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The Calling

"Danny! Danny!" He ignored the voice calling his name. He pushed rudely past people on the sidewalk, pounding a permanent way into the concrete and caring less and less about their gasps of surprise.

"Danny! Danny, wait up!" He wasn't going to wait. He had been patient for far too long, and now he was done with it.

"Danny, stop please." No. He wouldn't stop. Every molecule in his body hummed. His transformation was at the edge of his fingertips. He old had to reach out and grab it, except not even! All he had to do was graze the very edge of that power and he'd lose it. He was moving so swiftly he almost felt as if he were flying. And still his entire body shook.

"Danny! I know you're upset, but please!" No! No more! This was too easy, too good a feeling to stop. He felt alive, his soul not tethered. He could'v sworn he was floating an inch off the ground. Those in his path were shoved aside, and he didn't care! He walk was smooth and unfaltering, and his body groaned in pain and shouted joyfully at the same time. He didn't want it to end.

And then she caught his arm. His spell was broken.

The people behind him glared at him, grumbling about his manners. The brisk beat of his feet were ruined, no longer in time with his heart. He felt the need to move again, and yet he wasn't, and this time his body ached.

"Let go of me." He commanded through gritted teeth. Sam shook her head and it angered him. His whole body trembled.

"Danny, please listen to me. Don't be rash." He gave a mirthless chuckle. Listen? He didn't have time to listen! There was something important waiting for him, and he was going to finish it, and then he was going to rise to the skies. He was going to be free again.

"Danny! Stop blanking out on me!" He could do whatever he wanted.

"Let go." He said once more, yanking his arm out of her strong grip. She gasped, and reached for him one more time. He slipped out of her grip more smoothly, and found it rather amusing, another chuckled escaping his lips.

"I told you to let go." She glared at him. He smiled. He didn't care. He had something he needed to do. He turned to leave.

"Danny, wait!" That stupid voice! Why couldn't she stop talking, stop haunting him?! He growled and increased his pace, trying to find his beat but losing it. Now bumps into strangers led to bumps back. Elbows knocked him off track. He was no longer a part of the sidewalk, moving seamlessly within its boundaries.

And she still followed him.

He found the place he was looking for, the familiar sign glancing up at him loud and clear. It woke him up far too much for his liking. He could hear Sam catching up with him. Danny glanced at the alleyway near FentonWorks.

She was panting when she caught up with him. He was sure his heart was banging against his chest as well, but he could no longer hear it. The sound had faded in his ears, replaced with her voice. Nothing but her voice.

She glanced up from her resting position, hands on knees. He grabbed her arm and she quirked an amused smile.

"Ironic huh? Now who's grabbing who?" He didn't smile. He knew what he had to do was in that building, but he couldn't have her following him inside. He had to do this alone.

"Sam, leave." She straightened, glaring at him intensely. Instead of cold indifference, his pounding heart gave a pang.

"So you remember my name now. But only two syllable sentences I see. Why not try saying 'please'. I'm pretty sure that worked before." It wasn't funny. His heart was working double-time, and each icy word from her made him feel uncomfortable. He longed for that trance on the sidewalk, when it had been just him and the air that he had been a part of.

His grip on her tightened. She shook her arm, but she could not get loose. But she was unrelenting, her gaze never leaving his, eyes boring into his own. It unnerved him, which angered him. Why did she get such a rise out of him?!

"Please." He hissed. He released her and she let it fall to her side slowly, acting as if it was diseased. He fought to keep the emotions from showing on his face.

"Leave." She shook her head. She seemed to refuse to speak, now seeing that he wouldn't listen.

"Sam." She glowered, eyes flashing with a furiousity that both intrigued him and annoyed him. Her eyes looked wild and interesting, just like the skies and air he had felt so drawn to.

Was that it? He was drawn to her?

He grabbed her elbow again, and before she could protest, he had her against the alley wall. Then his lips were pressed against hers, and there were no protests.

He opened his eyes for a moment, forcing them to look and see her reaction. Lightning flashed from amethyst depths, but there was a struggle. She hid her confusion and fear expertly, him only getting a glance. Her eyes never left his, promising pain in the near future.

His eyes drifted close. Ahh, so this was it. The skies and wind ruffled his hair, calling to him, trying to remind him of a mission.

But he had already found something more alluring.