I do not own Danny Phantom.

"Danny?"

Danny stirred slightly at his name, but didn't wake.

Sam sat on the edge of his bed leaning over him; he had sprawled out on his back and was snoring loudly. It was quite a sight, really. She smiled a little and set her hands on his chest, rocking him softly.

"Danny, Danny, Danny! Wake up!" that got him.

He woke up with a start, sitting up so fast that he ran into her head. They both reeled back, holding their foreheads, and hissing in pain.

They looked at each other, eyes teary, and laughed.

He wrapped his arms around her as she leaned in, falling back onto his pillow, still laughing. She calmed first, watching as his laughter died down into fits of chuckles before he quieted all together and looked at her, still smiling.

"Good morning!" he said, holding her tighter against him. She laced her fingers on his chest and rested her chin against them, looking at the scar under his eye. "How are you?" he asked carefully, his smile fading, moving his hands behind his head.

She turned her head to look out the window and shrugged. "I'm not sure, to be honest." Danny looked down at her, watching her eyelashes move as she blinked at looked around. "I think I might be in denial." She said quietly. "But I have no more tears, so that's good." She looked at him again, smiling a little. "I have to take everything in stride, you know?" He nodded.

She watched him as his gaze moved to the ceiling. He was very handsome. And so kind.

"Hey, Danny?" she said quietly, her eyes resting again on his scar. He looked down at her and smiled. "Can I ask you something?" she leaned her cheek on her hand. He moved his hands from behind his head and rested them on her back.

"Of course, anything." He said.

There were no secrets between them, he felt, and he had only known her for less than a day. It was amazing.

"How did you get that scar?" she asked. He stared at her for a moment, his mind racing on which scar she could be talking about, "the one under your eye."

Ah.

Right.

"Ghost." He said, remembering the fight clearly. "He caught my sister, she's got a nasty scar on her back from the fight. I almost didn't win." He chuckled solemnly. "Well… actually… I didn't win. He was a half a centimeter away from taking my eye out and the reason why the scar is so nasty is because he cut so deep he scratched my skull." Sam gasped.

"Oh my gosh." She breathed.

"You want to know what the worst part is?" he asked, dreading what he was about to say.

"What?" she asked, fully enthralled by his story.

"He got away." He whispered. "He got away, and disappeared. He broke my leg, arm, collarbone, a couple ribs, practically scratched my face off, and he got away." He looked away from her then. "It's my fault. He's out there somewhere plotting, probably hurting people, and it's my fault." He muttered, this was the first time he had ever talked to anyone about it, he realized as his heart began to feel heavy.

"There's nothing you could've done, Danny, by the sounds of it, and you and your sister are both alive, and that's all that matters." She said, reaching up and brushing his bangs from his forehead. "You're amazing." She whispered. He looked down at her. "You're so amazing."

"I feel like I've known you forever," he said quietly. She blushed softly.

"I feel the same way, to be honest." She muttered, pulling her hand back. "Why do you think that is?" Danny thought for a moment before answering the way he thought his sister would.

"Because we've experienced a traumatic event together." He said, matter of factly. "That… and we trust each other. Trust always brings people together. Aaaaaaaaand, probably the fact that we're partners on that silly project which involves us knowing and asking things about one another helps too." He said, smiling. She giggled and scooted up to his face, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you." She said quietly, smiling gently. He blinked.

"For what?" he asked, his entire face red.

"For everything."

How they had gone from just laying on his bed watching Saturday morning cartoons, to kissing was beyond him.

All Danny knew was that she started it, he liked it, and the only reason she was doing this was probably to not think about her parents, which most likely meant that he was taking advantage of her.

And of course the small noises she was making every few seconds didn't help the situation.

Deepening the kiss, Sam eased his mouth open the slightest bit, taking his lower lip into her mouth. He groaned and held her tighter.

It was then that his body decided that he wanted to be in control of this kiss, instead of her. Slowly pushing them up into sitting positions he continued to kiss her. He rested his hand on her neck, running his thumb across her pulse.

Since he no longer had a pulse, or one you couldn't feel it at least, he had found that he relished in the feeling of blood flowing under someone's skin. Straying from her lips he kissed down to her neck, resting his lips on her pulse he froze, taking in the feeling of life against his mouth.

She sighed and ran her fingers through his hair, leaning her head down to lay feather soft kisses against his shoulder, which was exposed because of the wife beater he wore.

He held her tighter, moving his lips back up to hers, she purred quietly and welcomed him, caressing the back of his head gently.

His hands slipped under her shirt, running his fingers over her ribs, she was so small.

They both froze when Danny's cell phone began to ring. They pulled away from each other, blushing. Sam smiled at him, running her hands down to his shoulders. He leaned in, kissing her quickly, before grabbing his phone and flipping it open.

"Hello?" Danny winced when his mother's voice came through the receiver. It didn't seem quite fair that his mom got to call him when Sam…

"Snow storm?" he quipped, giving Sam a look, she looked at the window again, before getting off the bed silently to actually look out the window. "That's okay," Danny watched Sam, listening as his mother showered him with questions. "Yeah, I'll be fine, I have a friend over. Yes, I have enough money. No, I don't need Jazz. I'm a big boy, I can handle it, mom." He stiffened when the word left his mouth, eyeing Sam carefully; she winced and didn't look at him. "Mom, I gotta go." He said quietly. "Yes, yes. I love you too." By then he couldn't look at Sam, guilt was flooding over him in waves. "Bye."

He closed the phone and set it next to him, looking at the spot where she had been sitting a few moments ago. A heavy silence settled over them.

"I just don't understand." She whispered, his head snapped to her.

"Sam…" he muttered, at a loss for words. He was never good with words, he was a good hugger, and could get almost anyone to smile, but words?

He would've been better off as a mute.

"I think…" she said quietly, her eyes darting around the floor, thinking of the best way to word what she was trying to say. "I think I need to be alone for a while." She left his room, her head down, and went to the room he had put her in early this morning.

Danny didn't go after her. He instead stood and walked over to the window. There was definitely snow on the ground.

The storm must have come through that morning right when Danny had fallen asleep and moved on to where his parents were stuck and couldn't leave until the snow melted a bit. They were going to drive home tomorrow, but that was most definitely not happening.

Danny watched as a few fresh flakes began to fall, his brows furrowing, setting his face into a hard glare.

He hated the snow.