Okay, so like I promised - something that combines both Kisses one and two. I shall not say anymore (disclaimers at the end of the first chapter) - here we go!
"Danny look out!" Sam's shout alerted the fourteen-year-old boy only in time for him to look up and see the huge, clawed paw of his giant green adversary take a furious swipe at him.
Danny felt the wind being knocked out of him as he flew backward from the impact, too dazed to make himself turn intangible in time to phase through the back alley wall and hence smashing right into it.
A sharp pain through his head - and the half-ghost sank to the ground, groaning, twin blue rings at his waist immediately returning him to his original human form - back to his regular jeans and t-shirt from black and silver-white spandex; green eyes and white hair changing back to blue and black as the rings moved over them respectively.
Danny was, however, able to muster up enough of his fading focus to grab the Fenton Thermos and suck the bear-ghost in with a burst of blue light - before his swimming vision last registered Sam's black combat boots running hurriedly up to him and he blacked out.
First Grade, 1997
"Hey. Are you okay?" A young voice came asking gently.
"Ow..." Seven-year-old Danny Fenton found himself blearily opening his eyes to a sharp throbbing pain in his head.
What had happened? Oh yes... he'd fallen down from somewhere and hit his head hard...
His vision then began to focus... and Danny would never forget thinking that the face in his view - the source of the voice that had spoken - was the prettiest thing that he'd ever seen in his entire seven years of life.
She had lovely black hair, just like his own, up in two pigtails, and an inquisitive face, with the most striking... eyes... purple eyes... Danny would later learn that the color was actually called violet, but all the young boy knew for now was that he'd never seen eyes purpler or more beautiful than his own mother's before.
And it was hence that this, combined with the knowledge that he'd fallen down earlier, prompted the words from his mouth in a most awed whisper -
"...Are you... an angel?"
The girl immediately started laughing, her chuckles light like a bell's. "Don't be silly. You just fell from the monkey bars, that's all. I saw you. You were hanging upside-down and then you just went - 'fwump'. ...Maybe you hit your head a bit too hard." She gave what Danny thought to be something like a smug smile, then held out a hand.
Confused, he blinked for a moment, then realized it was meant to help him up and took it shyly.
She got up from where she was kneeling next to him and pulled him to his feet along with her, still smiling that peculiar smile. "You're kinda slow, aren'tcha?"
"...Slow?" More blinking. Apparently she... whoever she was, had a better vocabulary than he did, because if there was another meaning to that word, Danny didn't know it.
She laughed again. "Did you really hit your head that hard?"
"No. I don't think so. I've hit it tons of times before." Danny grinned in sheepish admittance, half-scratching, half-rubbing the back his head where his sore spot was.
"Yeah I kinda figured that," The girl gave him another one of those weird smiles. "You look like one of those silly boys who keep trying to do crazy stuff to show off and only end up getting themselves hurt anyway."
"Hey!" He pouted at the insult.
She simply laughed yet again. "Well..." She shrugged, looking around at all the other kids on the school playground - all were doing pretty normal stuff - swinging, playing on the see-saws, going down slides, running around... and playing on the monkey bars - like how they were supposed to. She turned back and grinned at the skinny blue-eyed, raven haired boy next to her. He had a nice, timidly friendly look about him, if nothing else. "At least you're not like the rest, 'cos you were hanging upside-down. You're... different. I like being different."
Danny blinked again, not really knowing what she meant. "Yeah... different's okay I guess."
She gave another grin. "I'm Sam. What's your name?"
"Danny..." He answered haltingly, frowning a little. "Isn't Sam a boy's name?"
Sam made a face. "Not exactly. Mommy and Daddy call me Sammiekins. My real name's Samantha. But I like Sam much better."
"Nah," he said, giving her a once over and smiling. Sure, she looked like any other first-grade girl... purple shirt and denim shorts... but...
He grinned at her. "Angel's a nicer name."
And that, had been how Danny Fenton and Sam Manson had met...
"Danny? Danny wake up. Can you hear me? Danny..."
Danny groaned softly as he finally came to his senses. The soft touch of fingers against his cheek, and he opened his eyes to focus on the exact same pair of deep violet ones that had been staring inquisitively down at him seven years ago.
It was the same pretty face... only older... more mature...
"Are you... an angel?" He murmured hoarsely, still half-dazed at least and hence quite positive that he was probably not on earth any longer. Besides, she seemed so enchanting from where he was...
But then this 'angel' laughed and gave a signature smirk - one which could only possibly be Sam's.
"I highly doubt angels would wear black."
Okay. So maybe he wasn't exactly dead just yet.
Sam offered him a hand, still smirking, and Danny took it, groaning softly at the throb that went through his head as she helped him up - though of course finally registering that this was indeed just his best friend - not some angel from heaven.
Though she certainly still looked every bit like one - in her own special way - if Danny could say so himself... And, he realized - had been and was still one... to him, right up till that day, right up till that very moment, in everything they shared, everything she did for him, every was she looked out for him -
"You okay?" Her voice broke into his thoughts, and Danny snapped out of them to see violet eyes shining with genuine concern at him.
His breath caught in his throat. They were still as beautiful as he'd remembered them to be...
And before he could stop himself he'd reached out and done what he'd always wanted, somehow, to do, since the first time he saw her -
Kiss her.
His lips were pressed softly against hers in the most gentle, sweetly shy fashion, and Sam would have melted into him (and returned it, too) at their warmth and his affectionate touch against her cheek as his hand held her close - if not for the huge sense of surprise that shot through her at his sudden action.
But before she could react to it those couple of shocking yet blissful seconds had faded away, leaving Danny to pull back, smiling dopily; dazedly at her - then finally, in pure boyish sheepishness.
"I'll... take that as a yes," Sam finally managed to find her voice, trying to smirk casually again as she let out a long, quiet breath, head still reeling slightly.
Danny grinned his signature goofy grin. "Yeah, I'll be fine..." He reached up and rubbed the back of his own head, making a slight face. "That's gonna leave a mark, though."
"Nothing you shouldn't be used to." Sam smiled sardonically, composure now fully regained.
"Yeah," Danny grinned again, almost laughing as he quoted lightly, "After all... I am one of those silly boys who keep trying to do crazy stuff to show off and only end up getting themselves hurt anyway, aren't I?"
"Not so much now as you were then." Sam grinned back. "Now, you've actually got a reason for all that crazy stuff you keep getting yourself into... and you never were much of a show-off - at least when you're your normal self around Tucker and me."
At this Danny only managed another sheepish grin. He could recall a few times when Sam's statement to him when they'd first met had certainly proven true...
"So." Sam changed the subject, steering them back toward the present and now giving him a knowing look, her smirk widening still. "First grade days aside - and seeing as you're probably still of sound mind..." She folded her arms, looking at him challengingly with a raised eyebrow. "You'd better have a good explanation for me, Danny Fenton."
"Well I -" Now Danny blushed - quite furiously too, realizing what it was she was referring to. "I... it was just another... you know. Fake-out-make-out."
Sam's eyebrow went up even further, amused. "Really." Her tone implied that it was more of a statement than question.
Though of the two kisses they'd shared before this one - both fake-out-make-outs as well, as they'd both termed them - she had to admit there'd been... a deeper, more heartfelt... sincere feel about it this time. Somehow... she'd sensed it.
Danny now grinned again. "Well... you could take it as a thank you I guess..."
And shy blush or no shy blush, Sam knew that the words which came out next were spoken in all innocent honesty and meant with all best-friend affection there could possibly be.
"For being... in every special way - and since the day we met - my angel."
Another one done! xD Yay.
If you want to guess my inspiration for this actually, it shouldn't be that hard to figure out, right...? xP Unless you weren't paying attention when you were watching Spider-man... Whoops! Haha, I've let it slip, haven't I? Well, you can still guess the scene... it's from the first one. Whooo and BOY I can't wait for Spider-man 3... SPOILER - it has Venom in it... xD
Okay okay. 'Nuff said... if you enjoyed it or think it could be better, do review and let me know!
