And here I go, posting something a little early again. :P I think I'm going to just say that you can expect updates to appear late Sunday-early Monday and late Thursday-early Friday. :D

*Sigh* This story just loves putting Danny and Sam in awkward situations... I don't know why it keeps writing itself that way... O_O

Chapter 6: In Case of Boredom...

Sam was really starting to scare me. Not just because Plasmius was inside of her, but also because I knew she couldn't do this on her own as much as she wanted to. She would never admit it since she'd see it as showing weakness, but Sam really did need some outside help.

I sat through detention, glad that I wouldn't be forced to sit through it with that idiot, Dash. He was damn lucky Mr. Lancer showed up when he did, I really was about ready to stop holding back and just kick his ass for once. He certainly more than deserved it. There weren't many of us in the room, and I was bored out of my mind. I didn't have anything to do since I'd actually managed to finished all my school work for once so I just sat there staring off into space.

My mind kept wandering to dangerous territory. I was going to have kill Tucker for planting those thoughts in my head. I'd actually managed to keep my hormones at bay until he started giving me shit about sleeping in the same room as Sam. We weren't doing anything, so why the hell couldn't he just let it die?

Having fun yet? I had to suppress a smile at hearing Sam's voice come to my mind.

What do you think? All I have to do is daydream and watch the clock.

And just what, Mr. Fenton, are you daydreaming about? I felt the blood start to rush to my cheeks and forced it back down, I really didn't feel like getting strange looks because I'd suddenly started blushing for no real reason.

I didn't answer her.

Danny? You there?

Yeah, I'm here.

Then why haven't you answered the question?

...because…?

Danny. Her tone was slightly condescending, like she was talking to a child who'd just gotten themselves in trouble. What were you thinking about?

Uh… I trailed off, not really wanting to tell her. I sent her a really, really short image of what was going through my head. She was going to kill me for that.

Daniel James Fenton! Yup, here comes the part where she yells at me to no end. Why the hell did I send her that?

Because she never has told me where she stands on that, that's why.

Hey! At least I'm being honest! I'm not sure why I even bothered, she wasn't going to take that as an excuse.

You shouldn't have been thinking like that to begin with!

I'm a teenage guy, Sam. What did you expect?

You to be a little more mature.

In my defense, you never have said anything about where you stand on that stuff. If she was so hell bent on talking about this, I was going to get something out of it, even if she would likely only use it to chew my ass out more.

How about no? Newsflash, Danny! Our lives aren't exactly normal and what the bloody hell would we do if something happened? Yes, I knew all of that and it probably would have been a good idea to just shut the hell up then, but I was bored out of my mind and pestering her about it was about the only thing I had to do until Lancer released me.

Our abnormal lives have nothing to do with this. And there are ways to prevent anything from happening! Oh, I was so going to get it when I returned to the apartment. Actually, knowing her, I wouldn't make it back to the apartment at this rate. God, I hate boredom sometimes, it can drive you to do some pretty stupid things.

I faintly heard something about forcing her hand before she answered me.

Alright, fine. How about this? Just how much would you like it if Plasmius chose to take over during that time frame? Okay! Not going to think about that! That's just...no!

Okay! Okay! You win! Just don't bring that mental image back EVER again!

Good boy. And don't you dare try and pressure me into it again, got it?

Yes, Sam.

Good.

I didn't hear from Sam after that. She had apparently deemed leaving me bored for the next hour an appropriate punishment for our earlier conversation. I did try to get her to stop ignoring me once or twice. Her only response had been "Plasmius." Those unwanted mental images were more than enough to get me to shut up.

The only thing I can be grateful for is that did get my hormones back under control enough to think about more important things, like what the hell we were going to do about Plasmius. I haven't seen him show up again yet, but I had a gut feeling it was going to happen again soon. (Or maybe that was just a side effect of the earlier conversation?)

Whatever the hell he was doing to her, I knew it wasn't going to end well. There were only two real things different from Sam's current condition and what would have been Dan. The first being that she was a natural born halfa, while I had been created. The other being that she was still one-third human. She should still be half, but considering she had both her own ghost half and Vlad's tucked away within her body, it was reasonable to assume she only had a third of her humanity left. That was way more than Dan had ever had, but that didn't make her immune to the effects of being merged with Plasmius. That much was evident in her dreams.

I knew why she hated them so much now, it had be killing her inside to be constantly dreaming of killing me. It's understandable that she didn't want to tell me, she doesn't like people worrying about her. She's going to have to get used to it though. My and Tucker are already stretched thin in trying to keep an eye on her and help her without having a rather peeved Sam up our asses. If Plasmius showed up again, we wouldn't be able to keep that kind of control. Tucker wouldn't be nearly as bad as I would, but he'd still get over-protective, they're like brother and sister.

"Mr. Fenton. You're free to go." Mr. Lancer's voice shook me out of my thoughts. I was free from this cell of a room...at least until tomorrow when he'd have me in his clutches once more.

I started to wander back to my apartment, only to be stopped by my ghost sense. I didn't have to look for a place to transform, I already knew of a nearby classroom that would always be a safe spot for me whenever there wasn't a class in it.

I ran into Mrs. Stuth's room and she didn't even bat an eye, already knowing the reason for my sudden intrusion. She just had one thing to say.

"Just come see me when you're done, okay Danny? And get Sam over here too." Oh, shit. She did didn't want to just see me, she wanted to see me and Sam. This had better not turn into a repeat of our encounter with Tucker yesterday. I'd probably die from embarrassment, especially after getting my head chewed off by Sam not to long before.

"Long time no, see, Desiree."

"What is your wish, child?"

"Can we just get this over with?" It was a little harder for me to find things to say as far as witty banter went with her, I had to ensure there was nothing she could twist into some seriously fucked up wish.

Who is she, Danny? I hadn't even noticed Sam coming to the scene. I did note that she wasn't changing forms though.

Desiree. Whatever you do, don't make a wish or anything that could be interpreted that way in any shape or form.

Alright. Do you mind handling this one, Danny? That was not what I had been expecting. Sam was never one to back down from a fight.

Sure, but stick around, okay? Mrs. Stuth wants to talk to us for some unknown reason.

There is no way that's going to end well.

You're telling me. Well, at least I now knew I wasn't just being paranoid over the impending conversation.

I took Desiree down pretty easily and I noticed that Sam wasn't backing down from the fight entirely, she was just hell bent on staying her human form. She shot off several blasts from the ground, but made no move to do anything more than that other than throwing me a thermos.

I landed back on the ground. "You okay, Sam?"

She averted her gaze. "I'll tell you later, okay? Let's just go appease Mrs. Stuth." I let her off the hook with that, not wanting to piss her off anymore today. I took her hand and phased us into the classroom with our waiting teacher. I didn't want to let go of Sam's hand, even when I changed back to my human form.

The teacher looked up from her work. "I was wondering how long it'd take you two to get together."

We both gave her blank stares, just how long had she been waiting for that? "Oh, don't look at me like that. I knew it was going to happen when you first brought her to me, Danny." That day seemed like it was ages ago. It finally occurred to me how pathetic it was that I had lived with Sam, and yet Mrs. Stuth had managed to find out both her secrets before I had.

"If you were wanting to give us a 'talk', please don't. I've already had to listen to Mr. Lancer and Tucker, not to mention Sam biting my head off earlier."

"You deserved it thinking like that, Danny!" Yes, Sam. I know. You made that clear when this originally happened.

"Hey! I'm a teenage guy and I was being honest! It's not like I would have really tried to push you in that direction. I know we're both not ready for that!" She gave me a glare, I was never going to live this one down.

"As amusing as this is, that isn't what I wanted to talk about." Okay, now I was confused, and by the look on her face, Sam was too. "I was wondering what happened the pair of you and Tucker disappeared a few weeks ago."

"You're just now asking this?" Me and Sam spoke in almost perfect unison. We both would have figured any questions would have come right when we got back.

"I was trying to let you two settle down first. It was pretty clear to everyone that whatever happened was traumatic." I swear, this lady's logic was so obscene it made absolutely perfect sense. I guess this really ought to be expected from a former G.T. teacher. "Well? Are you going to tell me or do I need to force it out of you?

Me and Sam shared a look before she sighed and started retelling the events of that fight.

I will not put them in more awkward situations... I will not put them in more awkward situations... I will not put them in more awkward situations... Oh who the hell am I kidding? It's bound to happen again. :P

On a side note...

G.T. - Gifted and Talented Program. Also known as the class full of abnormally smart and creative kids. Hence where part of the teacher's personality and reactions come from. :)

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