A/N: Wow…just wow guys. The response I got for last chapter completely blew me away…thank you all so much for the reviews! This chapter doesn't have too much to with advancing the plot, pretty much just some fluff and regaining some memories. Maybe a wee bit of foreshadowing…insert evil smile here.
Maybe I should add a small lime warning here as well…well, if there is it will be light.
I hope you all enjoy!
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Ashes to Ashes
PartTen: Growth
"I still really don't see the point of doing this every day," a tired looking, dark haired boy moaned from his sitting position on the couch. He looked imploringly over at his similarly dark haired companion as she purposely ignored his wide blue eyes and continued to flip through the leather-bound book. "And for so long each day! Come on Sam, can't we take a break or something…I'm sure I liked going to the mall or something."
"Actually," the lilac eyed girl responded with a knowing smirk playing across her face. "You hate going to the mall ever since you were blamed for nearly blowing the place up in our junior year during a fight with Skulker…do you remember Skulker?"
"Uh…the hunter guy?"
"Ghost, Danny…he's a hunter ghost," Sam answered with a laugh at his befuddled expression. Danny was really trying so hard to remember his life, but the issues surrounding ghosts were taking longer than usual to return. "And as to your first question, we do this every day because it helps you remember…you were here in these pictures and it helps stimulate what else happened." Sam cocked her now pouting friend a knowing look and asked in an almost evil, sweet tone, "Would you rather get help remembering by talking with Jazz for three hours?"
"What? No!" Danny exclaimed with a frantic shake of his head, now making the gothic beauty break out into uncharacteristic giggles. Danny was really too easy to predict!
"Didn't think so," Sam answered with another smirk as she flipped the page of her scrapbook to one where she, Danny, and Tucker were crowded outside a restaurant in freshman year. "Now, look at this one Danny…remember anything?"
Danny studied the picture for a moment with a cute frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and biting his bottom lip as he tried to recall the snapshot's moment in time. Sam had to almost will herself to not lean over and kiss him right at that moment, knowing full well that her kissing him was not going to help the amnesiac boy. It had been very hard at first, especially when he began remembering her, but she had held out for so long…she could wait a little longer until he felt comfortable enough for kissing.
It had been a little over three weeks since Danny's pseudo breakdown and his decision to let his family and friends help him remember his life, and Sam had enjoyed most of it. His family had started him off with his early childhood, he seemed to remember an incident where he was unable to have a puppy when he was five foremost, and then included Sam and Tucker more as they progressed into early school years. With only a few relapses, Danny was able to remember most of his early childhood with ease…even if he was still having trouble with recalling the people involved correctly without prompting. He was remembering the situation and that, in and of itself, was enough for right now.
In addition to the family therapy, Jazz had also called a psychiatrist friend of hers from New York and asked if she could come down to help her brother for a little bit over the summer. Dr. Madison James specialized in post traumatic stress cases, and had been a guest speaker for one of Jazz's lectures, so Danny agreed to it as long as Sam stayed in the room with him. Sam made sure to keep Danny away from any stories that might hint to his ghost powers (he had made mention of going from the cafeteria to the school roof when Dr. James asked about a school incident, not knowing that he had floated through the ceilings in ghost mode whilst chasing after a rogue spook…that could have been awkward), and also encouraged him to talk about Riley if a memory ever surfaced.
From what Dr. James could determine, the hospital doctors' reports reported, and what Sam's pendant seemed to tell her, it looked like Danny had not been raped while with Riley; this helped both his parents and sister sleep easier at night. However, that knowledge didn't stop Danny from having nightmares at night, sometimes so bad Sam had to come over in the early morning hours to help comfort him through the pendant more than a few times. He could never remember anything beyond a feeling and sounds when he woke up, but he was still extremely skittish around his father and Jazz's new boyfriend Mikey.
However, even though Danny was recovering his memories at a somewhat sluggish pace, Dr. James seemed very optimistic about his recovery, telling Sam and everyone else it was normal for people in Danny's condition to recover at a slower rate. His air path to the brain had been cut off for a sufficiently long time…the petite doctor was surprised that the blue-eyed boy hadn't suffered brain damage on top of the amnesia. Over all, a semblance of normalcy had started to reign over the Fenton household and everyone had high hopes that Danny would recover his memory before the end of summer.
That only left the problem of Danny remembering his ghost powers…nearly every moment that involved a ghost or his powers was terribly hard for Danny even to recall the situation happening. His powers often spooked him whenever they flared up, which thankfully wasn't all that often, and the strong control he had developed over four years had dwindled down into nothing. Sam would have found the situation terribly funny if not for the severity of the events which caused the amnesia; it all reminded her of the time when Desiree had wiped out Danny's ghost powers due to a wish she made. It had been very funny then, and she had even got a kiss from Danny out of it (not that he remembered even with his memory), but it was starting to become an issue now.
You see, Danny's absence did not go unnoticed by the denizens of the Ghost Zone and after a month and a half of wondering what happened to the half ghost they were starting to investigate. Danny rarely fought the nemeses from his younger days; they had formed a somewhat shaky understanding after the car accident incident with Vlad a year ago, and the ghosts honorably upheld that oath. That didn't mean that all of the ghosts liked Danny or even went into the agreement though. Spectra and Bertrand did not sign the treaty; neither did Walker and his goons, or Ghost Writer, although he wasn't much of a threat. A nasty ghost called Machina that Danny faced off with during prom week sophomore year didn't either, and there was a young girl who floated in a flower field who hadn't either, but her story is a mystery for another time. Countless others were vehemently against the peace, but many were for it, liking a little relaxation in the afterlife. In particular, the spirits enforced it, and now it was the Seasonal spirits who were controlling most of the Ghost Zone's traveling to the Human realm.
In fact, just earlier that week Ember had flown in to check up on the, as she put it, 'little dipstick that grew on her' and Sam had to relate bits and pieces of what happened while Danny stared at the rocker in morbid fascination. Skulker had popped in a little later on that week, and after muttering something about pelts adorning his mantle, he promised to help the spirits keep the more vengeful ghosts at bay until Danny got well. Those two still didn't get along, despite the fact that he had also signed the treaty, and Sam could tell that Skulker would still love Danny for his collection. Not that she told Danny though…his poor psyche probably couldn't take it right now.
"Sam?" Danny asked in a loud and impatient voice, which suggested that wasn't the first time he had called out her name. The black-haired girl blinked a few times out of her thoughts and focused back on the present and the very annoyed looking half ghost sitting next to her with an attempt at an angry glare placed on his face. He always believed that he could pull off one of those menacing glares well, but the truth was he could only do it when extremely pissed off…the rest of the time he just looked adorable.
"Sorry," Sam replied with a shrug as she put the wayward thoughts away for the moment. "Zoned out for a minute…remember anything?"
"I think…" Danny said with a frown as he turned his attention back to the picture. "I think that this is right before we started high school…"
"Anything else?" Sam pressed as she leaned forward.
"Uh…I think we ate there…"
"Well no shit Sherlock," Sam answered with a laugh as she swatted his arm. "What about what we ate? Can you remember anything about that? We all ordered and I got a salad and then…"
"And then Tucker tricked you into eating some of the meat in his hamburger when you went to the bathroom," Danny finished with a faraway look on his face, oblivious to the completely ecstatic look on Sam's face which turned into awed as he continued. "He hid the chopped up meat in your salad and you were so mad at him when you found out…you threatened to take his PDA away…I snorted soda out my nose that day too from laughing so hard…I had fun that day…"
"Oh Danny!" Sam exclaimed as she threw her arms around the now surprised boy's neck. "That's wonderful! You really remembered it, and not just what happened, you remembered your reaction and how you felt! You were talking as if you remembered us again Danny…that's great!"
"Uh, thanks Sam," Danny responded with a shaky grin as the girl withdrew her arms and sat back down on the couch next to him. She was still dangerously close though and he felt an overwhelming desire to do something spontaneous when the petite girl brushed some of his midnight locks out of his eyes. Thankfully, he was saved by some unknown deity as Tucker and Valerie barged into the room, faces flushed from some sort of activity.
Now, Sam and Danny, the latter unconsciously of course, might have wished those flushed faces came from their two friends getting over that nasty bump from friends to more than friends, but it was probably just from arguing. Weeks of suppressed sexual tension were starting to take its toll on the two dark skinned teens, and while Sam could relate, she didn't pity them. It's not like either one of them had amnesia and would probably hit the other if one tried to attempt anything physical. Yes, Sam Manson was becoming quite bitter at her two stubborn friends…it was getting some what sad really.
"Hey guys," Danny exclaimed with a lopsided grin as the two red faced teens marched into the living room of the Fenton abode. "I remembered a whole memory today…or at least a lot of part of one…"
"Really? That's great man!" Tucker exclaimed with a smile as he strode away from a still scowling Valerie and stopped directly in front of the seated youths. "Which one?"
"Where you put hamburger in my salad at Nasty Burger right before we started freshmen year," Sam answered with an evil smirk as she fixed the now nervous looking techno-lover with a glare. Valerie happened to find this funny and finally left her post by the door with a smile and stood beside Sam. "I still haven't gotten you back for that Tuck…you better watch out for wheatgrass in your hot dog this Fourth of July."
Everyone, even Danny to an extent, laughed at the meat-lover's expense and Tucker's only reply was an incoherent 'whatever' towards Sam as he tried to keep the smile off his face. It was finally starting to feel like old times again around the Fenton house and the 'Fantastic Four' as Maddie Fenton had taken to calling them after Valerie started to hang out with them. They were the 'Three Stooges' for a while, or 'Dork Trio' as Dash and his cronies liked to refer to them as, but a fourth member null and voided those titles. Tucker was so happy to see Danny, his best friend for so long, actually remember who he was that he didn't care if he was made fun of a bit. He thought of it as karma for teasing Sam about Danny all those years…that had started way before high school even.
"Ghost hunting all right?" Sam asked Valerie, ignoring the still slightly shocked look on Danny's face. He was remembering, but that didn't mean casual talk of hunting 'make-believe' creatures still didn't weird him out a bit.
"Kind of slow to be honest," Valerie answered with a confused look on her face as she sat in a chair opposite the couch. "It's starting to make me wonder what's going on you know? I mean, I know that Bruma and her gang are helping us out a lot, but I've hardly fought a spook all week! I guess it's a good thing but my gut's telling me that something's up."
"Well," Sam said with a resigned sigh as she pushed off the couch, Danny mirroring her movements. "There's not too much we can do about that right now. You should let Bruma know what you think when she visits, and we'll all just have to help Danny get better faster."
To be completely honest, Sam agreed full-heartedly with Valerie on this one, the pendant around her neck seemed to be hinting towards something big. It was strange that there was no activity here…but it was even stranger that the ghosts weren't fighting amongst themselves as well. Sam had not tried to focus her mind on the pendant recently, afraid that she'd get pulled into Danny's fragile mind, but every passing day the temptation to figure out what was going on got greater. It was vexing to say the least.
"We should go down to the lab and wait for Bruma," Sam said after everyone, well not really Danny because he still didn't understand completely what they were talking about, mulled over Valerie's information. "We can get in some ghost training while we're at it."
"Aw man!" Danny moaned as he dragged his feet down the stairs after Sam. He hated these ghost sessions…he always ended up with his pants down! He briefly wondered why that was so familiar, and after a short flash of a pretty Latino girl and a strict looking teacher he shook his head and followed the other three into his parents' lab.
He looked around at all the equipment as the others set things up so nothing valuable would be destroyed or damaged, taking in the alien, yet familiar science lab. It was the swirling green vortex that always captured his attention though…it was almost like it was calling to him. He didn't remember it doing that before…it had just been a pull, not so compelling. As if he couldn't control his body, Danny took a hesitant step towards the portal, following the strange voice that he could 'hear' in his head. He was s close…almost touching it when suddenly—
"Danny?" a concerned voice asked him as a small hand wrapped around his thin wrist. He looked up with startled, confused sapphire eyes into amethyst ones that mirrored the tone she was using. "Are you all right…do you want to lie down and skip the training session today?"
"No, no," Danny answered with a slight shake of his head, backing away from the portal, telling himself that the voice was just a figment of his tired mind. He strengthened his resolve and said in a firm voice, "I need to do these sessions if I want to get better…I can't keep relying on you, Tuck, and Val. If all these ghosts that didn't make some agreement with me are really planning an attack or whatever, than I'm going to have to be able to do something."
Sam just shook her head and smiled; forgetting her concern as quickly as it had came and led the boy back towards the center of the lab. He was starting to say things like he used to, becoming the boy he had been without even realizing it. Sam just hoped that once he fully remembered his time with Riley, and even the apartment incident two weeks prior to that, he would still be the same boy she had fallen in love with.
"Yeah yeah hero," Sam replied with a smirk as she walked away and joined the half circle around him. "Well, let's get started. You have to protect us helpless humans after all."
Danny scowled at her while both Tucker and Valerie snickered before transforming into his ghost state, jet-black turning to snowy white and deep azure changing into a glowing verdant. After a few failed attempts, and a week of practice, Danny was able to change into his ghost form as easily as he used to…to bad he couldn't control the powers that went with it. More often than not he ended up sinking into the floor or shooting out an ectoplasmic blast without warning.
They really didn't work on to much different stuff, mainly floating (which Danny had done pretty well), flying (not so much), and the occasional ectoplasm energy blasts (the reason why the other three all wore some type of armor made from Maddie Fenton's dreaded kitchen utensils). It usually ended up being a good laughing sessions for the four friends, and it helped Danny remember times when they would hang out, usually events right before a ghost attack. In all, even though Danny complained about the ghost training because he said it embarrassed him and made him feel like a five ear old; all four truly enjoyed the time they spent in the Fenton lab.
Just as this day's session was about to end, Sam deciding to have mercy on Danny after he sunk through the floor for the fourth time and careened into a wall while attempting flying, a familiar figure materialized in the lab, making a bright blue mist puff out of Danny's mouth. As he gasped and tried to scrap off his tongue, which now tasted funny and was cold apparently, Sam greeted the winter spirit with a smile and the other teens waved hello.
"Greetings children," Bruma said in her cold, slightly arrogant voice. This tone may have annoyed the three ghost fighters at first, Danny notwithstanding since he didn't even know her before he lost his memory, but hey eventually came to appreciate the frosty woman. Sam in particular liked her…she had a wicked sense of humor and an even sharper tongue when she loosened up from her cold demeanor. Not that she could help it all that much…she was the spirit of winter after all.
"Everything all right with the family Bruma?" Sam asked with the smile still in place as Danny finally managed to change back into human form, only to have his pants go intangible and fall down. As he growled and pulled them back up, Bruma answered the Goth's question.
"Yes, they are all well child," Bruma answered with a flick of her braided rainbow hair. "They send their greetings and hope to see you again…hopefully under more auspicious circumstances."
Sam blushed as she remembered their last full meeting with the Seasonal spirits. She had been straddling Danny in the hospital and he had woken up with a 'who the hell are you' face…it was embarrassing to say the least. "Yeah well…me too I guess. Any news from the Ghost Zone or Spirit Realm?"
"I'm interested if anything's going down with the ghosts," Valerie said suddenly, determined to have her worried voiced. "They've all been quiet and I can't help but get the feeling like there's a reason behind that."
"I do not believe your worry is unfounded Hunter," Bruma addressed Valerie with respect, using a name she deemed Val had earned. "However, I assure you that the spirits are doing everything in their power to make sure the ghosts do not cause serious damage during this time of Danny's healing. I would keep a sharp eye though on those you do fight…watch for tendencies or mannerisms not normally displayed understood?"
Valerie nodded her head with determination before flashing a smile at the stoic spirit. She had said her piece and was happy, let the winter spirit talk to Sam alone if she wanted. Bruma paused and silently asked Tucker if he had anything he wished to discuss, and when she received a no she gestured to Sam and the two headed towards a private sector of the lab away from the others. Once sure that the others weren't listening and were to busy laughing at Danny's amazing falling pants, Bruma began to speak in soft, low tones meant only for Sam.
"Are you well girl?" Bruma asked as she surveyed Sam for herself, taking in any and every possible sign of injury or fatigue.
"Fine, I'm fine," Sam answered with a wave of her hand at the spirit's mother-like actions sometimes. Flora, the older sister of the bunch, was much more maternal, but sometimes Bruma felt the need from time to time apparently.
"Good," the rainbow-tressed woman answered as she adopted a serious look on her face. "You do not have much longer girl…the ghosts, both good and ill, are beginning to stir at the absence of the hybrid. They know something is wrong with him and I believe it is more than just merit in the Hunter's observations. They are planning some sort of offensive, and unfortunately, they are aware that Clockwork bestowed Merlin's pendant to Danny…I fear they may try to reclaim it for the Ghost Zone. This puts you in danger…how much longer until he is well?"
"I don't know," Sam answered honestly, hanging her head at the new information being given to her. "He's remembering his life wonderfully and he's acting like his old self…but he hasn't really remembered his ghost powers and, as you can tell, he's completely forgotten how to use them. There's also the issue that he hasn't remembered fully his time with Riley…I don't know what that'll do to him Bruma."
"Well, you will just have to help him overcome it won't you?" Bruma asked imperiously before going to a softer tone at the sight of the girl's defiant gaze. Yes, she certainly did care for this hybrid, but he was going to need more than care if her suspicions were correct. "Girl, you must understand this. I know that you wish to shield the boy form the awful events that befell him, but if he cannot overcome those feelings he will not survive the conflict I fear is coming. I will not lie to you, most ghosts and spirits do not like the idea of a half human half ghost being…some call it abomination."
"Machina…that's what she called him," Sam murmured to herself before shooting wide lilac eyes into black ones.
"Yes, she is part of a sect that does not believe that he should exist…especially if he has a human mate. The spirits, while more lenient to the idea, think only of the prophecy revolving the hybrid and do not necessarily care about his life…you must admit, the idea of a creature being both alive and dead at the same time is something of a monstrosity."
"Danny is not a monster!" Sam hissed passionately, eyes and pendant glowing with emotion.
"Did I say he was?" Bruma answered calmly, raising an eyebrow delicately. "I said his condition is, not he himself. The other one, Vlad as you name him, is however, and does not put halfas in a good light. I wish I could say that things will be easy for Danny when he is well, but unfortunately he will be thrown into the politics of the Ghost Zone whether he wills it or not. You must help him work past what will trouble him girl, if you want him to live to father your children he must."
"I am not getting pregnant right now all right?" Sam hissed out in an almost desperate tone. "I'm eighteen for God's sake! I don't care if some stupid augury says that our children are going to be some kind of messiah like beings, you cannot force me to do something like this!"
"Samantha," Bruma sighed, using her name for once, that in and of itself made Sam calm down a bit. "I am not trying to anger you or force you to do something you do not wish. I am merely trying to inform you of the severity of the situation at hand now…you cannot coddle him any longer if things in the Ghost Zone continue down this path. There are dangerous and more fearful things residing in the Ghost Zone than knights and dragons…nightmares reside there as well. Creatures of old that you cannot possibly imagine…they want the pendant because it is a talisman…a hidden talisman in fact."
"Hidden talisman?" Sam asked with a frown as she fingered the necklace. "What does that mean?"
"I cannot further explain right now child," Bruma replied with a slightly apologetic expression on her glowing face. "I must leave to attend to matters in my realm…I feel my siblings' call. Just know this child…watch over the hybrid very closely, especially when you bring him near the portal in such a weakened state. I will see you again in three days."
"Wait! Why watch him near the portal? Did you see him acting strange there earlier too?"
"No child," Bruma answered with a grim look on her face. "But that is for me to worry about now, not you. Concentrate on making him well again child…I will see you in three days."
Before Sam could respond further, the winter spirit disappeared as swiftly as she had appeared, leaving Sam even tenser and worried than before. She wanted to desperately tell Tucker and Valerie the news she had just learned, but knew she couldn't…all four of the Seasons had forbade her from doing so. A security matter or something. She forced on a happy smile, one that she hoped would keep fooling her friends for the moment; it usually would never work with how perceptive Tucker was, but all the attention was focused on Danny currently so she stood a shot.
"Everything all right?" Valerie asked as Tucker and Danny joked about something the halfa apparently remembered in her absence.
Sam paused for a moment, considering her words carefully as a turmoil of emotions brewed in her mind. Everything was certainly not fine! She was being pressured to get pregnant by undead spirits, her boyfriend was still amnesiac and was possibly going to die by the end of the summer if he didn't remember everything, Ghost Zone denizens were apparently racist beings towards halfas, some attack was being planned, and not a single word had been heard from Vlad (which Sam deduced as a bad sign since it was he who sprung Riley out of prison to 'break' Danny)! Everything was not okay!
"Yeah," Sam replied with a smile to hide her scream. "Everything's fine."
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After Tucker and Valerie left, considerably kinder towards each other than they had been when they first arrived, Sam decided to take Danny on a small tour around Amity Park while there was still daylight left. They stopped at Casper High, the Nasty Burger, and the mall before heading back towards his house. Each place they stopped at, Danny remembered a little bit more, and Sam couldn't help but forget her worries somewhat at his child-like happiness whenever he regained a memory. Besides, thinking of him as a child was helping her keep her hormones under control…it was gross to want to make out and touch a kid.
Why was she having such a problem with this? Danny seemed perfectly fine over there, but then again, why shouldn't he? 'He remembers me as a friend, not as a lo-…girlfriend,' she thought to herself ruefully. It really was very frustrating…and everything else going on certainly wasn't helping her stress level.
The funny thing, Sam didn't know that Danny was having similar thoughts running through his head as they walked back up the stairs in his house towards his room where Sam's extra clothing lay. He had a violent nightmare the night before and, somehow, had called to her and she came…just like she always did when he 'called.' They really weren't the same as Sam's, mainly because he didn't remember them becoming a couple, at least not clearly, but he was still an eighteen year old boy walking alongside a pretty girl. Boys will be boys as they say.
And so, both having incredibly hormonal thoughts towards one another, the two best friends shared a slightly awkward pause as Sam gathered her things and prepared to leave. But she didn't…and he wasn't doing anything to stop her…God being a teenager with amnesia was a shitty situation!
"So," Sam said awkwardly, inwardly cursing herself for sounding like an eight grader with a crush. "Um, I think I need to get heading home… my parents will flip if I don't show up for dinner tonight. We've got some boring relatives from New Hampshire coming over for some reason…"
"Oh, that sucks," Danny said lamely, cursing himself for sounding like a moron. "Sorry about that. I uh—umm…I wish you didn't have to, you know, go."
Sam looked over at Danny with an unexpected gleam in her eyes, taking in the light flush on his face with a small smile. She opened her mouth to say something else, anything else to fill the awkward silence in between them, when any words she had died as he closed the distance between them and placed his lips on hers. It was neither soft nor hard, just a simple pressure before he pulled away and looked into her eyes with darkened blue orbs. It didn't take anymore words between them for their lips to meet again, her hands tangling in his dark locks and his finding their way to her waist, bringing her flush against him.
Neither really was thinking about what they were doing as their tongues slipped in and out of each other's mouths and as Danny found himself pinning the smaller girl between a wall and his own body. It all seemed so familiar to him, what he was doing…he knew this! She let out a soft moan in his mouth as he pressed closer, her hands slipping underneath his shirt to caress the newly healed skin beneath, his bandages now only covering the lower half of his torso. It was like every inch of their bodies was on fire…every touch excited a nerve and sent something shiver down to their toes.
Danny, not really sure where he got the idea from, placed his hands on Sam's slim hips and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist, which she did, breaking the kiss only long enough to smile at him and angel her head to better explore his mouth. He broke away from her mouth and began kissing his way down the arch of her neck, feeling something in him stir at the soft gasps she let out as he focused on an area and his hands slipped under her loose shirt, stroking her stomach. Whatever this feeling in him was, he recognized it…he could almost feel what she desperately wanted him to feel.
Sam, when she wasn't thinking about how nice she felt at the moment under Danny's ministrations, just kept thinking how ironic this whole thing was. Her and Danny hadn't really been together all that long, and most of that time was spent with him with amnesia, but here they were, going much farther physically than they did when he had all his memories. It was all very surreal…but a nice surreal.
Danny's lips found hers again as his hands moved farther up her torso, her hands returning to his soft hair that always looked so messy. Neither could see through the haze of passion that enveloped them so suddenly, and neither was going to stop…too bad nature has a funny sense of humor.
"Sam!" Jazz's voice came from downstairs, shocking both Danny and the aforementioned lilac-eyed girl out of their kiss. "Your mom's on the phone! She says that you Uncle Joseph and Aunt Miriam are waiting to see you! What are you doing?"
"Nothing!" Sam yelled down in a flustered tone that made Danny wince due to his close proximity. She blew a wayward strand of hair out of her face that reminded Danny very much of a scene from a Disney movie about a mermaid and looked at Danny with a slightly shy look. "I guess that's the cue to stop."
"Uh yeah," Danny said with a lopsided smile that seemed to make his sparkle like the stars…oh God, now she was just getting ridiculous. He removed his hands from under her shirt as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist, both straightening out their rumpled clothing quickly. She grabbed up her things and made for the door quickly, hoping to hide the blush and doubt from the young man, but he stopped her by putting his arm in front of her before heading out the door.
"Sam…" he said softly, taking his eyes off the ground to look in her hopeful eyes. "I want to tell you what you want to hear but…but I can't. I feel it, I really do! What we just did…I know that feeling, but I can't remember it properly…you're worth more than just an empty word from someone who can't remember why. But I…I know it's there Sammy."
Sam wasn't even sure if he knew he had called her by the pet name he'd bestowed upon her when they were five, but it was the first time he'd said that in a month and it told her he really was telling the truth. He felt the love he had for her…he just had to remember why it was there. She reached up to grab his hand softly and kissed him chastely on the cheek and then on the lips before pulling back and smiling at him.
"I love you Danny. I know you'll remember and find your way back to me again. I'll be waiting…I don't care how long it takes." She opened the door and began walking down the hall when his voice stopped her and made her swivel around.
"I want to do that some more Sam," he said with a grin that made Sam think he was just fine, like he had been. "I want to do that a lot."
She laughed softly and nodded her head, showing wordlessly she agreed with him, and turned back around to walk down the stairs, say goodbye to the Fentons and Mikey, and exit the house to head towards her car. Right before she got in her car, she looked up to Danny's window and saw him smiling at her, a smile that she returned before climbing down into her car. As she started her car and drove away from the house towards her own home she looked out the window to look at the stars starting to peek out in the night sky.
'His eyes were glittering like the stars…so happy and bright…'
Oh, corniness be damned! If it was true, who was to argue?
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A/N: Hehe, I liked this one too. Only a mild lime here, but I bet I got some of you to blush…can't decide if I want to add anything heavier here in this story or not. Definitely happening in the sequel but right now all my smut attention's going towards a new story I have in the works…damn the plot bunnies. Damn them to hell I say!
Okay, action picks back up next chapter…would you like a sample? Well, since I haven't written it yet I can't do that, but I ca tell you some of the elements. There will be a very BAD memory, more fluff and not between who you might think, a villain and minions, and general baddiness, and…maybe a rebirth? Gosh, I'm so evil I can't stand it!
Well, you guys know the drill, review por favor and I'll bake you all virtually Danny Phantom brownies! I love hearing what everyone thinks! Until next time!
Oh, and this is for you Nons: "Chuck Norris once went to a frat party, and proceeded to roundhouse every popped collar in sight. He then drank three kegs and shit on their floor, just because he's Chuck Norris."
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