Chapter 15 – Rest, and Another Plan
…blue eyes opened, and saw lavender.
"Danny…did you…phase?" Sam wasn't sure if she stopped him yet, or he had returned. Her face was worried as she laid a gentle hand on the side of his face. Danny reached up, and grabbing her small hand in his, kissed it. Sam could see his eyes were misty.
"Danny" she whispered "what happened?"
Tucker came closer too, and seeing Danny's eyes, looked at Sam. It was too much!
"I'm ok Tuck." But Danny closed his eyes as he sat up on the bed. He put his arm around Sam, and rested his face against her shoulder, hiding his eyes. He breathed a deep, heavy sigh of relief as she wrapped her arms around him. She kissed the middle of his shaggy hair, rubbing his back up and down.
"It's ok Danny. You don't have to tell us anything."
"Yeah Danny, tell us later." Tucker bit his lip as he said it: Sam was glaring at him with no more! in her eyes.
Danny lifted his head, and rubbing his eyes, began to describe the two connections he made, and the difficult struggle to get them to the light. When Danny described the Bride, Sam knew he had left out some part of the story.
"What do you mean she tried to change me?" She then had second thoughts about asking him for more details. He was looking inwardly and frowning. She was doing what she told Tucker not to do.
"I don't want to talk about it now. She is gone, and that's all that counts."
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Downstairs in the kitchen, Sam was helping Jazz cook some spaghetti. The boiling water reduced to a simmer as Sam added the pasta.
Tucker and Danny were sitting at the table. Tucker's stomach growled.
"Smells good already!" He smiled at Danny, trying to lighten the mood.
Danny was recovering.
"Meatballs?"
"Sure Danny." Jazz lifted the meatballs from the frying pan and put them into the crock pot of sauce.
"If only there was a way to bring them all in at once. One at a time is too much, and will take forever." Danny looked down at the table, thinking. Jazz and Sam looked at each other. Sam turned and spoke.
"Danny, give it up, like you say, it's too much. There is too many of them. Maybe it was meant to be."
"To whom great things are given, great things are expected." Danny creased his forehead in determination as he looked at Sam. Then his face relaxed as he looked at something behind her. The large, glass pot of boiling pasta was percolating. Sam and Jazz were puzzled by the change in Danny's face. Tucker also followed Danny's gaze, looking at the cooking pasta. The pot was covered, and the frothing, growing bubbles were beginning to rise.
The lid began rising and closing with a ting ting as the boiling water pressure raised the lid, and releasing pressure, dropped the lid shut again to once more repeat the cycle.
Sam lifted the lid. The bubbles died down.
Tucker and Danny looked at each other. Danny smiled. He knew what he could do now. He laughed at the wheels in Tucker's head turning trying to follow his best friend's train of thought.
"I have a plan guys. I think I can go back, and get more into the light. A LOT more!"
