Hello readers and reviewers! Thanks for reviewing to all of you who did! I'm really sorry that I missed my deadline for this chapter by a day, but at least it's not 2 days! That would be really bad! Anyway, if you read the Author's Note at the end of my last chappie, sorry about the 'little' cliffie! Muhahaha! Well, here's chapter 6! Hope ya like! Read, Enjoy, and Review!

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Chapter 6: Day 5, Worked Up

(Sam's POV)

I yawned and pondered falling back to sleep when I realized something was holding me still. I opened my eyes and saw Danny sleeping beside me. He had a content smile on his face and his arms were wrapped around me; one in a not-so-innocent spot. I blushed and gently removed his hand from my butt. Okay, you caught me; I sorta dragged it up my side and over me before I put it back, but a girl's gotta have some enjoyment out of life, right? I mean, I've had a huge crush on Danny for what, two years? Oh crap! I did not just say that!

Well, that's when Danny started to wake up. I blushed even deeper when he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"Sleep well, Sammy?" He asked, his smile bordering a smirk. I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Yeah, how 'bout you? Are you feeling better?" His face fell and I could tell that the events of last night were coming back to him in full. He shivered.

"I don't want to go back. Not today anyway. Can I hang out here?" Poor, scared Danny. I just couldn't say no to him and that damn puppy dog pout.

"Okay, as long as you don't bore me to death." I said, grinning. He frowned,

"I'm not boring; I don't know how to be boring!"

And with that he got up and threw one of my pillows at me. I started laughing with him and grabbed my other pillow, bashing him upside the head with it.

"Hey, not so hard!" He whined, smacking me with his pillow.

"Awww, is me hurting the poor wittle baby?" I said in a mock baby voice. I then continued to laugh my head off as Danny's relentless pillow attack became more enthusiastic.

"Hey! I'm not a baby!" He cried indignantly, before he burst out laughing again.

Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. We both froze and listened hard.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Manson." Oh crap. Danny's mom! I looked over at where Danny had been standing to find he wasn't there.

"Danny?" I whispered. I felt a hand on my shoulder. He was just invisible.

"Hello Mrs. Fenton. Can we help you?" Well, that's one good thing that came from the Circus Gothica incident; my parents had gotten friendlier with Danny's parents after they saved the town from Lydia's tattoo ghosts.

"Have you seen Danny lately?" I could tell her tone of voice wasn't registering for Danny any more than it was for me. I couldn't tell if Mrs. Fenton was angry, worried, or anything in between.

"No, I'm sorry Mrs. Fenton. Is he missing?"

"I guess you could say that." I heard the door shut and walked over to the window to see Mrs. Fenton climbing into the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle. Once it was out of sight, Danny turned visible again.

"Oh, Danny." I said, turning to my now visible friend. He was shaking more violently than ever.

"See, they are hunting me." He said softly, painfully.

I sighed; I had nothing to say to that. I just didn't know and I couldn't lie, so if I opened my mouth, I was afraid I might scare him even more.

"You stay here. I'm gonna go downstairs and get some breakfast to bring up here." Danny didn't look up to acknowledge my words, so I just walked out of the room.

"Hi Sammikins! Have you seen Danny recently? His mother said he's gone missing." My mom said once I'd reached the kitchen.

"Hey Mom. Yeah, I saw Danny this morning." I said. I grabbed two glasses of orange juice, a premade salad, and a plate of pancakes and headed back upstairs to my room at breakneck speed before my mom could ask any more dangerous questions.

I carried the breakfast tray into my room and set it on the table beside my bed.

"Hey Danny? Breakfast's ready." I said softly, walking over to him. I could tell he'd fallen asleep again, so I nudged him softly.

"Danny? Wake up." He rolled over onto his back. His face was shining with sweat and his hair was damp with it.

"Danny?" I said again, beginning to worry.

His eyes fell half open and he looked up at me. His half-mass eyes scared me even more. I brushed his damp hair out of his eyes and put my hand to his forehead. I gasped and yanked my hand away.

"Danny! You're burning up!"

"They are hunting me." He moaned miserably. Oh gosh! That's what happened! He got way too worked up about his parents knowing his secret and he made himself sick! I bit my lip as I looked down at him. He looked so helpless.

"Stay put." I said to him as I ran to the bathroom to try to find something to cool him down.

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere." I heard Danny mutter as I came back with a few small towels (some soaked in cold water) and a thermometer. I stuck the device in his mouth and dried his face off before I set one of the wet towels on his forehead. He opened his mouth to complain, but I cut him off.

"Danny, I don't have anything else to keep you cool, so you're just going to have deal with the cold towels." He made a face, but remained quiet.

The thermometer beeped and I took it out of Danny's mouth.

"Oh no. Danny, why do you do this to yourself?" I moaned. The thermometer read 105o. I knew this was pretty bad, but it really didn't help that Danny's usual temperature was 95o. I'd made sure of his normal temperature after he became a halfa and I hadn't been surprised at all that it was lower than normal; after all, he was half dead. Danny shrugged and pulled the blankets over him, still shivering.

I frowned at him. "Danny, I'm supposed to be cooling you down, not heaping blankets over you." I said simply. He gave me a hurt look, but threw the covers off, making a good show of shivering and curling up into a ball. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I couldn't stand to look at him, and he knew it. He was basking in all its glory, too! Ugh, if he makes it through this, he's gonna be a full ghost!

Within minutes of becoming a pitiful ball of burning fever, Danny fell asleep. I sat down on the edge of the bed and adjusted the cold towel on his forehead before going over to my computer and turning it on. I logged on to my account and pulled up the Internet.

I tried to play a few games, but even Doomed couldn't keep my mind off of Danny. I sure hoped he'd be all right. I sighed and shut my laptop off. It was no use. I walked back over and replaced the now warm towel on Danny's forehead with another cold one. That's when I realized he was shaking again. Why me? Why him I thought sadly. Oh, if only I could put those blankets over him to keep him warm. But no, the blankets would trap the heat coming off his own body and it would only make him worse.

I sighed again and felt tears threaten to spill from my eyes. I tried with all I had to keep them in, but those stubborn things came down anyway. That's when the idea struck me. Body heat shouldn't hurt him, and it should keep him warmer without his body temperature going off the charts! I was happy enough for him that my tears stopped flowing and I wiped the remains of them from my face.

I climbed onto my bed and lay down against Danny. He groaned in his sleep and turned towards me, wrapping his arms around the source of the warmth, me. I snuggled closer and ran my fingers through his sweat dampened hair. I'm gonna kill Tucker when Danny gets better! It's his fault Danny's in this mess in the first place!

I lay with him for half an hour, just keeping him comfortable and rubbing his shoulders before I too, fell asleep.

Hours later when I woke up, I realized that Danny had rolled away from me. The sheets around him were wet with sweat and his breathing seemed the slightest bit inconsistent. I got up and moved to the table beside my bed, where the breakfast tray remained untouched, and picked the thermometer up. I slid it into Danny's mouth and under his tongue, hoping I wouldn't wake him. He needed his sleep.

Two minutes later, the thermometer beeped and I pulled it out of Danny's mouth. I sighed in relief and a smile graced my features. 99o! His fever was going down! I leaned down and hugged him. I didn't realize he'd woken up until his arms encircled me.

"Hi Sammy." He said, obviously a bit surprised to wake up and find me wrapped around him.

"Hey Danny. How are you feeling?" I asked, pulling away. Danny frowned for a minute, as if trying to figure out just exactly how he was feeling.

"Um, I'm feeling better. I'm not cold anymore and that's a start. My head still hurts, though."

"Well, your temperature is 99o now!" I told him, smiling.

"99? What was I before?" Danny asked.

"105." I answered. He groaned.

"I hate being sick." He muttered, closing his eyes in annoyance. I smiled.

"Do you want the leftover breakfast?"

A few hours later, the breakfast tray was empty and Danny and I were playing cards. I'd made him stay in bed (much to his dismay, because apparently, he was back to his stubborn self) and I'd taken my computer chair over to the table beside the bed.

"Ha! Beat you again." Danny said triumphantly. He said he was feeling fine now, but he still had a bit of a temperature.

"I don't know how you beat me. Are you cheating?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. Danny looked hurt.

"Do you really think I would cheat you?" He asked. I just laughed.

"Okay, let's check your temperature again." Danny bit his lip and turned his head up stubbornly. I sighed.

"Danny, I'm not going to let you out of bed until I'm sure your temperature is back down to 95o, so you can both cooperate and get out of bed, or you can just stay there." I said firmly.

(Danny's POV)

I'd turned my nose up at the thermometer, so Sam threatened to keep me in bed. I knew she couldn't do any such thing; ghost powers have their benefits and I said so.

"Danny Fenton! If I have to, I'll go strait into my closet and tie you to that bed with the Fenton Fisher!" She said crossly. I blinked. This not being able to lie thing made Sam even scarier. I reluctantly opened my mouth and stuck my tongue over the cold metal of the thermometer.

"Very good, Danny. Thank you." Sam said, grinning. I stuck my tongue out at her as best I could with the thermometer in my mouth. She just started laughing.

The thermometer beeped and I went to grab it, but Sam beat me to it.

"Don't you even think about using your ghost powers to cool this thing down." She said, obviously trying to hide a smile. I frowned and crossed my arms. That was exactly what I'd been planning to do. When I looked back up, Sam was smiling.

"Well?" I said, trying not to get my hopes up.

"95o! You're back to normal!" She practically screamed, throwing her arms around me.

"Ugh! You're suffocating me, Sam!" I choked out. She let go and grinned sheepishly.

"So, let's go back to your place." Sam said casually. I froze.

"No, not today." I pleaded. Sam sighed, her expression downcast.

"Danny, you know you have to go back." She said softly. I knew she was right, but that didn't calm my nerves any.

"I know, just give me a day to get over being sick and come up with an explanation. I've lied to them for a long time." I said, hanging my head. Sam caved at that.

"Fine, you can stay. But tomorrow you have to go and tell your parents what happened. Oh, and I get the bed tonight. Alone." We both blushed deeply and turned away at that.

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Well, there's chapter 6! Hope everyone liked it! Please review and tell me what you think!

-WriterGirl713, the Devil's Angel and Master of Fluff