A/N: Chapter 6! I'm happy, aren't you? Thank you all for reviewing! And so, my gift to you, the next chapter! Also, I'm so sorry about the long wait. I had a whole bunch of stuff to do! Now with this stupid project for math, a science fair, and so on. My schedule has gone totally bonkers! I finally got this chapter done though, so enjoy!

Chapter Six

You're burning up!

Upon reaching FentonWorks, Danny phased into his room, Sam still awake but slightly weak. "Danny," she whispered as he landed on the floor and resumed human form. He didn't want to put her down, but he knew he would have to. Walking over to his bed, he set her down on the bed.

"Sam, mind telling me why you took so long to call me? You were probably waiting there in the rain for nearly an hour," Danny said, sitting next to her. Sam shivered slightly. Danny quickly stood again. "On second thought, we'll talk about this later," he said quickly. He walked out the room and into the bathroom. He grabbed another towel for Sam to dry herself off with and came back into the room. "You should change into some dry clothes." Sam nodded slightly. "I can go see if Jazz can lend you something," Danny added.

Sam shook her head. "Just toss me a T-shirt or something, no need-" she stopped, sneezing.

"Bless you," Danny mumbled, saying that automatically. Curse good manners! Sam sniffled.

"Thanks, oh, um, there's no need to wake Jazz up for something like this," Sam finished. Her words still slurred slightly, but she managed to speak most words so that they would be coherent enough to understand. Danny nodded slightly, sighing.

"Fine," he said and walked over to his closet. He took down an over-sized T-shirt he never wore and tossed it over to Sam who caught it. She looked at it. It was blue without any writing except for a little logo on the hem of the sleeve. Danny looked at her. "I'll be right outside," he said quickly, pointing at the door with his thumb. She could have sworn there was a slight pink tint to his cheeks.

She stood, a little shaky on her feet still, and took off her midriff shirt and put on the T-shirt. It reached a little more than half-way down her thighs, almost to her knees except for a few inches. Her skirt was wet too, so she decided to take that off too. Taking the towel Danny had given her to dry her hair, she looked around the room a little. A slight knock on the door startled her.

"Done," she called. Danny opened the door a crack, peeking in, as if afraid she might not really be done. He opened the door, but, before coming in, froze at the sight of the skirt on the floor along with the shirt. His eyes landed on Sam, her sitting on the bed. "What?" she asked, wondering why he was looking at her like that. His expression was one of slight shock, slight embarrassment, and slight "What in the world?".

"Oh, uh," Sam mumbled. A slight cough took over her throat. Danny rushed over, sitting next to her. One of his hands found its way to her back, causing Sam to pause, only causing her cough to get a little more out of control. "Sam?" Danny said, patting her back slightly.

Sam cleared her throat again, putting one hand to her throat. "I'm fine," she said, her voice slightly hoarse. Danny looked at her. She was cold to the touch, but warming up slightly. She looked miserable as well.

Sam, hand still on her throat, felt awful. Her throat hurt, she had a slightly stuffy nose, and her head hurt like hell. "Danny," she mumbled, looking at him. "Do you have any aspirin?" Danny stood.

"Uhm, yeah, wait up," he ran out the room, going back to the bathroom for the third time already. He grabbed some aspirin and made his way back into the room, reading the number of pills and stuff for different ages. Sam, meanwhile, felt super miserable. She was sick to her stomach and feeling a little bit jumpy for some reason. She picked up her legs and laid down on Danny's bed, trying to think of something other than the pain in her head. When Danny came in, his glance was still downcast, him reading still. "It says two cap-" he stopped, looking up. Sam looked as if she were near falling unconscious or something. He looked at her for a second. Unfortunately for him, his eyes tended to wander. He shook his head, looking down again.

"It says what?" Sam asked, coughing slightly again when she'd finished the sentence. Danny walked over, opening the small bottle and taking out two pills.

"Do you want some water?" he asked then. Sam shook her head. She sat up slightly and held out her hand.

Danny held the pills over her hand and dropped them into her hand. She put both pills her mouth, holding her head up slightly. She swallowed them. Sighing, she looked at Danny. "Sam, I'm glad you called me and all, but why'd you take so long?" Danny asked then, sitting down next to her and watching her closely.

"I thought my parents would show up," she mumbled, lying back down on her side. Danny stood and took a seat on the floor in front of her. "Danny, they forgot. They weren't even home." Her voice was barely a whisper. Danny felt a little bad now. Her parents had forgotten. And Sam did say they wouldn't pick up the phone. Where were they then?

"You know," he said. "Sam, maybe it just slipped their mind, I mean, that happens to my dad all the time." Sam nodded feebly.

"Danny, I feel really bad for being a burden to you," she said. Danny quickly put both hands in front of him.

"Sam, you're not a burden, and it's really no trouble," Danny said. "I don't mind taking care of you." The minute that last sentence was out of his mouth, he regretted it. Sam looked at him slightly, a slight pinkish tint in her cheeks. Danny twiddled his thumbs, finding a slight awkward silence pass. Sam, suddenly, began coughing. Danny quickly turned to her, standing up, but sitting back down once the moment had passed.

Once Sam stopped coughing, her hand back on her throat, Danny quickly said, "Maybe you should just go to sleep. Plus if you still have a headache, sleep might help."

Sam looked at him. "If it's no problem," she mumbled. Danny shook his head.

"Not one at all," he said, standing up. Sam sat up. Danny reached over and pulled the bed spread of the bed. Sam watched. When he was done, she laid back down, covering herself with the blanket. "Thanks, Danny," she mumbled. "I'm so cold for some reason."

Danny took this seriously now. First, she ahd a cough, then she sounded a little hoarse. Now, she suddenly feels cold. He, without even thinking, put the back of his hand to her forehead. "Sam, you're burning up!" he exclaimed suddenly.

E/N:

--Airamé Phantom