A/N I've decided to move the A/N to the top. Personal decision. I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed the last two chapters, namely RandomObsessivePsychoFangirl, lynn138, RyuuMahou, CharmedNightSkye, kpfan72491, Snea, gothagel12345, Tara, DarkMoon1301, Beyonce's Angel925, too-morbid-for-words05, cutereviewgirl, Save Danny69, and Majestic Moon. Oh, and because I've forgotten to do this with all of the other chapters:

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Butch Hartman owns all. (Actually, I do own the book mentioned, Ghost Writer. But that's it.)

Chapter Three

"Yeah, sorry about that," laughed Danny as Sam gave him an indignant look. "My room is on the other side of the building. I guess I just wasn't paying close enough attention to what I was doing." He set her down on an identical balcony and looked through the glass door before confirming it as his room.

Sam wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't this. Danny's living room actually appeared to be liveable; no garbage on the floor, no mold growing out the ceiling, no walls oozing green slime (or ectoplasm). He had a comfy-looking couch, a medium-sized television screen opposite the couch, two bookshelves crammed with books, and a little coffee table. "Wow," Sam nodded approvingly, "This is actually nice."

"What, did you expect me to live in a trash can?" Danny asked with a sarcastic smile. "Here, allow me to give you the grand tour."

The grand tour wasn't all that grand; he had a neat little kitchenette outfitted with a full-sized refridgerator and a microwave oven, a bathroom with a shower, and a bedroom that looked suspiciously like his old one, down to the color of the paint on the walls.

"So where am I supposed to sleep?" Sam inquired. "Couch?"

"Yeah, you could sleep on the couch," Danny said, a small grin appearing on his face. "Or you could sleep in the bed." Sam's face definitely showed her shock and Danny began cracking up. "Oh, come on Sammy, I didn't mean with me. I'd take the couch." Unless you wanted me to stay, of course.

Sam let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. "Would you mind if I took the bed?"

"Nah. I kind of wanted to watch some TV tonight anyway and I wouldn't have wanted to disturb you."

Sam yawned. "Well, I'm tired. That flight was excruciatingly long and boring."

"Okay. Night, Sam." Danny sat on the couch and turned on the television.

"Night." She went into Danny's bedroon and closed the door behind her. It really was just like his old room. A carbon copy, but a bit smaller. She lay down on his bed fully clothed, too tired to even change, and drifted off to sleep in Danny's bed.

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Danny quickly turned off the television set. He hadn't really watched that much lately; he found reading to be much more relaxing. He scanned through the titles on the shelves, finally deciding on one called Ghost Writer. It was about different ghost stories and hauntings. He chuckled to himself as he skimmed through the table of contents, recognizing many of the ghosts. The so-called "Ghost of Christmas Present," famed for stealing Christmas packages but leaving the presents themselves, had to be the Box Ghost. Who else would go through all that trouble to steal cardboard boxes?

Danny sighed as he leafed through the book. Sam had just completely walked back into his life after completely walking out of it for two years. He'd had a huge crush on her back in high school, but never had the guts to tell her. He'd catch himself staring at her during class, allowing his eyes to wander places that he wouldn't normally look. Her gothic individuality really had won him over, as well as her unique beauty. Then came college and it felt like it was too late. He hadn't seen her for two years and felt as though she was purposely avoiding him. He tried to establish other relationships, but they were all half-hearted attempts at replacing the irreplacable Sam. Now he was just confused. How could he just, out of the blue, fall so hard for someone he had worked to get over?

He smiled, knowing the answer to his question. I never really did fall out of love, did I?

He froze as he heard a door open, then footsteps on his cold wooden floor. Sam turned the corner looking tired and dishevelled, her eyes barely open. Dany's eyes widened as she came stumbling over to him. "Sam?" He was worried. Was she sleepwalking?

Sam's eyes fluttered halfway open and she smiled sleepily. "Danny," she sighed as she had earlier that night. Danny's eyes were now wide in a panic as she stepped closer and lay down in front of him on the couch. Oh god, she's sleepwalking. What happens if she wakes up? Sam started to fall backwards off the couch, but Danny slid his arms around her waist to keep her from getting hurt. She turned to him and threw her arms around his neck, nuzzling his face with hers. She felt so warm to him. Danny groaned as he felt a very obvious reaction he was having to her. He only hoped that she didn't notice.

If she did, she didn't seem to care. She rubbed her nose against his before finding his mouth with hers. Danny felt a jolt of electricity from her soft, soft lips. He tightened his grip around her waist and pulled them closer as her fingers fisted in his hair. It was what he had wanted for so long, he was able to momentarily forget that she was still mostly asleep. He ran his tongue lightly across her lips, wanting to taste more of her.

Sam's eyes flew open. What the hell was she doing? Was that...was that Danny in front of her? Were they kissing? She backed away slightly, looking as confused as she felt. Danny opened his eyes as well and saw the shock in her eyes. He reluctantly loosened his grip on her waist and sat up on the couch. What had he been thinking? He mentally kicked himself for forgetting that she was not technically a willing participant.

"Danny?" Her voice no longer had that breathy quality to it, now questioning, almost sounding scared. "What was that?"

Danny stared at the ground. "It...I...You were sleepwalking," he finally decided.

"Oh." Sam sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Then..." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "What were you doing?"

Danny found his floor fascinating. "I...don't know," he admitted. "I'm a twenty year old male, what was I supposed to do?" He looked up suddenly as he realized he'd said the wrong thing.

"Oh, so you would have been kissing any girl who came up to you like that?" Sam demanded, her voice rising with each word. "You were supposed to stop, take me to your room, gone away, something!" Her eyes now shined with unshed tears. She felt as though she'd been taken advantage of.

Danny looked down at her. She was right. What was he thinking? "I'm sorry, Sam. I wasn't thinking clearly."

She stood wordlessly and walked to Danny's room, closing the door behind her. Danny listened and heard her sob. He sighed, knowing that neither of them would get much sleep that night.