Hey, Lateraina's back. I kind of wanted to apologize, I screwed up on the Intro. Instead of the accident happening before Spirit Week, pretend Spirit Week never happened. Also, I fixed my many typos. I seem to have a problem with that. And, I messed up on another part that comes in this chapter. So to many of you who know the Holiday Inn Hotel, I know that you can't get a room at three a.m., but I'm not sure how this plot would work out if it wasn't, so I made it up. This story takes place during Christmas break for Casper High, so that's why Danny can run for a while.
A new character, Karissa is introduced in this chapter too. She is the kind of type that gets around from guy to guy, and she also makes a comment about Danny when she first meets him, that I hope doesn't offend anyone.
And one last thing, I'm going to sum up the characters of Danny and Sam.
Danny: 17 years old, ghost powers, drives a motorcycle, plays guitar, blames himself for Maddie Fenton's death, junior year at school
Sam: 17 years old, still rich, drives a Mustang, sings rock songs extremely well, junior year at a Catholic school, neutral in religious beliefs-- some episodes wouldn't even have happened because she wasn't there; Fright Night, Mystery Meat, etc.
Thanks to my reviewers:
Dream-sorcerous11, GreyRavenNorth, UniqueWofLover, AREZAL, Karaniya-broken, fluffyrachel, DannyPhantomLover, AngelofLight, Dannys-Ghostly-Girl, Mrs. Granger-Weasley, anODDperson
The Fuzy Llama- That's not fair! Just joking! Everyone is welcome to look up the other chapter names, otherwise you'll find them out later.
Fatlazikat- I didn't understand half of what you said, but I think you liked it. Yes cheese is good. Thanks for your review
Hiromi Tenshi- Ahh..a new reviewer I've never seen. Cool, you make my day. And heck yeah, nice visuals. I love bike boys..
Indome: I took the whole "Crotch Rocket" thing from my sister's stupid, jackass boyfriend because even though he's a jerk, he's got a nice bike.
KP4me- I've never written any KP fanfics. I write HP and DP, but I like KP. I watch it with my brother. I'll be sure to check out any stories you've written.
I promise I won't let you down with this one.
The damn disclaimer that I constantly forget: I don't own Danny Phantom, Butch Hartman does. I don't own Hotel Paper or the songs in it, Michelle Branch does.
Chapter Three
Find Your Way Back
Sam pulled away, shocked at first at how warm the stranger's hand was despite the wintry temperatures. Looking up, as whoever it was, was slightly taller than her, she saw spikey black hair and pale blue eyes.
For a moment, her heart seemed to stop. All of the events of the night seemed to disappear as she stared deeply into the boy's eyes. She usually didn't believe in love at first sight, but even her mind was having second thoughts. He had handsome physical features and he had to be around her age at least. And looking into his gorgeous blue eyes, she seemed to stare into his soul….
Danny held in a gasp, staring, enchanted at the girl's pretty amethyst eyes. She had short black hair and a pale complexion. But god….was she beautiful. He couldn't snap back from lovey dovey world, entranced by his vision. But, he couldn't stand and stare like an idiot.
"Sorry," he said, breaking the spell.
Sam snapped back into reality. Groaning to herself, she mentally slapped herself. Way to look like an idiot.
He pulled open the door for her, politely, and she smiled, looking back at him before she walked into the main lobby of the hotel.
He felt his heart turn a cartwheel at her smile, and followed her inside, trying not to watch her every move.
Sam walked over to the desk and waited in line at the desk, since there was already three people in front of her. She felt insides turn over as she saw the blue eyed stranger come up behind her.
She took a few calming breaths. Ask him….ask him…ask him…She turned around, hoping she wouldn't come off as some kind of prostitute or stalker.
"I'm Sam, Sam Manson," she said.
"Danny Fenton," he replied, his eyes lit up with some unknown emotion. That's when she noticed a large scratch on his cheek.
"Are you okay?" she asked concerned, pointing to it.
He brushed his hand over it and grimaced at a sudden sting. He shrugged, wiping away a few streaks of blood from it. "I have a problem with grace. I have none."
She laughed, smiling at his reply. "Staying over for the holidays?" she asked.
"Actually, no. I just needed, somewhere to go for the night," he said. Why did he just say that? Great job Danny, spill your secrets out to someone you don't even know, and probably someone who could really care less.
"Really? Me too," she replied. Sam mentally slapped herself again. Since when did she become such a blabbermouth? Let's announce to the whole world that I'm running away.
He nodded, and suddenly memories from the night events evaded his thoughts. "You deserved to die, not her, not her!"
Sam turned back, suddenly lost in her own night flashbacks. "You were never there! You never cared! You are the one to blame!"
The line moved, allowing the two emotional teenagers to clear their minds.
"Do you live here?" Sam asked. She wasn't real big on silence.
"Yeah, about five blocks from here. You?"
"I'm more of a city girl," she said, proudly.
"You call Amity Park a city?" he asked. He blushed. Now he was accusing her of being stupid when she was probably being sarcastic. Bright much Danny?
"I guess not," Sam said, laughing at her own dumb moment. Now she appeared stupid. What a wonderful job she was doing on making an impression.
The two people ahead of them of them moved, and now it was Sam's turn. She walked up to the desk and began speaking to a blonde clerk. He was also obviously tired, as it was almost three o'clock in the morning.
"I need a room for tonight. As long as it's near the pool, I'll be good," Sam said, thinking about the warm, stress relieving hot tub that could be waiting for her.
"Any other accommodations?" he asked, typing something into a computer.
"One bed, and a TV," she replied.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but we don't have any one bedrooms until next week. Seems that we're hosting a Sci-Fi Group Convention on Thursday. I'm sorry," the clerk said, sincerely.
"Damn it," Sam said gloomily.
When she heard an echo behind her, she was surprised to see that Danny had cursed the same thing at the same time she had.
"This just sucks," she said. "I'm assuming you were going to do the same thing?"
"Yeah," he said miserably. He rubbed his fingers through his eyes.
Something sparked inside Sam's mind, and for a moment, she had no idea where it came from. But as the plan formed in her mind, she grew more excited.
"Can you hold that a minute?" she asked the blonde haired clerk. He nodded, looking at her oddly. She gave him a smile, then turned to Danny, who was putting back on his gloves, preparing to leave.
"Want to share a room?" She blurted. Way to be blunt Sam.
He paused, his left hand fingers only half covered, and looked at her, one eyebrow raised. "What?"
"Look, I'm only staying for one night and so are you. We'll get separate beds and share the expense of the room," she explained.
He bit his lip, pondering this. Here was this gorgeous, strange girl, asking him if they wanted to share a room? Not that he was, but she wasn't worried that he was some kind of murderer?
"One night. Then we can go our separate ways," she said.
"One night…..okay," he agreed at last.
"Cool. I'll- We'll, take a two bed room. TV and near the pool," she added again. "Under Sam Manson and Danny Fenton."
The blonde glanced back and forth between them, his green eyes questionable, then turned back to his computer and entered it in.
"Any movies you order or phone calls you make will be printed and charged on your receipt. The diners and bars are open until midnight, the pool from eight a.m. until eleven p.m."
"Okay," Sam replied.
Danny wasn't sure what to say. This had come as such a shock, that he wasn't sure of anything.
"And two keys?" the clerk asked.
Danny cleared his throat, blushing furiously. "Better make it three." Better safe than sorry. Unfortunately, he'd developed the art of losing things from his father. And just to prove his point, he put his ungloved hand into his jeans pocket , making sure he had his keys. To his luck, they were there.
"Okay." The Clerk leaned down underneath the desk and brought out a copy of the hotel's blue print map. "Your room, 203, is right here--" he circled a square with a green Sharpie-- "Up the stairs, after your turn left down that hallway-" he pointed to a hall leading to their right-- "The pool is on the first floor, on the right of the stairs." He handed them two credit card shaped keys.
Sam picked them up and Danny took two from her.
"Thanks," she said to the clerk. She picked up her suitcase. "Coming?"
"Yep." That was an intelligent reply Danny.
Sam took the map and flipped it out in front of her. As he grinned at her, she felt her heart flutter and held in an excited gasp. She smiled back, biting her lips so she wouldn't do anything crazy.
She wondered how much she was coming off as some sort of total slut. She had just invited a total stranger to stay in the same room with her overnight.
She hoped he wasn't thinking about anything that involved her doing anything. Again, Sam mentally slapped herself. This boy, to her was handsome, and sweet, and innocent. But wasn't that the ideal appearance of every murderer?
"Coming?"
It took a moment for Sam to realize she was being addressed, and when she did, she felt herself blushing like mad. She'd have to have been zoning out for the last two minutes.
"I'm sorry," Sam said, picking up her suitcase.
Danny smiled and it felt good. He didn't have much to smile about any more.
Sam led the way, into the hallway, past a door that led to stairs and they climbed up and exited through a second floor door.
"203.…203," Sam repeatedly whispered, reading the white on black room number plates as she walked by.
She stopped at a mahogany door. "Yeah, this is it." She pushed in the key, then pulled it out and a light on the lock turned green.
And for the second time that night, their hands met again when they were both politely trying to help the other by opening the door.
Sam pulled away first again and laughed shortly, her heart pounding in her chest. No. Despite everything she'd felt about this boy, it seemed to slow at her next thoughts. In a couple of hours, she'd say goodbye to him. She couldn't fall for him and get attached to his….pretty blue eyes and great smile….
He opened the door and they walked in, the aroma of fresh linen meeting their noses. A door to the right had to be a bathroom, and a TV inside a wardrobe faced two, made up beds. A window, with a view of a dark cornfield, was at the edge of the room, next to it, a desk, matching the wardrobe oak.
"Which bed do you want?" Sam asked, turning on another light and letting go of her suitcase handles.
"Whichever," he said.
"I like being closer to the wall, is that okay?" she asked. She hoped she wasn't appearing bossy.
"Yeah, that's fine," he said. He put his duffel bag on the other bed and unzipped the large pocket. "I'm thirsty, do you want anything?" he asked, absentmindedly taking out a couple of ones from his wallet.
Sam remained silent; she was thirsty, and she knew he was trying to be polite, but accepting his offer would make her seem greedy, but if she didn't, she would seem rude.
"Don't worry about it, I'll get whatever you want," he said, noticing her sudden reluctance. He saw her nod, smiling to herself, and his mind went back into lovey-dovey world… A girl like her couldn't be single…., then again, there could be a small chance. But his mind was warning him of danger. If he fell too deep for her, then a couple hours from now, he wouldn't be able to let her go.
"7-Up or Dr. Pepper would be great," she said.
He broke away from his thoughts. "Okay, then. Be right back," he said, remembering that he had seen a pop machine on the way to their room. He walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Sam felt ready to burst into tears. Her life was a wreck. She had run away from home, and she was sure her mother was so angry or wounded enough to not want her back. And now, the first real love she'd thought she'd felt, would disappear in a matter of hours.
Glancing around at the unfamiliar room, she couldn't imagine why he had taken her up on her offer. It's not like she was pretty or anything.
She took off her coat and laid it down on her bed, sitting down next to it. The night had been terrible.
On the bedside table that was set between the two beds was a phone and thinking quickly before Danny came back, she grabbed the received and punched in Karissa's number.
A sleepy voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Karissa, it's me."
"Sam, do you know how early it is?"
"Yeah, but I was wondering if we could talk. I'm at the Holiday Inn."
"What are you doing there?"
"I ran away. Mom and I had a fight. Listen, can you come here?"
"Sure, I guess….what room?"
"203, but bring your swimsuit and meet me by the pool. We'll sneak in and turn on the hot tubs," Sam said, not believing what she had just proposed.
"Okay, be there in ten minutes."
Hoping she hadn't just gotten them in serious trouble, Sam tried to think of possible excuses for Danny, and then possible excuses if they did get caught.
She pulled out her purple and black swimsuit from her suitcase and walked into the bathroom to change, still running ideas through her head.
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Danny put his dollar in the machine and then pressed the Dr Pepper button down hard. There was a crash as it came through to the trap below it, and fifty cents were returned to him. He looked up, letting his hand guide him through the whole to get the change.
Out of the corner of his eye, his blue eyes caught a pay phone on the wall. Deciphering whether he wanted to call Tucker more or use the change to quench his thirst, he decided on the phone.
He pressed the coins in, setting the can of soda down on the wooden perch so he could dial his friend's house.
"Hello?" Tucker's half asleep voice called.
"Hey Tucker."
"Danny? Have you lost your mind? It's like three thirty in the morning."
"I know. Listen, I need some spare cash. I'll pay you back."
"Are you okay?"
"No."
"Dude, what's up?"
"I ran away. I'm spending the night at a hotel."
"What happened?"
"I don't really want to talk about it. Can you help me or not?"
"Yeah, sure. Where are you?"
"Holiday Inn. Room 203. I'm checking out tomorrow, it won't be that much, I think."
"203. Isn't the second floor usually two bedroom rooms?"
"Yeah."
"You got a two room bedroom for yourself?"
"One
rooms were unavailable."
"Okay…."
"Tucker, please. Can you come by sometime around ten?"
"Yeah, sure. I don't know what's going on, but it'll turn out okay."
"Somehow I doubt that. I'll explain tomorrow. I'll see you then."
"Okay. Bye Danny."
"Bye."
He set the phone down, memories evading his thoughts once again. "Killer, killer, killer!" He hadn't wanted to tell Tucker about sharing the room with Sam; he would only scoff and make jokes, and he wasn't really in the mood.
He grabbed the can and headed back up to the room, almost missing the door to the room. He pushed in the key and it passed, and he opened the door.
Sam stood in the middle of the room, and Danny couldn't help but notice what she was wearing. A black, one strap swimsuit with purple zebra stripes running through it, and a matching black bikini bottom. She was staring at the large mirror hanging on the wall above the desk, singing softly to herself, the Evanescence song, "My Immortal."
"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears, when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears." Obviously done with looking at her reflection, Sam turned around and her eyes widened at the sight of Danny. Clearly, she hadn't known he had been there.
"Hi…" she said uneasily, blushing with embarrassingly..
Danny forced himself to stop staring at her clothing. "Are you going swimming?" he asked, tearing his eyes away.
"I hope you wouldn't mind. I invited my friend Karissa over so we could talk," she said hurriedly. The best thing she had come up with was the truth.
"So you're going to sneak in?" he asked, holding out her drink.
"Yeah….how, I'm not sure."
"Can I come?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, you girls can talk and everything. I just need to relax for a while. Maybe swimming will help," he said.
"I hope you know that we could get into trouble," Sam said, not knowing why she was hesitating. Why did she have to be so rude sometimes?
"I couldn't get in any worse trouble then when I--" he began. Stupid..stupid..stupid. Let's explain that you're half ghost and go through the same thing you just did with Jazz.
"What?" she asked, smiling softly.
"Never mind," he said quickly.
"Yeah…okay," she said. If he was hiding something, she could relate, so there was no point in trying to press further when she was keeping things from him too.
"Karissa's going to be here in a few minutes," she announced, picking up a towel. "If you get your suit on quick, I'll wait for you."
"Sure." He dug through his duffel. He didn't have a swimsuit, but he had brought his red gym shorts and a couple of tee shirts. He pulled a pair out and went inside the bathroom to change.
Sam hopped impatiently on her heels. They'd known each other less than a half an hour and already they were acting like the best of friends. And just think, an hour ago, she had never believed in love at first sight and coincidence meetings that lasted in a love life forever.
But this wouldn't last…it couldn't. Someone couldn't fall in love and stay together by meeting by chance at a hotel.
She took a sip of her drink just as the door opened and he came out, carrying a towel and wearing red shorts and a tee shirt that said, "Fenton Works," on it. Fenton was his last name; it must have been his job or something that involved something.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Yep." Another intelligent reply made by Danny.
They walked down the stairs and exited through the door and then turned to their left. Through glass windows, they could see a dark room, but could clearly see a pool and two hot tubs at the end of the room. At the door, someone waited impatiently.
"Karissa!" Sam shouted.
Karissa, a fiery, curly red head with green eyes, wearing a very revealing red bikini top swimsuit and matching bottom, turned around at Sam's voice, and then cocked her head when she caught sight of Danny.
"Hey, Sam. Who's this?"
"This is my friend Danny," Sam said, hugging her friend. "He's in my room."
"Ooh, you rented a stripper?"
Sam groaned at her friends pervertedness and Danny tried hard not to visualize anything, feeling suddenly uncomfortable.
"No, Karissa. We needed a place to stay, and there was no one roomers left, so we decided to stay together for a night," Sam explained, feeling herself melt in embarrassment.
"Oh, okay…" she said sarcastically. "Okay, Sammie, you're the bright one, how do you suppose we get in?" As if trying to prove a point, she turned to face the locked door leading to the pool.
"Don't you have a bobby pin?"
"You try bobby pinning this frizz mess down," Karissa said, referring to her curly hair.
"Dang it. Maybe we should kick the door, or try my key," Sam suggested.
Danny thought of something suddenly. "Or we could do this." He walked over and turned around so that he had his back to the door and he was facing them. Putting his hands behind him, he pretended to lift up, but instead made his hands go intangible until he felt the lock click.
The door swung open and he turned to them expectantly, making sure his hands were normal again. Sam smiled.
"Impressive," Karissa said. "Looks like you've had practice. Better watch out Sammie, he's a bad boy," she said, entering the pool room.
A wave of jealousy swept over Sam as she caught the look that her best friend gave the blushing Danny before she went into the room. She pretended not to ever notice, but ever since she and Karissa had began middle school, she constantly went after guys, and usually the ones Sam had ever shown an interest in.
However, Danny either was oblivious to her flirtation, or also pretended not to notice, because he held the door open for her, and then followed her inside.
Karissa laid her long blue towel out on one of the beach chairs and then walked over to one of the hot tubs, leaning down to the ground. There was a sudden noise and Sam discovered she had turned the heat on. When her friend walked over to the wall, there was a sudden gushing noise as she turned on the spas by pressing a button.
Sam walked over to join her as Karissa dipped a toe into the water.
"Oh, wow, it's warm already," she said, surprised.
"Really?" Sam asked. She turned around after laying down her own towel on the chair next to hers, and felt her breath catch in her chest.
Danny had taken off his shirt and was about to dive in, and Sam couldn't help but notice that he had extremely large arm and chest muscles, illuminated by a light tan.
There was a splash as he dove in, and then began to swim.
"Sam, hello?" Karissa asked, interrupting her thoughts.
Sam tore her eyes away from watching him as he started to backstroke through the water and shook her head. Don't get attached….
"Went off into Fenton world didn't we?" she asked as Sam stepped into the heated water.
"What?" Sam asked, surprised at her question. Then she remembered that she had told Karissa his last name when she had introduced him. She didn't answer, still watching him intently as he swam gracefully.
"I can see why. He's gorgeous….man, did you see those eyes? Beautiful," Karissa cooed, also staring at him.
"Yeah," Sam said without thinking. Then she sighed. "All the good ones have to say goodbye. I'll never see him again after today."
"I'm going to keep in touch, hell yeah I am," she said.
"Maybe I will too," Sam said.
"Oh my gosh. Does he like bench like four hundred? Check those muscles out," she commented.
"Oh, please Karissa. Now it's your turn to come back from Fenton world," Sam snapped, letting her muscles relax in the bubbly water.
"I don't know. What's his story?"
"No idea. It's none of my-- our business Kari," Sam warned.
"Oh, come on. Tell me you don't want to know a little about him?" she asked, leaning forward.
"Maybe, but it's none of our business," she said again.
"So we don't ask him about personal stuff. Let's play favorites," Karissa said. Before Sam could protest, Karissa called out to him.
"Hey, Danny?"
Danny turned around; Karissa had caught him at a resting point and he had heard her call him. She waved over to him, mentioning him over there.
"Come join us!" she offered.
"Nah, I don't want to interrupt anything," he said, treading water.
"You aren't going to," Karissa urged. "Come on in. The water's warm."
He saw Sam smiling reluctantly, her eyes waiting expectantly and he nodded and swam to an edge of the water and pulled himself out.
"Good swimming?" Karissa asked as the two girls watched him step into the hot water.
"Yeah," he said, his muscles relaxing instantly with the warm, foamy water. It felt good on the sore ones he had received fighting off the latest ghost threats.
"Want to play Info and Favorites?" she suggested, scooting over closer to him.
"I guess…" he said, having no idea what she was talking about.
"What about you Sam?" she asked, splashing her Gothic friend.
"Sure."
"Okay, my turn first. Hmm…Danny, how old are you?" she said, tapping her fingers together as if thinking hard.
"Seventeen. I'll be eighteen in three months," he replied, knowing where this game could possibly take him.
"Sam?" Karissa asked, even though she already knew.
"Seventeen. Eighteen in five months," she said.
"I'm going to turn eighteen in three days, ha," she bragged, turning her attention to Danny. His raven hair was already spiking as it dried. "Your turn Danny."
"Um…Sam, favorite color or colors," he asked, unable to come up with anything fun.
"Black and purple and green."
"She's our resident Catholic Goth," Karissa blurted.
"Catholic Goth?" Danny asked, trying hard to visualize that.
"I'd rather not be Catholic," Sam declared. "People should be free to believe what they want. And some people don't understand that." She said the last part with a bit of bitterness and Danny chose not to ask.
"Okay, Karissa, what's yours?" Danny asked, changing the subject. Sam smiled, looking down, and Danny felt his heart numb. Why was he falling for this complete stranger that he'd never see again come later morning?
"Red. That's it. And yours?" she said, fixing a strap on her swimsuit.
"Blue, maybe silver," he said.
"Sam?"
"What?"
"Well, what's your question?" Karissa asked, splashing more water at her.
"Oh." Since when did Sam zone out like that? But even she knew the answer. She had been staring into the pure icy blues of Danny's beautiful eyes. "Um…. Hobbies." She turned to face Danny.
He thought for a minute, playing absentmindedly with the water bubbles. "I like to play guitar. 3 Doors Down and Evanescence and there's other groups I play, but those are the ones I like best."
Sam felt her breath catch in her chest again. She loved 3 Doors Down and Evanescence. She'd memorized every single one of their songs.
"Do it…..do it….do it," Karissa chanted beside her. "You know you want to."
"Shutup Karissa," Sam snapped.
"Do what?"
"She likes singing. She's pretty much obsessed with 3 Doors Down." She leaned down to lay her head on the concrete edge. "What's that song you said you like, something like, "You love me but you don't know who-"
"Let me go," Danny and Sam said simultaneously.
Karissa looked up to see both Danny and Sam blushing, looking away to avoid each other's eyes. She sighed and laughed shortly. "It's getting freaky deaky up in here."
"Karissa, you aren't ghetto."
"I know that. I was just joking," she argued.
Danny laughed. Sam pretended her heart hadn't just leaped up against his chest. She'd never heard a true laugh from the handsome stranger, and she couldn't help but hear that it was layered with the deepness of his voice.
"Any other hobbies?" Karissa asked. Before either of them answered, she spoke again. "Sam's sings. She sounds exactly like Amy Lee of Evanescence."
"No, I don't," Sam tried to protest.
They all jumped when suddenly the bubbles turned off, their bodies had been used to the spas shooting into the tub.
"Guess that's our cue to get out," Karissa said. She turned her wrist and Danny caught a very expensive looking gold watch. "We've been here an hour anyway."
Dripping water, she stood up and walked out over to her chair and wrapped her towel around her lower half.
Danny and Sam got out at the same time and did the same. Karissa leaned down to turn off the heater and then began leading the way out of the room.
"Sorry, we didn't get the chance to talk much," Karissa whispered as Sam caught up to her and Danny remained a few paces behind.
"Don't worry about it. We've got the rest of the day," Sam said.
"Hey you!!! What are you doing!?"
The three didn't need to turn around to see the hotel security guard staring at them, and they knew they were all guilty; each were dripping water.
One look between each other found one plan; split up and run.
While Karissa tore off in the other direction, Sam following and then turning left, Danny tore off past the door, running as fast as he could.
The security guard, a rounded black man, decided to leave Danny and follow the other two, obviously thinking he was fast.
"Crap," he whispered, peering around the corner at the retreating man's back. He hoped the other two were speedy. Great, his first day here, and he was already running from people he could get into serious trouble with if caught.
"Hey, here's one of them!" said a voice behind him.
He whipped around to see another security guard running down the hall towards him, and he took off running again, turning a corner, and dashing into an empty hall. Catching a door ahead of him, he ran in, the guards and hotel keepers chasing after him, and instead of going down, went up.
The door opened and he had barely gone up two flights. Unless he did something quick, they would catch him.
Closing his eyes, the stairwell was filled with a flash of light as he became his ghost form. Not waiting another second, he went intangible and flew high, ending up on the fourth floor.
He came up in another, luckily, empty hallway. Changing back to normal, he began running towards another stairwell, which was around the corner.
Both gave out cries as they crashed into each other. Sam had been running the opposite direction to where Danny had been running from.
They crumbled to the ground and then did the unthinkable.
Both burst into laughter.
"You're right, you have no grace," Sam joked, unable to stand up because of the hysterical laughter that wracked her.
"Hey, you could have been watching where you were going too," he said, slowly standing up. He had to admit, his shoulder was killing him as she had rammed him into the wall.
"We've got to go that way, that guard followed me," she said, doing the same.
"We can't go that way, he's got buddies," he said.
Sam covered a hand to her mouth. "We're trapped. This is the suite floor. There's only two hallways on it."
Danny's ears caught what it was impossible for Sam to, mainly because of one of his many new powers he had equipped. Footsteps coming from both directions, towards them.
The only hiding place they had was behind a Pepsi machine. Danny grabbed Sam's arm and pulled her over beside it.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "They'll see us."
No they wouldn't. Not if it worked.
"Shh….trust me." He pulled her over to stand in front of him, her head digging into his chest, and focused hard on making them invisible without turning himself into his ghost half.
As soon as he couldn't see himself anymore, hoping she wouldn't notice anything, the same black security guard came into view, coming in from where Sam had, and the two were in plain sight.
However, Sam watched in amazement as the security guard passed right by them. She about pulled away to rejoice, when he pressed her to him harder. Then she heard what he was stopping her for.
"Have you seen them?" asked a male voice, one of the other hotel chasers.
"No, I thought I saw one of the girls come up this way," said the black hotel guard.
"Did you get a good look at them?"
"No, just black hair and female," he replied.
"We got at least one male, and two females," said another voice.
"We'll keep searching. They obviously aren't here. Check the first and third floors, they can't have gotten far."
The voices faded as the searchers walked down the stairs or took the elevator. Danny at last let Sam go, loosening his grip, and turning them back to normal, but she didn't pull away.
"Oh, my god. We almost got caught. Can you believe they didn't see us?" she asked, looking up at his green eyes with her own violet ones.
"Yeah," Danny said, pretending to be surprised.
"Do you have those eyes that change with your mood?" she asked, astounded at how different they looked. He tensed up and blinked his eyes, cussing several choice words in his head.
"I guess," he said, opening them.
"Oh, wow, now they're blue. That's a cool trick. That was amazing," she said, now talking about their little experience. She still hadn't pulled away from their embrace.
He laughed. "Stupid security guards."
Sam stared up at him. She couldn't help it. She had fallen and fallen deep. She was madly in love with him. She remained quiet, but slid her hand into his.
He stopped for a minute, then stared down into her, and she had never seen so much devotion and passion in anyone's eyes as she did his.
And the thing both had wanted to do ever since they first had laid eyes on each other happened in that moment.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss.
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Yeah, long I know. I seem to be into the whole D/S thing lately, other than The Rebel. But you can't tell me you didn't love some of those visuals. Look for me soon, chapter four will be up soon!
Lateraina Wolf