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 4: Go out in public for one

Around one am, 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 refrigerator.

"Hey sweetheart. I usually don't hit girls, but today is a different story." Danny stared up at the tall silhouette trying to make out details desperately when he was punched.

'Shoot no ghost powers!' Danny cursed his luck and was picked up only to be slammed against the fridge again.

"What do you want!" He stammered out amazed at how his voice came out. Part of it reminded him of what Sam would sound like in danger but the bigger part made him realize that this guy wasn't going after him—he was waiting here for Sam.

Sam stared at the roof studying the pattern formed by small rays of light that trespassed through her blinds. Danny had gone down fifteen minutes ago, and it didn't take that long to grab a drink. The small kitchen on the second floor didn't even take a minute to get to.

'Probably got lost' She figured.

Weighing her options she decided while standing up and heading over to the kitchen. After living here so long she already had the number of steps memorized and noticed the kitchen door open. The thought of jumping out at him crossed her mind but not when she heard voices.

"What do you want!" Her voice.

"To do my job. Now hold still." Some guy's voice.

Sam slipped through the door pausing in the doorframe. She wasn't just hearing voices. Some guy did have her—sorry, Danny pinned down and he held a green ecto-blast in his right hand raised above him.

Danny's heart had stopped. This guy was going to kill him, dead, no coming back and Sam would have to live in his body for the rest of her life. He struggled but the firm grip on his shoulder was overpowering.

"Hey!" Sam called finding nothing other to say and before she could move the figure looked up, muttered something and disappeared completely.

The tension drained so quickly she felt like she would turn to water and go with it.

"Danny!" Sam finally snapped out of her trance and rushed to his side.

He was already struggling to get up but failing miserably. Sam caught him under the arm and lifted him into sitting position examining his face. There was a nasty bruise forming, a spilt lip from where he must have bit it, and he looked dazed-- but he was fine.

"Are you okay?" Danny asked her which would have made Sam laugh had it not been a serious situation considering Danny nearly died.

"I'm fine, he vanished once I walked in. What happened?"

Danny set a hand to his head trying to straighten out his thoughts. "I dunno, it must have been a ghost. Just grabbed me when I came in here. They were going to kill me—" Danny stopped in mid sentence and looked at Sam in the eyes. "He was trying to kill you! If you were alone he would have killed you."

Sam paused taking in this information. Danny had nearly died on many different occasions in the past but not like this. At least then he had a fighting chance but Sam(or Sam's body in this case) didn't have goes powers and would have been long gone. It disturbed her, but she could still feel Danny trembling from the close encounter. Sam took a minute picking out her words and finding an appropriate response.

"And if we didn't swap bodies I would be alone." She gave a weak nervous laugh standing up and extending a hand to Danny. "Guess this is a good thing."

Danny nodded taking her hand and even after he stood leading her back to the room he never let her hand go.

"I bet they were trying to get back at me—unless you have some ghost vendettas that you aren't telling me." He smiled at the last part in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere and she gave a short chuckle.

"Now that they know the great halfa is here they won't try again, so try not to worry about it Danny. Not even I am. Once we figure this stuff out we'll deal with it."

It bothered Danny severely, the incident. It was one thing if they went after him, at least that he could understand. But going after his friends of whom have no ghost powers in an attempt to kill—that was something he really needed to deal with. In the meantime though he let go of Sam's hand he hadn't even noticed he was holding and sat back on the bed.

"What would you do without me?" He said with mock pride and phased through the pillow Sam tossed at him.

"Go out in public for one."

Danny muttered a reply but Sam didn't hear him for she had already dropped off into darkness.

"Hold still!" Sam barked following that by a warning growl.

Her day had gone okay this morning. She woke up Danny early so they could hop in the Jacuzzi to avoid the shower scene for at least another day. She'd shaken his shoulder in effort to draw him from his slumber and by instinct he jerked up and cracked there heads together. From there Sam lost her balance on the bed and fell onto him so their lips were mere centimeters away—so close she could feel his breath on her. Sam of course snapped out of it, jerked back and apologized but Danny told her not to be sorry. It wasn't much, but hey a girl could dream.

They hopped in the Jacuzzi and changed into school clothes. Danny couldn't figure out how to work the bra's clasps in the darkness so she had to run over and help him. Then he made a kidding comment something to the extent of 'yeah, I'll have to remember how to get the bra off for the next time I spend a night alone with you'. She blushed and punched him in the arm but still got a laugh out of it.

Now it was just irritating. She was applying her usual black eyeliner on but he kept twitching.

"Does it usually take this long?" He whined remembering to keep his hand clasped in his lap.

He'd already accidentally rubbed off the eye makeup before and it reminded him why he was glad he was a guy.

"Not when I do it. Ten minutes top. Now if just let me finish—" She paused in mid sentence making one last stab at his eye before pulling back and examining her work.

Her body looked fairy decent, hair clothes and makeup wise but even with the concealed the black and blue bruise showed through. The spilt lip had already vanished behind purple lipstick. Almost as if he read her mind Danny reached up and rub his cheek.

"It doesn't fit." He said looking into the small mirror she'd let him use.

"Huh?"

"It doesn't fit your face. You shouldn't have a bruise. If things were normal I'd be all over the guy that gave you it." And he probably still would be when he got his ghost powers back.

It wasn't funny for a guy to hit a girl in the first place, and it definitely angered him when a guy would hit Sam. Sam…his best friend. 'Only best friend. Get any other thoughts out of your head Fenton, she probably isn't into you anyway.' He reminded himself but this morning that same relationship between him and Sam kept popping up.

"Aw that's sweet Danny." She smiled and held out a hand to help him up.

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a/n: where have I been? Busy as all get out, but I finally got a break to post this. I didn't get a chance to proofread it for the second time, and it may geta little corny but cut me a break. Finals for college classes are horrible.

Clip from next chapter:

Paulina strode out of the bathroom swaying her hips and sent a triumphant glance back at Danny. Sam had been waiting for him outside the girls bathroom flipping through a few pages from her English book. She'd hope she made Danny's grade practical but she knew he wouldn't have a problem passing the class now. The only one she had trouble in was the class she didn't share with him, but even that she'd managed to half-ass and she was proud of herself. At least until the Latin high school queen stopped in front of her and that emotion faded quick enough.

"Hey Danny," Paulina cooed batting her eyes in a fashion Sam had seen all to often—just never directed at her. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Nasty Burger with me today?"

"Um…" Sam panicked. She was in Danny's body and had to play the part but this is Paulina—the girl she was hoping Danny would tear down since she'd ever met her!