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Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own Danny Phantom and never will…….oh, the cruelty of disclaimers!
And once again, fan fiction has become the perfect place to dump my ideas at. Surprisingly, this story wasn’t originally a story. It was a picture formed in my mind. Then my imagination ran away with it and now that picture came out as a story….
So, yeah….in this story, Danny and Sam are married and they’re both 24.…
A Withered Rose
Sam’s pov
I sighed as I turned on the DVD and began watching some action packed violent movie that I didn’t even know the name of.
Normally, a good action story cheered me up, but lately, it hadn’t.
Whenever Danny left because of his job, I was always moody. As a ghost exterminator, he sometimes left for a couple days in a row. Sometimes I went a long, but mostly I couldn’t because of my own job.
The past few times he’d been home, I noticed he was more beat up than usual. And that scared me. It scared me to think that maybe something went wrong and now he was lying in some ditch….
I sighed. I needed to get away from such thoughts, for they attacked my defenseless brain every waking moment.
Seeing that the movie was one I had already watched, I turned it off and flipped through the channels. One by one, I flipped through them, but to no avail.
Growling, I threw the remote down on the floor. Amazingly, the floor hit the remote just right, making it turn to a soap opera…..
I groaned, too lazy to lean over and pick up the remote, and almost too preoccupied to even care about the show.
I rested my head in my right hand as my eyes strayed to the screen. Of course, it just had to be a love story. It just HAD to be….
Slowly, I found my thoughts drifting away to that faithful day when Danny proposed three years back….
FLASH BACK!
“So,” I asked comfortably, “what did you think of those exams you had to take?”
Danny smiled at me and said, “I think my brain went numb……” I laughed and he pulled me closer. “You?”
“Just about. My own phone number has been replaced with government statistics. I think that should tell ya something.” I leaned my head up against his warm shoulder.
The sun was beginning to set, giving out a red-ish gold glow to everything it touched. It had to have been the most perfect sunset ever on record, making it the most romantic too…
The trail widened and opened up to a large fountain with lights of blue and green shining down on the water. Personally, I was getting sort of tired and needed to sit down. Without even asking, Danny picked me up bridal style and set me down on the fountain’s ledge.
“Thank you,” I whispered. It was so weird that Danny could read me like a book.
“No problem,” he answered. He sat down by me and turned to face the water. I did the same, seeing mine and Danny’s reflection in the water…
“When you look into the water,” Danny said, “what do you see?”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, I see you and me.” I turned to face him again. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I see my future, beside you.”
Time stopped. “Wh-what?” I stuttered, stunned. Did he just say what I thought he said?
He gracefully slid off the ledge and stood right in front of me. He bent down on one knee and held out a small open case.
Within it was the most beautiful ring I had ever set eyes on.
“Sam Manson, will you marry me?” he asked solemnly.
My jaw dropped as my mind tried to decipher his question. But then, the question’s answer suddenly clicked in head.
“Yes!” I said, throwing myself around him and crying with joy. I felt his arms lock around me in a state of pure happiness.
I let go to put on the ring. It fit perfectly. “And Sam?” Danny asked, his ice blue eyes lit up.
“Yes?” I whispered. He pulled out a single rose from nowhere and handed it to me as one last gift.
The sky was streaked with deep blue and purples as we kissed.
I sighed once again, remembering every last detail. Age twenty one was my golden year. I got married, I got hired into a well paying job, AND Danny’s parents actually figured out how to shut off the portal whenever they wanted.
But now, Danny was gone. I felt empty without him and cursed his work because of it.
Groaning, I realized something. I still had papers I needed to do from work. Snapping myself out of la la land, I got up out of the nice, squishy couch and headed to the master bedroom.
Up the stairs and to the right was our bedroom. It was a deep maroon with dark red stained oak. It was actually a big room, but not big enough that a person could get lost in.
I turned on the lights and opened up my closet, looking for my bag with all my files in it. Finding it, I picked it up. I was about to shut the door when something caught my eye. It was far in the back of my closet, but still close enough to see. I bent down and pushed back some clothes. I picked it up along with my bag and headed back to the bed.
I sat down on the silk comforter cross legged and pushed aside my work once more.
The thing that had caught my eye was a white box with writing on it. I hadn’t seen it before, or if I did, I had forgotten about it.
The writing on it read August 8, 2011.
That was the day Danny proposed! I thought. Curious as to what was inside, I gently lifted up the lid. I gasped as recognition filled my mind.
It was a withered rose…
I lifted it in my hands, careful not to break off the petals. A tear rolled down my cheek as my heart swelled with the longing to see Danny again.
Just then, the phone rang. I jumped at its ring, but then sighed and picked it up.
“Hello?” I answered, really not in the mood to talk.
“Sam! Finally I got a hold of you!” a voice on the other end exclaimed. And I knew that voice anywhere.
I gripped the phone as I talked. “Danny! Oh my God, I thought you died somewhere! I’ve missed you so much!”
“I’ve missed you too,” he said softly. “Guess what?”
“What?” I asked, amused at his tone of voice.
“I’m coming home!” he said.
“Really?!” I replied, more happier than I’d been in days. I would get to see him again!
“I’m sorry it took so long this time,” he explained. “The ghost stole my thermos! But I got it back…”
I laughed at the picture of the ordeal forming in my head. “I’m glad you did. When will you be home?”
“Hopefully later on tonight. Listen I’ve got to go. I love you!” he said.
“I love you too Danny,” I replied and hung up. I could have jumped with joy at that moment if not for the rose that was still in my hand.
I walked out of the room and out on the balcony, turning my head up to see the stars glistening brightly.
I looked back down at the rose, turning it in my hands. As I leaned up against the railing of the balcony, I thought, I will always wait for you Danny. Always…
Lightning Streak