Lyrics by Demi Lovato - Heart Attack

"You should tell Danny how you feel before it's too late," Maddie said as she offered Sam a blanket. The goth hadn't left the unconscious boy's side for hours, determined to stay awake.

Sam examined his sleeping face carefully. "I don't think Danny would want me as a girlfriend."

"My son would be an idiot to turn you down." Maddie kissed Sam on the head, turning to the door. "He doesn't need much, Sam. All he needs is you."

She wasn't sure how to respond, because even if she did have feelings for Danny, she knew it would never work out. She could never give him what he needed most, and the thought of being alone crippled her soul until tears stained her cheeks.

Sam cried soundlessly into the blanket. She'd never surrender her heart. Whether she wanted to or not.

~You make me glow

But I cover up won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up

Cause I don't wanna fall in love

If I ever did that

I think I'd have a heart attack~

Sam didn't get the food out of the microwave, instead heading to the refrigerator and offering Danny a coke. She had devoted her time to twirling a reusable water bottle along the table as he fired off questions.

"Did your parents ever hurt you?"

Her mouth twitched at the word hurt. "They're just words, Danny. They can't hurt anyone." She uncapped the bottle and took a sip. "I've told you my life story, so what about you?" She stared at him curiously now, struggling to understand him.

Danny looked down at the coke can between his hands, unusually shy. "When I was young, my parents were obsessed with ghosts." He glanced up to check her expression, which was completely cool. "They were scientists trying to invent a ghost portal, but something went wrong and my dad died during an experiment."

Sam was about to reach out her hand and touch his, but stopped midway. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, pulling her hand back to her lap. Danny watched the movement, staring as if he wished she had. "Do you remember him?"

"Not really. Mostly I'm told stories of how clumsy he was."

She expected the delinquent to give her a goofy grin, but Danny was surprisingly serious. His ice blue eyes were piercing in a way she couldn't explain. "Do you think he's in Heaven?"

Danny laughed. "A goth who believes in God? That's a new one."

"I'd like to believe in God," she scolded, before looking down, "but at the same time, I don't think I can."

Danny watched as the sunlight caught onto her raven hair, creating a halo on the crown of her head. "What do you mean?"

Sam pursed her lips, which were lipstick free. Danny decided he liked her natural face better than the dark makeup she usually wore. "I'm a skeptic. It's not easy to convince me something is real unless I see it." She stopped, and Danny could practically see her train of thought take a 180. Sam leaned over the table, whispering, "Do you ever do something just because you're afraid something bad will happen if you don't?" She watched as he slowly nodded. "It feels wrong to love someone out of fear. I don't want to believe in something simply because I'm afraid of the consequences. I want to love someone because I love them."

Danny raised his eyebrows, and Sam realized she had just admitted something extremely personal. She ducked her head, embarrassed. "Or maybe I'm just crazy." She leaned back into her seat, hoping her cheeks didn't look as red as they felt.

"I know what you mean," Danny said quickly. Sam turned to him, surprised by the serious look in his eyes. Her confusion faded and she graced him with the tiniest of smiles. Danny wanted to understand what she had gone through; exactly what that smile said about her.

"I've just interrupted your story," Sam admitted with a frown. "I guess I'm not used to talking about myself."

"I'd like to know more," Danny said, leaning across the table. His hand grabbed hers as she spoke. "I'd like to know everything."

Sam's face warmed as Danny's voice got undeniably softer. He was leaning right into her as if he were waiting for a kiss. Their relationship had skipped about ten levels and she wasn't sure how to handle it. At the last moment she turned her head, staring at the table. "We were talking about you," she said, glancing up with a glare. "Just. You."

He stared down at her vibrant violet eyes and leaned back, smirking. "We were." He tapped his chin thoughtfully like he was looking for his place in a storybook. "After my father died, my mother was a mess. She vowed never to do this ghost project again, but that's when Vlad stepped in." Danny frowned.

"Who's that?" Sam asked, shocked by the violent tone Danny's voice took.

"He's a very persuasive and rich bastard." Something cracked between them. Sam was amazed to find Danny crushing the coke can in his hand. "After my mother ended the ghost project, we struggled to pay rent. We were homeless at one point." Sam gasped, though Danny didn't seem to notice or care. "Vlad swooped in offering to pay for my mother's financial problems. We had no money so she agreed. A year later, they got married."

Sam watched Danny's tense demeanor, confused. "That doesn't make sense. Your mother said they were doing experiments to help you."

"They are, but my mother is also looking into the spiritual side of a being. She thinks if she can cure the part of me that's dying, she can bring my father back."

"That's…" Sam's sentence drifted. She was the last person to call someone crazy, but she didn't know how else to put it.

Danny sighed, standing up. "Maybe not."

Sam followed Danny as he walked into her living room. He picked up a photo of Sam and her parents. "Is this real," he asked, keeping his eyes on the picture, "or are you posing for this as well?"

"I don't think it was ever real," Sam admitted, taking the photo from him and putting it face down on the table.

Danny turned, only to bump chests with Sam. They were standing close with only a sliver of space between them. He leaned down so their foreheads touched; their breath heavy between them. His hands trailed up her back, taking her shoulder length hair and brushing it forward so it lay in front of her shoulders.

Sam stayed perfectly still as her heart beat matched the speed of her racing thoughts. She knew her mind was rebelling, something her heart couldn't quite say to her. She was scared, but she couldn't seem to take her eyes off him.

Danny's hands came up to cup her cheeks. His breath fanned her face, teasing at her bangs. His eyes, usually icy, practically glowed in the dim lighting. Slowly, he leaned forward.

"We shouldn't," Sam spat before he got any closer. She was still captive to the snake, staring at his lips.

The corner of Danny's mouth formed a smirk. "Probably not."

"It won't end well," Sam continued. "I can promise you this will go up in flames."

"You're right," he agreed, yet he was still inching closer.

Her lips let out a soft whimper as one last plead, when Danny stopped. Instead of touching her mouth, his face fell onto her shoulder; his lips teasing her neck when she felt a cold spike of air touch her throat.

Sam barely had time to register the crash when Danny pulled her impossibly close, falling onto the carpet and log rolling them both across the room. A nasty wind whipped through the air as the roof of Sam's mansion was torn off by a large glowing green creature.