Yeah. I no own Danny Phantom.
Tucker heard the doorbell ring, and realizing it was past 10 o'clock, rushed to answer it. It was probably Danny, needing his help. How would he get out of this one? His parents were in the kitchen, playing a board game. He smiled at them as he went to answer the door. Tucker had grown up in the last years of high school, and he was taller, leaner, and wore contact lenses. His girlfriend, a transfer student during the third year, Gia, suggested it. He answered the door slowly, giving Danny a sign that his parents were around.
"Tuck…er…" He heard a small, scared voice from the porch steps. He looked around slowly, and his eyes caught Sam. Her hair was dirty and bloody, and her lips were puffed out and bleeding. She was barely covered, and he could see the skin of her inner thighs covered with blood and liquid. He ran back to the door, calling to his parents.
"I'm going out…to help Danny with his…homework! Be back tomorrow!" He ran out, and met Sam.
"Sam, what happened? We've got to get you cleaned up." Sam nodded shamefully. Tucker went on. "Let's get Danny, he'll know what to do. Besides, his apartment is empty." Sam shook her head forcefully.
"I lost the blanket Danny gave me…" She murmured softly, shaking. Tucker gently took her arm.
"That alright, I don't think Danny is gonna care. Let's go now…" He led her down the walk and into the night.
Danny was trotting to the door. Wearing a pair of pajama sweatpants, he threw the door open. Sam and Tucker were there. Danny smiled at his closest friends, but it quickly faded. Before he could ask a question, Sam began to shake again, toppling herself down. Danny quickly reached forward to grab her waist. She shrieked, and wrenched herself away to the ground. Danny looked at Tucker. He pointed to some bare skin near her waist. It was bruised and bloody. Gently, Danny scooped her up behind her knees and shoulders, carrying her to his small couch. He watched as Sam looked up into his blue eyes, and then closed her own ones. She drifted in and out of consciousness.
"Tucker, what's going on? This isn't a joke…"
"She showed up at my house this way…" He replied, going the few short steps to Danny's kitchen to get a wet cloth.
"Your house? Why didn't she come here?" Tucker ignored his friend's seemingly rude remark. He knew how he felt about Sam.
"She was upset, because she said she lost the blanket you gave her." Tucker began making his way back to his friend's. He was surprised as Danny wrenched the small washcloth out of his hand.
"Tuck, go make up the extra bedroom, and bring me the small lab kit. Then we will draw a bath." Tucker sputtered.
"A bath…? But Danny…" Tucker had never seen a naked girl before…let alone Sam.
"We can see just about everything now anyway. A cold washcloth isn't going to help. She needs a warm bath." Tucker shakily nodded, and walked around the hallway into the other section of Danny's small apartment.
"Don't worry Sam, everything will be alright…I promise."
Tucker had returned quickly, after making the bed with numerous quilts, and grabbing the small Fenton lab kit from Danny's bedroom. Danny had used small pieces of gauze from the kit to gently swab the inside of her thighs, and then preserved the fluid in small plastic bags. Then, following Tucker to the bathroom, he carried Sam in his arms.
"Look, Danny, don't you think she'll be mad at us?" Danny shook his head.
"She's in and out of consciousness. If she didn't want to be clean, she would have said something." Danny smiled as they reached the bathroom. Danny's small tub/shower was filled to the brim, and Tucker had already set aside some towels.
Danny suddenly felt Sam stir in his arms. She tried to move, but Danny held her firm, rearraging her to look up into his face.
"Sam. We are going to get to clean, ok? Tucker drew a nice bath for you." Sam looked over at the tub. Her eyes were cloudy.
"Danny…don't look at me. I…" Danny put a finger to her puffy lips.
"Me and Tucker are going to take care of you. Don't worry about a thing." Sam looked up at Tucker, and he smiled at her.
"I lost the blanket." She said bluntly, her eyes filling with tears.
"That's ok, Sam. I'll find it, or I'll get you a new one, ok?" He gently pulled at her dirty scraps of clothes. "Now, let's get these off, so we can get you clean." She nodded, attempting to smile. Danny thought he would cry.
"Danny, why don't you get her changed, and I'll just sit over here?" Tucker said from the doorway. Danny rolled his eyes.
"No way, Tuck. You can talk to her while I get these clothes off. She needs a distraction." Danny gently hooked a single finger around a ripped piece of Sam's shirt. Using his other arm to move Sam's arm, he lifted the sleeve off carefully. He could hear Tucker quietly talking to Sam about his new computer game, The Hunted. He smiled carefully to himself, knowing that he and Tucker would be able to take care of Sam.