An hour later found the pair of teens sitting outside the courtroom, his parents and Jazz sitting across from them. Sam wasn't in a dress like either of the Fenton females, the Goth preferring a pair of black slacks to go with the pale green turtleneck. Danny was in a pair of black slacks with a red collared shirt, the halfa watching her from the corner of his eye as she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. He leaned over to pull her into his side, his own body tense with the anger that boiled just below the surface. He knew he had to keep it down, to suppress the urge to throttle the male in the other room. He could hear the muffled voices in the room behind him and was sure that Sam could tell that he was speaking, his answers to the prosecution unintelligible thru the wall. She was shaking slightly, but even she was trying to remain calm with the knowledge that she would have to face the one who had done everything he could in the last year to break her. Jazz got up, pushing the door open slightly so she could see what they were talking about. She flinched, her eyes growing wide and it was as if she had forgotten about the other people in the room as she took a step into the room, the door closing behind her.
Danny had been too engrossed with comforting the small Gothic female that he failed to notice his sister's face, though he did look up when his parents stood, both of them with concerned looks on their face. They opened the door now just as the prosecution said, "What is this place, Mr. Mason?" Silence as the male glanced at the map.
"That looks like a map of some islands," the blond stated, his tone one of boredom. Another click and three people in the household were stunned into silence at the image of the foreboding house, the windows barred up. Danny's brow rose at the sight of his reaction to whatever was being discussed in the other room. He stood, unaware that Sam was following him, but his parents stood in their way.
"Danny," his mother hissed while Jack tried to keep the small raven haired female from seeing what was on the other side of him, a click telling of the change on the slide.
"What about this place?" the older male asked the defendant. "Is it true that this house was created to house your child?" The halfa fazed thru his parents just as Sam grabbed onto him in confusion, her amethyst eyes widening at the question and the answer being presented before her. Danny didn't know what to do, his eyes taking in the picture of the house before him, the rooms being shown, unaware that Sam was looking at those images and the connotations of said place. "That this was to be the room that you made to keep her in when you weren't injecting her with your sperm?" It was too late, the image of the room with a bed, the chains hanging off the sides of the piece of furniture before another image was shown of an incomplete hospital area. She took a step further, her eyes locked on the pictures, forgetting that the male who had intended this for her was in the chair next to the pictures being shown.
"I do not know what you are speaking of," was the blond's response. He sounded disinterested with what he was being shown, but Sam's gaze was drawn to him as he spoke and she could see it in his eyes. He was thinking about what he had missed out on... The fact that he would not only have unlimited access to her, but she would never escape. Her hope would have died and he could have done what he had threatened, the reason she had stayed compliant even with her soul wilting. Another click showed the whole courtroom the paperwork that showed that he purchased it.
"We talked to the seller," the prosecution stated. "And he will be in that chair before the end of this so I suggest that you tell the truth." He smirked, his blue eyes like ice as he stared her down and while his words were spoken, she knew that he was sharing a message.
"I never bought a place to keep my minor female child," he said, a growl from the halfa next to her drawing her attention as she felt the chill coming from him. She knew that Jeremy was trying to bait, but she had thought he would do it to her, but he was directing his speech towards the halfa. She took a step back from the blond, choosing to ignore him and focus on the raven haired teen. "I didn't have this place built to keep her as a personal sex slave." She placed her hand in his, her fingers curling around his even as his whole body glowed blue. His parents took a step to stop him, several people in the gallery moving back as the chill seeped out of him, but all it took was Sam speaking to him, her voice so soft and shaky as she tried to control her own emotions.
"I will be right there at your side, holding your hand just like I promised you," she whispered, her lip curving slightly even as it trembled. "I trust that you would never let him hurt me again, so don't even give him the victory of your hate." He could see the fear in her eyes, everyone relaxing as the Goth pulled the halfa to a chair up front, her face pale even as she sat down. The raven haired ghost fighter pulled her into him after he had sat down. They were showing him that they were a united front and that they were strong enough to listen and not give him any satisfaction. His blue eyes flashed as Danny leaned against the Goth, his arm around her shoulder causing the older male to tense. Sam didn't notice how upset he was getting, at least not at first, but after Danny noticed he whispered to her.
"He doesn't seem to like me near you," the halfa stated with a soft smile. "Wanna watch him screw himself over?" She blinked at him, her amethyst eyes flickering towards the halfa for a moment before she noted that as the raven haired male's hand moved up her arm that the blond on the stand seemed to flush. She forced herself to remain calm, the male on the stand forgotten when goosebumps broke out on her own flesh, a flush of her own starting. She nodded when he stopped, the halfa taking her answer and moving to piss the older male off when it came time for him to answer.
"What about this?" the prosecutor inquired as he showed the home that same had escaped from, the raven haired female leaning towards Danny when the halfa leaned into her hair, her eyes drifting closed when his hot breath tickled her skin. Jeremy couldn't seem to concentrate, his blue eyes flashing at the fact that his once raven haired captive was actually enjoying the touches from the male next to her. "This house that you kept her in for a year." Another click showed the room that Sam had been kept in. Danny wasn't even paying attention anymore as he heard the soft moan from the female near him. Her body was shuddering as he ran his finger down her arm again, his lips brushing against her heated flesh.
It had started out as just fucking with the older male, his blue eyes filled with the flame of rage that seemed to grow with each touch of the halfa, but Danny wasn't looking at him, his senses taking in the Goth breathing harshly next to him. He felt like he could hear her heart... or maybe it was his that was beating so loudly, but it seemed to block out all other sounds except for the female he was touching. Her body twitched when he latched onto the skin between her neck and shoulder. Her taste had him licking his mark, the red circle fading slightly, though his mark stood out on her pale skin. "Mmmm... Da-anny." His whole body seemed to catch on fire at her words, her moaning of his name a plea that he wanted to fulfill.
"This room has be-" the prosecutor was cut off, the male he was questioning glowing a bright red at the fact that Sam was looking like he had wanted her when he had been taking her, punishing her with his own body as she screamed. The Goth was glowing as the male hiding behind her hair moved his fingers up her pale arm.
"Get your fucking hands off of her!" Jeremy suddenly shouted, the pair of teens pulling apart, a blush on both their faces as they looked down at their hands, though when the blond shouted out, "She belongs to me!" The halfa looked up, pulling Sam against his chest without thought. Sam didn't even realize what was happening, her body buzzing with a need that she couldn't place. It started in her stomach, a heat that had seemed to get hotter when Danny had been stroking her, his mouth making her yearn for something, but now she was just leaning into him as a growl of anger vibrated in his chest. "She will never be pure! She was defiled by me! I fucked her over and over!" Danny tightened his hold on her as if he could keep the words from entering her ears, but the raven haired teen had heard it. She tensed, hoping to block it out since she knew from the halfa's own words that he didn't see that defilement... that he knew of the darkness she had gone thru and didn't see anything but her light... Then again, he only knew a tip of that pain, of that darkness. Could he really want her knowing that she wasn't clean?
Danny could feel it coming off of her in waves and pulling back looked deep into her eyes, the teen before him trying to shutter her gaze, to lock him out of her pain, but he could already see it. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers and while there was a slight embarrassment hanging around them from the little session that had taken place just moments before, the Goth couldn't help but sigh into his mouth as he proved that he didn't see that darkness. She clung to him after he pulled back, the amethyst gaze glazed over. The raven haired halfa smiled down at her, his eyes filled with so many emotions. He had only intended to be her friend, the thought that it would take a long time before she was ready for anymore holding him back, but she didn't pull from him. She seemed to find her mind lost when they kissed and while he felt that same dazed feeling, the fact that she reacted in such a way made him think that she would accept a role in a romantic relationship. It could wait though as the pair watched the two officers by the judge helped to remove the blond male when he refused to stop talking, his voice high and angry.
"We will be taking a short recess while the defendant is dealt with," the older judge stated with a bang of his gravel.