Author's Note: I hope that wait wasn't too long. I haven't really had time to write; I've been helping my dad with his job. He owns his own job, meaning he is self-employed, and everytime he gets a call he asks me to go along with him.
Well, this chapter was actually really fun for me to write. I expect chapter seven to be up shortly. Yay! And if you really want to make me happy, review!
Well, here's Chapter Six!
Lovesick
Chapter Six
Morning was becoming a routine for Sam. She would wake up, yawn sleepily, slip some slippers on, and walk into the bathroom. There she would brush her teeth and shower, then go upstairs into the kitchen, where Danny was usually waiting to eat breakfast with her.
A few days after the near-kiss incident, this morning was no different. Sam walked upstairs to find Danny sitting at the table, reading the back of a cereal box while eating some crunchy chocolate puffs which tasted like cardboard.
Danny tore his eyes from the cereal box, smiling at Sam as he did every morning. He was starting to feel like she was family, though of course, she wasn't. He watched as she got herself a bowl and poured some milk in, then returned his gaze to the back of the box of chocolate puffs. He was wondering exactly what number thirteen, across was. The statement read: the flavor of the Chocolate Sugar Puffs. He tapped the spoon against his nearly-empty bowl, thinking. Could the answer be cardboard? This crossword sure was tough.
"Hey, I was reading that!" Danny said in protest as Sam took the cereal box from him, emptying some of the cereal into her bowl.
She smirked. "Tough."
Danny gasped dramatically, putting a hand over his heart in feigned shock. "Now you've gone and hurt my feelings, Sam."
Sam smiled across the table at him, eating a spoonful of the cereal as an answer. The steel stairs echoed and Sam whirled around in her seat to see Mrs. Fenton coming up them. The older lady had dark bags under her eyes. Recently, she had been falling asleep in the early hours of the morning, fixing her husband's mistakes on countless weapons and equipment.
"Hi, kids. What's for breakfast?" she asked as she reached the top step.
"Cereal." Danny and Sam said in unison.
Maddie smiled tiredly at them, walking past the table and towards the stairs leading up. "Well, seeing as I'm not very hungry, I think I'm going to go upstairs for a quick nap."
Danny nodded at her and emptied his bowl in the sink. He walked into the living room and Sam could hear the sound of the TV turning on. She shook her head in disapproval and after a few minutes, dropped her bowl into the sink beside Danny's.
Sam walked into the living room and stood behind the couch. She doubted Danny even knew she was there; his eyes were practically glued to the screen.
He was watching a show Sam had never seen before. Apparently, someone had murdered a young girl, and investigators where crowded around the scene of the crime, looking for clues. Sam found this somewhat ironic, considering the situation she was currently in.
"How about you do something productive today?" Sam asked, walking around the side of the couch to the TV. Danny muttered something that sounded like, 'First the cereal box, now this.' Sam ignored him and pushed the power button.
The screen immediately went dark, but Danny wasn't about to give up that easily. Using the remote, he turned the TV on again. Sam frowned and pushed the power button, causing the TV to flicker and go dark again. Danny pushed a button on the remote and the screen crackled to life. Sam turned it off. Danny turned it on. They went on like this for a good ten minutes, on, off, on, off.
Finally, Sam threw her hands up in a hopeless gesture. She wasn't getting anywhere. So, instead of turning the TV off again, she walked over to the back of the screen and simply pulled the plug out.
Danny stared at the picture on the screen. The forensic science people had discovered some sort of metal in the girl's bloodstream, and he was keen on finding out what it was. Suddenly the screen went dark. He blinked in surprise and pushed the power button, but the TV stayed dark.
Sam walked back from behind the TV set holding the plug. She smiled in triumph
Danny crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. "Fine, you win. What do you want to do?"
Sam grinned. "Let's go to the park."
-DP-
They walked around the park for hours, watching as squirrels scurried up trees and birds flew from their nest, only to return a few minutes later with a wiggling worm, ready to be fed to the babies.
Everything was going great until Sam decided it would be fun to tease Danny. She saw him strip a flower of its petals and gasped dramatically, as he had with her, and stepped away.
"The horror!" Sam cried. "The PG-13, flower ripping horror!"
Danny dropped the flower. He tilted his head to the side. "You don't think I can be scary?"
Sam bit her lip to keep from laughing, but it burst out anyway. She laughed even harder at Danny's disbelieving expression. She saw the fire light up in his eyes, just as she had when she first met him. That need to prove his superiority. To prove her wrong.
Sam quickly side-stepped as Danny lunged for her. Thanks to her training, she was quick and ready, sensing an attack before it came.
"You have to be faster then that," she said in a sing-song voice.
The words had hardly left her mouth when he tackled her again. This time, he caught her straight on. She fell to the ground and before she could recover, he was on top of her, pinning her to the ground. She tried to wiggle free, but couldn't move under his weight.
Danny growled menacingly down at Sam, who immediately stiffened. He saw a look of fear flash through her eyes, and he loved it. That would teach her to underestimate him.
He leaned closer to her, until his nose nearly touched hers.
"Are you afraid now?" He asked huskily.
Sam's heartbeat rocketed sky-high at the tone of his voice. She tried again to free herself, but couldn't. He was just too strong. She swallowed, feeling a bit anxious, and nodded.
Sam stared into his eyes. His blue orbs hypnotized her, making her feel as though she were drowning in the ocean. They pierced into her, and for a moment, Sam could've sworn she saw them turn a brilliant shade of green. But as quickly as it had happened, the color fled.
Sam's breathing quickened. Whether it was because Danny was crushing all the oxygen out of her or because of her excitement, she didn't know. Nor, at this point, did she care much.
Danny leaned slowly in to her. Sam searched his eyes and understood. He was giving her the chance to push him away. To turn her face and refuse. To stop him.
Instead, Sam smiled at him, encouraging him onward.
Danny didn't need any more encouragement. He happily closed the gap between them, his lips meeting hers at last.
Sam's eyes grew wide. She hadn't expected him to actually kiss her. And yet... it felt so right. Like they were meant to be. She closed her eyes and melted into him, any second-thoughts she might have had disappearing.
He kissed her softly, gently, tangling his hands in her silky locks. Where was that control for dominance, that roughness Moon had always told her men desired? Where was that dominance she had experienced when she slept with those perverts her grandmother had bought to her? He was treating her so gently, as if she were a fragile work of art.
And, unlike Luke, who had basically rammed his tounge into her mouth, Danny nibbled on her bottom lip lightly, seeking permission, which she more than willingly gave. Sam opened her mouth a bit, just enough to let Danny's tounge glide in and caress her own.
Sam shivered. He felt so cold, like a miniature avalanche had exploded in her mouth. It froze her to the core, this explosion of ice, and yet, she wanted it. She wanted it if it meant being with Danny.
Sam tangled her hands in his untidy hair, twirling one of the black locks around her fingertip.
Danny's hands moved to her shoulders, then slid down to her waist, bringing her closer to him, deepening the kiss.
Sam was surprised when she felt herself kissing him back with just as much vigor, just as much passion as he did for her. All her feelings, the feelings she had been hiding from herself, poured into the kiss.
And suddenly, she was pulling away. Her lips protested when they were separated from Danny's, and an overwhelming rush of warmness filled her mouth, overpowering the coldness Danny had left.
Sam's eyes brimmed with tears. Danny gave her a confused look, then moved to wipe the tears away. He hated seeing girls cry, especially if he was the reason.
"This is wrong." Sam cried, tears streaming down her eyes. "You don't want me, you don't love me."
"Yes, yes I do," Danny replied gently. "I love you Sam, I want you so much."
He gently stroked her cheek, showing just how much he cared for her. Sam searched his eyes for any sign of deceit; any sign that told her he was lying, that told her this wasn't true love. It couldn't be. And yet, his eyes were pure and loving, reflecting his words.
"You can't, not me," Sam said as he gently tucked a strand of stray hair behind her ear. "It's wrong, I'm supposed to-"
Her words were silenced by his soft lips meeting hers again. Reassuring her.
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead on hers, wiping away all her tears. Sam smiled at him, giving small hiccups.
"I want you Sam," Danny said possessively. "You're mine, all mine."
Sam giggled in a very un-goth kind of way. She allowed him to place small kisses from her jaw to her collarbone, enjoying his cool breath on her skin. He could do wondrous things to her...
"All yours," Sam agreed, locking hands with him.
Danny smiled and placed a light kiss on her lips. "All beautiful, and all mine."
-DP-
Back at FentonWorks, Sam lay in the small bathtub that lay in the bathroom which connected to her room. She loved the way the warm water completely covered her, as if washing away any sin. The bath bubbles were also nice; they were a light lavender color and smelled like lilacs.
Sam brought a finger up to her lips, gently touching them. What was this strange emotion she felt? Was it truly love? Moon had told her love was a sign of weakness. But maybe...
Her cell phone vibrated, and knowing better than to ignore it, Sam put it on speaker phone and placed it on the lid of the toilet. Speak of the she-devil, Sam thought.
"So, have you killed him yet?" Moon demanded.
"Grandmother, I—I need more time," Sam said. Suddenly, the water felt very cold, no longer warm. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to warm herself up.
"How much more time, girl? You're lying to me, aren't you?"
Sam could practically see the leer her Grandmother was giving her from the other line.
"No, I'm not. It's just-" Sam paused, unsure of what to say. After today, she really didn't want to kill Danny. She cared for him. She... loved him.
"Have you seduced him yet?" Her grandmother questioned.
"No, not-"
"Do it tommorow night. I know it's nearly midnight there, so I won't bother making you sleep with him tonight. He's probably already asleep."
"I-"
"Seduce him tommorow night, then kill him while he's asleep. Do you hear me, child? KILL HIM."
"Yes, but I-"
"I want everything to be perfect. Wear something sexy. Bring candles, wine, strawberries, chocolate, the works. Do you understand?"
"Yes, of course grandmother." Sam said.
"Remember, sweetie. You're doing this to avenge your mother and father. Your precious parents. Dead, all because of them."
Sam felt a hot surge of anger bubble up inside her. How could Moon not tell her the truth? She had a horrible, twisted past and Moon had kept it from her, all these years of her life.
"Yes, grandmother. I will do everything I can to get our revenge."
The dial tone sounded and Sam snapped the phone shut. She climbed out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around herself. Then, she headed into her room and began to get ready to sleep.
-DP-
Jazz, Maddie, and Jack Fenton all stood out in the hallway, talking in quick, hushed whispers. Well, Jazz and Maddie were; Mr. Fenton was wobbling unsteadily on the floor, his eyes half-lidded and filled with sleep.
"Jazz-cakes, why are we standing here talking quietly at 1 in the morning?" Jack asked, yawning hugely.
"Well, I asked you to meet me here because I wanted to talk to you about Sam." Jazz said.
"What about her?" Her mother asked curiously.
"Well, I—I don't trust her." Jazz looked down at her feet in shame.
"Honey, if your brother likes spending time with her, isn't his happiness the only thing that matters?" Maddie asked, placing a comforting arm around Jazz's shoulder.
Jazz looked up and sighed. "I guess. I just hope he knows what he's doing."
Maddie nodded, completely understanding. She was about to speak when she heard a loud thud: Jack had fallen to the floor and was sound asleep, sucking quietly on his thumb. Maddie sighed.
"I understand you care for your brother, but you've got to give him his freedom," Maddie said, staring down at Jack. "I mean, when you were with that Johnny 13 fellow, you wanted that same freedom, didn't you?"
"I suppose," Jazz answered. She smiled up at her mother. "Do you need help taking dad into the bedroom?"
Maddie laughed. "No thanks, sweetie. I wouldn't dare touch him while he's asleep. Just leave him there. He'll wake up later in the night and walk himself back in."
Jazz nodded and both woman went their own ways, as if the entire conversation had never happened.