CHAPTER 8

You Got Doomed

A/N: For your patience I award you a juicy chapter full galore. I dedicate to three of my friends. Lissi for inspiring me with her Hello Kitty humidifier (lol), Wanda for support on my ideas and helping reorganize my brain and finally Ricecake because this is the chapter she has been waitin for. Grache (my word for thx) for the reviews.

Sam was frozen to the floor with shock, Brian was very confused and Noa was the first one to regain his voice. He disappeared before returning with the doctor. He talked with him in hushed tones being aware of Sam's sensitivity. The doctor nodded.

"Miss Manson?" Sam's vacant eyes lifted.

"We'll have to run a few tests, especially for memory loss or amnesia." She wanted to scream, yell, throw a tantrum, anything…why was this happening…and of all memories to remember. This shouldn't be happening to her grandma, the one true family member who understood her. Sam's hand went to her mouth as if to suppress an imaginary scream.

As soon as the doctor was in, he was out bustling to get things done. Sam felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. Noa's hazel eyes pooled over with concern "Seriously, I'm here for you, anytime, anyplace…you just call…okay?" He handed her a slip of paper with his number on it. Sam gave a weak smile, thankful for a friend.

Across the room Brian looked as though he had a skunk running across his toes and he grimaced at Noa's hand on his Sam's shoulder. As if sensing his glare, Noa quickly let his hand slip back into his pocket. He began to exit "See you later Sam, call me." He met Brian's eyes with a threatening look.

Brian wavered in his sneering because Noa's eyes seemed to turn to a bright green. Noa casually pushed up his usual oval sunglasses and walked out. 'Hazel eyes can turn different colors… that's not unusual' Brian tried to convince himself.

His mind took a different course. "So Danny Fenton huh? Who is he? Old boyfriend I should know about?" Brian said trying to lighten the mood- what an idiot.

"Long story." replied Sam quietly.

"I have time." retorted Brian refusing to let it go, if this Fenton kid hurt Sam, Brian wasn't going to let it happen again.

Sam turned away from him sharply crossing her arms as if to block everything out; closing into herself- like always. "I don't want to talk about it." Her voice was dead.

Finally realizing his mistakes, his voice turned sympathetic "Listen Sam, I'm sorry about saying that boyfriend thing to your grandma. It was too upfront- stupid. I mean we haven't even gone on a date, but-" He took a deep breath and continued, walking closer to Sam.

"But it's just- I feel like I've known you forever. My day brightens three notches just when I get a glimpse of you." He gave a nervous laugh "It's like a dream or something!"

Brian gave one of his brilliant smiles "It's even better when you smile." He said while tapping her petite nose.

Of course even when everything seems to be going wrong, when some says they like you're smile the fist thing you do, even in tragic situations, is smile. No one can ignore such flattery and through the tear stained face came that strangled expression and a soft glow.

"There we go, beautiful as always. There's no need to cry, it just doesn't suit you." Brian said wiping her tears away with his thumb.

Sam looked down and gave a shaky laugh, sniffling she raised her head again "Thanks."

Brian took her shoulders and with a playful look "Hey, maybe that boyfriend-girlfriend thing will work out in the near future hmmm…?" He wiggled his dark eyebrows up and down.

Returning his humor, Sam kept a mysterious face and put a finger to her cheek "Hmmm… I dunno…maybe…maybe not." she said giving a shrug.

"How about we get out of this dreary place, eh?"

Sam warily looks back towards her once again sleeping grandmother. Brian noticed her hesitation. "Come on, she'll be fine" taking Sam's hands, "the doctor is going to be running some tests anyway, she seems to be okay sleeping here, plus you need to get out of this dingy hospital. Being in the hospital too long is not good for your health." He said wagging his finger.

Sam laughed internally 'Sounds like something Tucker would say.' She bit her lip and replied still unsure of her decision "Well…okay."

Brian is simply beaming.

The sliding doors of the hospital opened with ease and Noa walked through only to hear the bickering of his new found friends. Before he reached them, something fell out of his pocket. He quickly picked up what seemed to be a hair tie of some sort and stuffed it back in haste. Continuing walking down on the pavement he simply smiled and shook his head knowingly.

"HEY!" Noa turned in curiosity to find Emma's face red and cool grey eyes fuming with irritation. "Get back here Fidlen, there is no way in God's name I'm going home with him." she said, jabbing her thumb back where Tucker stood.

Noa's smile grew and settled into a smirk. He knew that they took a taxi to get here since neither of them own a car; he however was used to traveling on foot. "Awww…but you're just so cute when you're irritated; maybe I should leave you two alone together more often."

Emma and Tucker sharply looked at each other and screamed. Emma launched her slim self at Noa's black coat. "Plleeaassee" she begged with pleading eyes "don't make me go with him-" she gulped, "I might hurl." Noa chuckled.

"Hey! I resent that! I can't be that bad looking…" Tucker pouted.

Emma whipped her head back from Noa and squinted her eyes dangerously "You'd be surprised."

Tucker pretended to be shot and his arms flew up to the imaginary wound "OOoo..ooh…it hurts!" He moaned.

"Pshhh…Whatever Foley" replied carelessly but a ghost of a smile tugged at her lips before returning her attention to the position she was in: Noa's arms. "Ahem." She said while straightening herself out.

Flipping her hair she asked what first came to mind "Why do you wear those shades all the time? I mean I can understand outside...but in the hospital?" she gave a questioning look.

Noa quickly responded as if it were a common question "My eyes are sensitive to light," he gave a small laugh, "word of advice, don't go to a recently opened ophthalmologist." Emma gave him sympathetic gaze.

Changing topics, Tucker healed from his 'shot' asked "Hey, aren't you that guy Sam said needed an apartment?"

"Well…I've been looking around and the place I live in isn't the greatest thing in the world." His hand went to the back of his neck rubbing it nervously.

"Fret no further amigo, I'm willing to take…well, almost a complete stranger as a roommate." Tucker formally took out his hand in an exaggerated way.

"Really?" Noa questioned. Tucker nodded and Noa's face lit up immediately. He punched the air while letting a 'WHOO-HOOO!!!' out. Noa shook Tucker's hand thankfully and realized his eagerness and quickly let go. Tucker looked at him oddly- his hands were ice cold.

Emma standing besides both boys leaned on one hip "Jeez, I guess you're place really sucks." Tucker gave her a look to say 'Don't be so blunt.' She didn't understand "What?" Tucker shook his head shamefully.

"Hehe…sorry, just got a bit excited there." His arm snaked its way back to the base of his neck. Tucker narrowed his eyes at the nervous habit. Realizing where his hand was at, Noa quickly stuffed his hands back into the secure pockets of his worn baggy jeans.

He began to walk away and looked behind him "Thanks a lot guys! See you tomorrow!"

Emma, stumped at what just happened, simply stated "What an odd man." Tucker however, was suspicious.

3 weeks later

Tucker was on the floor of his apartment…laughing hysterically while Noa with a deep frown stood over head with his arms crossed glaring at the techno-geek.

Trying to wipe the tears away, Tucker said "I'm sorry, it's just –haha- you're name…" He lost it again. In his hands clutched the legal papers for the splitting of the apartment's ownership to a certain 'Noa Ten Fidlen'.

"Are you done yet?" Noa sarcastically stated.

Stifling his laughter and sniffling Tucker lifted himself from the floor "Yeah-sniff yeah...phew…I'm okay…I'm…" He started to laugh again.

"…Laughing again." Noa continued for him grudgingly. "MY NAME ISN'T THAT FUNNY!" he stops away towards the back of the living room where his new bedroom laid.

Tucker composes himself and follows him only to discover his new roommate unpacking the few boxes of his possessions roughly.

"Sorry man, it's just that," cracking a grin, "I've never seen a name like yours."

Noa gave a forgiving smile in return. "Yeah, well my parents were…uh….interesting people." He went back to his unpacking placing some clothes into his new dresser.

Trying to earn some brownie points, Tucker walked over towards the box. "Hey, let me help you out here."

"Thanks." Noa said with his back to him.

Tucker began to place the items on the navy blue comforter, what he didn't expect to find was some sort of metallic contraption at the bottom of the box. He picked it up and tried to closely examine it. 'That's weird this looks like something that would do something to…' His thoughts were disrupted when the contraption was snatched from his hands aggressively.

Noa stuffed it into one of his drawers. "Like I said…my parents were interesting people."

Broad shouldered Brian towered over Sam…not in a bad way though. The couple was walking back to Sam's cozy apartment building hand in hand and on the way they passed the flashing sign of 'Robbie's Café'. Sam gave a disapproving look and sighed while they walked on.

"Why are you always depressed when we walk by this place…I thought you loved it?" Brian asked more as a statement rather than a question.

Sam looked up "I do, I do…it's just the owner- gah- he'd just so…so…insufferable. Last time I was here, I forgot that it was Robbie's (she spat the name with sarcasm) hell day, AKA he was at the cashier. So I brought Spooks in as usual and there he goes getting his undies in a bunch how I should be more respectful and pay more attention to the sign. No pets allowed- pshh…who invented that rule anyway! Of course he's not telling me this calmly, he's basically having some kind of seizure!" Brian was laughing.

"I'm sorry; I didn't realize I was putting on a comedy." Sam said sarcastically.

He just continued on his merry way chuckling.

"WHAT?!?" Sam half whined.

Brian pearl smile glows "You're beautiful when you're angry, you know that?"

Sam tried to brush off the comment but the red crept up her neck. She grumbled "Stupid- goodie-two-shoes flatterer"

"What was that?" said Brian.

"Nothing!" came Sam's quick reply and she sped up; they were now walking along the park's edge. His smile grew.

Abruptly changing the subject Brian asked "What are you're dreams Sam?"

"Dreams?" she asked confused.

"Yes, goals, aspirations, things you want to do with your life- dreams."

"Well…" she knits her brow together to think. "I know I want to do something with my art, but I'm not sure what. I mean even if my parents disapprove, I'm going to major in painting. The only down side is the 'starving-artist' aspect. Sure, my parents have bundles of cash ready to shove my way, but I want to make it on my own two feet, you know?"

"You're making me feel bad." Brian said jokingly.

"Sorry." mumbled Sam.

"No, no, I chose my path and you're making your own choices leading another way; I admire you for that." he said.

"Yeah, well don't get high hopes, my work hasn't seen the outside of my room or the back wall of a classroom at school." she said dejectedly.

"Well isn't there a way, I dunno what you call it in the art world, but a way to advertise?" he queried.

"I know Mr. Lucas said he would really like it if I entered some of my paintings into a contest down in Florida." said Sam a bit embarrassed. 'They couldn't possibly win anything. I'm not that good.'

"Really? That's great!" Brian truly seemed proud.

"Yeah, but it's an expensive trip and even though Mr. Lucas said he would help with the expenses, I would feel too guilty taking his money. I almost have enough saved up though and Brenda said she would give me an advance-"

"Think nothing of it Sam. I'll pay for you." said Brian.

She stopped walking and faced Brian, "What?" she asked disbelieving her ears.

Brian started to repeat it slowly "I'll help you pay for your trip." But Sam was already shaking her head. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no- I can't take your money; I couldn't let you do that."

"But I want to- I insist." he said confidently. "Sam, ever since we've been together, I want to share everything with you."

Sam looked into his chocolate eyes, "Really?" Brian nodded.

Laughing, "You're so full of it." She said shaking her head and started to walk forward.

"No, Sam, wait!" Brian grabbed her arm forcefully "I'm serious." he said.

Sam stared intently at his innocent expression before she rose on her tippy toes and gave a swift peck on his cheek.

She gave a great smile "That's the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me."

Returning the same look, Brian's eyes gleamed. He placed a strong arm around Sam, "Well, I'll just have to keep doing nice things for you, now won't I?"

"I'm telling you Emma there's something weird about Noa!" Tucker said in a harsh whisper. His roommate was in the other room. He reminds me so much of-" a groan was heard from the other side of the phone. If you were able to see the person, you would find a young woman with brown hair combed with red streaks rubbing her temples out of annoyance. Above all people, Tucker Foley was calling her.

"Emma no, listen to me, remember at the hospital when I shook his hand, there was this shock and it was freezing like he stuck it into an ice bucket or something!" he said panicking.

"Tucker, you're just being paranoid." Emma stated completely bored.

"And-", Tucker stopped his chatter suddenly, "wait a second…"

"What?" Emma said, still bored.

"You just called me Tucker."

"Yeah, so…your point is?"

"You never call me Tucker."

He heard another groan "Whatever FOLEY," she sighed "I don't have time for this- I have to go quit my job."

Tucker was confused, "Wait- what?" But she had already hung up her cell phone.

Huh…that's weird…I didn't know she had a job.

"Hey Tuuuccck!" Noa yelled in a sing-song voice

"Yeah?" The poor boy unfortunately looked up from his squatting position.

"What's this?" he said his voice oh so sarcastically playful. Tucker, even through his dark skin, was blushing profusely.

Noa was leaning against the doorway his hair a mess, wearing the usual baggy jeans and dark forest green shirt. His sunglasses were off, giving him a happier, healthier look. He was definitely amused and happy right then. In his hands was a light pink machine that was about the size of a basketball with a huge Hello Kitty head on the front.

Tucker's eyes narrowed menacingly at Noa, "Where'd you get that." he hissed.

"Under you're bed." he stated matter-of-factly with mischief in his eyes.

Tucker's eyes widened at the horrible betrayal and let loose a quick gasp. "You fiend." he accused.

He scrambled and tried to grab the Hello Kitty machine, but Noa being slightly taller (and ganglier) simply outstretched his arm into the air. Tucker made futile attempts on reaching before Noa suddenly jumped onto the sofa. Still standing he held out the 'thing' in front of him, observing it while becoming more and more confused.

"What the heck is this thing anyway? A tickle-me Kitty?" Noa asked half amused at his own joke.

Tucker once again found his reaching useless…he gave up. "It just so happens to be a humidifier!" he said with the last bit of dignity he had left in him.

He tried, he really did. Noa intended to keep a straight face, but it was proven impossible. His firm mouth wiggled free into a huge laugh.

In his time of weakness, Tucker snatched the Hello Kitty humidifier away. With tears of laughter stinging at his eyes, Noa shrunk to the couch, lying down clutching his stomach, "It's…just…too…much." He said taking gulps of breath in between. He started to calm down.

"A Hello Kitty humidifier? Oh look it even has a nightlight…" said Noa.

"It's the only one they had! Besides, I don't use the night light, I just use the humidifier in my room at night because my skin gets really dry. It helps open my pores too."

Tucker just made it worst. Noa was cracking up like a hyena. Tucker stalked away to his bedroom to put his prized possession back where it belonged.

Brian and Sam reached her door to find a yellow post-it note slapped in the middle which read 'OUT'; clearly a sign that Emma wasn't home.

Already turning the key Sam asked behind her "You wanna come in?" A whining was heard on the other side of the door and the click of paws.

Brian remembering his last encounter with Spooks and shakily said "Yeah…sure."

Pushing the door open, the black mutt started to spaz, doing his 'happy dance'. It was more of a hyper wiggle due to the fact that he was dog, and because of this, was not able to control his excitement.

"There's my fawoite puppwy in wold." Sam said to her best friend, giving a good scratch behind the ears. Brian tried to do the same "Hey there boy." Spooks snapped at his fingers and fortunately for Brian he yanked them pack just in the nick of time.

Sam moved on placing her purse on the counter and went to the fridge. "So would you like anything to drink- water, coke, milk?" she said turning around to face Brian. He was still stuck at the door and was now backed up in a corner with Spooks growling, bearing his teeth, at his shins.

"Spooks! No- Bad boy! Shhh…" Sam scolded the dog. She grabbed his collar, "I'm so sorry, I dunno what's gotten into him." She walked him to the bathroom and shut the door behind; angry snuffs were heard as a protest.

Brian wiped his hands nervously, "That's quite all right." Taking his hands with a warm smile, Sam said "Here, let me show you around."

Getting more comfortable Brian replied "Sure."

"That's obviously the bathroom," she said pointing towards the door where Spooks whines were heard, "-kitchen, living/dining area, balcony." They walked down a narrow deep red hallway which had closet doors in the middle and bedrooms on either side.

"That's Emma's room and mine's down here." She said getting more excited and she pulled Brian towards the white door.

Sam's walls were a rich plum color and the bed with the black overstuffed comforter stood in the middle of the room vertically. On the right side is a plain desk filled with pictures, office supplies and a laptop. Classic Rock CDs were strewn everywhere and on the opposite side a large window with a window seat covered in silky and fuzzy purple pillows.

Brian walked over and sank onto the bed, "This is nice…."

"Oh I forgot, did you want anything?-to drink, eat?" Sam asked.

"Actually, could I have some tea? Hot" he said.

"Suuurree…I'll be right back." Sam gave him a weird look. Tea? What is he secretly British or something? It's 85 outside!

Brian was now alone in the room- it was dark, but comfortable. He started to get off when he heard a slight 'kink'. Confused he moved his feet again. Kink kink kink.

He crouched down and lifted the bed cover to discover a picture. The glass was broken and the picture was not too old, but definitely not recent. He observed and saw Sam as a teenager with two other boys. He found what he was hoping to stumble across.

"Your tea is heating in the microwave… Hey watcha got there?" Sam had come back.

Without turning Brian said "Are you going to tell me about this mysterious Danny Fenton or will I have to figure it out on my own." An uncomfortable silence came. It was broken when Sam sat down next to him and took the photo out of the broken frame.

"He was my best friend." she said. Brian scooted closer to her- too close. Sam stood up and placed the photo with the others on her bulletin board above her desk. "And?" Brain said, urging her to continue.

Looking at him with burning violet eyes she said "Something horrible happen in his family-something that no sixteen year old should ever have to suffer. Then he disappeared…gone…without even a goodbye… to those he left behind." Sam lost some of her confidence, looked down into the carpet and rubbed her arm. "No one has seen him ever since…that was six years ago."

Brian walked up to his Sam and hugged her, "I'm sorry he hurt you." she leaned into his strong arms. Her eyes slightly wet. 'Damn emotions. Why am I crying? I've been over this for years.'

Brian tilted the wounded girl's head up towards him and wiped away the tears. With a bit of hesitation, he pressed his lips to hers. Sam responded by returning the kiss but broke it few seconds later when the slight beeping of the microwave was heard. "That's your tea." she mumbled into his chest.

"Hmmm." was his only response. They stood in an embrace until Sam leaned back and wiped the rest of her memories away with the back of her hand.

"I'll be right back." She gave a smile.

"Okay, I'll be right out; I'm just gunna check out your CD collection. It may come surprising to you, but I'm actually a dedicated fan of Rock music." Brian replied.

She only nodded before disappearing. Brian walked over to her bulletin board and took the picture of the three teenagers. 'I won't let you hurt her anymore.' He dropped the slightly aged photo into the trash.

Noa was now officially settled in as the roommate of a techno-geek. Tucker was doing is usual Doom 3 round abouts. "Hey Noa?"

"Yeah?" came a muffled voice; he was in his room.

"You wanna play Doom 3?" said Tucker way too eagerly.

"Uhh…that's okay…I'm…uhh… Come on think of something, anything…reading!" came Noa's reply.

Reading? Who reads in an era of technology! When games, such as Doom 3 are in ones hands...silly boy…doesn't understand.

The main menu came up on the flat screen. I'll just make a player for him just incase if he wants to play later. Look at you Tucker, being so caring and sensitive…the ladies should be dropping at you're feet! Tucker smiled at his own thoughts.

Tucker typed in 'Noa Fidlen' into the anagram scrambler for his friend's new screen name. A few seconds past and a red letters glared at Tucker 'INSUFFICIENT LETTERS'

"What the…" Tucker then remembered the solution to the problem. He typed in 'Noa Ten Fidlen'. Minute later a list of names popped into view.

Tucker scanned the names, looking for a suitable match. His eyes grew with disbelief, "No way…this can't be happening."

Perhaps his newfound roommate and friend was not as new as he thought, for one of the names listen as an anagram for Noa Ten Fidlen was:

Daniel Fenton

A/N: MUAHAHA! Since last chappie wasn't very xciting (more of a filler), I decided an extra long and juicy chapter. I must admit this is a very evil cliff hanger. If ur still questioning where danny is in this story…u need to see a doctor…seriously nobody should b that dim…I dunno if the hello kitty thing was funny or not, my friend actually has one…I put it in here for more comedy, so everything doesn't seem so…ya know…depressing. Will Tucker confront Noa?!? Dundundun…I heart Spooks, he's based after my dog. Well tell me what u think! Grache for the previous reviews, I always love to read them….review goal: 80 Till next time…lurve Oogles