Hey y'all,

So, I'm gonna be re-writing most of my DP fanfics because my writing style has improved (I think) and re-reading them a decade later is so cringe.

Since this is the one I find the most cringe, I'm doing this one first.

Hope y'all appreciate the changes.


Unholy Trinity

"For crying out loud Danny, sit down," Tucker sighed in frustration as he flipped through a manga with an aggravated glare.

Danny was pacing his living room floor, frantically cracking his knuckles and eyeing the door every few seconds. His left eye wouldn't stop twitching, he hadn't combed his hair in three days, and his stomach felt like coffee granules being strained through a toupee. Six months came and went pretty quickly for the world – as is nature's way – but for Danny it seemed like an eternity.

Every single moment away from Sam was like a thousand years. He hadn't been able to speak to her on the phone or visit during spring break, in fact, not even her parents had been in contact with her. He went to see them almost every day and they always said the same thing…

I'm sorry, Daniel, we've not heard from Sam yet…

It was decided by the Manson's that their alcoholic 15-year-old daughter should be sent to live with her cousin, Trinity Manson, in Essex, England. Supposedly, Trinity had also suffered through a bout of alcoholism and come out the other end with a smile on her face. So, for six months, much to the dismay and upset of Danny Fenton, Sam had been living thousands of miles away with not so much as a letter or a phone call to assure him she was OK.

Now that six-month period was up.

Sam was coming home.

Tonight.

And so, Danny and Tucker were waiting at Fenton Works for Sam and her cousin to arrive. The blue-eyed boy had been reduced to a twitchy nervous wreck, walking around in one small circle that almost wore a groove into the carpet.

"Ahhh!"

Tucker's sudden outburst scared the hell out of Danny. He turned to see his friend had thrown the book he was reading across the room and was now curled into a corner of the armchair.

"What? What is it? What?"

"There were two guys kissing in that one!" He stammered.

Danny sighed. He approached the window overlooking the dark street outside.

Nothing.

Just as he moved away, ready to slump onto the couch and mope, the doorbell rang. Before the chime had even finished ringing, Danny had opened the front door.

"Blimey that was quick!" came a female voice, ravaged by a heavy, yet crystal clear, British accent.

She was of similar height to him, maybe a little taller. Dressed in a pristine white blouse, oh so short navy skirt, and a black tie with two light blue stripes at the bottom, the St Trinians appearance was completed with traditional knee-high socks and platform Mary Jane shoes. The rather bustygirl reminded him of a catholic school student, despite the black leather jacket. Her face was cleanly made up; eye shadow, lip gloss, mascara – the works. The eyeliner was slightly thick, but still neat. She had a bar through her left eyebrow and a couple of navel bars in the cartilage of her right ear.

Lengthy black hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a single strand hanging down in front of her face. She bore a startling resemblance to Sam, and Danny was almost fooled, but beside the fact that she had green eyes, she had to be at least 18 years old; three years older than Sam.

"You OK, dahlin'? Ya look a bit pale."

Tucker appeared beside Danny, who he'd seen standing in the open doorway with a ridiculous look on his face. He looked her up and down and grinned widely.

"No one said anything about Tera Patrick stopping by." He said with a wink.

"You Americans and your obsession with porn stars, it cracks me up!" She giggled. "I assume that you are Tucker?"

"Yeah, but you can call me Tuck, or Tuckerino."

"Cute," She flashed a sexy smile and gave a thumbs up. "I'm Trinity Manson."

"Where's Sam?" Danny asked, his tone similar to that of a lost child.

Trinity didn't get a chance to reply. From out of the shadows, a slightly shorter girl launched herself at the unready boy.

"Danny!" She squealed.

"Calm down, Sam, jeez!" Trinity laughed again, as she closed the door behind her. "You'll do 'im a mischief!"

Sam had literally knocked Danny to the floor and pinned him there with a rib-crushing hug. Her lilac eyes glittered with excitement. She sat on his waist and observed his cheeks turn the brightest shade of red known to man.

Danny was stunned, and not just because he'd had the wind knocked out of him by Sam's enthusiastic tackle. Sam had changed. You know… physically.

No one could say she didn't have a figure now; she'd been blessed with curvy hips that could make any girl jealous and had filled out quite nicely 'upstairs'. Her once shoulder-length hair had been sliced off to a short spiky feminine style, with long bangs that covered her left eye and cheek.

"Listen you two, we get it, you missed each other, but for goodness sakes get a room, any room; just not this one!"

"I have to agree with Tucker," Trinity nodded. "If I wanna see stuff like that there are plenty of sites online I can go to."

Sam also turned a darker shade of pink as she stood up and walked over to her cousin, freeing Danny from his place on the floor and inadvertently giving him an upskirt view. Unfortunately, Trinity noticed the quick peek he'd taken and decided to wind him up.

"Hey Sammy, you never told me your boyfriend liked voyeurism!" Trinity laughed.

Sam, who was helping Danny to his feet, let go of his hand to protest her cousin's rather blunt statement, leaving Danny to fall flat on his butt. The usual rounds of denial spouted from Sam's red lip-glossed mouth and Tucker was rolling on the floor in a laughing fit.

Danny got up from the floor himself and brushed off his clothes, and it was just then that he noticed what Sam was wearing.

A bardot top, crimson in colour, draped just past her waist that left her smooth bare shoulders and the tip of her cleavage on show, combined with a pleated pink skirt rode that low on her hips and barely reached the halfway point of her silky thighs. Going further down revealed that her combat boots were replaced by a pair of black lace up ankle boots with a small padlock and chain on the hem.

As the loud snickering soon wore down, Trinity reached into her bra and pulled out a lighter and a cigarette. Then she noticed the funny looks she was receiving from the two teenage boys.

"Oh, sorry, mind if I smoke?" she asked; lighter poised ready to spark up.

"Um," Danny glanced at Sam, physically asking what to say. She simply shrugged. "I guess it couldn't hurt, as long as you're outside."

"Ta love," Trinity smiled. "You got a back door?"

Danny nodded and led her through the house to the back exit. He and Tucker watched as the supposedly reformed alcoholic lit the cigarette and took a long drag, then puffed out a long stream of tobacco fog into the night air. Sam, on the other hand, didn't seem surprised. Danny went and sifted through the contents of the fridge. He returned with a few cans of soda, and offered one to Trinity, which she turned down.

"Honestly, no smoking on a plane, what a kick in the arse." She added, placing it to her lips again.

"So, how long are you staying in America?" Tucker wondered.

"Just a couple o' weeks, gotta keep my eye on lil Sammy," She pinched her cousin's cheek like a doddering old aunt who hadn't seen her since she was six. "I'll be assisting the sophomore class art teacher so I can keep an eye on her between lessons."

Leaning against the door frame, she continued to puff on the slowly diminishing white stick.

"Who knows, I might even get to see this ghost boy everyone talks about!"

Danny spat out a mouthful of coke.

"W-what?"

"Sam told me about the ghost boy that hangs around Amity, so I did a google search on it and holy cheese on toast, he was the cutest thing I'd ever seen!" She balled her hands into fists and swayed from side to side.

"How much did she tell you?" Tucker and Danny glared fiercely at Sam, who merely smiled back at them, knowing that she hadn't said anything to blow the secret.

"Not much, she herself has only met him once – apparently – but we both agreed on how sexy he was and all the girls in my photography class thought he was gorgeous!" Trinity stubbed out the cigarette on the ground outside. Sam went completely scarlet and glanced at the ceiling. "Check out this tattoo I had done!"

Trinity popped a mint into her mouth, then rolled down one of her socks to show off a stylised and detailed rendition of Danny's alter-ego, from the brave expression on his pale face to the ghost rays that came from his gloved hands and topped off with a swirly green and purple background.

"Jeez, look at the size of it!" Tucker admired. "Where'd you get this?"

"Same place I had my cartilage pierced; my friend is a tattooist, and they have an inhouse piercer."

Danny's face blossomed into one big pink piece of embarrassment. Apart from a British girl having his Phantom side permanently scarred into the skin on her leg, and a whole class of other British girls thinking he was gorgeous, Sam had told her cousin she thought Danny Phantom was sexy. Not cute, or even sweet, but sexy.

"Bloody hell! It's gettin' dead late," Trinity saw the clock on the wall. It was 11:30pm. "Auntie Pam's gonna kill me if we don't get a move on."

"You can stay here if you want," Danny piped up, perhaps a little too quickly.

Tucker's cheesy expression read something like 'Oh, I knew you were gonna say that', while Trinity silently conferred with Sam using basic gestures. It seemed they had come up with their own non-verbal language during those six months. A few nods, a couple shakes of the head and one funny face later, the two had come to a decision. Trinity flipped out her smartphone and dialled a number.

"OK, guys keep quiet for a minute," Sam had a sneaky grin on her face as she watched her cousin sweet talk her mom.

"Hi, Auntie Pam… Yeah we're fine… no we're alright, we decided to stop at a hotel and… yeah, Sammy's still asleep bless 'er! … Jet lagged I think…" Trinity nodded as she continued to talk. "yeah, I know, I know… don't worry, we'll be up early and should be home by about midday… okay, see ya later, bye!"

She hung up the call, gave a thumbs up and smiled.

"OK, let's get down to business," she asked, hands on hips. "who's sleeping where?"

And, for reasons unknown, Tucker and Trinity both instinctively looked at Danny and Sam with eyebrows raised…