So it's been awhile. I've been a tad bit busy. Sorry!

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Aim and Fire

Chapter Two: Personal Investigator?

"You've got a huge superiority complex, Sam."

That was the one statement I was greeted with whenever I was behind the bleachers again, two days after I had met Danny and Tucker for the first time. And I was meeting Danny and Tucker again, behind the bleachers (again), in secret. Again.

My eyes widened, and I raised a brow at Tucker, who was smiling at me like he hadn't just totally made a wrong judgment about me. "Um, what?"

Danny snickered. "Since when do you know what that even means…?"

Tucker glared at him, and then turned back to me. "I don't mean it in a bad way, really. I was just think that -"

"YOU DIDN'T MEAN IT IN A BAD WAY?!"

So, I spazzed out a little. I didn't mean to. It just happens.

And Tucker looked very freaked out for a few moments (hey, who can blame him?) before regaining his composure and shrugging. "Well, you've got this amazing, great power and it's obvious you think you're better than everyone else."

If I was the kind of person who carried a pocketknife, it would be out and ready at this moment.

Or a bat. A bat would be more intimidating, probably.

"Excuse me?! I do not think I'm better than everyone else! If I did, I'd be…like…I'd be like Paulina." I nodded my head with satisfaction. Yes, Sam, I thought with an evil grin, good example!

Tucker and Danny just stared at me for a few moments, seemingly speechless. "What's wrong with Paulina?" Danny asked curiously, sounding a little insulted.

Oops. I had stuck my foot in my mouth, once again. Good going.

"Um…well, I just don't like her very much." There was no use hiding it now, was there?

Tucker laughed, much to my surprise. "Who does?"

I was quiet for a moment before smiling again, chuckling a little. "Here, here."

We laughed harder, and we barely noticed the small little fact that Danny was not laughing, and he looked a little angry and uncomfortable with this whole situation.

"Oh, Danny. Cheer up. You said yourself she's a man-eater, don't deny it." Tucker teased.

I smiled along with him. "Man-eater…good choice of words…" We grinned at each other.

Danny still wasn't laughing, and he was glaring at Tucker and I.

Well. This wasn't going well, now was it?

Tucker coughed a little, and I looked down at my shoes. "I thought you were over that." He muttered quietly to Danny.

My head shot up curiously. Over what?

"I am." Danny said stiffly.

"Um…" They both looked at me. "What?"

Danny shook his head, and opened his mouth to answer me, but Tucker beat him to it; "Danny and Paulina dated for like 6 months a while back. She cheated on him…it ended badly…she's back wish Dash now, and Danny's with Valerie. It shouldn't matter…" He looked back to Danny, who had a full-force glare, and his eyes seemed to be glowing in a strange sort of way -

Paulina. Danny. Cheating. Relationship. 6 months.

I REMEMBERED.

Of course, it was a very vague memory, but I remembered. It had been probably almost 2 years ago, when Dash and Paulina had taken their biggest break yet. I do recall Paulina dating someone else, but I hadn't paid enough to attention as to who she wad dating. I hadn't even had a clue it was Danny!

My eyes had widened and I knew that I had probably been strangely quiet for quite a few minutes, because Tucker waved a hand in front of my face. "Sam?"

"YOU'RE PAULINA'S BOY-TOY?!" I pointed to Danny wildly.

Danny froze. "Boy-toy, huh?"

We were all quiet for a moment. I shrugged. "I hear everything, remember?" I asked with a wince.

Danny sighed. "Can we just move past this?"

"THANK YOU!" Tucker yelled. "THAT WAS SO UNCOMFORTABLE!"

I laughed awkwardly.

He couldn't have been more right.

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"Ahahahah! Danny Fenton and Paulina Sanchez? You're kidding me!" Elena cackled, almost spitting out her drink.

Natalie cracked a small smile, trying to hide it behind her hand. "Sshhh! People can hear you, you know!"

It's not like I was in the safety of my own home when I cracked the news. Oh no. We were in the Cafeteria. Where everyone could just eavesdrop, if they wanted to. So much for secrecy.

Elena just kept on laughing. "But Sam! That's the funniest thing I've heard…all freaking week! What the hell! Danny is…well, no offense to him…"

"He's not Paulina's type." Natalie settled with a firm nod and Elena just pointed at her and nodded furiously.

"Exactly," She pointed her finger back to me. "But enough of that nonsense." She giggled again. "What dirt do you have on Valerie?"

So maybe I wasn't alone in my little Is-Valerie-Gray-Cheating-Adventure. I mean, this information was vital to Danny and Valerie and their relationship, and I so do not want to screw it up.

At all.

And of course, the only two people I would ask for help would the first two people to know about my little gift: Elena and Natalie. Smart of me, eh?

I sighed and shook my head. "Nothing, yet. I have a feeling that Danny is just one paranoid freak."

Natalie nodded. "You know, you said that Paulina cheated on Danny while they were dating. After he found that out, he probably has to be a little wary of people." She shrugged.

"True. But does he really need to hire Sam Manson the Personal Investigator to check up on his own girlfriend?" Elena smirked.

I stared at her. "Sam Manson the Personal Investigator?"

Elena turned to me, her eyes wide. "I'M A FUCKING GENIUS. You should have your own office building! You could wear those cool cloaks and sunglasses and even have a sign on your door that says: SAMANTHA MANSON: P.I."

My stare turned into a heated glare, and Natalie chirped, "That wouldn't be such a bad idea, Sam."

"Shut. Up."

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If you really thought about it, what I was doing was really low.

For one thing, I was helping some jaded guy sneak around and check up on his probably-not-even-cheating-girlfriend. Who knows how Valerie would react if she found out what Danny was doing behind her back.

And if she was cheating? Well, that was a completely different story: there would be a huge confrontation, and fight, possibly a break-up. Tears, most definitely. I knew how the game went.

But it's not like high school relationships last, anyways. If Danny was so doubtful and obviously unhappy…why didn't he just take a break, or end it?

Guys. Psh. I would never understand.

And Valerie…what was she doing that made it seem like she was cheating, anyways? What was making Danny so suspicious?

Right now, I wasn't doing anything to answer my questions. I was so used to the information coming to me, I felt like I didn't even need to work for it. And for the moment, I really didn't think I needed to try.

Danny and Tucker apparently had been so trusting in my "powers" -- why should I do things differently?

Things wouldn't turn out drastically or different, would they?

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"Um, your names Valerie, right?"

Even though I had promised myself that in my "investigation process", that I wouldn't do anything differently. And technically, I wasn't.

I just figured that if I really wanted to get the information quickly, I should at least get acquainted with Valerie Gray. My subject, as I so affectionately dubbed her. Bleh.

Valerie looked at me blankly. "Yeah. You're Sam."

Was that a question? I thought.

"Um…yeah. That would be it. Uh…aren't you dating Danny Fenton?" I asked as casually and nicely as I could. This wasn't turning out as well as I thought it would have.

"…yes, I am. Why?" She asked suspiciously.

Oh shit. I was in for it.

"Oh…just wondering…" I shrugged. I was already doomed, wasn't I?

She turned back around in her seat stiffly. Go me. I had just made the situation very awkward.

I sighed. "Actually, one of my…friends…decided that…they'd ask Danny out, you know? But he said…he already had a girlfriend named Valerie. And I was wondering if you were that Valerie."

Wow. I had just made up the lamest excuse known to man-kind.

I fail at life.

Valerie raised a brow, and then surprisingly, shrugged. "It happens. You're Sam Manson, though, right?"

She seemed a little happier. And it was obvious she bought into my lie.

Yes. I suddenly don't fail at life.

I just nodded, and she turned around again.

And randomly, a piece of paper was thrown onto my desk, folded into neat little squares. Looking around warily, I picked it up and opened it, trying to make sure the teacher didn't see and take it away.

I know your secret too, Sam.

You can't hide from this forever.

Aaaaannnnd now my life was over.

Thanks, God. Really. You make this so easy on me.

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No, I don't like this chapter much. It's filler-esque. But it will do for now…

Oh, and I wrote a oneshot, called Straightjacket Feeling. Read and review?

Thanks!