Surprise! This chapter is special because I'm mixing two of my fanfics, I decided to make 'Tattoo' a part of 'Torn' so, you can consider this a sequel, prequel and the development of that sweet moment Danny and Sam shared.

Chapter Five

Five years Ago

"Sam, please take off these batwings." Danny complained seeing Sam completely covered up while the three of them decided to go once more to the Floody Waters in the hottest day of the summer. Really, Danny was cooking just by looking at her.

"I don't fancy getting a tan, thank you very much." She replied, while sitting down patiently in a small corner where the sunlight wasn't reaching.

"You know, you wouldn't be less 'Goth' if you got a bit tanned. We came here for fun." Tucker said, teasing her. He had come to plan, with Danny early that morning, that today they would get Sam to enjoy the pool with them; besides, she was the only who had never gone through the wild ride in the Terror Mountain.

"I'm not on your way, Tucker." She said, putting her hands on her hips. "You can have fun without me. Now, you two go ahead and splash yourselves to death." She yelled, angrily, turning around and going to a even darker place enjoy the rest of her day cooling down away from the stupid hot sun.

"It's going to be a bit more complicated than we thought." Tucker said to Danny, watching Sam retracting to the girl's bathroom.

"I think it's not just about the tan she's worried about." Danny said, suspiciously. "She walks around in sunlight normally; I think it's something else."

"Maybe she's just paranoid about her looks." Tucker suggested. "I heard girls have tons of complexes about that."

"But it's not a 'girl', Tuck, she's Sam, she's different." Danny said, rising up his hands, still watching the bathroom, to see if Sam was coming out anytime soon.

"Yes, she's different." Tucker pondered. "But she's still a girl."

Tucker had a point. Danny decided that he had to talk to Sam before they came to wrong conclusions. Whatever he was going to do, he didn't want Tucker to see it, so he just walked away, leaning against the wall next to the door of the girl's bathroom.

Tucker watched in the distance, deciding he would be better if he just entered the pool and left the two lovebirds alone.

The door opened and Sam walked out, looking refreshed and was definitely smelling good. She didn't expect to see Danny waiting for her. She had just thought that he and Tucker had gone for some fun and forgotten her like they usually did.

"Hey, Sam." Danny said, like he was seeing her for the first time in the day.

"Danny, you don't have to be with me, go ahead and have fun, I'm all right, really." Sam said, smiling encouragingly at him.

"I'll go, but before that I wanted to ask you something." Danny just had a brilliant plan popping up on his mind.

"I know what you're going to ask," She grinned. "But no, I haven't seen Valerie here."

"I wasn't going to ask that!" Danny blushed. "I was going to ask if your problem with the sun is just because of tan."

"What do you mean?" She asked, confusedly.

"Well, you're a girl and you're beautiful, I think you don't need to hide yourself under these batwings." Danny smiled, doing his best to keep himself from blushing.

It took Sam a whole minute to process what he was telling her. It was true she was shy in walking around in a swimsuit near her two best friends who just in case were boys. It wasn't that she wasn't comfortable with them; it was just that they were boys, best friends, but still boys. They would glance at her, she knew they would.

"Danny… I just…" Sam started, but Danny interrupted her.

"C'mon Sam, it's just Tucker and I." He smiled.

Sam smiled, too, rolling her eyes and giving up. Maybe she could trust them, after all. Even if they looked at her a bit differently, well, it meant she was attractive, right? No reason to feel uncomfortable. She took off her hat and her covers.

Tucker, inside the pool, couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't know what Danny had said, but Sam had just taken out her batwings and was looking completely hot in a red bikini.

Danny had to hold his breathe when he saw how stunning his best friend looked. He was expecting her to be beautiful, but not THAT beautiful. He tried to calm down in racing heart, the last thing he wanted was to make Sam feel uncomfortable.

"See, isn't it much better?" He managed to laugh.

"I guess." She replied, blushing. "I'll race you to the pool." She said and started running before Danny had the chance to move.

As soon as she turned around, Danny had a view that made his heart beat wildly inside his chest. His brain went completely blank and he completely forgot how to run. In Sam's back, right bellow her bikini was a tattoo.

A hot tattoo of a black butterfly.

Sam jumped on the pool right beside Tucker, splashing him on the way in. She broke into the surface, smiling cheerfully. She opened her eyes and saw that both Tucker and Danny were staring at her like they had never seen her before.

"What?" She blushed.

"Sam…" Danny said, his voice failing.

"What?" She repeated, looking at her dumbfounded best friends. She blushed, wondering if she had done something wrong; was her bikini still on? Yes, it was. Why were they looking at her like that?

"When did you get THAT?" Tucker asked from behind her, pointing at her back.

Sam had almost forgotten the tattoo on her back. She sighed in relief when she realized it was just that. She had never told them, had she? She must have forgotten.

"Oh, you mean my tattoo?" She laughed, sitting up on the edge of the pool, while Danny sat by her side, putting his legs on the water. Tucker swam next to them to hear what Sam was going to say.

"I did." Danny replied, looking at the tattoo again and again. For some reason that look incredibly sexy.

"I got it when my grandmother signed an authorization for me. I went to the Punk Street and got one. It was about two or three months ago." She smiled. "Does it look good?"

"Yea." Danny managed to say.

"It looks hot, Sam." Tucker replied, looking at Danny who seemed to be in 'la-la land' just like when he usually sees Paulina, or Valerie. "Looks like Danny is enchanted…" He laughed making Sam blush and Danny snap out of his dream.

"I have always expected you to do wild stuff, but a tattoo?" Danny said, still staring.

"I also have a piercing that I wasn't showing…" She blushed and opened her mouth to show them her pierced tongue. "And another tattoo that my decent bikini hides." She teased them, even though she couldn't help but blush.

"Wow!" Tucker said, flinching at the sight of her tongue. "You must like to torture yourself." He shivered. "I wouldn't go near anywhere I could get pierced… and tattooed."

"It hurts a little…" Sam said. "But it is worth it." She smiled.

Danny didn't know if he was either sleeping or hallucinating. She had been hiding under her Goth clothes! Her tattoo looked great! He wondered how the other one looked like… but he didn't dare ask.

"It looks good on you." Danny said, blushing.

"Oh, please." Tucker looked disgusted, said something about 'blushy moments' and got away from them, looking for a girl to offer his skills on mouth-to-mouth.

"Really, Tuck needs to stop doing that." Sam laughed.

"Yeah, it's awkward." Danny agreed, not realizing that his hand was resting on Sam's thigh. When he noticed he looked up to her, if she realized his daring hand, she didn't complain about it. He pretended to scratch his head, so that he took his hand away.

"Well…" She blushed. "Thanks for today." She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "It was the first time I enjoyed this stupid park."

Danny completely melted into that small kiss. He didn't say a word; he just sat there, watching her walk away. Danny just realized one thing at the moment: he loved her taste in tattoos.

Seven Years Ago

"I think we shouldn't wait for Tucker anymore, he's half an hour late." Sam pointed out.

She and Danny were lying on the roof of Danny's house in a hot summer day, waiting for Tucker to show up with his the coordinates in his PDA so that they could start star-gazing for real, you know, like professionals.

"What's the point? We don't know how to find the stars without a map and the numbers; we'll have to wait Tucker." Danny sighed in boredom.

"If he doesn't show up in five minutes I'm so out of here." Sam said, sitting up. Danny reached up and put a hand on her shoulder, forcing her back down beside him.

"He'll come, he's always late." He said. "Besides I think it's the best time to tell you something." He said, nervously.

"Tell me what?" She asked curiously.

"I wanted to ask you about our fake-out-make-outs." He said.

"What about them?" She asked again, not getting his point.

"Have you felt anything when we kissed?" He finally blurted out.

"You mean fireworks, singing voices in the background etcetera, etcetera?" She asked, looking at him as if he was asking something hilarious.

"Not really, I just wondered if you felt anything other than lips pressing together." He blushed.

Sam lifted herself in one elbow, leaning over him.

"People say you feel it when you kiss someone you really like." She giggled. "You won't feel it with me because we're just friends." She explained.

Danny reached up a tentatively hand and pulled her face gently toward his. He saw her eyes widening in shock before he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers. They were just experimenting, Danny reassured himself. Her lips parted under his and he tested the feeling of her tongue on his.

Yes, he could feel something exploding in the back of his head, something familiar to fireworks, but they weren't exactly what he thought it would be. He felt Sam giggling against his lips and she pulled away, still giggling like a prep girl and not like herself.

"See what I mean?" She said, when she was going to tell him what she had felt, Tucker pushed the door opened.

"I'm sorry, but by neighbor's dog almost ate my PDA." He noticed how close his best friends were. "Have I interrupted another blushy moment?" He grinned.

"Not exactly." Sam stood up, laughing. "There's no reason for blushy moments anymore, right Danny?"

"Right." Danny agreed and they spent the rest of the night star gazing. Danny couldn't take out of his head how wonderful Sam felt, but at the same time, how horrible it would be to risk something other than friendship with her. They could lose everything.

One Year Ago

"Samantha, can you hear me?"

Sam heard a woman's voice near her ear; she felt a soft hand shaking her shoulders gently. Her head was pounding painfully; her body was so heavy that it took a lot of strength to open her eyelids.

"Oh, you're finally awake." The woman, said. Sam noticed that she was a nurse and that she was very old, she had a grandma smile.

"What happened?" Sam asked, confused.

"I was hoping you could tell us that." The nurse said, looking at Sam's stomach where her hands were.

Sam realized the sharp pain that came from her wrist. Like a waterfall, all the memories washed over her. Her father, the pregnancy, Allan and the horrible pain she was always feeling. She hadn't succeeded even ending it all.

"How did I end here?" She asked.

"Your neighbor heard a scream and broke into your apartment just in time." The nurse said. "Why would you do that, Samantha?"

Sam looked away, not bearing to look into the eyes of someone who she had never seen before and that looked so concerned for her.

"Because it hurts." Sam answered. "I should have died."

"Well, the hospital called your boss and he was very concerned, he said you could take all the time you needed." Sam felt very ashamed. Everyone in the magazine knew already. "You'll go talk to a psychiatrist first thing in the morning and he will decide what's best for you."

"You mean he'll see if I'm insane enough to be sent to a mental hospital." Sam laughed bitterly. "I hit the bottom."

"You can work your way up if you really want to," The nurse said, replacing the blood sack on the hanger beside the bed, "You look like a very strong woman. Anyway, I just wanted to ask you if there's anyone you'd like us to call, family, friends…"

"No, I don't have family and friends." Sam said simply.

"Okay." The nurse answered uncertainly. "Feel free to call me if you need anything."

When the woman left the room, Sam looked around for anything sharp she could use, but she found nothing. The nurses were smart.

Present Day

"Sam, what is this scar?" Danny asked, already knowing the answer.

"Danny, you're hurting me." Sam said.

Danny's eyes widened when he realized her wrist was turning blue. He immediately let go of her and she rubbed her wrist, making him feel completely guilty. But he didn't forget why he was so mad in the first place. Her scar didn't look old.

"Sam…" He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Have you tried to kill yourself?"

"It's none of your business, Danny!" She hissed. "Listen," She shrugged and put a hand on his shoulder, firmly, "Danny, please forget what you saw, in three days I'm outta here for good and you shouldn't worry about something you can't do anything about. So just forget it."

She could see all the despair he was feeling mirrored in his eyes. Just by looking at him she noticed how difficult it was to breathe or speak. He looked confined in a shell of pain of realization that she didn't feel for him what he felt for her.

"In these five years I lived without you…" Danny started. "I realized what an idiot I have been to let you go."

"Danny you don't have to tell me these things." Sam said, exasperated. "You're hurting yourself."

"Please, let me finish." Danny interrupted her. Tears were falling down his eyes, dripping on his shirt. "I realized that for the longest time I have been in love with you, maybe even when I was with Valerie. That night when he kissed on the roof, I saw the fireworks you were talking about."

"No, you didn't." Sam said, refusing to believe him. "You think you did; you thought that if I came back you things would get better, I understand it." She said almost crying too. "People usually puts faith in things that they can't get, it's a psychological game the mind plays so that they can bear each day of their miserable lives; but Danny, you don't love me. Love doesn't exist. Things never get better."

"What happened to you, Sam?" He held her tightly. "I'm not saying that you must love me back, I just want to say that I love you and I can't live without you. Just please keep in touch and please don't do anything stupid." He begged, his fingers slowly caressing the scar on her wrist.

"I've been through a lot. I'm sorry I don't feel ready to talk about lots of things, but…"

"I don't want to let you go back to Canada." Danny said, suddenly. "If I let you go, I'm afraid you'll die."

"Well, that decision is not in your hands." She explained carefully.

"Sam, even if I have to stalk you, I won't let you go back there and kill yourself. What about your son? Are you going to leave him a orphan?" He was slowly loosing his ability to think.

"You're sweet." Was all that Sam said, before stepping away from him and leaving the room.

"Samantha Manson…" Danny whispered to himself. "I'm not giving up on you."

I'm sorry for the small chapter, but it's the best place to stop before the twists and turns that are to come. By the way, I didn't know about the Valetine's Day, in my country we celebrate it on 12th June (here we call it Boy/Girlfriend Day) so I guess I missed the opportunity to get the chapter on the fluffy mood.

Please review and tell what you think of this chapter! I'm doing my best to improve my English, I swear.