Challenge topic #55: Oops
Character(s): Danny Fenton, Sam Manson
Genre: Humor
Rating: T for some suggestive language

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

"Get up, Danny. Get up. Get up get up getupgetupgetup!"

He pulled the pillow over his head. "No. Sleeping."

"Uh huh, no sleeping. You," Sam emphasized, "are getting up now. You wanted me to help you get in better shape and that's what I'm going to do. We are going jogging. Right now." She had no mercy.

He cast a groggy eye towards his alarm clock. "It's 6:30 in the morning. On a Saturday. I should be sleeping. Come back later."

"Exercising in the morning is better because it's still cool out and it gives you energy through the rest of the day. Get into your workout clothes so we can get a move on. Jogging!" She sang the last word.

"Death march!" He sang back, mocking her. He gave up, ripping loose with a huge yawn as he sat up in bed. "I suppose it won't make a difference if I told you I was up all night ghost fighting?"

"Nope. I'll give you five minutes to get ready while I ask your mom to have a nice healthy breakfast ready for you when we get back. If you take longer than that, I will play you Tucker's greatest a cappella hits until your ears bleed."

"I'm up! I'm up!"

"Good. I'll meet you out front. We'll warm up and then run to the park. That's just about one and a half miles. I'll decide then how much more you're good for."

He grumbled, but complied. Outside they ran through a simple warm up routine before heading out. Sam kept up a conversation with him the whole time, knowing that if he couldn't talk then he was pushing himself too hard. He was keeping up with her conversation okay, but his pace was seriously lagging. She smirked evilly as she decided to play dirty. Turning to run backwards, she taunted him, "C'mon slowpoke. The snails are lapping us." He frowned at her. Doing this never failed to rile him up. He ran better when she teased. "You've been slacking, so now you get to sprint the last two blocks. Come and catch me!"

Danny rushed to match her pace. He knew if he actually managed to catch her, she'd take it easy on him the rest of the morning. But each time he was about to grab her, she jumped ahead, dodging his grasp. They were almost to the park when he exploded. "Argh! You suck!"

She glanced back at him from where she ran, just out of reach. "That is a vile rumor. I deny it emphatically."

It took him a moment to process what she was implying, but when it sank in... the words froze his brain. Wearing a look of inexpressible shock, he stopped pumping his legs. Unfortunately, the rest of his body was still moving at full speed. He crashed face first into the sidewalk so hard that he actually skidded a few inches.

"Danny! Are you okay?" She turned back to drop down beside him. Danny groaned and rolled onto his back. He was bleeding sluggishly from scrapes on his chin and palms.

"That was mean, Sam."

She laughed at him. "Oops."

She helped him to his feet. "I'm sorry, Danny. To make it up to you we can head back to your house at a jog/ walk to cool down. Then we'll call it a day so I can patch you up."

He snorted, "I'm going back to bed."

Sam smiled sweetly. "You go ahead and do that, Danny. I want you nice and rested when we try this again tomorrow morning."

He just couldn't win. With Sam as his 'fitness buddy', he'd either get in shape or die trying.