I do not own Danny Phantom.
When Danny had finally pulled himself away from the window he busied himself by cleaning the house.
Danny loved cleaning, and his house was usually just a little too chaotic for his taste, so he always enjoyed it when he got to clean a quiet house. He never touched the basement of course. The basement was in perfect messy order, if he moved anything, his big lug father wouldn't be able to find it.
He tried his hardest not to think about Sam, but when he found himself pacing past the guest bedroom door every few minutes he decided he needed to call Jazz.
Tapping his fingers against the counter he rolled his eyes to the ceiling.
"Come on, Jazz." He muttered, beginning to feel anxious. Just as the last ring was about to rear it's head, Jazz picked up the phone, sounding a little frantic.
"Hello?" she said, out of breath. Danny raised an eyebrow.
"Do I want to know?" he asked, settling his anger low in his stomach. He heard her scoff and he could picture her brushing her short hair out of her face.
"Get your head out of the gutter, little brother," she said, he rolled his eyes. "Mom called and said that a snow storm hit." She said. Danny nodded, sitting in one of the dining room chairs.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "It sucks." He heard her try to stifle a chuckle.
"Oh, Danny, it's just frozen rain." She said warmly, he grimaced.
"No. No, it's not." He said angrily. "It's snow, and it's stupid." She laughed then, and he couldn't help but smile a bit.
He hadn't really realized how close he and his sister were until she left. They talked at least twice a week, and when they called each other, they would be on the phone for hours.
"Was there something you needed? There's not much I can do for you right away, but I can try." She said calmly. Danny sighed.
"Yes," he rested his forehead on his hand. "It's a long story, so sit down somewhere." He heard shuffling in the background.
"Okay, I'm ready." She said carefully. Danny looked at the tiled floor and told her what had happened the past two days.
When he finished his story she was silent for a moment, drinking in everything he had said to her.
"And she kissed you?" she asked, trying to piece everything together.
"Yes," he said quietly, remembering what happened a few hours ago. "I kissed her back obviously, I wasn't going to push her off." He could see Jazz nodding.
"I think that you need to leave her be. It's normal for someone that's just gone through something like she has to act the way she is. Just be kind to her, which I know you are, and let her set the rules. She might be in there for a few days, or she may be out in a few minutes, try to keep an ear out for her, and make sure she's eating and drinking water. Don't let her sink to far away from reality, does that make sense?"
"Yeah," Danny muttered. "So I should just leave her alone?" he asked, looking at the ceiling when he heard movement. His room was above the kitchen, which meant that she might be in there looking for him.
"Yes." She said, "Let her come to you." Danny heard her sigh. "I'm sorry, little brother, but I have to go. Call me tonight if you need to, okay?"
"Alright, Jazz, thank you." He said, standing slowly.
"You're welcome, Danny, I love you." Danny nodded, moving to the entryway of the kitchen.
"Love you too." He said, pulling the phone away from his ear and hanging it back on the wall as he passed by.
They had taken to saying the 'L' word to each other after Danny got his powers. Jazz was always scared that the conversation they were having would be the last conversation they'd ever have, and made him say it back. He didn't mind, he thought it was a good idea, because he did love Jazz, and he didn't want the last words she remembered him by to be harsh words either.
When he rounded the corner to the hallway, facing the stairs, Danny saw Sam standing three steps up. She was crying and he stood awkwardly, watching her, remembering his sister's words.
"I thought you left." She said quietly, looking at him. She looked so scared. Danny smiled at her and went to her, circling his arms around her waist, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly. She was a little bit taller than him standing on the stair, and Danny laid his head on her shoulder.
"I would never." He said quietly, holding her shaking form close to him. "I would never leave you." He kissed her neck gently before resting his head under her chin, rubbing her back soothingly.
She held his head, leaning against his thick hair, taking deep breaths to calm her self down.
When she quieted he pulled away, looking at her, smiling, he wiped her tears with his thumb.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, blushing a little as she fingered the hem of his shirt idly, shaking her head. "Thirsty?" she froze, looking at him, contemplating whether she was or not.
Just as he as about to ask again she nodded.
"What would you like?" He stepped back, holding her waist at arms length, her fingers brushed his shoulders, not able to reach him the way he could her.
"Hot chocolate?" she offered quietly, focusing on his eyes instead of his scar.
He had told her last night in the coffee shop that he was self-conscious about it, he worried that the scar was the only thing people saw when they looked at him.
But with eyes like that?
They were such a stark contrast to his dark lashes, and they were so filled with emotion, it was hard to not get lost in them. When she refocused back to reality, he was smiling at her.
He was always smiling at her.
She had seen so many emotions go through is face the past two days, she was amazed that one person could feel so much in such a little time. But the one thing that he did the most was smile.
He was so happy.
She briefly wondered if he was always this happy, but little tick-mark scars on his arms told another story.
Was it so bad? Was life so bad at one point that he had tried to get away from it?
Deciding to push those thoughts away until later she followed him into the kitchen.
"You picked a good drink. I make a mean hot chocolate." He said opening the fridge, when his eyes landed on a carton of soymilk he pulled it out hesitantly. "And apparently we have… soymilk…" he looked at it quizzically. "How in the…" he looked at her, she smiled coyly. "Did you get this?" he asked, setting it on the counter.
She shrugged, leaning against the table. He laughed.
"When did you get this?" he said, getting the cocoa from the cupboard.
"This morning, I woke up early, and raided the kitchen, saw you didn't have any, and went and got some." She said, watching as he poured the milk into a saucepan, setting it on the stove. "I'm sorry."
He scoffed. "Don't even be, you're staying here for a while, you can do whatever you want." He turned, filling another saucepan with water, setting the top on the pot he turned at looked at her, leaning against the counter. "The only problem with my world famous hot chocolate is that it take a bit to make." She smiled at him, and blushed a little when he motioned her over, walking into his embrace.
"Are you incapable of not having human contact?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him and setting her chin on his chest so she could look at him.
"You'd be amazed at how many times I've heard that." He said, chuckling. She giggled and turned her head away, resting her ear where his heart should beat.
"I don't think I would be." She said evenly, he laughed, holding her closer. "Something's boiling." Sam said, pulling away as his laughter turned into fits of giggles, he turned, uncapping the water and setting the steamer plate on top, Sam watched carefully as he poured the dark chocolate morsels into the plate, and capped it again.
"Now we have to wait for the chocolate to melt and we'll be set." He said, turning back to her and crossing his arms over his chest. Sam looked up at him, letting a small smile grace her features as he beamed down to her.
"How tall are you, Danny?" She asked, looking at his messy hair.
"Six foot one." He said proudly, standing a bit straighter. "I'm not done yet either, my dad's six seven." Her eyes widened. "I know. He's a big guy, it's the reason all our doors are so tall, and all of our entryways just go up to the ceiling. Big guy." He looked down to her. "How short are you?" he said cheekily, leaning down to be eye level with her.
She glared at him, "I'm five three, thank you." She said, putting her nose in the air and crossing her arms. Danny smiled at her warmly, leaning in further, kissing her cheek quickly before standing straight once more.
"You're welcome," he said, turning again to the stove, stirring the chocolate. "Can you go into that cupboard there and get us a couple mugs?" he pointed to his left. She nodded, suppressing her blush.
Sam opened the yellow cabinet and looked up. The mugs were at the top.
Of course.
She came off her top toes and glared at the wall, slowly turning and giving the same look to Danny, who was waiting to see her reaction.
"You're a jerk." She said, not moving. He smiled at her, walking over to her and grabbed the mugs from above her head. Sam looked at his chest when he leaned over her, taking in how his muscles moved under the simple white t-shirt.
"That's alright," he said, setting the minimalist mugs on the counter. "I think I can handle being a jerk." He winked at her, and she turned quickly, closing the cupboard, and not turning until she was sure that her face was once again pale.
When she walked back to him he had finished mixing the drinks and was sprinkling a layer of powdered sugar over the top.
"Alright." He said, eyeing his work. "Let's hope they're as good as they usually are. I'm not used to soy." He said, handing her a cup, she took it in both of her hands, holding it close. It was so warm. Danny watched her carefully as she took a sip. "How is it?"
Her eyes widened and she looked into the glass like it had sprouted eyes.
"It's amazing!" she said, looking at him. Danny exhaled and brought his own cup to his lips, taking a drink.
It was all right, he didn't really like soy, but it wasn't the worst taste ever.
It might be a little bit until I update again, this is all I have so far.
We'll see if I have the time.
Thank you so much for reading.