"I really don't want to go, Tucker," Danny said, glancing at Tucker who was sitting at his computer. "I hate the snow, and, honestly, so do you. You like the idea of snow, Tuck." He said, rummaging through his closet, he was going to lose this battle, he knew, but at least he'd put up a fight for it. "And besides, Sam hasn't been out of the room in a while, she might be asleep."

Tucker turned, giving Danny an accusing look.

"I love the snow." Danny glared at him. "I love it so much." He huffed and turned back to the screen. "Most amazing thing on the planet, snow. And go wake Sam up, she needs to get out of the house."

Danny sighed, turning back to his closet, finally finding his vest. "Jazz said to leave her alone." He said quietly, zipping up his vest. "But we can't leave without her, she'll think I abandoned her." He said shoving his hands in his pockets. "And I don't know if I grabbed her good snow clothes."

"Stop making excuses, bud, just go get her." Tucker said, not turning from the monitor. Danny grumbled, tempted to throw something at his friend's head, and stormed out before his mind got the chance to conjure something up.

He took a deep breath to quell his anger and tapped on the door, he waited, listening for movement, when he heard nothing he tapped again saying a quiet "Sam?" just to make sure that when he opened the door there wouldn't be a half naked angry goth on the other side. When he was met with silence again he opened the door slowly, poking his head in, it was dark and he smiled when he saw a sleeping Sam curled around a pillow.

He entered the room, closing the door gently so Tucker wouldn't barge in and say something totally gross.

Moving to the bed, he sat on the edge, running his hand over her short hair. She stirred, opening her eyes and twisting her head around to look at him.

"Hey," he said quietly, folding his hands in his lap. She stared at him, trying to gather herself.

"What time is it?" Her voice was hoarse.

"About two," his hand moved back to her hair, smoothing it back from her face. Her eyes drifted shut, she looked so small. "My friend is over, he wants to go play in the snow. He's a freak." She smiled, opening her eyes a little. "I want you to come."

Sam sat up and Danny rested his hand on the bed, leaning on it for support. He watched as she stretched, working out any kinks that were in her back, he was tempted to wrap his arms around her, but resisted, he was such a touchy-feely person, he cursed his father for giving him that gene... and every other gene.

She watched him closely, he looked like he wanted something from her, but was too embarrassed to ask. It was odd, he was so shy sometimes, even though they'd already gone through so much.

"What, Danny?" She leaned over to him, touching his arm, "What's wrong?" He put his hand on her waist, leaning forward, his hand sliding up to her ribs. Sam gasped quietly as his lips reached her neck, she squeezed his arm gently, closing her eyes. "Danny." She muttered. He pulled away from her.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, running his thumb across her shirt once before pulling his hand away slowly, lacing his fingers on his legs. "Do you want to come with us?" He asked quietly. She leaned up on her knees, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

"Yes." She said, pulling her head back, he watched her carefully. "I'll only take a second," she lifted the covers and crawled out of the bed. "I think I saw some leggings in the suitcase you brought me," he watched her crouch down in front of the bag, realizing then where his eyes were, he blushed and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling.

He really needed to take her on a date, this was so backwards.

Standing, he wiped his hands on his jeans, "I'll be in my room, kay? We'll wait for you in there." He put his hand on the door nob and she stood up, an arm full of clothes and smiled at him.

"Okay, Danny" he wanted to kiss her.

He really wanted to kiss her.

"Thank you for bringing my stuff, Danny, I never thanked you." She walked closer to him and stood up on her toes. Relief rushed over him and he leaned his head down, letting her kiss his cheek.

"You're welcome." He said, exiting the room. When he walked back into his room Tucker turned in his chair, smiling smugly at Danny.

"You asked her on a date yet?" Danny scoffed.

"You're so inconsiderate." He said, grabbing his camera from his bed side table. "Her parents just died, dude. I'm not asking her on a date."

"But you want to." It wasn't a question, Danny looked up into his friend's eyes. "I take it she's not insane like the rumors say."

"She's definitely not. She's..." Danny tried. He tried to pick a word for Sam, it was impossible. "Awesome. She's awesome."

"Oh?" Tucker leaned back. "Awesome? This is a first for you. You didn't even think Paulina was awesome."

"I thought Paulina... I don't know what I thought Paulina was," he laughed. "Whatever I thought was completely wrong."

Tucker laughed also, he remembered the Paulina days clearly.

Danny fell silent, listening for Sam before the next words left his mouth. "We kissed." Tucker quieted.

"Oh really? Who started it?"

"She did." He sat down on his bed, fiddling with with some buttons on his camera. "Now I can't get her out of my head. It's horrible."

"Well, is she cute? I haven't ever seen her up close."

"Very."

"What's the problem then? If you're going to have one face in your head all the time, why not a cute one?" Tucker stood, fixing his jeans and stretching. "We going outside?"

"Yeah, she's changing, she should be out soon." Danny said.

"Or now." Tucker said, looking at the door, Danny turned also and smiled at her. "Hey cutie, ready to get smoked in a snowball fight?" Sam gave Tucker look.

"I'll have you know, sir, I am a pro snow ball fighter." She said tucking herself under Danny's arm. He blushed and gripped her shoulder.

"Oh!" Tucker laughed, "sassy pants! I like it, I'll have you know that Danny's a cheat. He pulls some ghost strings and he can make his own snow." Sam looked up at Danny who just rolled his eyes.

"I'm not any part of this, I'm going to take pictures." He said, removing his arm from Sam and taking the lens cap off his camera as Tucker led them out of Danny's room, laughing with Sam.

Having Sam know about his powers was such a relief. He didn't have to pretend, and neither did Tucker, who he had told she knew. The two boys relished in being able to be open about Danny's powers in front of someone else other than each other and Jazz. A lot of tension built up between them sometimes.

"Oh dude you and your camera." Tucker said, nudging Sam "don't mess around with that camera, it's his baby." Sam smiled at Danny as they exited the house.

"Well, he takes good pictures." Sam said, Danny smiled down at her.

"Thanks." Sam nodded and crossed her arms as the stepped into the snow.

"It is cold." She said, shivering instantly. "Who's idea was this" she laughed, trying to cover up her distaste for the cold.

"Tucker's. He's an idiot." Danny said, bringing his camera up to his eye, snapping a quick picture of his two friends.

"You're just jealous." Tucker said, throwing a small handful of snow at Sam. She gasped and scooped her own snow and chased him around the deserted road. "Oh, jeez, she's fast!" He yelled, Danny smiled when he heard a scream and Sam laugh.

The snow fight was cut short when Tucker's cell phone rang.

Apparently he hadn't told his mother he was going out.

Tucker's mom didn't roll like that.

So Danny flew him home, one arm around each of his friends, Tucker was used to being flown places, but Sam was most definitely not. He had flown her that first night they met, but it was dark and cloudy, there was really nothing to enjoy, but this flight was different. It was bright and on the way back to his house, Danny carried her in a way that he could watch her face.

The way that her face drank in her surroundings was beautiful.

"So," he said as their feet touched the tiled floor of his kitchen. "Sorry about Tucker, he can be pretty frank. He has no filter." Sam smiled up at him, her hand still on his chest.

"It's alright, he's funny." Danny chuckled and shifted back into Fenton, watching as she shivered and pulled away from him.

"Does that hurt?" he asked, eyes darting about her face, gauging her reaction.

Sam shook her head. "No, it tickles, and it's cold." She said, shrugging her coat off. "Thank you for inviting me today. You didn't have to do that." She laid her coat on the back of a chair, then pulled it out to sit.

"Of course I did." Danny said, fallowing her lead and sitting across from her. "You photograph really well by the way." he said, looking through the pictures he had taken of her on his camera.

"Gross, but thank you." Danny smiled up at her, then continued to look at the photos.

"I'd like to do a photo shoot with you." He said, catching her off guard, he laughed at the look on her face. "I'm serious! I haven't done a photo shoot in a while, and you're beautiful." She blushed.

"Thank you. But I've never been a model before." She said. "I don't know how."

"Don't worry, it's easy." He said, setting his camera aside. "All you have to do is look pretty." A steady silence fell over them. Not uncomfortable, but just quiet.

"You said you haven't done a photo shoot in a while." Danny looked at her. "How many photo shoots have you done?"

"A bunch. I did a lot of our class' senior photos. I made bank on that." he said, laughing. "It was fun." Sam smiled at him.

"You enjoy photography." she said, leaning on her hand.

"Yeah, I do." he said.

Just as Danny was going to speak again, he was cut off by his phone ringing in his pocket. He sighed and pulled it out. It was his mom.

Flipping it open, he put it up to his ear. "Hi, is everything okay?" he asked, not bothering to wait for a greeting.

What was the point of waiting to hear who was on the other end when you knew?

Sam watched as Danny listened to his mother on the other side of the phone, the fact that it was indeed his mother unknown to her.

"I did." he said. Sam tried to listen to who was on the other end and what the two could possibly be talking about, she got an idea when Danny spoke again. "She is. We actually have to talk about that." Danny stood then, walking out of the kitchen, touching her shoulder on the way out. Sam knew then what they were talking about.

They were talking about her.

"She's staying here right now, and I was wondering if she could stay with us until she gets back on her feet." he said, leaning against the wall away from the kitchen, out of earshot of Sam. This was going to be rough, no one liked to be talked about.

"Honey, I have to meet her first." his mother said on the other side. "I can't tell you to tell her to leave, because I'm not there right now, but I'm trusting you to use your best judgment."

"I know." he said quietly.

"It's sweet of you to take her in, Danny. She's lucky to have you helping her." Danny waited. "What room is she staying in?" she asked.

"Jazz's old room." Danny said, eying the entryway to the kitchen.

"Alright," Maddie said. "I have to go, but I trust you, take care of her. We'll be home as soon as possible."

"Okay, mom." he said, pushing himself off the wall.

"Okay. Love you, Danny."

"Love you too." Danny sighed and flipped his phone shut, walking back into the kitchen. "You're staying." he said.

Sam turned and looked at him.

"That was my mom," he sat back down in his old seat. "I told her you were here, and she said that she trusts my judgment, and that she wants to meet you, but you can stay. And if she doesn't like you when she meets you, I'll make you stay anyways." he said. "But I don't see how anyone couldn't like you, really." he added as an after thought.

She smiled.

"Come on." he said. "Let's watch a movie."

They were going through the motions.