Danny has always thought Sam was very light, and hell, he even carried her around a few times, and she is actually very light, maybe, even too light, and it worries him sometimes because she's so so tiny. But the last time, he brought the topic of her weight up, she nicely told him to piss off so he wisely just dropped it because when Sam told you to piss off, you just do, right? Unless you have a death wish.

Anyway, Danny has always known out of experience that Samantha Jane Marquez was the lightest female he has ever met. However, when she had the brilliant idea to violently crash into him and to even more violently land onto him after taking a wrong turn on the ice, Danny had no choice but ungracefully fell down with a breathless and speechless Sam on top of him.

"Sam? Sam, you're still alive, right? I mean….are you okay?"

She closes her eyes tight, very tight, and maybe, if she does it long enough, if she concentrates hard enough, then, maybe, maybe, Danny and all his stupid ideas would disappear and go burn in hell.

"I mean…it would be nice to know if you're okay, if you can move too… because well, your elbow, your very cute and strong elbow is crushing my stomach and I can barely breathe…so if you could…move….please…it would be great. No pressure though."

Sam doesn't move, doesn't even open her eyes, because if she does, she might hurt him. She is pretty sure she would. No hesitation.

She knew, she fucking knew agreeing to go to the Skating Rink with Danny would be a disaster. It was a bad idea from the very moment the words came out of his pretty mouth. Danny only has bad ideas. He smells bad ideas, he attracts them even. And Sam, god bless her generous, well-meaning soul, she went a long with one them. Never again.

So when Danny said "Come on, Sam. Ice skating is fun. It's gonna be just the two of us and it's gonna be splendid. I promise," she believed him. Dear god, she did believe him because he had said it with such a smile; it was a child's smile, a sincere and authentic one—one of those smiles even Satan couldn't look away from. So, obviously, she couldn't just tell him no, especially when he kissed her full on the mouth and held her tight against him, and it was the fuzziness in her stomach and the warmth of his body, she realised, that took away her common sense and her sanity and had her say yes. Damn him.

"Sam? Honey, say something…" and Danny feels his throat ache because maybe Sam hurt her head when she fell, maybe she's not okay and the whole ice skating was a terrible idea. "Sam? Sam! I don't care if you're heavy and your deadly weight is making me regret missing my gym days but please just say som—

"What the hell did you just say?" Sam snaps immediately as she raises her head to glare at him, making sure to crush his stomach even more as she rests her entire deadly weight onto both of her elbows. She would literally pierce his stomach with her very own elbows if she could right now.

She sees him swallow and the smile he tries to give her is fragile and weak. He is terrified because Sam, jesus, she looks absolutely frightening right now, with her hair all over the place and the darkness of her eyes.

"Me? What—what did I say? No—nothing, I meant…I just wanted to make sure you were…alright and not dead, you know..." he weakly stammers.

"You said that I was heavy and that I have a deadly weight. Just call me fat then. Say it, already. Just say I am obese Danny!" she hisses.

And Danny just wants to run away. He's not strong enough to deal with his very angry girlfriend. This day-out with Sam is absolutely horrifying. Everything is so much better, so much safer when they remain at the casino and share sweet words and steal soft kisses in secret.

"What? No! I would never, Sam, honey, babe, sweetheart...I would never say such thing," Danny babbles as he feels hot and he swears he's sweating under his layers of clothes and the coldness of the ice rink. "You're in no way fat or obese. You're just too thin and too short—"

He doesn't dare finishing his sentence because between Sam's elbows preventing the air from circulating optimally in his body, her death glares burning holes in his skull and her natural meanness, Danny feels like he is about to pass out.

"I hate you. And I hate ice skating," Sam says distinctly, and Danny may start thinking she means what she's saying.

"Right, me too. I mean, I don't hate you. Or me. I don't hate me. I just don't like ice skating anymore. It's not that great, right? Pretty dumb idea coming here, if you want my opinion," he chuckles, trying to joke.

She ignores him as she finally gets up which allows Danny to properly breathe again. She has to roll her eyes as he dramatically pats his chest and takes huge breathes, his ass still sat on the very cold ice.

"I am not heavy."

"You're not. Definitely not," he raises on his feet and gently grabs Sam's face on his hands, feeling the softness of his skin under his fingers. "I'm sorry, Sam."

And suddenly, like nothing happened, Sam bursts into a laughter.

"It's alright, I was just messing with you to be honest," she admits with a devilish smirk on her rosy lips and her hands on her hips. Now it's Danny's turn to roll his eyes. "But now that we've both agreed that I'm not heavy, you can carry me around, right? Because I really hate ice skating, but you know...if you're the one skating around..."

During the following hour, Danny, with a very light and very delighted Sam in his arms, skates around the ice rink, making sure not to accidentally drop her. She would end him if he ever does. And never mind if the muscles in his arms burn the whole time, Sam is right where he wants her to be, with her arms around his neck and her body very close to him, and it is just perfect.

"I don't hate you," she whispers in his ear at some point, and her head comes to rest on his shoulder.

"I know," he replies back and at the corner of his eyes, he sees her smile for real.