Title: 25. France
Rating: K+
Characters: Danny Fenton/Phantom, Sam Manson
Minor Characters: Fangirls XD
Pairing: DxS
Genre: Love/Humor

Danny looked over at the purple eyed girl sitting next to him, he had promised this so long ago, about 5 years ago, back when they were 16, but the constant threat of ghosts and such had kept him from taking her. He sighed and closed his eyes, he had finally managed to get enough money for the plane tickets, sadly protecting the world from ghosts didn't exactly pay, it had taken 5 years, 5 long years, but finally there they were, sitting on top of a hotel roof staring out over Paris, France, the Eiffel Tower shined brightly against the night sky, the full moon behind it adding to the beauty.

He inhaled a shaky breath and played with the ring in his pocket, it was cliché, they were in the city of love after all and here he was Phantom the ghost hunting superhero freezing up over a simple thing like a girl. He exhaled through his nose and silently looked over at Sam.

She was in a dark midnight blue dress, that matched her dark hair and bright eyes wonderfully, the infamous Wes ring her had given her 7 years ago was still on her finger, as far as he knew it always way, he had only seen her remove it once when the skin underneath had begun to die because of it. That had to mean something, right?

Finally he spoke in a whisper, "Sam?" He said slowly she looked up at him, purple eyes shining in the dim light of the moon and Eiffel Tower, he instantly froze up his hands started to shake and become numb and involuntarily went ghost do the nervousness, then proceded to sink into the hotel. Screams were heard from the room before, not from fright, but he had just accidently entered a girls slumber party and suddenly girls were on him like glitter on glue. He gasped and went intangible floating back through the ceiling.

He was meant with a laughing Sam, normally he would have been bothered, but her eyes were smiling at him and he felt himself relaxed, until she said, "Okay, what's up, you only do that when you're nervous." Her face suddenly hardened, "Daniel James Fenton you better not break up with me, or I swear…." She left the threat hanging and Danny gulped and waved his hands wildly.

"No, no its nothing like that Sam!" His cheeks flared a familiar pink and he was grateful Tucker wasn't there to see him. He went to get the ring from his pocket and then suddenly froze, it wasn't there. It wasn't there!

Crap, crap, crap! He thought over and over as he searched his pockets for the item. Oh man so not good, that was my grandma's ring! Mom is gonna kill me!

"Danny?" Sam asked in confusion. "Is something wrong?" She looked at his pale face, and frantic green eyes.

"No, no nothing at all," Danny said frantically, suddenly his eyes wandered to the floor/roof below him and he silently groaned, why him. "Could you just um excuse me a moment." He told her, cheeks flaring as he sunk through the floor. When he emerged again, his suit was torn and his hair was messier then usually, and his face was deathly pale as he muttered, "They took off my socks without taking off my shoes…how do you even do that?"

That was it Sam burst into laughter and Danny's face reddened, this was supposed to be a perfect night, it had been so simple in his head, go to France, go to dinner, go sit on rooftop, propose, but no somehow crazy fangirls and stolen socks had squirmed their way into his otherwise perfect plan.

Finally he decided now was as good as ever and he slowly got down on one knee, falling slightly as his knee went intangible out of nervousness and he lost his nose to invisibility, before clearing his throat and asking, "Samantha Manson, I know this is kind of cliché." He looked around and added, "okay very cliché, and I know it didn't go perfectly, but Samantha will you marry me."

Sam looked at him and smiled, and kissing him slightly on the check and muttered in his ear, "Danny you are anything, but cliché, and this night couldn't be more perfect."

Danny's heart leapt, "So, is that a yes?" He asked slowly.

Sam smiled and replied, "On one condition."

Danny looked at her confused, "What?"

Her eyes got that familiar glint in them as she said, "Never call me Samantha again."

He laughed as he promised and then gently slipped the ring onto her finger, maybe the night hadn't gone the way he had planned it, but it had been perfect, stolen socks and all.

A quarter of the way done people! Anyways what did you think, I thought this was perfect for Sam and Danny, but poor Danny he was just so nervous his powers kicked in automatically ^^,

But it all worked out in the end, just don't call Sam, Samantha

REVIEW REPLIES

Genie: I agree!

Turkey: FLUFFY! *giggles*

Daniella Violet Moon: Ahh D: Also I'm glad you think my stories are epic, personally they started out kind of sucky….lots of errors…^^,

Now please review! EVEN A SMILEY WILL DO!

Pairings Used

Danny/Sam: 4.0

Mother/Son Bonding: 1.0

Valerie/Danny: .5

Sister/Brother Bonding: 1.0

Maddie/Phantom Bonding: .5

Jack/Phantom Bonding: 1.0