A/N: Okay. So I'm on a new program. I went from 'Microsoft Works Word Processor' to 'Open Office 2011', so uh yeah...

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Chapter 4: Snappy Sam

Things were somewhat distant and awkward between Danny and Sam since that day. They'd barely spoke to each other, but Danny still helped Sam with the class when he felt she needed it the most. On their drives there, however, they'd never spoke a word to each other, nor at their lunch break, or their rides back home. But on one certain Monday, after winter break, Sam returned to the classroom by herself. She gathered her graded papers and stacked them on the desk just as the bell rang and the kids filed up to their desks, sitting down.

"Hello guys," Sam did her best to crack a groggily smile.

"Good morning Ms. Manson." They greeted back.

Of course, Sophie was the first to raise her hand.

"Yes Sophie?"

"What's the matter? You seem really depressed. And where's Danny?"

"Oh," Sam started, standing up and circling around to the front of her desk, leaning against it. "I've... just had a rough night, that's all."

"Are you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine. Thanks for being concerned." Sam gave her a reassuring smile. But, though she was smiling on the outside, why did she feel so angry on the in?

Marie was the next to raise her hand.

"Marie?"

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine guys," the woman sighed. "Don't worry."

Marie frowned and hesitated, but she bit her lip, avoiding to ask the same question again. Even someone as sweet as Sam can have their testy sides as well...

"Okay. So," Sam said, grabbing the stack of papers. "I graded your guy's tests last night..."

"Aww!" Jason moaned loudly. "I didn't study! I know I failed it!"

"That was kinda hard," Hannah drooped. "I forgot how to turn a fraction into a percent. I probably bombed it completely."

"Now now," Sam cheered them up. "You guys didn't do entirely bad. Let me pass them out to you and you can see for yourselves."

She walked around, setting down the sheets of paper to the students whom they belonged to. After she was done, almost all of the class grinned. She took a piece of chalk from the metal tray and wrote on the board.

"90% of you were graded average, that's good. As long as you meet the recommended goal." She set the chalk back down and glanced over them. Half of them gave their friends high fives.

"Miss Manson," Murphy shuddered and slowly paced toward her.

"Yes Murphy?"

"I mean no trouble, but can I retake mine?"

"Why honey?" Sam peeked over the sheet. "You got an A solid."

"Yes yes, but I was working toward an A+. Can't I at least do a retake? Please?"

"Yes, you can."

Murphy nodded and walked back off. As Sam took a deep breath and sat back down, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Almost like... someone was taking a knife and twisting it in her gut. She clutched her stomach and let out a low hiss. Peeking up over the layer of the desk, her eyes darted left and right. The kids were occupied with their tests, looking it over and seeing what problems they got wrong. None of them seemed to notice the pain she was in, but that was a good thing. The last thing she wanted was to worry the kids over something that was probably caused of not eating that morning. The low hiss turned into a cry of agony as the knife dug itself even deeper within her flesh, piercing her liver. She shut her eyes so tight, tears managed to slide down her face in the process. Her nails dug deep into her palms and she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. Something was happening to her , and now, she was sure it was about more than just not eating. Something had to be completely wrong. She was very thankful that there was a small trash bin in her classroom right next to her desk. Because, on the spot, she snatched it from it's spot and threw up anything that she had eaten at anytime period then, if not from that morning. Luckily, she still wasn't loud enough to get anyone's attention, so she was happy that she was a quiet mouse. She sat back up and wiped her mouth, sweeping a little bit of vomit away from her lips, and flinging it into the trash.

What's...what's the matter with me? Something's wrong. Something's horribly, horribly wrong.

The intercom beeped and Jody, the secretary in the school's main office, spoke through it.

"Ms. Manson?"

Sam sniffed. "Yes?"

"Someone's here in the office for you. He's a handsome young gentleman and he said his name was Danny."

The class cooed and awed. "Somebody's in loveeeeee..." Marie teased.

"Thank you." Sam stood up and looked at the clock. What's Danny doing here so early in the morning? He's never up this early.

She snapped her fingers and pointed to Hannah.

"Hannah, come up here. You're in charge of the class. Make sure everyone stays silent and on task," she stopped and turned to everyone else as Hannah scurried up to the front of the room. "And everyone is to silent read until I get back. Please don't make a lot of noise."

She left the room and hurried down to the office, peeking around the corner and seeing Danny stuff his hands in his pockets. He looked a bit disturbed of something. Like something was bothering him. The adrenaline racing through Sam's veins blocked out the stabbing pain that still lingered in her abdomen. She cleared her throat and stepped out in front of him, making him look and give her his full attention.

"Hey." He shyly waved.

"Hi." Sam replied absentmindedly. They were extra cautious in keeping their distance. They didn't want to so much as touch each other for a while; They were still in a very delicate state...

"Look Sam, I... I came to say... I'm..."

She didn't let him finish before she ran toward him and threw her arms around him. Soon, her relaxed breathing turned heavy and lapsed. She choked back many hard sobs, but unfortunately, some couldn't stay in for long until they broke past it's dam.

"I've... missed... you... so much." She spoke between each gasp and whimper.

Danny didn't think another second before he wrapped his arms comfortably around her, stroking her hair, letting her know that he was there, and very alive and well. She sniffed, her nose getting stuffy and red, as were her eyes, and looked back at his face. He wiped away her tears with his thumb and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"I've missed you too."

"Never leave... never leave me again. Promise... promis- promise me."

"I promise Sammy. I won't leave you again."

She seemed a bit off, like she wasn't even her. But he couldn't blame her. They hadn't seen each other for nearly 2 months. Not a call, not a visit... not a hi.

Sam clung to him again, like he was the only source of protection from falling off of a 72 story building.

"Listen Danny," she started, taking deep breaths, showing the sign that she was regaining her ability to breath once more. "I've been thinking this past time that we haven't seen each other. And in my time of thinking, I wanted to ask... do you want to move in with me?"

Danny's eyes widened at the sudden question. Was she... really asking that? Or was it all a trick?

"S-Seriously?"

"Yeah."

Danny smiled and nodded furiously. "Yes! Sam, I do want to move in with you!"

"Really?" She chuckled.

"Yeah! More than anything!"

He kissed her and picked her up, twirling her around before setting her back down again.

"Come on," she smiled at him, taking his hand. "Let's go back to the classroom. The kids are waiting for me."

"If you say so." He laughed as she leaded him back...

Sam impatiently smacked the stick against her palm, sitting on the toilet seat cover and tapping her foot on the tile. It had been a week or so since Danny had fully moved in, and while he was out job hunting, Sam decided to take the liberty of purchasing home pregnancy tests to see if she was in fact impregnated. She didn't want it to come down this way, but she didn't know what else to do. She'd been throwing up constantly, and instead of losing weight, she gains it! That's from losing the food and not eating any whatsoever! Danny tried his best to come up with good excuses as to how she had possibly conceived to avoid telling her the truth. For some reason, he felt that now still just wasn't the right time. He kept telling her that she was under a lot of stress, therefore her body was showing that she was exhausted, tired, and worn down, and that she needed more rest and better nutrition. But Sam was a teacher, for crying out loud! She taught everything. From English, to Math, to Health. And she was good at Health. She knew it was something more. But to be sure, she decided to turn to more extreme measures. The more she waited, the more nervous she grew. What if she did conceive? What if she was having a baby? What was she supposed to do? Who was supposed to take care of it? So many questions raced through her head, but no answers would follow them. She just wasn't ready. Meaning, well, she was great with kids. And she loved the kids she taught at the school. But it would've been so unexpected. She wasn't prepared for this... she just wasn't ready.

And the stupid stick still didn't give her anything yet! Janky thing! She was almost ready to just trash it and forget she ever took it...

But something stopped her. When she'd attempted to throw it in the bin, along with the rest of it's "family", her muscles had stopped her. It was almost as if... her body itself was telling her no.

And finally, after many agonizing moments in waiting and cursing and thinking and panicking, the lines had started to emerge.

She sighed in relief as she watched it make a single vertical line, but her panic increased once more as it slowly marked another line, not yet done with its process.

A cross...

A red cross...

She was pregnant. She knew how to read it. And as the lines stopped, she continued to stare, waiting for it to sink in. She looked down at herself, imaging her bloated and fat, and a large mass and amount of placenta floating around in her stomach, not to mention the bloody sack in which the baby would live in for 9 months. She dropped the stick and walked to her room, slowly sitting on the bed, her eyes brimming with tears, and still gazing at the ground in which she had walked on. As this thought finally crossed her mind, that she really was pregnant, that she really was having a daughter or son, she shook violently and let her tears fall. Just as she'd thought... and Danny said it was stress.

But she knew better...

And she also knew she made herself that way...

Now she had to deal with the consequences...

Danny opened the door and let it click shut behind him as he carried in the groceries. Spade had barked in sequence, not yet realizing it was just the halfa carrying in the food.

He stuck his had through the bars and scratched the small pup on the top of his head.

"Hey buddy. Where's Sam? Did she let you out?"

Spade barked and pawed at the cage door. Danny smiled and unlocked it, taking Spade to the back door, sliding it open, and hooking him up on his metal chain collar. Spade had gotten bigger, and because of his size, he needed to learn to make it on his own. Therefore, they weren't really supposed to carry him a lot. Spade wasn't huge, just a bit big for his age. He was definitely liftable, but learning new stuff at a young age was never a bad thing.

Danny left him out, shutting the door, and locking it. Spade proceeded to do his business, and barked at a bypassing squirrel, all at the same time. Danny left the grocery where they were. Maybe Sam would help him with something...

"Sam? Sam!" He called to the empty, echoey house. A soft cry was heard, and he knew it was her. Sam and Danny were friends with each other long enough to know when Sam was fake crying and real crying. This, he knew, was definitely a real cry...

"Sam?"

He called for her again as he ran up the stairs and knocked on Sam's bedroom door.

"Sam?"

He absentmindedly set his foot forward, and something clattered. He bent down to pick it up. A stick...?

His eyes adjusted more in the dark hallway.

A pregnancy stick...

And... it was positive?

Sam's... it was hers. He knew now...

He'd gotten her pregnant... after she said she didn't want a child...

God, Sam was going to kill him when she found out!

"Shit," he mumbled. "Sam, are you in there?"

"Y-yes..." she cried softly. Danny opened the door and peeked in, seeing if he could find her in the darkness. She was laying out on her bed. Her head turned to look at him, but then glanced back at the ceiling, as if she were deep in thought.

"Sam..."

"You read it... didn't you?"

He sighed. "Yeah..."

"I don't..." she broke down once more. "I don't even know..."

"Know what Sammy?" he stepped forward, bracing her with his arm and supporting her.

"How it happened... who he is... the father, I mean..."

Danny stopped himself from saying anything about their affair. She didn't look like she wanted to know at that point in time.

"I'm having a baby, and I don't even know who the stupid father is!"

She bitterly clenched her teeth and swore to herself. Her voice seemed to drip with acid, and Danny winced when she emphasized "stupid".

"Sammy... I... I can help you raise it."

"No I couldn't ask that from you."

"No, I really will Sam. I'll sign the birth certificate as the father, I'll pay Child Support, I'll enroll them into school..."

"Danny, no. This is my problem, not yours..." Oh, she had know idea how wrong that completely is. "I'll take care of everything."

"Sam, I'm living here. Let me help with something."

"No Danny! You aren't responsible for what happened to me! Let me take care of this!" she snapped.

Danny shook his head and mumbled to himself. How could he have been so dumb? Now she was stuck with a kid she currently couldn't care for. And everything around her was already falling apart...

He stood up and flung the door open. A temper had raged within him, and he was fuming. But he wasn't mad at Sam, the baby, or even God. He was mad at... himself. For letting this all happen. He should've just went home, like he vaguely remembered from Tucker's words, and he should've went to sleep. At least he wouldn't have aroused in a place in which he didn't belong. None of this would've happened. Sam wouldn't have been pregnant, and he wouldn't have been a father.

He marched down the steps and Sam flew down after him.

"Danny... I'm sorry! I... I didn't mean to snap, I...!"

"Just... hang on Sam. Let me... I need to be alone. I have to think about this."

"What is there to think about?" she asked softly, as if cooing to a small infant. "You're not in charge of me... or for the situation. I'll take care of everything... it was my fault from the beginning..."

"It wasn't just yours Sam!" Danny shouted. "It was the jerk who decided to knock you up when you were must vulnerable! He should be taking responsibility too! And he should be here supporting you! You're carrying his kid! He needs to be here for you!"

"He probably doesn't care Danny... he probably doesn't want anything to do with me. And it's okay. I can handle being a single mother."

Oh for crying out loud...

Sam reached to Danny, tenderly grabbing his wrists to calm him down. But he snatched them away and left through the front door.

"Just... I'll be back soon."

He almost shut the door, but Sam hurried to stop it.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"Tuck's house. I'll be back."

Sam then let it shut the second time. She touched her stomach and stared at the now closed and sealed door. With Spade barking in the background, she decided that maybe she could talk to him. Even if dogs couldn't say anything, they were good listeners...

Danny knocked on Tucker's door. The wind had dimmed down since he'd stopped at Sam's, but it was still chilly, and nothing was helping with Tucker not answering the door. Wait, why was he waiting? He still had a key to his house. He pulled it out and unlocked the lock, pushing the door open. Of course, Tucker was found gaming on his Xbox 360, playing Battlefield.

"Oh, what the fuck man! I kicked your ass Kwan, you fucking cheat! What the hell! That was some fucking bullshit!"

A loud noise of someone else's voice was heard inaudibly in the background.

"OPEN YOUR EYES ASAIN!"

Danny snickered and cleared throat. Tucker seemed startled and paused his game, only to get assassinated in the background. He took the mic off of his ear and turned toward Danny.

"Hey man," he greeted. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Oh I came in," Danny smirked. "But you were too busy yelling at an Asian."

"Right. Kwan and Dash. Playing Battlefield with me. They're a bunch of cheats."

They were silent for a while, until Danny spoke up.

"Look man, I gotta talk to you."

"Sure. About?" Tucker went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. "Want one?"

"Definitely not. That's the reason I'm talking to you."

"The beer? What do you have against it?"

"At the moment, everything. Look, it's about Sam..."

"Sam...?" Tucker's eyes grew worried. "Is she okay? Were you drunk driving and you both got in a crash?"

"No, but your close." Danny rubbed the back of his neck and took a seat on the high chair. "Remember that night that we came home and you dropped me off at Sam's house and told me not to do anything I'd regret?"

Tucker nodded, taking a sip of his Bud Light.

"I... I got Sam pregnant."

Tucker then let anything he had in his mouth fly out, landing in little drops in the kitchen sink.

"You- you what?"

"I impregnated Sam."

"But... but she doesn't want a kid yet."

"I know, and she's devastated. She doesn't even know I'm the father. She doesn't remember anything from that night."

"Well," he continued, circling around and sitting in the other chair next to him. "Are you gonna tell her?"

"I was, but she's so stressed out. It's probably best if I leave it alone."

"Dude, you can't just ignore it. When that baby's born, it's gonna look just like you. And when it comes out with raven hair and blue eyes, she'll know something's up."

"I know. So I'll just wait until birth to tell her I'm the dad. That way, no one gets hurt... so suddenly."

"But she's Sam, dude. Sam. Don't you think she deserves better than that?"

Danny sighed and looked down at the counter.

Yeah Fenton, he scoffed at himself bitterly. Doesn't she...?

A/N: I'm so tired. And it's already 1:26AM. I'll update this later...

Have a good night, and just in case I miss it, a good Saint Patrick's Day and Valentine's Day! ;)

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