A/N: I couldn't help myself! MUST UP-DATE!

Chapter Ten

Flashback

Danny finally reached the Manson Mansion and phased through the building and into Sam's room. As always, the curtains were drawn and the room was a little dark even if it was nearly 8:45 in the morning. He was so preoccupied in looking around the room, he didn't notice Sam chuckling quietly. He looked down at her. She waved slightly. "Oh!" he exclaimed, quickly putting her down. "Sorry!"

Sam laughed and walked over to her closet. "Don't worry about it," she said. She stopped and looked at him. "You know, I'm surprised you know where my room is. I don't even think you've ever been in here."

Danny froze slightly. "Uhm..." he mumbled.

"Kidding," Sam said and continued on her way to her closet. She opened the door slightly and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Danny walked over to her bed and sat down, still looking around. He couldn't recall anytime being in her room. He doubted he'd ever even been in her house. Just knowing the address was a surprise to him. I guess he knew only because of Tucker. Tucker had a big mouth.

"Hey, Sam," he called.

"Yeah?" she called back.

"Why don't you ever open the curtains?" Danny looked over at the curtains. They were drawn to a close, not a single ray of light entering the room. He was surprised the room even had enough light for him to see a little bit.

He heard the slight sound of a door opening and looked towards the closet. Sam peeked out, only her face visible. "I don't know," she answered. "I know they would be open if my parents were here though." She snuck back into the closet then.

Danny laughed slightly. Sam's parents were the type to want to have total control over your life. He knew his parents weren't like that because they hardly ever even came out of the lab. When they did, they had plenty of unfinished gadgets to keep them company. He sighed at the thought. I guess he had to thank them for being like that. After all, the only reason he met Sam was because they had started building the portal. He remembered it perfectly. After all, he could never forget that moment.

FLASHBACK:

"Danny, I think you might want to get out of the house while you have the chance," A seven-year-old Jazz told the little 5-year-old Danny sitting at the table.

"Why?" Danny asked.

"Mommy, and daddy are searching for someone to help them with the new gadget thing, I don't think it'll be very safe for you," Jazz said. "Go to the park. Take my cellular phone, I'll call you when it's time to come home."

Danny took the small phone from Jazz's out-stretched hand and climbed off the chair.

"Okay, bye, Jazz!" Danny ran out the kitchen and out the door, making sure to take his red sweater. Outside, it wasn't very cold as it had been that morning. He took the sweater off and tied about his waist the way his mom did for him.

He took his time walking to the park since he was messing with Jazz's phone. He was so preoccupied, he didn't even notice the girl running towards him. She wore a purple skirt and a black shirt. Her socks were black and reached halfway up to her knees. She wasn't looking where she was going either, she was looking back at someone.

"Look out!" Danny heard someone exclaim. He stopped, looking up from the phone. He didn't have time to move, nor time to do anything. The little girl ran right into him, knocking them both to the floor. Danny gave a slight yelp of surprise as his body connected with the floor. He winced.

The little girl was on top of him, equally surprised. They stared at one another for a long while, each scanning over each other's features.

"I'm sorry," she said, brushing back her black hair. She sat up, Danny scooting out from under her and sitting up as well, lenaing back on his elbows.

"It's okay, I should have been watching where I was going," he said. It was only then that he saw who the little girl was running away from.

"Hey, Sam!" called the other boy. He wore khaki colored cargo shorts and a green shirt.

"Sam?" Danny asked the girl. She turned back to him and nodded.

"Um hm! I'm Sam!" she said happily.

"Sam," the other boy called again, catching up. "Are you okay?" Sam nodded towards him.

"He broke my fall!" she said, pointing at Danny. Danny pushed her hand away.

"It's not nice to point, and I'm Danny," he said. Danny could have sworn he saw a little anger on the other boy's face.

"I'm Sam and this is Tucker," Sam said, looking at Tucker. They both stood. Danny noticed Tucker was an inch or so taller than him, and both were taller than Sam.

"Hi, Tucker," Danny said, holding out a hand to Tucker for a shake. Tucker only looked at him, scanning his face, seeming to stare right through him.

"Hi," he finally said, but still didn't shake Danny's hand.

"Don't worry about him," Sam said quickly. "Hey, you wanna go to the park with us? We were on our way there, but got a little...de...de..."

"Detoured," Tucker finished.

"Yeah! That," Sam said.

"I was on my way there anyway," Danny said.

"Cool, come on, guys, race you there"! Sam said and ran off in the direction of the park. Danny chased after her and Tucker stayed behind a little before running after them too.

END FLASHBACK

Danny laughed slightly at the flashback. He thought of that moment every time he was mad at his parents. It made him remember that if it weren't for them, he would have probably not met and made a great friendship with Sam or Tucker.

"What's so funny?" the voice broke through his thoughtful train. Sam stood there, looking at him curiously. She had on her regular clothes: a skirt, a mid-riff black shirt, and purple leggings, and you can't forget those boots she always wears.

"Just thinking," Danny said, watching as she sat next to him.

"About what?"

"How we met," Danny said. Sam thought for a second and smiled.

"I remember that," she said. "I believe that was the time of our first fake-out make-out, except we hadn't a clue what we doing, right?"

"Hm, I'd forgotten all about that."

"A girl never forgets, Danny," Sam said.

Danny looked at her. 'A girl never forgets, Danny.' The sentence lingered in his mind. The way she said it. It sounded as if she wanted so send another message to him with that sentence. But what was it?

E/N: I know that's not what Sam and Tucker wear now, but that's the point! Tucker's really serious when he was little, huh? Who can tell me why he's so reluctant to be Danny's friend?

--Airamé Phantom