Sam's Mom Knows

Tucker was still laughing. How could you not laugh when something like that happens? He couldn't even eat his meatball sub because he was laughing too hard. Sam and Trinity were also laughing, while Danny was still red in the face and hadn't said a thing in 20 minutes.

"Oh man, now that was funny!" Tuck wiped the laughter-induced tears away from his face.

"Funny? Hilarious is more like it!" Trinity burst out giggling once more at the very thought of what happened.

"Aw come off it, you guys, it was an accident." Danny, cheeks still ruby-stained, poked the ring pull on his can of soda.

"Don't let those two get on your nerves, Dan," Sam comforted, placing her hand on his shoulder, causing his skin to singe a brighter shade of scarlet. "but you gotta admit it was kinda funny."

He was so completely mortified. Through the corner of his blue eyes he could see by the glowing pink in her complexion that she was pretty embarrassed too. This whole thing could've been avoided if Trinity hadn't been putting unknown things in Sam's water stash. She always kept a bottle of mineral water to hand for those days when the cafeteria food was so repulsive that she'd rather go without.

Or at least, that's what it used to be for.

When Ms. Denyer's class ended, Sam had taken a detour to her locker to retrieve her personal drink. Danny, knowing that Trinity had tainted it, pretended to trip over and knock it from Sam's grip. It didn't work out the way he planned, but he did manage to prevent her from drinking the spoiled liquid. Somewhere between his original idea and the many outcomes it could've had, Fate decided to have a bit of fun.

Danny 'tripped' and just happened to force Sam against the lockers. The sheer surprise of being trapped between a steel wall and Danny's trim yet muscular frame caused Sam to drop the bottle and release half a litre of water all over the floor. Tucker had already started laughing his head off while the two teens stared at each other awkwardly. The funniest part was how they were breathing so heavily, gazing into each other's eyes like a pair of deer caught in the headlights and on the verge of kissing right there in the middle of the hall. Danny's arms were on either side of her, not only pinning her down, but blocking any other means of escape.

Here Tucker and Trinity's infectious snickering had spread to Sam again, and pretty soon Danny had to fight back the small chuckles that wanted to break free. But throughout the resounding happiness, Danny was struggling to figure out just what Trinity tried to drug his best friend with. Frankly, he was disturbed by the very notion that she'd do that to her own cousin.

With the hysterics slowly dying down, Tucker noticed the sad, yet confused expression of Danny. He knew this went deeper than just what occurred earlier. Part of him could tell that whatever was troubling him was dead serious. But how to ditch the girls so he could get in some guy talk was giving him hell. Eventually, he settled for the trump card.

"Bathroom!" Tucker stood triumphantly with his finger pointing upwards. He abandoned his lunch, grabbed Danny's long red sleeve and dragged him out of the cafeteria.

"Um… okay then."

"It just keeps getting weirder dunnit? Phantom's tryin' to steal you from Danny, and Tucker's tryin' to steal Danny from you. What next? Lancer eloping with the Headmistress?" Trinity sighed. "It's like a bloody soap opera!"

"Welcome to Amity Park, Trin." Sam grinned.

An almost timely exit was given to Trinity as her phone started ringing. She giggled and removed the vibrating device from her bra cup.

"Do you keep everything in there?" She quizzed.

"Excuse me dahlin', I gotta take this call." She rose up and waved to her cousin as she walked away, leaving Sam all alone in the strangely quiet cafeteria.

Meanwhile, in the boy's bathroom, Danny was blurting out everything at hypersonic I-just-ate-40-metric-tons-of-sugar speed. Like how he saw Trinity putting that stuff in Sam's drink and that's why he 'fell over' to make her drop it. Tucker found the whole story hard to understand and even harder to swallow. It just didn't make sense, it really didn't.

"Why would she do that? I mean, she was supposed to be curing Sam's alcoholism, not getting her hooked on something else instead!"

"I know that, but what can we do? We can't tell Sam what Trinity's been doing!" Danny reasoned.

"She might not believe us for a start…"

"Exactly, we-"

"Shh!" Tucker hissed.

He gestured for Danny to follow him out of the boy's room and over to a nearby empty classroom. Eyebrow raised, they glanced at each other and scooted closer to the slightly ajar wooden barrier. It was a voice, but not just any voice; a rather loud, non-American, female voice that seemed to be talking to herself. Upon closer inspection, namely by Tuck and Danny sitting on the ground with their ears listening intently, the voice was not talking to itself, but into a smartphone.

"Auntie Pam, I really think the Fenton kid is on to me…"

"Trinity…" The boys whispered in unison.

"…He didn't see me do it, no, but he gave me a proper funny look at the Nasty Burger yesterday and then today he 'oh so conveniently' made Sam spill her water…"

Silence…

"…Ew! No friggin' way! He's 15 for a start – which, need I remind you, would make me a statutory rapist!"

Tucker stifled a laugh when Danny's face regained its strong shade of red.

"…Well, that sounds a lot more reasonable… Yeah, a few more days and the medication will be permanently integrated to her system!"

"Sam's mom is in on this?" He mumbled through gritted teeth.

"I know, that's just-." Tucker soon noticed how badly his best friend was handling this new information. "Uh oh…"

Danny was so furious that icy blue turned burning neon green and his hands set alight with emerald flames. He grabbed Tucker's arm and phased them back into the bathroom. His face had gone red for a whole different reason and now he was shaking with rage. Tuck emptied the wastebasket onto the floor and put the empty metal container over his friend's head. A long string of curse words that erupted from Danny's mouth were muffled by the bin that reached down to the halfway point on his neck.

Tucker saw the flames get bigger and pushed his weight against the door so no one would come in and see a seriously ticked off Halfa, firing shot after shot after shot on the tiles, scorching them and creating an ever growing hole. All the while, Danny's barely audible foul language turned the air darker blue by the minute. Good thing they weren't on the second floor; he'd blast right through the ceiling of the rooms below them otherwise…

Eventually the rising smoke had cleared and Danny, now no longer with the bin on his head, stood there panting like a dog in a hot car. Exhausted, he fell to his knees. Calm sapphire eyes rolled back into his skull and he slammed to the searing cold floor, now unconscious.

"Aw crap! Danny, come on, we better get outta here before someone sees all this."

He wasn't the strongest of people, but realizing the seriousness of the situation, Tucker tried his absolute hardest to hoist Danny up and push him out the small window above the basins. A loud thud alerted him to the rough landing. He clambered up onto the windowsill and looked back.

"I'd hate to be the guy who gets blamed for this…"


She drifted around the school, attempting to find them, but wasn't having much luck. After finishing her lunch alone, Sam went and decided to change into a tank top. No doubt she was far more relaxed in a t-shirt, but a part of her really wanted to wear something that she used to. For the first time in months no less. Luckily, she kept a few clean shirts knocking about in her locker for just such occasions as this.

One quick pit-stop in the girl's room later and she was leisurely displaying her filled out chest while still keeping her tattoo hidden.

"Where the heck is everybody?" Sam asked herself. "Danny and Tucker ran off, and Trinity- Huh?"

And that's when she heard it. Voices coming from a storeroom closet not far from where she stood. She looked around; none of the other students seemed to hear what she could, that or they were being ignorant. Did she really want to know? Yeah, why not! She pressed her ear against the door and suddenly wished she hadn't. It sounded like…

"No, Dash, I can't," Trinity giggled. "I'll be late for my art lesson."

"Aw c'mon babe, relax a little." Dash suavely said.

"Oh, you're so bad… Hey, hey, not so rough, I only had that pierced last week…"

"Ewwww!" Sam yelled, hurriedly pushing herself away from the dirty conversation.

A group of teens gathered nearby eyed her up strangely.

"Believe me, you don't wanna know…"

She waltzed in a different direction, trying desperately to forget what she'd just damaged her ears with. Sam went with Trinity to get that particular piercing, it hurt just being witness to such grotesque abuse of a girl's chest (this coming from a girl who had a tattoo done on hers) and it freaked her out even worse to heed the fact that Dash – school bully and bane of Danny's existence – was feeling up her frisky English cousin in a closet.

Ugh… It just gets worse doesn't it…

Her thoughts soon changed to that of her two best friends who both appeared to have ditched her not long before Trinity. Let's see, Monday, last period… She was certain it was study hall, which meant that Tucker and Danny were most likely already there. Only one way to find out; she strutted down the corridor, hastily turned a corner and…

SMACK

Head on collision with another student; a girlish cry went up. Danny opened his baby blues and found himself staring down into the truly feminine face of Sam. Her rich amethyst eyes sparkled innocently at him and a small lilac smile glimmered below blush-laden cheeks. Her short and somewhat messy raven hair now delicately matched the length of his.

It was then that he realized just how they'd landed. His lithe physique towered directly over her curvy, girlish frame as he stood on his hands and knees. Her arms rested above her head; slender fingers curled into loose fists. A large majority of the students in the hallway burst into hysterics, not the least of which was Tucker, who in all honesty was trying not to laugh.

"Uh, sorry Sam I… Wait… what is that?" Danny caught a glimpse of a black mark near her cleavage and went to pull the low neckline down further to examine the dark shape there, until Sam swiftly interjected.

"N-nothing…!" She quickly replied, nervously shuffling out from under him. He became aware of how her bosom was rising and falling with her anxious breathing and curiosity intoxicated his mind about what she was hiding. He inwardly smirked. Whatever Trinity was drugging Sam with, it would have to wait.

Perhaps Danny ought to pay her another night-time visit…