First of all I'd like to give a big "Thank you!" to my very supportive reviewers, namely TexasDreamer01, ArtGirlPhantom, Phantom'sShadow94, Miriam1, DPcrazy, cariadiorarua, and Cantdecideonaname! You guys rock! To answer a question I received, everyone knows Danny's secret. I just assumed that was understood when I put on the summary that it takes place after Phantom Planet, but I see how that could still mean some people don't know. I mention in this chapter how he did a bunch of interviews after the whole incident so that should help set the scene as well. Oh and I unblocked anonymous reviews. Thanks for pointing that out, I didn't know about that. Okay on to the story then!

"DANNY!" Sam shrieked into the phone as once again she heard blasts and huffy breaths, but no actual words coming from the other end.

"Yah, I'm here," he quickly responded, "but like I said I'm a little busy right now." More blasts.

"Now?/! With only half an hour until the dinner?/! This can't be happening! If I have to spend even one second alone with both our parents because you're still busy-"

"That's not going to happen," he assured her, "Ha! You missed!"

Sam sighed. She wished she could be there helping and instead she was stuck "getting ready for the company" which was more like making sure her mom didn't over do it with the dainty hors d'oeuvres (A/N: took me forever to find out how to spell that word but it had to be that one, appetizers sounds too cheap for Sam's family.) and too much silverware.

"Who is it anyways?" she asked. Danny hesitated to tell her. She could tell.

"It's no one. Just a couple of Walker's goons out patrolling," he finally replied, as if it was no big deal. Sam knew better.

"Oh and you're sure they couldn't possibly be in Amity Park because Walker sent them to get you and when they fail, he won't come after you himself?" She waited for an answer as she went around her dining room table unfolding the cloth napkins from an extravagant swan to just a simple rectangle. "Well?" she persisted into the phone.

"Look I uh . . . I really gotta go-" he paused "-and now my mom's calling me too, oh great."

"Just promise me you'll be here," Sam pleaded.

"I promise."

Danny hung up with Sam and then answered his cell to have a similar conversation with his mom. He was finally able to convince her that she didn't have to worry about him even if they left for the Mansons' without him and hung up.

"Now to deal with you two," he said turning back to two of Walker's men poised with buzz batons (er whatever those things are).

(A/N: I'm skipping the action scene for now. I'm not very good at narrating the fights. But I promise there will be more action later!)

The doorbell rang. Sam took a deep breath and fixed her dress in the mirror on the wall by the door. (A/N: Yes, she is wearing a dress. Calm down, it's black and not frilly. I'm not making her too girly. I feel that I can still be true to her character while letting her wear a dress because of the time she wore that dress to the dance with the dragon. I'm taking time to say this because one of my fave authors on fanfiction doesn't like it when people make Sam girly and I respect that. Anyways, back to the story.)

"Mom! Dad! C'mon! They're here!" Sam yelled down the entrance way.

"Coming, coming dear," Mrs.Manson said as she hurried up to the door poofing up her hair, followed by her husband, "though I still don't understand what the bid deal is with actually answering the door when Max (dunno the butler's real name) can just do it for us."

"It's important to me Mom," Sam offered as the only explanation.

"Would I be doing it if it wasn't?" Mrs.Manson questioned, fixing her daughter with an I'm-trying-to-be-understanding gaze, "You're letting us do this and so it's only fair that we let you have your . . . conditions."

"Right," Sam said, not really hearing her mother. She had butterflies. Really bad, annoying ones. "Let's just do this," she said opening the door.

The Fentons were greeted with huge smiles and we're-so-glad-you're-here eyes. But Sam's smile faded when she realized that only two Fentons stood on their doorstep. Danny was missing.

"Where's Danny?" she quickly asked.

Jack and Maddie's we're-glad-to-be-here-too smiles disappeared as the two exchanged looks.

Sam clenched her fists and began to mutter, "He promised he'd be-"

"Here."

The Fentons turned in surprise to reveal Danny standing behind them dressed in what had become his signature look: all black suit and shirt with silver tie. His mom, Jazz, and Sam had had way too much fun one day when they dragged him to the mall and picked out clothes for his many interviews on talk shows and such.

Sam couldn't hide her astonishment as her eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped. She finally composed herself when she noticed the gleam of amusement in Danny's eyes and refused to give him any more satisfaction. It was obvious from his parents' looks of confusion that he hadn't been behind them when they rang the doorbell.

Sam's parents recovered quickly from the strange exchange and continued smiling while inviting everybody in. Jack and Maddie, dressed appropriately for the dinner (no hazmat suits), put their smiles back on and stepped into the house. Danny followed and Sam let her parents lead his parents farther inside while she stayed behind to give her boyfriend a "proper" greeting.

She punched his arm.

"Hey, ow," he complained, not really meaning it.

"You did that on purpose," she accused.

"No, I swear," he insisted, "I just finished changing like five seconds ago and flew up to the doorstep right as you answered the door. You know I wouldn't want to scare you like that after I promised."

Sam just smiled and grasped his hand.

"What," Danny said wearily, "you're gonna let me off the hook just like that?"

"Can't help it," Sam answered playfully, "you just look so good in that suit."

She snuck a quick kiss from his lips while he was still processing what she had said. Then he smiled.

"Thanks, you look great too. I love the dress."

She watched his eyes rake up and down her figure in the little black dress before they returned to her face.

"Thanks," she said staring into his eyes, momentarily forgetting their parents waiting in the other room.

"You gonna show me to the drawing room, Miss Manson?" Danny teased, ruining the moment in Sam's opinion.

She rolled her eyes before joining in on the act. "Well of course, Mister Fenton, but for your information, it's called the sitting room."

Whoo! Long chapter, but I hope you're enjoying it!

I actually have already written out most of this story in advance. I'm really busy sometimes and would feel immensely guilty if I couldn't update for a long time and left you guys hanging. So I'm gonna try to post often, but we'll see how long my stored-up chapters last when I get busy again.