Vertigo: (n.) A sense of whirling or loss of balance.
Characters: Danny, Sam, Tucker, Jazz
Genre: Humour/Friendship
Rating: K+
Pairing: Hints of D/S and J/T
Summary: The gang heads to the local county fair.
It was when they rode the tilt-a-whirl for the four time, that they had to get off.
Sam, Danny, Tucker and Jazz lurched forward as the ride slowly came to a stop, but their compartment kept on spinning in circles.
The previous three rides were a blur. The four of them had been squished inside the circular room, it resembled the teacups at Disney land, with a giant wheel in the middle. Danny and Tucker had spun the wheel with all their might, the outside world a flash of colours barely within their eyesight. Loud screaming and laughing coming from the teens.
When the ride stopped, an operator came to the door and unlocked the hatch and opened the door so they could exit, and motioned for them to exit.
Four pairs of stumbling feet made their way down the rides stairs.
"Whoa. Make the spinning stop!"
Danny was supporting Sam around her middle, gently rubbing her back as she took a hold of her head to try and stop the circles running through her mind.
Beside the two, Tucker and Jazz were leaning against each other and Jazz was giggling like a little girl. She waved a hand in front of her face.
"I don't care if I'm seeing double right now, we should do that again!"
Tucker protested from beside her. "No more rides! I've got enough trouble seeing as it is without the spinning added."
Danny was the best out of the four, smiling without a care in the world. Sam eyed him suspiciously, trying to steady her eyesight on him.
"Danny, why aren't you affected like the rest of us?"
He smirked.
"Ghost powers. Always come in handy when a case of vertigo comes along."
She frowned at him.
"You spun us in circles as fast as you could, because you weren't going to get dizzy, didn't you?"
He chuckled. "Yep."
Meanwhile, Jazz was starting to feel the after-affects as the adrenaline wore off.
"Never doing that. EVER. Again."
Tucker piped up, placing a hand on her shoulder and nodding his head. "Amen to that."
They beelined their way towards a bench, suffering in silence as the rest of the carnival goers enjoyed the various rides and stands at the fair.
After settling comfortably on the green, wooden bench, Danny grinned, leaning back, hands behind his head. Sister and two bestfriends beside him.
"So. Ferris wheel next?"
"NO!" Came from the other three occupants on the bench.