Well, I'm sorry to say that this is the last chapter. Thanks to everyone for your supportive reviews and comments - they really meant a lot to me, and I'm glad you all enjoyed reading it so much. So a little afterthought to wrap things up - enjoy!
I don't own 'Danny Phantom' - Butch Hartman does.
I don't own the lyrics to 'Echoes' either - Pink Floyd do.
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun
Danny opened his eyes slowly, squinting as bright morning sunlight shone through a gap in the curtains into his eyes. Vague images from the night before began to creep back into his memory, blurred and fuzzy. He blinked and wondered if the whole experience hadn't just been a dream. The feeling quickly vanished when he felt Sam's head nuzzle against his T-shirt. The two of them were still lying on Mike's living-room floor; Sam's arm still lay across his waist, his around her shoulders. Save for them, the room was entirely devoid of people, and everything was bathed in a pulsating, yellow glow.
Last night he'd felt a sense of euphoria he hadn't before. Everything had made him feel great – the atmosphere, the music, the people – but Sam most of all. He'd never felt as happy to know her as he did now; she'd always been such a special person to him. Kissing her was the greatest sensation he'd had in his life. From the moment their lips first touched, everything appeared to stand still; time lost all meaning. By the time they broke away, 'Comfortably Numb' had long since finished, as had about seven other songs. The last thing he could remember clearly was Mike asking him and Sam if they wanted to crash there for the night, and then asking Tucker the same question…
Tucker. Danny didn't even know where he was right now, and he felt slightly guilty for not sticking with him last night. He'd obviously found someone to talk to who knew as much about computing as he did, but still… A sudden snore jolted him from his thoughts. He leaned around, only slightly so he wouldn't disturb Sam, and found Tucker lying sound asleep on the sofa, his cap perched over his eyes. He smiled and resolved to make it up to him later.
I love the friends I have gathered here on this thin raft, he thought, briefly remembering a lyric he'd heard somewhere before. Who'd said it – Jim Morrison? Probably – but it was so true.He looked over at Sam, still sleeping innocently at his side; seeing her in the early morning sunlight reminded him just how beautiful she was. Gently he stroked her arm, smiling as she opened her eyes and did the same. "Hey," she whispered.
everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
"Hey," Danny said. "You OK?"
"Yeah," she replied warmly. "Never better." She winked at him.
Danny's smile grew a little wider. He yawned and stretched before glancing at his watch again. "Eight o' clock," he noted. "Not sure I feel like going back to sleep."
Sam held him closer to her. "Don't get up," she bade him quietly, "don't go."
"Thought never crossed my mind," he said, kissing her forehead and stroking her hair. She smiled and kissed him back before she closed her eyes again.
Danny rested his head on the carpet again, watching faint wisps of sunlight flicker on the ceiling. He didn't care if Dash or Kwan or Paulina or any of those guys found out about it, or mocked them for it. He and Sam both loved each other, and he knew that nothing was ever going to change that.
no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky.