Ugh, this always happens. I write the first chapter and then I'm left alone and the inspiration strikes again and, as a result, I end up losing sleep by writing and neglecting my other stories. But, here it is anyway. Enjoy.
Chapter 2:
Four weeks later.
Danny POV-
"Sam, are you okay, in there?" I asked her. In the middle of class, Sam had run out of the classroom out of nowhere. I asked Mr. Durrell if I could go check on her, and now, here I am, standing outside of the women's restroom, having a one-sided conversation with the bathroom door, in the middle of an empty hallway.
"Sam—"I tried to call again, but I was cut off when I was abruptly pulled into the restroom. Sam locked the door behind us and went back over to the bathroom stall, where she sat on her knees holding her hair, like she was prepared to puke again.
"Sam?" I asked tentatively, "Are you okay? Do you want me to go get the nurse?"
She shook her head and I noticed the sweat on her face. She was pale, or at least paler than usual, and she looked like she was, well, sick. I leaned awkwardly against the sink, not sure what to do.
Finally, she looked up from the toilet to me.
"I think it's over, for now," she said with a sigh of relief, letting go of her hair.
"Are you sick?" I asked. It seemed like a pretty obvious question, all she would have had to do was nod, man, I wish she had nodded. But, instead, she shook her head, and pointed to the toilet bowl.
I wrinkled my nose, going to see whatever she wanted me to look at. Instead of the various colors of normal puke, the inside of the toilet was stained neon green.
'Ectoplasm,' I realized with a start, 'But why would Sam be puking ectoplasm?'
"I've been doing this since yesterday," she told me, then she looked up at me, her solemn amethyst eyes trying to make me understand what she's thinking.
"Why?" I asked her, but I already knew that I was not going to like the answer.
"Danny," she sighed, "I think I'm pregnant."
…
I was stunned, to say the least. I'm pretty sure that one of my legs must have given out because I stumbled, barely catching myself, as I pressed my hand to the side of the stall.
"And I'm…?" I couldn't finish that question, I don't know why. Maybe I thought that if I were to finish it, that it would become true. But that didn't matter, it was true, we both knew it was true. Sam knew how I would have finished that question, and she responded with a nod.
It was a lot to take in. I slid down the side of the stall until I hit the floor.
"But…it was only one time…" I whispered.
"That's all it takes," she uttered back, her voice barely above a breath. She was scared, I could hear it, she didn't know what to do, neither did I. We're juniors in high school; neither of us knew how to raise a child.
"What are we going to do?" she almost sounded on the verge of tears, I have never seen Sam cry, ever, she just doesn't, and I wasn't about to see her cry today, we needed a plan, and she needs to know that I am here for her.
I put my arm around her, pulling her close to me, and she rested her head on my shoulder. It was such a comfortable position, one that we were used to. But usually that was only when we would be watching a movie and fall asleep, or when we would listen to music in the park. Neither of us had ever seen it as anything else. But now it was different.
"Listen," I told her, "We are going to get through this and I will be right there with you, okay? Now, come on," I told her, standing up.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I'm going to tell the nurse that you're sick, and we're going to go back to your house. Your parents won't be home, right?" I questioned.
She shook her head.
"Great. Then we'll talk about our next move, okay?" I looked at her.
She nodded. And with that, I helped her to her feet, flushed the toilet, which was still stained a lighter shade of neon green even after everything had gone down the drain (oops), and escorted her out of the bathroom and down the hall to the clinic.
After I explained to the nurse that I needed to take her home, we left. I know it would have been faster and easier for me to fly her home, but, it probably would have made her that much sicker.
So we walked, my arm around her shoulder for support the whole way, finally we reached her house.
I didn't want her housekeepers to know that we were home, so I had to fly her up into her room. I gently set her down on the carpet, making sure that she wasn't going to puke from the sudden motion.
"You okay?" I asked. She nodded, sitting on the bed. I went into her bathroom, grabbing a wet washcloth and the plastic trashcan. I put the washcloth on her forehead and the trashcan next to her bed.
"I'll be right back," I told her and she nodded, her eyes closed.
I flew out of the house and to the convenient store on the corner. I picked up all of Sam's favorite foods: Veggie Straws, fruit smoothies, chocolate milk, Raisinettes, sour cream and onion Pringles, and Flaming Hot Cheetos. Lastly, I went into the pregnancy test aisle. I gulped. There are so many different kinds.
In the movies they always grab like ten, so I got one of each, and threw them into the basket.
You should have seen the face of the guy at the checkout counter. But, I suppose it'd not every day that Danny Phantom comes in and buys food and ten pregnancy tests. He looked like he wanted to question me about it, but he didn't have the courage.
Well, so much for any semblance of a reputation.
"Thanks," I said when he finished ringing me up, and took the bag of food and pregnancy tests and flew back to Sam's house.
"How are you doing?" I asked. Phasing in and transforming back.
"Fine, Danny. You only left three minutes ago," she responded without opening her eyes. I breathed a slight sigh of relief. She was starting to come back to her snarky self, which meant that she must be feeling better, "What'd you get?" she asked, sitting up slowly.
I turned the plastic bag upside down and dumped its contents onto her bed.
She stared at the stuff for about thirty seconds, before nodding slowly, then she paused and a strange look passed over her face.
"Wait a minute, you went into the store and bought ten pregnancy tests?" she asked with an edge of accusation, "Do you know how fast news travels in this town? In ten minutes your parents and my parents will be barging through that door and—"
"Sam, it's okay. No one is going to be barging down any door, trust me," I told her.
"You didn't," she questioned, "You didn't steal these did you?!"
"No! Of course not! But Danny Fenton didn't buy ten pregnancy tests," I informed her.
Suddenly she burst out laughing.
"Well, I'm sure that was a sight. That will be over town in about five minutes. Which means Tucker will be calling you in ten minutes, right? Are you prepared to handle that?" she wondered.
"Well, prepared or not, he would have had to find out eventually. Do you think that you're up to taking these tests right now?" Sam nodded and I helped her off of her bed and into the bathroom.
"Wait outside," she ordered, taking the ten tests in her arms.
So I waited outside. I heard the toilet flush and she opened up the bathroom door.
"So…" I question.
"Now we wait," she told me and I followed her into the bathroom where ten pregnancy tests were lined up neatly next to the sink. That must have been the longest ten minutes of my life.
But when the time was up ten out of the ten were positive.
"So, it's official now, I guess," I said rubbing the back of my neck anxiously.
"Yeah…now come on, we have to hide these before my parents get home," she said, stuffing all the tests back into the boxes they came in.
"I've got this," I said, firing an ecto-blast at each box, all of which, quickly disintegrated, leaving the box and the contents inside as a pile of slightly green ash.
I scooped the ash up and tossed it in the trashcan before helping Sam back into her bed.
"Do you think you can keep some food down?" I asked her.
"That depends, what do you have?" she asked.
I handed her the odd assortment of food. She chuckled a little, opening up the box of Raisinettes, and dumping some into her hand.
Suddenly my cellphone buzzed seven times in a row.
"Here we go," I rolled my eyes, knowing that it was Tucker.
'DUDE! I HEARD THAT YOU WERE BUYING PREGNANCY TESTS! WTF!'
'DUDE! PAULINA'S SAYING THAT SHE'S PREGNANT! YOU DID NOT BANG PAULINA DID YOU?'
'WHY AREN'T YOU AT SCHOOL!'
'DUDE, TEXT ME BACK!'
'DUDE WHO DID YOU KNOCK UP!'
'IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE!'
'EVERYONE IS SAYING THAT YOU ARE ACTUALLY A WOMAN AND THE TESTS ARE FOR YOU. IF YOU DON'T TEXT ME BACK, I'M TELLING EVERYONE THAT IT'S TRUE!'
'Sam is sick, had to take her home. And NO, I did not knock up Paulina. Oh and if you tell anyone that, I am going to show them the pictures from when you took ballet,' I texted back.
'I WAS FIVE AND MY MOM MADE ME! So were you actually buying pregnancy tests?!'
'Yes, okay,' I gritted my teeth, knowing the response that I would get.
'WHAT? WHY? WHO? WHERE? WHEN?'
'Long story, tell you after school, come over to Sam's,' I replied. You'd think that he would be able to put the pieces together, but, for a tech genius, Tucker can be kind of stupid when it comes to social clues.
'K,' he texted back, effectively ending the conversation.
Sam looked at me.
"And now, we wait."