Ok so this chapter is a strong T, because nothing really happens and I didn't feel the need to up the rating. Please read and let me know if I went too far.
One again this story is being used with permission from Casey G.
To correct an error, this Fic does *not* take place in 2027, it's actually 2017, they were born in 1990 in this fic. Thank you to ShadowDragon357, for finding this error and bringing it to my attention.
Danny squeezed his eyes shut as the sun poured into his room, bathing his lazy and tired body in light. He felt his body stiffen as he quickly regained consciousness and silently cursed himself for not closing his bedroom window the night before. It was Sunday, he wanted to sleep in. He idly tried to bring his left arm to shield his eyes and was instead surprised to find it stuck under something. He gave another firm pull only to give up and peek through half closed lids to see what had been restricting him.
To his surprise he found his whole left side was slightly heavier than usual, and as he looked to the culprit he found an image that scared him half to death. Well the half of him that wasn't dead already.
There, in his bed and under the lone scattered sheet rested a woman.
Her head was buried into the crook of his neck and her long black hair was tossed about, shielding her face from his view. Her shoulders were bare, minus his own arm which was possessively tossed around her, keeping her close to his body. With every breath she took he could feel her warm breath on his neck and just under his chin along with the rise and swell of her chest. Too much so for her to have any form of clothing on.
Curious, he cautiously lifted the sheet and found his thoughts had been confirmed when he found his own exposed chest had met with the woman's, effectively hiding her nudity from his own prying eyes. He gently dropped the sheet back down and closed his eyes, raising his head to the ceiling and mouthing a 'thank you' to whoever was gracing him with such a dream.
He shifted slightly and brought his right hand under the sheet once again. He blindly cupped the stranger's soft mound of flesh in his hands and allowed his fingers to rake over it. Having never experienced the feel of a grown woman's chest, he thrilled in his new adventure. It was almost too real to be a dream. His ministrations stopped when she moved slightly, a smile gracing her lips as her head tossed to her left side. She involuntarily pushed her chest further into his palm, silently begging him to continue.
A familiar stir from further downward, hiding under the carelessly tossed thin layer of fabric, told him he was more than 'just enjoying' his morning explorations. He silently prayed this dream would never end. He only now noticed the woman's left leg was thrown over his waist, proving to him that they were both completely unclad.
"Danny." She whispered hungrily in her sleep. The voice sounded more than familiar and now he longed to see the face of the angel next to him. Even know her name, anything to make this dream just as sweet when he woke. "Danny." She said his name again, this time with a giggle. He stopped cold in his tracks, receiving a groan of disapproval from his consort. He had only ever heard that giggle once before, but he had sworn he would never forget it. It couldn't be her, why would he be dreaming of her like this?
"Sam?" He questioned softly, his body tensing. She turned her head slowly, her eyes fluttering open to look at him. Amethyst met blue. OH GOD! It was her. Sam Manson. His best friend since grade school was completely stripped of any form of clothing and in his bed a provocative glimmer in her eyes. To make matters worse she was begging him to continue with his exploration of her body, no shame to be misinterpreted by.
"Why'd you stop?" She purred into his ear taking her left hand and pulling his head closer to her lips. In so doing his hand fell from her breast as he felt the bare skin rub against his side, he involuntarily groaned at the sensation.
She giggled softly at this, happy with the reaction she induced from him as she pushed against him harder. Her body vibrating onto his as she laughed. She took his ear lobe between her teeth and gently tugged on it. He secretly wished she hadn't done that, she was only worsening his growing problem. Pun intended, or not. He wasn't sure. Confusion was the only thing running through his mind.
He looked her over once again. This wasn't his Sam. She had to have been someone else. She looked older, her body no longer the preadolescent one he knew so well. NO! She had filled out. She had curves in all the right places, her face and body bathed in femininity. Her hair was much longer and she never before looked at him with that seductively hungry look in her eyes as she did now.
This had to have been a nightmare, a nightmare he secretly never wanted to leave, but confusion and respect for his friend kept him from enjoying it. They once again locked gazes as she brought her soft, feminine hand to cup the right side of his face. He noticed a gleam of light reflect off her left ring finger and saw from his peripheral vision it was a simple white gold ring with an amethyst stone resting in the middle.
"Everything alright Danny?" She asked softly, completely unfazed by their current situation. Her bare hips pushed up against his and he was flabbergasted to find she seemed composed over what he was sure she felt.
"I'm fine." He croaked out, his voice giving away his agonizing terror over the situation at hand. He was not sure if he should question her about their activities. He honestly was wondering what was keeping him asleep; surely this was enough to scare anyone back to the world of the conscious.
She smiled seductively, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth; she had to stop doing that. It was both scaring him and turning him on. She brought his lips to her own, placing a gentle kiss and leaving him begging for more. He fought the urge; Sam would kill him if she knew he was dreaming of her like this. Hell, he felt guilty for his actions earlier and felt horrible for taking advantage of her, even if she seemed more than disappointed when he stopped.
Soon their moment was ruined by a loud screaming and crying from down the hallway.
"Shit." She muttered pulling away from him quickly. He involuntarily moaned at the loss of warmth, but was happy to see something else grabbed her attention. He needed to think this one through. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, not able to look directly at her, feeling embarrassed by her fully naked body as she climbed out of the bed. He noticed she proudly strutted across the room, completely unfazed by her lack of clothing in front of her best friend. She had to have been someone else. "Mommy's coming Lilith." She hollered down the hall, quickly putting a robe on and disappearing out the door.
"Mommy?" He whispered, his eyes wide and his mind reeling.
He looked into the vanity mirror across from the foot of the bed and didn't notice the man in the reflection. It looked like himself, only if he were older. His dark hair was a careless mess and added a boyish charm that managed to make him look manly instead. His upper half was toned out, well chiseled muscles and a six pack told him he had seen a lot of days of working out. His blue eyes stared back at him and in them he saw he had aged. The eyes were the window to the soul and he could easily tell his soul was no longer fifteen, nor the rest of him for that matter.
He placed his head in his hands, finding the room suddenly claustrophobic and hard to breathe. As graciously as he found his head falling into his awaiting palms, it popped up just as violently. A glint of gold caught his attention and as he looked the object over he found he too wore a wedding ring on his fourth finger of his left hand. His heart stopped.
He shot his gaze away from the ring, unable to look at it for too long and stared back at himself in the mirror. He watched as his eyes went from blue to green and let out a shaky breath. Good to know that hadn't changed. He wondered what his other-self looked like. Hoping Dark Dan didn't rule this nightmare.
"Going Ghost." He muttered and concentrated hard, feeling relieved when the two rings started in his mid-section and crawled over his body, placing him in some form of clothing. His hazmat suit had adjusted with his development and showed off his body rather well. The 'DP' emblem was as clear as ever and his hair was still short and white. He let out another breath, unaware he'd been holding it in. No flames resided above his head in the form of hair, no red eyes stared back and him, and his skin wasn't blue, just a pale peach, his teeth appeared to be normal as well.
He allowed his human half to take over once more and quickly regretted it when he remembered he was naked under the covers. He didn't know what was going on, but he was sure he didn't like it. He pinched himself several times, each one harder than the last. He slapped himself across the face and winced at the pain.
Nothing, it appeared was going to wake him up.
"Look whose home Lily." He heard Sam's voice heading back to the room from the hall and tried to appear natural, but it was hard, he didn't know what natural in this world was. "It's daddy." She spoke bouncing a small bundle in her arms and looked to him smiling.
He felt his heart stop once more and his breath hitch in his throat. He really had to remember to breathe. He peeked into the white and black blanket in her arms and saw a small baby, no more than four or five months old. From under a mess of raven hair, blue eyes peeked up at him. A gummy smile spread across her face and a giggle burst out from her tiny mouth. He felt his heart swell over with love for the child in the blanket and laughed back as she looked to him like he was God himself.
The tiny human almost made him forget his previous dilemma and many unanswered questions. Almost.
Great, not only am I married to Sam, we have a baby together. He said peering into the blue eyes of his child. I have got to find a way to wake up. This is one hell of a dream.
"Here, hold her for a second." Sam said handing him the baby. He took her carefully and held her close, scared he'd drop the fragile being. He looked down at her and was shocked to see her eyes turn a neon green, much like his own, before she disappeared in his arms.
"SAM!" He called quickly, afraid to move and shocked by the action.
"What?" She said running out of the bathroom in nothing more than a black lace bra and matching underwear.
"She's gone." He said, his eyes wide and shock on his face.
"No she's not." She said matter-of-factly, and then worry covered her features. "She can't be. Your parents said she couldn't phase through the fabric." She sounded near hysterics.
Danny looked down to the bundle in his arms and relaxed when she reappeared and started giggling even more. Danny laughed along with her and looked to Sam once again, completely oblivious to her unclothed state.
"Don't do that Danny, you scared me." She said lightly slapping his arm with a smile before returning to the bathroom. A giggle in her voice as she tried to play off her trepidation.
"Sorry, she startled me." He said, hoping the nervousness in his voice wasn't too obvious.
"We'll you know as much as I do she takes after her father." Sam said from the bathroom, exiting moments later wearing a pair of sweats and a shirt that looked like, and he was sure, was his. Her long locks were tied carelessly back in a bun as she took the baby carefully from his grasp. Whispering simple playful words to her offspring and promising breakfast soon.
He watched her disappear out the door once again before waiting five minutes then climbing out of the bed, rushing to the bathroom to change and think things over. He entered the bathroom and found his cell phone plugged into the wall charging. He reached forward and smiled inwardly at the image gracing the background. Sam lay sleeping on the couch, looking like a hot mess, but cute and adorable at the same time. In her arms Lilith rested, her eyes closed and her head rested on her mother's breast. He smiled at the picture once more before opening his phone and looking to one waiting message.
Pick up anniversary gift at Nathan's. 12pm.
It was a reminder.
He exited out of the application and noticed it was only nine thirty; he still had a few hours to kill before he had to pick it up. He then let his eyes roam to the date. August 1st, 2017. He stopped and his eyes went wide. It was 2017, nearly twelve years in the future. That would put Sam and himself at 27 years old. He felt himself choking on what he wasn't sure.
"What the hell happened?" He asked his reflection, he was utterly lost. He had a gut wrenching feeling this wasn't the dream he had once perceived it to be.
How was it? Too much? Please review and let me know if you'd like to see more. Next chapter is future Danny in the present, or past. Whatever.