

Even when Sam calmed down and pulled away from Danny slightly to lean her head against his shoulder, looking back up at the sky, tears still trailed down her cheeks.

"We should bring the kids out here sometime. I'd love to take them stargazing."