Title: If He Knew
Rating: R
Warnings: m/m smut, angst and language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom sigh how many times do I have to say this?
Note: I just woke up a couple days after typing out the first chapter and decided there has to be more to this. I really wanted to leave it as a stand alone, and seriously I could but then Sam wouldn't get her chance to give Dash...
Chapter two - A swift kick in the pants.
Sam hadn't seen Danny after he had run out of the classroom but it didn't bother her. She knew that he had a responsibility to take care of wayward ghosts. She shrugged and headed for the library, pulling Tucker after her. When she was half way down the hallway she heard Dash and his group of cronies exiting the class as well and groaned, looking for a place to go to. It would be just her luck that the two of them were the only people around to be picked on.
Her fears of being taunted however, were unfounded. The jocks just stood there outside the class, trash talking the newest assignment. They stood in their circle of 'moral superiority' and laughed at the lesser folks that dared to question them. A few of them declaired that they weren't going to do it at all, while another laughed and said it was the perfect opportunity to point out all the 'queers and fags'.
"Yeah but Lancer ain't gonna read the essays aloud so why bother." Dash snorted, rolling his eyes.
Give the blonde a cookie for clueing in for once.
The flunkies seemed upset at the reminder and Sam stopped listening to them. They never had anything productive to say anyways, so why bother? The gothic girl wandered down the halls with her backpack slung over one shoulder. As soon as she had noticed the word written on the board she knew what she was going to write for her essay. A parody depicting gays as the majority and all the straight people in the world being picked on and forced to hide what they were. The thought made her smile and she wondered if she could get some online buddies to tell her some of their own stories and get permission to use them as references.
Tucker saw the smile on Sam's face and winced slightly, hoping she wasn't going to do something weird again. He truthfully wasn't sure what to write yet, he hadn't had any experience dealing with gay people and he didn't know what he'd do if he met one. It was a fairly small city and he was a bit surprised that there was no one like that in Casper High. Surely in a high school of this size all the people who were different would stick out in their own ways, clique together and make it easier to find them right?
"Hey Sam? What should I write about?" Tucker asked, his hands in his pants pockets.
"How should I know?" Sam said scornfully, "Use your imagination, write whatever you want."
"But..." Tucker stopped walking and put his hand on Sam's shoulder, "I don't know anything about gays. I've never met anyone that was... like -that-."
The girl sighed and turned her face to the ceiling as if asking for strength from a higher power. "Tuck, how do you know you haven't met someone that's gay?"
The young man stopped and scratched his head, trying to think of all the 'strange' people that he'd met in his life. Sam was strange but she wasn't like that, and Danny was strange because of the whole ghost thing, but he couldn't be gay either. He was Tucker's best friend! He'd been told about Vlad being a strange guy too but he was obsessed with Danny's mom.
Sam watched as Tucker mulled this over and tapped her foot against the floor, her combat boot make a dull thud as she did so. Finally when a full minute had passed she put both her hands on Tucker's shoulders and gave him a small shake, her violet eyes angry.
"Tucker, don't be dumb. Gay people are all around, and normally ya can't tell just to look at them!" Sam put her hands on her hips and then stormed into the library, making sure to keep the door from slaming behind her.
"What are you talking about?" Tucker wrinkled his nose slightly, "You should be able to tell, they're just... different!"
They were hushed by a nearby library assistant and both teens whispered an apology before heading for the computers. The only sounds that could be heard was the typing of keys and turning of thick text book pages. The quiet was calming and set a mood for studying and relaxing as most all libraries did. Together they set their backpacks down on the floor, out of the way so people wouldn't trip over them, and logged into the system.
"Then write about how you think gay people should stick out." Sam muttered jokingly.
The young man gave pause before taking out a disk and opening up Microsoft Word, hoping that more inspiration would hit him as he sat and typed random thoughts. It would be easy to go back to the document on his home computer and make the essay make sense. It was normally how he worked and he was surprised that for all the chaos he thought, he could be so organized.
Sam opened up the school's crappy internet server and logged into her e-mail account, sending out a mass e-mail to her friends across the planet. Ah the wonders of technology. Only problem was when she wanted to have a real time chat and had to wait up till the wee hours of the morning. Thank God for long weekends to make it possible to stay close to her friends.
Within minutes she had a few people either outright refuse to let her tell what had happened to them in the past and a few more were hesitant to let their histories be known. The gothic girl rubbed her temples, a bit aggrivated that so many people could have horrible things happen to them and yet not want it known to help stop it. She sent off another e-mail to the few that responded, letting them know that all sources would be kept annonymous. If all else failed she could make something up, but true stories just hit home harder than anything else. She could hear Tucker typing slowly beside her and spared a side ways glance at him, curious what he was doing.
Sam sat agog when she saw what he had been typing on the screen.
"You're writing PORN?!"
Almost all eyes in the library were on them and Sam covered her mouth, her eyes wide in embarassment, Tucker sinking down in his seat after saving and exiting his document. The school librarian came over in a huff, her bun pulled too tight atop her head and making her face look slightly askew.
"If you cannot be quiet then I will have to ask you to leave." The prim and proper woman scowled at the teenagers.
Sam bowed her head again, her cheeks had gone bright red at all the attention. Slowly people were turning back to their own work and she started to relax. The raven haired girl glared at her friend, mouthing to him that it was his fault and Tucker only sighed in response. Sam glanced around to see if anyone else was paying attention and pulled out a pad of paper to write on. While she had her own computer at home, she still prefered to write out her thoughts manually. She scowled slightly, trying to think of an opening line and began a small doodle in the margins. She sighed as the ballpoint scratched the surface quietly and smirked when she created a version of their English Professor dressed in a playboy bunny outfit.
Tucker glanced over and snickered when he saw the thing that had been drawn. It was very cute, but not something he expected from Sam of all people. The girl seemed so straight laced sometimes that it was a wonder they hung out together. He had to re-open his word document and looked at the soft-core story that he had started to write. It was definitely not something he was used to and he frowned at it slightly before opening up a new page. He brought one leg up and rested his chin on his knee, a slight frown on his face. This had to be something really good or he'd flunk for sure.
The chocolate skinned boy glanced at the window that pointed to the left side of the school. He got up from his chair and walked over quietly, ever careful of the dowdy librarian. The old lady seemed more occupied with someone that had brought in a sandwhich and he exhaled softly, glad it wasn't him. From the window he could just barely make out Danny sitting under a tree, writing something down in a thick wire bound notebook. He was tempted to yell out to his halfa friend but he knew that the librarian would threaten to throw him out a window or something. Carefully he opened up the window, sliding it to the side and leaned out a little to get some fresh air. He could smell french fries coming from the direction of the Nasty Burger and his stomach gave a small growling noise.
"Yeah yeah, I'll feed you soon." He muttered to himself, scanning the school grounds for Valerie.
After a quick look he could tell Valerie wasn't there and he pouted slightly. Perhaps she was still in her own class? A dreamy smile crossed his face when he thought of her and he almost missed Dash storming out the doors of the school. Anger radiated off the football jock and Tucker cursed silently when he realized that Danny was directly in the warpath. His friend seemed completely oblivious and Tucker tried to hide a smile, wondering what Danny would do to the jock this time.
He watched Dash take the notebook from Danny and frowned slightly, wondering why the teen was so urgently trying to get it back. He leaned a little farther out the window for a better look and was soon jerked back by Sam. She had noticed Tucker and was about to chew him up for scaring her when she noticed Dash and Danny in the school yard.
"What's going on now?" Sam muttered.
They watched silently as Danny was thrown back against the tree, nothing really new there except normally it was inside and against the lockers. Tucker frowned when Dash threw the book at him and glanced over at Sam, confusion in his eyes. Sam narrowed her eyes at the scene and spun on her heel, going back to the computers for her bookbag. Tucker stayed a moment to see his halfa friend running away and then chased after Sam, getting his backpack in the process.
"Sam, hang on!" Tucker slung his arm through the arm loop of his pack.
The gothic girl continued down the hallway, her combat boots thumping arrogantly against the floor as she went. "No, something's wrong."
Tucker moved away from Dash's group of friends and scowled when they laughed at him. "But Sam, Dash beats up on Danny all the time, he can handle it."
"That's not it." The girl frowned and pushed against the school's double doors to get them opened. "Danny looked scared."
Dash stood there, a couple of papers clenched in one hand. Sam pressed her lightly painted lips together firmly and tapped him on the back. The blue eyed jock turned around, a slightly confused look on his face. When he saw who it was he regained his composure and scowled down at the goth girl.
"What do you want?"
"What did you do to Danny?" Sam asked, her hands on her hips.
"I didn't do shit," Dash declaired through grit teeth, "He started it."
"And I find that so easy to believe." The girl folded her arms across her stomach.
"Believe what you want." The jock started to push past her.
Sam moved so she was blocking his path, scowling up at the football player. The blonde scowled back but did nothing to remove her from his way. He knew he was supposed to be a bully but he couldn't bring himself to hit a girl. Sam simply stood there silently, waiting for a response of some kind, her nerves ragged.
"What did he do?" Sam asked, her voice soft and low.
Dash crumpled the papers in his hand and threw them in her face. "You're his friend, you should know."
Sam picked the papers up as Dash walked away and smoothed them out carefully. Tucker tried to read over her shoulder but she quickly folded them up and stuffed them in her backpack. He sighed in exasperation when she went after the jock and followed after, not having anything better to do.
The gothic girl quickly caught up with Dash who was trying his best to ignore her. Her eyes were alight with anger and she grabbed his arm to stop him from walking away from her. There were a few people around so she spoke in hushed tones.
"Look, you might not like the fact that he likes you." Sam started.
Dash turned away from her, pulling his arm from her grip. "Shut up!"
"But it doesn't make it right for you to treat him like that!" Sam smacked his arm lightly, "And if you don't listen to me I'm just going to start yelling!"
This gave the jock pause and he folded his arms across his chest, scowling down at her. "So talk."
"You might be a great big jock but that doesn't make you special." Sam narrowed her eyes angrily. "He likes you! Despite the fact that you treat him like dirt, he likes you! GOD only knows why, but he..."
She threw her hands in the air like she was giving up and then pointed an accusing finger at the football player. The blonde was a bit surprised by the motion and took a step back.
"So help me Dash Baxter, if you don't apologize to him I'm gonna make your life a living hell." The raven haired girl fumed. "You don't have a single clue how awful he's feeling right now."
"You don't know shit!" Dash stepped into her face, "I'll apologize to him, but don't expect me to kiss it and make it better 'cause it ain't gonna happen!"
"I'm not asking you to pretend to like him, I'm asking you to be civil!" Sam yelled back, ignoring the crowd.
"I don't have to pretend." He spat back, low enough so only she could hear and stormed off before she could reply.
Sam stood there a moment a bit stunned, her lips in an 'O' as she wondered what he meant. She heard Tucker asking her what was going on and turned to him, raising a hand to her head and running her fingers through her hair. The soft tresses spilled through her fingertips like an ebony waterfall.
"I'm not sure." Sam shook her head, "Lets get back to the essays."
End Chapter two.
Danny: points I'm barely even in this one.
Nika: Well don't look at me, Sam wanted to have her word in here. Originally I had written her giving Dash a black eye but then the computer fouled up on me and when I went back to re-write the paragraphs in between it just went in another direction.
Danny: pouts I'm gonna be in the next chapter though right?
Nika: grins Yup, just you and Dash.
Danny: swallows nervously Oh? Is there going to be fluff?
Nika: You'll see... Ya know this chapter was a pain, between my computer acting up and having to go back and fix my tenses. I'm pretty sure that they're all the same tense now but dealing with Third Person Omnipotent writting isn't my best. Again, still no beta but I did my best, now it's all up to you to review and let me know if there's any mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom sigh how many times do I have to say this?
Note: I just woke up a couple days after typing out the first chapter and decided there has to be more to this. I really wanted to leave it as a stand alone, and seriously I could but then Sam wouldn't get her chance to give Dash...
Chapter two - A swift kick in the pants.
Sam hadn't seen Danny after he had run out of the classroom but it didn't bother her. She knew that he had a responsibility to take care of wayward ghosts. She shrugged and headed for the library, pulling Tucker after her. When she was half way down the hallway she heard Dash and his group of cronies exiting the class as well and groaned, looking for a place to go to. It would be just her luck that the two of them were the only people around to be picked on.
Her fears of being taunted however, were unfounded. The jocks just stood there outside the class, trash talking the newest assignment. They stood in their circle of 'moral superiority' and laughed at the lesser folks that dared to question them. A few of them declaired that they weren't going to do it at all, while another laughed and said it was the perfect opportunity to point out all the 'queers and fags'.
"Yeah but Lancer ain't gonna read the essays aloud so why bother." Dash snorted, rolling his eyes.
Give the blonde a cookie for clueing in for once.
The flunkies seemed upset at the reminder and Sam stopped listening to them. They never had anything productive to say anyways, so why bother? The gothic girl wandered down the halls with her backpack slung over one shoulder. As soon as she had noticed the word written on the board she knew what she was going to write for her essay. A parody depicting gays as the majority and all the straight people in the world being picked on and forced to hide what they were. The thought made her smile and she wondered if she could get some online buddies to tell her some of their own stories and get permission to use them as references.
Tucker saw the smile on Sam's face and winced slightly, hoping she wasn't going to do something weird again. He truthfully wasn't sure what to write yet, he hadn't had any experience dealing with gay people and he didn't know what he'd do if he met one. It was a fairly small city and he was a bit surprised that there was no one like that in Casper High. Surely in a high school of this size all the people who were different would stick out in their own ways, clique together and make it easier to find them right?
"Hey Sam? What should I write about?" Tucker asked, his hands in his pants pockets.
"How should I know?" Sam said scornfully, "Use your imagination, write whatever you want."
"But..." Tucker stopped walking and put his hand on Sam's shoulder, "I don't know anything about gays. I've never met anyone that was... like -that-."
The girl sighed and turned her face to the ceiling as if asking for strength from a higher power. "Tuck, how do you know you haven't met someone that's gay?"
The young man stopped and scratched his head, trying to think of all the 'strange' people that he'd met in his life. Sam was strange but she wasn't like that, and Danny was strange because of the whole ghost thing, but he couldn't be gay either. He was Tucker's best friend! He'd been told about Vlad being a strange guy too but he was obsessed with Danny's mom.
Sam watched as Tucker mulled this over and tapped her foot against the floor, her combat boot make a dull thud as she did so. Finally when a full minute had passed she put both her hands on Tucker's shoulders and gave him a small shake, her violet eyes angry.
"Tucker, don't be dumb. Gay people are all around, and normally ya can't tell just to look at them!" Sam put her hands on her hips and then stormed into the library, making sure to keep the door from slaming behind her.
"What are you talking about?" Tucker wrinkled his nose slightly, "You should be able to tell, they're just... different!"
They were hushed by a nearby library assistant and both teens whispered an apology before heading for the computers. The only sounds that could be heard was the typing of keys and turning of thick text book pages. The quiet was calming and set a mood for studying and relaxing as most all libraries did. Together they set their backpacks down on the floor, out of the way so people wouldn't trip over them, and logged into the system.
"Then write about how you think gay people should stick out." Sam muttered jokingly.
The young man gave pause before taking out a disk and opening up Microsoft Word, hoping that more inspiration would hit him as he sat and typed random thoughts. It would be easy to go back to the document on his home computer and make the essay make sense. It was normally how he worked and he was surprised that for all the chaos he thought, he could be so organized.
Sam opened up the school's crappy internet server and logged into her e-mail account, sending out a mass e-mail to her friends across the planet. Ah the wonders of technology. Only problem was when she wanted to have a real time chat and had to wait up till the wee hours of the morning. Thank God for long weekends to make it possible to stay close to her friends.
Within minutes she had a few people either outright refuse to let her tell what had happened to them in the past and a few more were hesitant to let their histories be known. The gothic girl rubbed her temples, a bit aggrivated that so many people could have horrible things happen to them and yet not want it known to help stop it. She sent off another e-mail to the few that responded, letting them know that all sources would be kept annonymous. If all else failed she could make something up, but true stories just hit home harder than anything else. She could hear Tucker typing slowly beside her and spared a side ways glance at him, curious what he was doing.
Sam sat agog when she saw what he had been typing on the screen.
"You're writing PORN?!"
Almost all eyes in the library were on them and Sam covered her mouth, her eyes wide in embarassment, Tucker sinking down in his seat after saving and exiting his document. The school librarian came over in a huff, her bun pulled too tight atop her head and making her face look slightly askew.
"If you cannot be quiet then I will have to ask you to leave." The prim and proper woman scowled at the teenagers.
Sam bowed her head again, her cheeks had gone bright red at all the attention. Slowly people were turning back to their own work and she started to relax. The raven haired girl glared at her friend, mouthing to him that it was his fault and Tucker only sighed in response. Sam glanced around to see if anyone else was paying attention and pulled out a pad of paper to write on. While she had her own computer at home, she still prefered to write out her thoughts manually. She scowled slightly, trying to think of an opening line and began a small doodle in the margins. She sighed as the ballpoint scratched the surface quietly and smirked when she created a version of their English Professor dressed in a playboy bunny outfit.
Tucker glanced over and snickered when he saw the thing that had been drawn. It was very cute, but not something he expected from Sam of all people. The girl seemed so straight laced sometimes that it was a wonder they hung out together. He had to re-open his word document and looked at the soft-core story that he had started to write. It was definitely not something he was used to and he frowned at it slightly before opening up a new page. He brought one leg up and rested his chin on his knee, a slight frown on his face. This had to be something really good or he'd flunk for sure.
The chocolate skinned boy glanced at the window that pointed to the left side of the school. He got up from his chair and walked over quietly, ever careful of the dowdy librarian. The old lady seemed more occupied with someone that had brought in a sandwhich and he exhaled softly, glad it wasn't him. From the window he could just barely make out Danny sitting under a tree, writing something down in a thick wire bound notebook. He was tempted to yell out to his halfa friend but he knew that the librarian would threaten to throw him out a window or something. Carefully he opened up the window, sliding it to the side and leaned out a little to get some fresh air. He could smell french fries coming from the direction of the Nasty Burger and his stomach gave a small growling noise.
"Yeah yeah, I'll feed you soon." He muttered to himself, scanning the school grounds for Valerie.
After a quick look he could tell Valerie wasn't there and he pouted slightly. Perhaps she was still in her own class? A dreamy smile crossed his face when he thought of her and he almost missed Dash storming out the doors of the school. Anger radiated off the football jock and Tucker cursed silently when he realized that Danny was directly in the warpath. His friend seemed completely oblivious and Tucker tried to hide a smile, wondering what Danny would do to the jock this time.
He watched Dash take the notebook from Danny and frowned slightly, wondering why the teen was so urgently trying to get it back. He leaned a little farther out the window for a better look and was soon jerked back by Sam. She had noticed Tucker and was about to chew him up for scaring her when she noticed Dash and Danny in the school yard.
"What's going on now?" Sam muttered.
They watched silently as Danny was thrown back against the tree, nothing really new there except normally it was inside and against the lockers. Tucker frowned when Dash threw the book at him and glanced over at Sam, confusion in his eyes. Sam narrowed her eyes at the scene and spun on her heel, going back to the computers for her bookbag. Tucker stayed a moment to see his halfa friend running away and then chased after Sam, getting his backpack in the process.
"Sam, hang on!" Tucker slung his arm through the arm loop of his pack.
The gothic girl continued down the hallway, her combat boots thumping arrogantly against the floor as she went. "No, something's wrong."
Tucker moved away from Dash's group of friends and scowled when they laughed at him. "But Sam, Dash beats up on Danny all the time, he can handle it."
"That's not it." The girl frowned and pushed against the school's double doors to get them opened. "Danny looked scared."
Dash stood there, a couple of papers clenched in one hand. Sam pressed her lightly painted lips together firmly and tapped him on the back. The blue eyed jock turned around, a slightly confused look on his face. When he saw who it was he regained his composure and scowled down at the goth girl.
"What do you want?"
"What did you do to Danny?" Sam asked, her hands on her hips.
"I didn't do shit," Dash declaired through grit teeth, "He started it."
"And I find that so easy to believe." The girl folded her arms across her stomach.
"Believe what you want." The jock started to push past her.
Sam moved so she was blocking his path, scowling up at the football player. The blonde scowled back but did nothing to remove her from his way. He knew he was supposed to be a bully but he couldn't bring himself to hit a girl. Sam simply stood there silently, waiting for a response of some kind, her nerves ragged.
"What did he do?" Sam asked, her voice soft and low.
Dash crumpled the papers in his hand and threw them in her face. "You're his friend, you should know."
Sam picked the papers up as Dash walked away and smoothed them out carefully. Tucker tried to read over her shoulder but she quickly folded them up and stuffed them in her backpack. He sighed in exasperation when she went after the jock and followed after, not having anything better to do.
The gothic girl quickly caught up with Dash who was trying his best to ignore her. Her eyes were alight with anger and she grabbed his arm to stop him from walking away from her. There were a few people around so she spoke in hushed tones.
"Look, you might not like the fact that he likes you." Sam started.
Dash turned away from her, pulling his arm from her grip. "Shut up!"
"But it doesn't make it right for you to treat him like that!" Sam smacked his arm lightly, "And if you don't listen to me I'm just going to start yelling!"
This gave the jock pause and he folded his arms across his chest, scowling down at her. "So talk."
"You might be a great big jock but that doesn't make you special." Sam narrowed her eyes angrily. "He likes you! Despite the fact that you treat him like dirt, he likes you! GOD only knows why, but he..."
She threw her hands in the air like she was giving up and then pointed an accusing finger at the football player. The blonde was a bit surprised by the motion and took a step back.
"So help me Dash Baxter, if you don't apologize to him I'm gonna make your life a living hell." The raven haired girl fumed. "You don't have a single clue how awful he's feeling right now."
"You don't know shit!" Dash stepped into her face, "I'll apologize to him, but don't expect me to kiss it and make it better 'cause it ain't gonna happen!"
"I'm not asking you to pretend to like him, I'm asking you to be civil!" Sam yelled back, ignoring the crowd.
"I don't have to pretend." He spat back, low enough so only she could hear and stormed off before she could reply.
Sam stood there a moment a bit stunned, her lips in an 'O' as she wondered what he meant. She heard Tucker asking her what was going on and turned to him, raising a hand to her head and running her fingers through her hair. The soft tresses spilled through her fingertips like an ebony waterfall.
"I'm not sure." Sam shook her head, "Lets get back to the essays."
End Chapter two.
Danny: points I'm barely even in this one.
Nika: Well don't look at me, Sam wanted to have her word in here. Originally I had written her giving Dash a black eye but then the computer fouled up on me and when I went back to re-write the paragraphs in between it just went in another direction.
Danny: pouts I'm gonna be in the next chapter though right?
Nika: grins Yup, just you and Dash.
Danny: swallows nervously Oh? Is there going to be fluff?
Nika: You'll see... Ya know this chapter was a pain, between my computer acting up and having to go back and fix my tenses. I'm pretty sure that they're all the same tense now but dealing with Third Person Omnipotent writting isn't my best. Again, still no beta but I did my best, now it's all up to you to review and let me know if there's any mistakes.