A/N: Hello everyone!

I'm back and finally I have some room to clear some things up.

First of all, Easter just passed, so Happy Late Easter! I hope it was pleasant and I hope that you got to enjoy some nice family time! I sure did.

Second of all, I have decided to start writing more stories something other than DP. I do it because I'm good at it, yes, but I also have other fandoms. I'm thinking of creating The Walking Dead fanfics (one for the AMC series AND the game as well), one for Kim Possible, and also for Kuroshitsuji, BEYOND: Two Souls, The Last of Us, and more.

I think you guys will like it!

I'm at school surrounded by gossip. -.-

And I'm sorry I've been on hiatus! I know for a fact I'll do it again, so I'll save the excuses. But I hope most of you are still along with me in the story! This chapter will be make up for my absence.

Also, thank you to the few reviewers who dropped by this story to leave a comment. That means a lot.

Here we go!

Chapter 11: The First

Sam had been crying for an hour straight and hasn't even been able to form two words. Every time she tried to speak, her breath hitched in her throat and she began gasping before moaning another strangled sob. It had almost been as if they weren't just fighting hours ago. Almost.

But whatever happened to Sam was serious. She told Danny herself - she wasn't one to cry. Even when her mother passed away and she was surrounded by many mourning souls, family and friends alike, she didn't shed a tear. Maybe it was because it just didn't hit her then; maybe it was because she didn't think much of her mother then, he didn't know. Sam never established it, and Danny didn't expect her to.

But this... this was different.

Something had happened that may just as well be a turning point in her life, and judging by Sam's emotionally crippled form, it wasn't a good road to turn onto.

Danny rubbed her back and hushed her quietly, going in small little circles. She sniffed perpetually until she swallowed harshly and looked up, her bloodshot eyes glimmering in the moonlight. Had it not been for her tears, Danny would've thought them beautiful. But right now all he could see was pain, not beauty or divine perfection, like what he normally saw, but just pain. Suffering. Hurt.

"Now," he started, crowing his neck as her face aimed downward toward her thighs, refusing to look up any further, "tell me what happened."

Sam brought her hands up to hug herself, her palms enclosed around her biceps.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Do you not want to talk about it?"

She shook her head, sniffing again and she took a deep breath through her mouth. With a hoarse voice, she whispered, "No. I'm ready."

"Alright. Now what happened? Take your time, alright?"

She took another breath as she cleared her mouth of all the built up mucus from her nasal passage and reluctantly swallowed it before speaking.

"After I came home... my father knocked on my door. He told me he was only here to make sure I was alright after everything that happened between me, him and Teresa, but I thought he was just here to yell at me. I let him come in and he sat beside me. He..." a deep sigh emerged from her lips, "he apologized to me... for marrying her and trying so hard to forget about the past... because he knew that as a result of that he paid less attention to me. He failed to take notice to the fact that I was also his past. So if he tried to forget my mother... he'd lose me, as well.

"And then he brought me good news..." she picked her head up, her eyes growing dark as she gazed into his, "but he gave me bad news, too."

Danny turned more toward her, leaning in and taking her hands into his. She gripped them firmly and laced her fingers with his. Sam could feel her heart pounding in her chest - so hard that she felt it would fall into her stomach at any second. She didn't want to tell him, for she knew that if she did, he'd fight to keep her here. There was nothing wrong with a boy showing his girl that he loves her, but Sam couldn't go through with something that wasn't under her jurisdiction. No matter how much she'd plan to cry and beg to the judge, to Teresa, or to her own blood, their fate would be inevitable unless Sam could figure out a loophole, and there's no guarantee it would even work.

But Danny deserved to know. If he wakes up one day and finds his girlfriend doesn't answer the door, doesn't come to the window and her bedroom is as empty as a desert...

He deserved to know.

He deserved to know why.

Knowing this, Sam pushed herself to continue.

"The good news is that my dad is divorcing Teresa. We no longer have to live with her... to deal with her... we'll be free. Free to do whatever we want."

Danny gave a wide grin big enough to stretch from ear to ear.

"Sam, that's perfect! That's amazing!"

At his tone of voice, her heart began to squeeze.

"The ba..." she grew teary-eyed once more. She decided to temporarily beat around the bush to gather her wits. She unlaced her fingers and rose from her bed, glancing over at a picture in a frame sitting upon her dresser before going to it and picking it up. In the onset of this, Danny began to stand as well, only to be stopped by Sam, who had immediately sensed it.

"I'd sit back down, if I were you. It'd probably be best."

And Danny did what he was told.

"This morning, Teresa had stopped by the courthouse and spoke to the judge. She would've brought the prenuptial agreement with her, had she not burned it, so they pulled it up on her marriage record."

She wiped off the gathered dust-bunnies that rested upon the glass of the frame, and she studied the picture within it, a red-haired woman on the left, a blond-haired man on the right, and in both of their hands sat a young toddler with raven hair and amethyst eyes.

"She pled a forged signature - said that my father had someone else sign the agreement on her behalf."

The woman was smiling; the man was grinning; the toddler was laughing. Sam was shivering; Danny was waiting. Her heart began to sink; his mind began to race.

"She got away with it. She's suing my father for everything that he has. Her judge is one of her greatest friends... my dad doesn't stand a chance. And if she wins..."

She set the frame down and turned around. "We have to leave, Danny... for good."

At this, Danny's facial expression drastically changed, going from a flash of concern to pure anger. He started to breathe angrily. His blood began to boil. Sam could swear she saw steam rising from the top of his head.

Sam - moving because of her step-mother? No. There's no way her father would let that happen. No. Way. He was just going to walk away, without putting up a fight?! What kind of man wouldn't fight for something he wants or something that he loves? If there was any way for him to stop this from happening, he needed to do it, and he need to do it fast. He absentmindedly touched the tattoo on his arm and new for a fact that the flowers were at the top of the tree, the heads still closed, not yet in bloom. He couldn't let her move away. He couldn't.

He tried to find the right words to say, but he couldn't. This news had just as much of a grip on him as it did on her. Sam was moving away, and there wasn't a thing that he could do about it.

Nothing.

"What?" was all he managed to get out.

"I'm really sorry, Danny," she shook her head, tears rushing down her face. "I don't think I'll be able to stop her… the entire court is most likely going to be in her favor… and my dad is giving up before he even tries because he knows that it's just not worth it."

She stepped forward and took his hands into his.

"I want to say that I'm lying - I really wish I was… but I'm not. I'm so sorry."

Danny's eyes averted to his arm, glancing at his tree, shocked to see that the flowers were already coming to a head. He turned his eyes back to Sam, who was so distraught that she could no longer speak. He couldn't let her words sink in, no matter how long he sat and thought about it. He had worked so hard towards finding the girl that was right for him, and now that he has, she's being ripped apart from him. No… he wouldn't let that happen. Their bond was too strong for one woman to come between them and break them apart. If he was going to do anything to stop this, he had to cut-out Teresa's plan.

They had to think of what to do.

"I won't let this happen, alright?" he spoke to her, pulling her in to where her head was lying against his chest. She tried to focus on the beating of his heart, hoping that it was enough to calm her down. She sniffed a little bit, but the tears still fell ever so silently.

"There's no hope," she whispered, tightening her arms around his back.

"No, there is."

"But…"

"They legally cannot do this. They have to take your word into favor as well."

"They don't have to do anything that involves a kid."

"You're not just a kid. You're 15-years-old. They can't just treat you like you don't have a say."

"Danny… I need to tell you something."

This made Danny look down towards her, and she lifted her head up. His eyes burned into hers and he brought his hand up to caress her cheek; she swallowed before she continued.

"It's pretty clear that this thing… may not work out the way we want it to, no matter how hard we fight. I'll be gone for good, Danny, and I don't know if it will be just out of state or out of the country. Either way, distance will be a problem, a big one… and I want to be committed to you forever."

Sam stood on her tip-toes and began kissing his jaw line, which made him exhale sharply. She took his reaction as a positive remark, and her cue to move down to the sensitive flesh of his skin, right next to his esophagus. Her hands moved from his back down towards his butt. Upon feeling this, Danny grit his teeth as he felt a rush of adrenaline run through his body. He had never felt so relaxed and happy and anxious and nervous and shocked all in one go. The biggest turn on was the fact that Sam was the one showing dominance. And though Sam was a virgin and had not the slightest idea of what she was doing, she could tell that she was doing right based on the stiff feeling that she was beginning to sense against her thigh.

He likes it. Matter of fact, he loves it.

I just have to push him a little bit more…

Danny had had enough. It was frustrating letting her do all of the work.

It's time that he stepped in and took care of business himself.

He placed both of his hands on either side of her cheeks and moved her face away from his neck, placing his lips against hers in return. He realized that he was kissing her the same way he had always kissed her. However, under the circumstances, he knew that this had to change. He knew that this may be one of the last affectionate moments that they may ever have together.

She jumped up so that her legs hooked around his waist, and he turned towards her bed, laying her down on her back. As their kissing prolonged, she reached down towards his sweatpants and began to untie the strings. He stopped abruptly, reaching down at her hands and gripping them sternly. He moved them slightly away, looking at her in near shock. He loved Sam with all of his heart - loved her more than anything in the world. He would never purposely do anything to hurt her. He would never do anything to jeopardize her plans of becoming successful in the future. And he knew that deep down, she felt the exact same way. But maybe that wasn't an entirely good thing, for it was causing her to do irrational things, like what was going on right now.

He couldn't let her risk anything.

"Sam, wait," he peeked up at her, then shook his head.

"I know what you're going to ask me. You're going to ask me if I'm ready for something so big. You're going to tell me that once my innocence is gone… it's gone, and I can't get it back."

Danny blinked, waiting for her to continue.

"You're going to tell me that things may be different, and that I shouldn't feel the need to rush things."

He nodded, his jaw firm.

"Danny… I want you. I want all of you. You're the only one I'll ever date. And…I do trust you. I should've known better when you told me Paulina was lying. She wanted revenge, probably because of the stunt you pulled with Dash earlier. You were right - you would've hid everything from me, but you were so confident, you didn't even lock your phone! I have reasons to trust you and for you to trust me. But most of all… I want to remember you… who you are… what you've done for me. I want you to be the first one to take this from me."

Despite Sam's words, Danny was still hesitant, and he didn't release her hands.

So Sam took upon a new approach - instead of reasoning, she begged.

"Please, Danny. I need all of you. Take me," she turned her hands so that her fingers closed around his wrists and guided them to rest over her breasts. "Take me."

"But… I don't have any protection. I never thought this day would come so quickly. What if…?"

She held a finger to his lips and shushed him. "If I get pregnant… I'll always have a part of you with me. Don't you see, Danny? I don't care."

He nodded and began kissing her again, shivering slightly as he felt his blood pressure rise with pleasure. He was enjoying every second of being so close to her; he could only hope that she felt the same. Sam could care less what anyone would think of her. If her grandmother and her mother were here now, of course they'd be disappointed in her, but they'd give her the burden of empathy. God only knows Sam deserved it. And they couldn't say for one second that they wouldn't understand; Danny was the first, and probably last, person Sam has/may ever love. She could feel her heart swell every time she heard his name, and if that wasn't what love was, then what was?

If distance was the only thing to ruin them, so be it.

Sam had put up a good fight, and she won.

Now it was high time she was eligible to take home her prize.

She began to shake and moan as he began nibbling and sucking at the thin skin of her collarbone, and he was worried that he was hurting her, so he pulled away and searched her eyes for the signal to stop doing what he was doing. Sam nodded, communicating to him that she was fine and what he was doing was okay. And then he continued his task. The same moaning and gasping that he had heard before, and it was the sexiest, most beautiful thing he's ever heard. It made him want to keep going. Added to that, it made him want to escalate.

As the seconds ticked by, Sam grew more and more impatient, and she began fondling at his strings once more. This time, she managed to get his sweatpants off without any objection from him. They took turns removing layers of garments from each other's bodies, first starting with Sam's shirt, then Danny's, then her cute purple pajama pants decorated with black bats, and so on. When they were completely naked, they took little time fully exploring each other's bodies. They figured they had little time to reach for the goal they wanted to, so they had to act fast.

"Remember," she whispered softly to him as she held him steadily. "I want this."

"It's going to hurt," he replied to her. "Is there anything you want me to do?"

She was biting her lips softly as she pondered at her thoughts, wondering what she could've requested out of the present situation. He was right: it was going to hurt, but pain is something that is inevitable. It can't just be ignored or reasoned with, it has to be dealt with.

"It's a bit more different than sex ed, huh?"

They chuckled a little, and once their laughter died down, Sam leaned up a little bit to where her mouth was lined up next to her ear, and with a heavy heart, she whispered:

"All I ask is that you be gentle with me."

A/N: A little smutty, but not as bad as some of my other stories, that's for sure.

So anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, even though it's a bit inappropriate. I tried to keep it as PG-13 as possible, but… whatever. Not too graphic, right?

Oh, and Earth Day is coming up, so Question of the Chapter!

"What are you doing this year to help the environment?"

I think I'll go plant a tree. : )

PleaseR&R,

Vivalandra