Silver Dust

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Empathy is something they try to teach everyone but when Danny and Sam swap bodies neither of them were ready for this. D/S

Chapter 3: Mind outta the gutter

The teens spent the next while trying to piece together different things including how this could have happened, and mainly how they were going to get out of it. Sam was amazed they managed to get used to this so quick—maybe not the actual moving of the bodies but the mere idea that this was even happening. It was probably due to Danny's ghost powers because right now if she saw a trampoline talking to her about going to George Washington's birthday party next week she wouldn't be amazed.

"We can't go into the ghost zone tonight, my parents are down there testing out there new gadget! There is no way we could distract them long enough for all of us to go searching for one ghost if she is in there at all." Danny said staring off to the side to contemplate.

"Tomorrow we get out early." Sam threw in pulling at her loose shirt.

Tucker nodded already mumbling off the details before his PDA gave out a buzzing noise.

"I don't know about you two but I've got to get home. My parents will flip if I miss curfew again." Tucker looked up and couldn't help but grin at them both.

They might think of it as a crisis but he thought it was waking hilarious. Plus, maybe they'd both get it through their thick heads and ask each other out.

"Yeah Tuck, we'll walk you out. I probably have to –" Danny began and paused trying to think out how to phrase it, "go home too."

Sam picked up her bag that would now be Danny's which Tucker had been nice enough to pick up after he found it in the park. Sam had been on her way to study when the colonial ghost attack happened, then she ran to help Danny and it went from there.

"You'll need this," She told him and passed the bag over.

Danny suddenly smiled, an idea (that Sam didn't like the looks of) popping into his head. He immediately gripped the bag a second later shaking whatever that thought was off. The trio walked out and before Danny could holler "Walking Tuck and Sam home, be back soon" Tuck elbowed him and Sam pulled off the best impression of Danny she could.

They dropped off Tucker first and he made them promise if anything came up to call. Down about five minutes away was Sam's house.

Sam walked Danny to his doorstep and after a minute of thinking led him to her original room. It was a mansion, and she didn't have a map.

"Just avoiding eating meat, and we will figure out this going ghost thing later." She said hesitantly taking Danny's hand.

It was just a gesture of friendship as she was leading him somewhere but she wished it wasn't. As a note to self, she reminded herself to pick up her diary before she left. She did not want him snooping if he got bored.

They both arrived at the room after traveling the empty house that was deserted when the butler and maids left around seven.

"Kitchen is down the hall, um, bathroom next door—" She attempted to think of things he would need, but Danny interrupted her; his face lit up pink.

"Sam, if I am in your body. How exactly am I going to shower?"

Sam paused, thought it through, and then a horrifying realization sunk it. She hasn't thought of that. How would Danny shower in her body? How would he even change? Given that she had the same problem Danny was in her body—her female body and Danny was a guy. She trusted him but that was a problem-- he was a guy.

Sam turned her back to Danny trying to calm down for she could feel her face burn under her fingertips.

"Hold on," She said breathing. One. Two. Three. Calm down. One. Two. Three—choke—okay screw it.

She walked over to Danny and grabbed her bag popping out her cell. Danny watched in confusion as she scrolled down to his number and dialed.

"Hey Dad, um I was wondering if I could stay at Sam's house for the night—huh? No, uh, she is helping me study for the finals. Yeah, I did all my chores. Tucker? Sure, he's here too." Sam didn't like to lie but she was just rolling stuff off her tongue now. Danny watched knowingly trying to refrain from smiling as he heard his father give him the usual interrogation. After a minute she sighed and flipped the phone shut.

"We aren't really going to study are we?"

Sam shook her head, "Nah. I just needed to be here because if my body goes to tomorrow looking like a hooker…" She left it off there.

Danny cautiously flattened out his skirt. He was glad to have gotten off the subject earlier. Sure, he thought about it before, randomly and briefly. What Sam looked like. He was a little curious, but if she caught him doing anything to her body he should fear for his life.

Then teens watched a movie and skimmed a few notes for class. Danny hadn't been to her house more than three times tops so he was amazed by the 'movie theater' she had down stairs. Around nine Sam suggested they go to sleep so 'we have plenty of time in the morning to compensate for this'. They both headed upstairs to Sam's room and Sam pulled out one of the most conservative nightgowns she had. Danny still had a few clothes left here from some random times and Sam tossed him her nightgown.

"Um." Danny looked down at the clothes, then up at her, then down at them, then up at her. He couldn't hide the fact that his heart was pounding and he didn't trust himself to say anything. On more than one occasion Danny thought of Sam as more than a best friend but he knew better. Nothing between them and he sure wasn't going to waste his friendship with her over something stupid like that.

"It's called change in the dark, and Fenton, leave the bra and panties on." Sam flicked off the light sounding threatening as she spoke.

She'd never pictured she'd have to say that to him—well maybe….'Mind outta the gutter Sam. Mind out of the gutter.' She screamed at herself mentally.

The room went pitch black and Danny pulled the black tank top off biting his tongue to keep from making any noise. Okay, shirt. Danny slid the top of the nightgown over his shoulder and buttoned it down the front almost drawing blood from his tongue as he buttoned the area over Sam—his chest.

'Get control of yourself Fenton, this is your best friend your thinking of.' He said finally finishing changing. Sam asked him if he was done and flicked on the light.

Sam pulled out a blue sleeping bag from under her bed and laid back on it. Danny offered her the bed but she said considering he was in her body he should have it. Danny could be real nice sometimes—all the time if he wasn't trying to be popular or swooning over Paulina. Paulina—ek, bad taste in her mouth. They mumbled off a few words and the two feel asleep.

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Danny walked in a near stagger as he tried to make out the number of doors he passed in the darkness. Sam said it was on the same floor. He stopped hesitating at first before popping into a room relieved when he found the kitchen. It was cool having a mansion but not when you got lost trying to get a drink of water at night. He picked up a glass and filled it with water at the faucet.

It was kind of creepy that no one was really home. Danny had never been left home alone by his parents because Jazz was usually always there. It was nice to have the house to yourself sometimes, but this was actually creepy. He sucked down the last drop and put the cup on the counter suddenly feeling chilly.

Danny turned to walk out when he felt someone grab his arm and twist him around pinning him against the fridge.