"Faeries?" Sam asked herself as she looked on the book that had been delivered today. A shop on the internet that she commonly visited had sent her a gift. It was a relatively small hard-back book with a picture of a small robed figure sitting on a toadstool with wings on the front of it.

Shrugging, Sam started to read. Maybe it would take her mind off her current problems. Those current problems being highly complicated in nature.

First off, she was starting to work up the courage to ask out the hunky half-ghost that saved her life on a regular basis. That was good. What wasn't good was the fact that not only did she like him, but Sam also had a developing crush for his sister.

She sighed loudly. Sam knew it was screwed up. She knew it was wrong to have these feelings, but…

They both moved the same way. That same grace. Danny was brave where Jazz was sensitive. Jazz was knowledgeable where Danny was strong. They fit together so well. They actually got along, which was more than she could say for most siblings. Being who she was, Sam had also noticed how Jazz treated her brother.

Those small kisses on the cheek. Those little hugs. The fact that they were now more and more frequent. So…Jazz had a thing for Danny. Danny, as far as Sam could tell was oblivious to it. Sam had a thing for both the Fenton's children. Jazz didn't seem to know about it, and Danny was only slightly less oblivious to her intentions than he was to Jazz's.

That was how the situation as it panned out. Sam groaned. It would take nothing more than an act of God to resolve this situation without all three parties suffering emotional damage. High above her, Loki, God of mischief snickered. Sam's plea was all that it took. He was A god, after all. And he could always be…helpful to people who asked for it. Snapping his fingers, Loki divinely intervened for the second time that day.

Jazz getting slimed was also his fault. Officially, Sam had entered a plea .2 seconds before he intervened with Jazz, so he was free and clear when it came to the rules. Although, if anyone cared to look to any depth at exactly why that company had sent Sam that book, he might be in for quite the punishment.

Back on earth, Sam was startled as a small coin fell out of the book she was holding. Picking up the piece of rounded gold, Sam looked it over. There was a small, winged figure on one side with a leaf on the other. "Faerie gold?" Sam asked herself aloud. It was a good thing she didn't get to let out a scornful laugh like she had planned, because a small man was standing on her bed. Small meaning under two feet. And she had a sinking feeling that she knew what this was about.

"Leprechaun?" Sam asked tiredly.

The creature blinked. Whatever reaction he had been expecting, this wasn't it. "Aye Lass, that I am. May I ask thee why ye nay running for the high hills?"

"Let's just say that my life is already weird enough that I can handle a leprechaun," Sam sighed. "Now, why are you here, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Okay, right to the chase then lass. That's me gold coin you've got there, and I need it back," No sooner had the words left his mouth than the coin was tossed to him. He looked at the girl, surprised. "Nay ye be wanting to keep it lass? All humans I know be wanting for a piece of faerie gold."

"No thanks," Sam said with a little smile. "I don't need gold, or any money for that matter. And the coin obviously means more to you, so you should have it."

The leprechaun blinked. He hadn't expected this. The girl was free of greed, something a rare few humans could boast. She should have been born a faerie, the leprechaun reflected…

That brought up an interesting idea. Maybe the girl would take becoming a member of the faerie folk as a reward. He explained it to the odd girl at length, noting the interested expression her eyes held.

Sam had to admit, the offer was tempting. Being able to fly, cast a few spells, and make a little mischief wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Maybe she could even help Danny…

"Sure," Sam answered. It wasn't like her to just take a leap like this, but the thought of becoming a larger part of Danny, and by association, Jazz's, life, made the risk worth it.

"Then put 'er there, as you Americans say," The leprechaun returned happily, extending a hand. Sam blinked and extended her hand also, touching the small man's warily. For a second, nothing happened, then Sam felt an upsurge of energy. It was familiar, like an old fried you hadn't seen in years, but it was so much stronger.

Then it hit her, she was tapped into the life energy of the planet. The idea just erupted, like she had known about it all along, but a had just realized it.

"Gotta' be goin' now lass, that book there should help you with any problems. My family's gonna' have KFC tonight, see you lass," the leprechaun said, then winked out.

Sam blinked, that had been…odd. Picking up her new book, Sam opened it and began to read up on the chapter about manifesting wings. Sadly the ringing of a phone interrupted her studies. Sighing, she picked up the phone.

"Sam?" Danny's voice asked from the other end.

"Danny? What is it?"

"Do you think you could come over, now? We're having a little bit of a crisis?"

"You-know-what related?" Sam asked. She didn't know weather her parents were listening or not, so just to be on the safe side.

"Kind of, I'll explain when you get here," Danny said hurriedly and hung up.

Sam tossed the phone on her bed and pulled a small bag from her closet. Tossing two changes of clothes and her book into it, Sam walked out to the common room.

"Mom?" Sam asked warily.

"They just went out sweetie," Sam's grandmother said from her place under a lamp with a book.

"Oh," Sam said, visibly relieved. "Hey gram? Can I go over to Danny's to spend the night?"

"Sure sweetie," The elderly woman replied with a smirk.