Thanks SO friggin' much for all the reviews! You guys bring smiles to my face. Thank you!!
Let me clear something up; in UF, I am assuming I mention Sam is twelve once or twice? THIS IS A TYPO. Origionally, Sam was twelve and Danny was fourteen (just as a large part of the story takes place when the kids are that age). But after a little bit of thinking, I realized there was no way in the entire universe people could go through what the two went through after only knowing each other for a month, so I changed the ages back to the origional idea; eight and ten. Thanks to everyone who pointed that out to me. I feel bad; I reread the piece a few times but I must have skimmed over the fact.
Also, I want people to understand this; I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE POINT OUT MY MISTAKES. Please don't go "this lyke ttly suks, u r a bitch & u cant rite at al! GO AWAY U FREEK," but feel free to point out a spelling mistake, some sort of screw up like before hand, or anything of the sort (just not grammar because I have a weird way with grammar where it's "acceptable" when you finish the actual piece). So, please, if you find mistakes...tell me! I'm a quest to become a better writer anyway!
Sorry, this is sort of filler chapter, but it's kind of important. So...yess! Lol I'll keep updating at about this pace, between two and three days each time.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny, Sam, Tucker, or Vlad. The three belong to Butch Hartman.
I do not own the band AFI; I do not own the band MCR; I do not own the band Linkin Park; I do not own the band Blaqk Audio; I do not own the band the Used; I do not own the band Rise Against.
Some ideas in this story were taken from Glamorous(insertunderscorehere)death, a member of the website from her story "Will You Cry for me?...or Will you cry with me?"
I do, however, own most of the plot to this fanfiction. IF SOMEONE STEALS IT I WILL EAT THEM.
Warning (so you guys don't eat my brain): DANNY FENTON AND SAM MANSON ARE ALTERED IN THIS FANFICTION. SAM IS TWO YEARS YOUNGER THAN DANNY; DANNY GOT HIS POWERS AT AGE TEN. If you do not want to read a fanfiction that is not "true" to the series, then please, do not read this. I'm sorry, but in order to make the fanfiction work, they had to be seperate ages. Once again...Danny and Sam are different ages; this fanfiction does not correspond whatsoever with the actual series.
This fanfiction is a work of fiction that came from the screwed up hole I call a brain. It is flufftastical, romantic, terribly tragic, and using the characters and most of their family history/backgrounds as bases. Thank you for understanding!
Once again, thanks! Enjoy this next chapter!
Danny jolted awake as he panted. Not another nightmare; the nightmares seemed to never cease. His hands flew to his face, and he groaned darkly as he realized they were transparent. "Dammit," he muttered to himself, lips blue and his body cold. He made his hands rematerialize before turning to the blazing red lights and reading the time. "Three Oh-Five," the clock sang to him.
He groaned, rolled over, and pulled his head under his pillow. His fingers twitched irritably, wondering when the next ghost was going to attack. He hated not having the luxuries of a ghost portal at his call; it was quite a miserable feat, beating one ghost one day, only to have them turn around and come sneering back to him. At least he had mastered that nifty trick of creating portals out of thin air! He had acquired it quite easily, not really having to work at it.
He remembered—back when his mom, dad, and sister Jazz were alive—the three of them oblivious to his powers as he struggled to control them. And then the horrible freak accident, when he had been at school for detention. The one where the ghosts broke free of their personal ghost portal, wreaking havoc on the house and ultimately killing his family.
He gulped, angry that the tears were washing over his eyes so freely. Goddamn! Why hadn't he been there? Why had he been so careless as to not be able to help them? To get himself thrown in detention for not doing his homework four times? He groaned, rubbing at his eyes with the butt of his palms, and nearly screamed at how wet his eyes came back.
There had been the custody fight, of course. Random family members coming to claim him. Then Vlad Masters, in the flesh, materializing and winning most of the lawsuits by flashing his wealth at them. He grit his teeth together angrily thinking of Vlad. But, in the end, Danny was able to choose; and of course he chose an orphanage.
Living there for around six months, he had stumbled into the ordeal of life as an orphan. He had hated it; the first few nights it was all he could do not to sob at the mere mention of his family. He even missed Jazz, and he had hated her before then.
But as time moved on, and as ghosts started to realize he had moved, they began to attack him in his new town. And he knew—he had to protect them as he had protected Amity Park. It was aggravating, going back into the grind of life that reminded him so much of his parents. The ghost hunters, the world-whack-jobs, the whack-jobs who had been brutally murdered by ghosts. The worst part of it was, he couldn't tell anyone he knew who the murderer's were; he would be locked up immediately. He had to stay quiet, the burden of being apart of the same race as his family's murderers heavy on his shoulders.
Tears streaked down his cheeks pitifully. And here he was, a guy, crying his heart out. Again. He rubbed furiously at his eyes, knowing they were flashing green with white hot anger.
His mind dithered to Sam. Her sweet face, grinning happily up at him, her beautiful eyes alight with emotion. Burning with the emotion, literally relentless in the sinking pool. He sighed rather happily, thinking about how nice it had been to hug her.
Slowly, he drifted back to sleep, his mind allowing him to rest as he thought of Sam.
He awoke in the morning by rasps on his door. Mumbling, he raised his head, his pillow rather damp from the crying jag hours before. "Yeah?" he called sleepily.
He rolled out of bed at her voice.
"Can I come in, Danny?" she asked softly, tentatively, as if expecting rejection. Danny wanted to take any fears she had of him not accepting her into his room and shove them up someone's—
He spoke too quickly, all too eager to see her again. "Yeah, sure, come in," he gushed.
She bounded into the room, grinning from ear to ear, flinging herself into his arms. "I missed you," she said as she hugged him tightly around the waist.
Danny let out a laugh at her, putting his hand on her head and pressing it closer to his chest. He sighed contentedly, stroking her hair calmly. "We've only known each other for a little more than twelve hours." He pulled her head away and held her face in his hands. "I missed you too," he added softly.
She smiled, causing Danny to nearly tear up at how cute it was. She pulled away, but grasped tightly to his hands, smiling at him happily.
"What do you want to do today?" Danny asked, sitting down on his bed, dragging Sam along with him. She pulled her legs up under herself (adorned in black flats with stars laced around them, a pair of jeans, and a short sleeved band tee).
Still holding his hand, she gave him a blithe smile. "Do you wanna just talk?"
He nodded. "That's fine by me!"
The two talked and talked. Breakfast was an option, so no one came to bug them to come down. All too soon, it rounded twelve o'clock. Danny happened to glance at the clock before jumping up in surprise and groaning.
"Shit," he said, looking briefly at Sam and then tearing off his shirt. He stumbled to his wardrobe, pulled on a basic white tee, and slipped off his pants to reveal boxers.
He turned his head and smirked at her. "You can stop staring," he informed her, wagging his butt at her. She blushed profusely, looking away. She had been staring, and drooling, if she were to be honest with herself. She had seen him without a shirt on, and then with boxers on. Albeit, he had something else on during either occasion, but a very large part of her had died of joy at the sight of his chest. And of his boxers.
Dressed, Danny tugged on socks and shoes. "What's the mayhem for?" Sam finally asked, after finding her voice. Seeing Danny like that robbed her of her sanity momentarily.
"They'll come and grab us if we're late for lunch," Danny said, hopping on one foot as he pulled the shoe over his foot. "And girls can't be in boys dorms, and vice versa. I forgot about that. They perform checks, somewhat periodically during the night. And then during the day at random times. At night they check all the rooms, during the day they check only certain ones on certain random days of the week."
Shoe on his foot, he grabbed Sam off the bed and flung her off of it. She stumbled forward, grumbling, as he shoved her out the door. She gave a squeak of indignation but other than that didn't protest his frantic attempts to get her out of the room.
He jumped out, acting as if he were not guilty of anything, and snatched her hand. A flash of a grin, and him rolling his eyes. "We can hold hands, although they do get gossipy. Let's give them something to gossip about for a bit, shall we?"
Grinning rather mischievously, Sam gripped his hand tightly. "If we want to freak them out, why not tell them I slept in your room last night?" Sam asked innocently. Danny choked with laughter.
"Uh, I think they'd have us arrested."
She shook her head indignantly, stomping her foot down as they headed down the steps. "No! You can't get arrested for sleeping in someone's room."
Danny shushed her, however, for fear that someone would over hear. The two dashed to the dining room, not caring that they were late. Danny felt content by her side, gripping her hand. It was warm, soft, and overly inviting. A part of him wondered what her lips would feel like if her hands were that soft. He shook his head, clearing the thought from his mind, slightly angry he had even thought it.
Raising an eyebrow at his headshake, Sam opened her mouth to ask. But just then they reached the dining room doors. A quick smirk was shared between the two as they burst through the doors, gripping hands, walking to the line for food.
Danny pointed to the orange glob with their entwined hand. "See that? Can you guess what it is?"
Sam looked at it as if it were going to climb out of the container and eat her. "Mutant pasta?" she guessed. He laughed, nodding and holding his tray over the counter for the food.
"Close enough. Mac and Cheese."
Sam's face paled. "Okay. I really wish I hadn't heard that information!" She shook her head as the pasta was slapped onto her tray. "If this is a orphanage for rich orphans, why can't the food be halfway decent?"
Danny shrugged, grabbing a brownie and nodding in approval as she reached for her own. "I think it's against the law that any area with many kids in it should have good food."
Giggling, she nodded and ran to grab a Snapple. Danny couldn't help the feeling that he was high, just off of the insane laughter. He wanted to laugh along with her, grip her hands, press his lips against hers, run his hands through her hair…
He shook his head again, scowling slightly, and turned to exit the line with his tray, as he was done grabbing his food. Sam followed, and the two found their own table, resuming conversation immediately.