Necrophilia

Rating: K+

Pairings: Danny x Sam

Ages: Danny, Sam and Tucker are about 14 here.

Summary: A lesson during English Class gives Danny a harsh dose of reality. Will Sam and Tucker be able to do damage control?


It was just another boring day at school really. Dash and his cronies still stuffed Danny and Tucker in their lockers, Paulina and her posy still annoyed them, They still sat in the same place for lunch. It was during last period English that something different happened.

"Let's start with main themes. Can someone tell me a major theme from these last chapters?"

Mr. Lancer turned back around to look for raised hands and spotted Sam's.

"Yes, Ms. Manson?"

Sam let a slightly studious look come to her face, "Necrophilia."

"Nek-crow-whatty-yah?" Dash blurted out. "Hey geek, you making up new words or something?"

"That's enough Mr. Baxter," Mr. Lancer grunted and looked back at Sam. "Mrs. Manson, could you please educate some of the lesser informed here?" Lancer gave a pointed look at Dash and a few people started to giggle before a glare from said jock silenced them.

"Necrophilia, the act of sexual intercourse with or the attraction toward corpses."

"Indeed, this shows the true extent of Heathcliff's obsession with his lost love," Mr. Lancer explained and turned towards the board to right down some of what had been discussed.

"So like, falling in love with a dead person?" Kwan asked from the back.

Lancer sighed and someone snickered and spoke before the Teacher could react.

"Paulina, does that mean your a necrophiliac?"

"Excuse me!?"

"You know, since you're in love with a dead guy, with Phantom?"

There was a pregnant silence from the popular girl and a few people started snickering while others looked slightly disturbed. Sam turned with wide eyes to look at Danny and…

She saw a bit of a lost look on his face. Surely he knew that he… It's not exactly… the same, right? He is half ghost, that should count…

She grew even more worried when Danny shakily rose his hand. "Mr. Lancer-?"

Lancer sighed. "Yes, you may go to the bathroom, Mr. Fenton."

Danny ducked out of the room, quickly.

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In the boy's bathroom, Danny quietly splashed his face with cold water. He then glanced at himself in the mirror.

"Man, it must be great to have so many girls after you, bro."

Danny tensed up and looked over to see Tucker grinning at him.

"I mean yeah it's Phantom they want, but really when you think about it… they want Fenton so bad, they just don't know it yet!"

Danny blinked and then sighed. "Yeah sure. Except who would want to love a corpse?"

Tucker frowned. "Ah come on Danny. Don't let that stuff bother you. You're totally alive and everything. Remember? It's just a genetic thing!"

Danny clenched his fists in frustration. "Maybe scientifically Tucker! But what about other people? It doesn't always matter if you have proof. After all, we know that to be true enough from my infamy in this town as Phantom. One day if I get married I'll have to tell my wife that I'm actually sorta dead but not really. How do you think that would go with anyone?"

Tucker sighed, knowing inside that his friend was mostly right. "Danny…"

"Whatever."

Danny and Tucker let out a shriek of fear when Sam was suddenly with them… in the boy's restroom.

"Sam!" Tucker squeaked

"What the heck are you doing?" Danny gasped.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Boys and Girls bathrooms are practically the same." She then eyed Danny firmly. "You're being stupid. Yeah maybe some people would be weirded out, but not everyone."

Danny crossed his arms. "Oh yeah? Name one person who would be bothered being married to a half-dead freak?"

Sam went to open her mouth instinctually before she halted herself and snapped her mouth closed. Tucker rose a brow and then started to grin at Sam's darkening cheeks.

"Well Sam? DO you know someone, huh, do ya?" Tucker asked excitedly.

"I… uh… well…" Sam stuttered in frustration and glared angrily at Tucker.

Danny dropped his arms to his sides and let out a sigh. "Yeah… I thought so." Danny then went to walk out of the bathroom. "Come on guys, let get back to class before Lancer notices us all missing."

Tucker glanced at Sam with a sad look before starting to follow his friend. Sam didn't move at first, indecisive until…

"Wait."

Danny paused and looked back while Tucker did the same and rose both brows this time.

Sam didn't turn to face them but continued to speak. "What if I remembered someone I know?"

Danny sighed in impatience. "I appreciate you guys trying to help me, but lying to me isn't going to help." Danny turned around. "Who is it then?"

Sam swallowed thickly. "It's… me."

There was a silence that settled over the three. Tucker was gapping in shock while Sam continued to face the other way and Danny stood stock still.

"That's not funny, Sam." Sam tensed at the response. "Don't tease me like that if you don't mean it."

She could almost hear the growl in his voice as well as the pain that lingered in it. Sam turned slowly and looked at him for the first time since she'd spoken up again. He was looking at her as though angry, but she could see he was shaking slightly. Sam mentally slapped herself for not knowing instinctually that Danny would get defensive about his feelings and moved forward to face him directly. She had to give him reassurance. Tucker was simply continued to gape as though he was frozen in time.

"I'm not teasing you. I mean it. I know you're alive. I know it's just genetics and anything else is a mind-frame. You know I don't care about what other people think."

Danny started to loose his confidence in his tense position. He looked at her blankly. "But…"

"What's not to like? You're really smart, despite what your grades say, you're kind, and brave. Heck, you're probably going to be pretty handsome once puberty is done with you." Sam stated simply, keeping her voice steady but failing to slow her beating heart or the blush rising to her face. Danny wasn't doing any better.

"Do yoU-do you really mean that, Sam?" Danny asked, hating that his voice changed in the middle of his sentence. Smooth Fenton, real smooth.

Sam let out a sigh before she leaned up and placed a feather soft kiss on Danny's cheek. "I didn't believe in true heroes until you came along, Danny."

Tucker finally snapped his jaw closed only to almost faint when Danny leaned down and kissed Sam tentatively on the lips. Tucker finally felt the need to speak up. "Okay, okay… It's not that I'm not happy for you both, but could you please do this when I'm not around?"

Sam gave the techno-geek a death glare. "There is a door."

Tucker deadpanned.

Danny laughed a bit nervously and reached down to touch Sam's hand with his fingers. He was surprised when she grasped his hand fully in return. "Uh well I think we should probably return to class."

It was at that moment that the bell rang.

"Well now we need to get out of the guy's bathroom." Sam expressed pulling on both Danny and Tucker's arms.

"What happened to they're practically the same?" Tucker asked.

"Paulina will use it against me and even though I don't care what other people think, I do get annoyed by repetition."

They got to the door, but Danny pulled Sam back before the two could follow Tucker out.

"What?" Sam asked.

Danny smiled at his shoes before looking at Sam. "Thanks Sam."

Sam actually gave him a bright smile, the kind he or really anyone rarely ever saw from her. "Thank you too, Danny. I'd much rather have half of you, than all of another person."

Danny gave her the biggest and goofiest smile at that.