Chapter Six: Heartbeat

OMG it's the end waaaaa! Soo sorry for the long wait, my internet broke down because my dad did weird technical voodoo when he instilled our new FITFTY INCH FLATSCREEN PLASMA TV!!! Anyway, since this is the last chapter, I'm gonna try and make it a little bit longer for you guys, okay? I really had fun with all of this, just so you know, and I'd like to thank all of these amazing people for remaining faithful:

Jess, Jessi, Kirsten, Phantom Misfit, (LOVED the picture!), Samantha Fenton, Super Heroes Fanatic, Romance and Musicals, Mz Jinky, Kiwi 118, Goku's elegy, Courageux, XOlovebirdOX, and everyone else that I am horrible enough to forget. Sorry, and thank you, I love you guys, you kept me going!


Okay, so now that you and your woman have openly confessed your undying love to each other or whatever, and you're (hopefully) in possession of a new girlfriend, then there's not really much to do. Your life will be filled with joy and wonder and all that good stuff, and you'll be pretty busy with your new lady. So, if you like, you can go and read my other book: Tucker Foley's Complete Guide to Girlfriends for the Clueless. Or, you can just read this last chapter, since it has very good pointers on how to keep her happy. Adieu, adieu, parting is such sweet sorrow. Now go and get on with your life.

Tips for the Lovebirds…

"So let me get this straight," Danny said, shifting his position on the couch. "You knew about my powers the entire time you were here, and you didn't say anything because you wanted me to tell you first?"

"Well, kinda. It was more like I was waiting for you to trust me enough to tell me. I knew at the start that you didn't exactly like me that much. I was waiting for the right time to tell you I knew." Hannah confessed, crossing her legs.

They were back at Sam's house. Danny had rushed them there in a state of emergency after fleeing the scene in the middle of the sidewalk. Hannah had screamed and shouted the entire time; she wasn't very comfortable with flying. He'd phased them all through every wall in the house until they reached Sam's room. From there, he proceeded to lock the door and promptly change Sam's password, (which, conveniently, turned out to be Samantha Fenton Jonas) then tossed them all onto the floor like rag dolls.

Tucker was sitting on the ground, his arms wrapped around his knees, and he was using his backpack as a seat cushion. Hannah was right next to him, in a squashy looking armchair, and was surrounded by dozens of colorful, fluffy pillows. She was leaning back, with her legs crossed, and looked extremely comfortable for one having just admitted to knowing someone's deepest secret.

Sam was sitting on the couch, and Danny was next to her, his arm slung casually over her shoulders, like it was always meant to be there. They were holding hands. She was leaning against him with her head on his chest, and he was absentmindedly stroking her hair. However, they were both still frowning at Hannah.

"Well, you could have at least told me that you knew," Sam accused, and Hannah sighed.

"I didn't really know what I wanted to do, you know? I mean, I've only ever discovered that one of my best friends is a superhero ghost-kid, hmm, well, let's see, never!"

Only one part of this sentence seemed to really catch Danny's attention. "Best friends, eh? Really?"

Hannah turned pink, and ducked her head, speaking in a rush. "Well, I mean, all four of us, we do hang out together a lot, and we get along really well, and I'm in on the big secret now, and you did save me from that ghost today, and, well, I just thought-"

"Hmm, well, I don't know, guys," Tucker said in mock sarcasm, turning to Danny and Sam with a smirk. "What do you think about a fourth addition to these three musketeers?"

"I'm all for it," Sam said happily. "It's been a while since a girl joined the group, and even then I didn't like her.

"Hey, you were okay with Valerie," Danny argued, squeezing her hand.

"Not really, since she deliberately stole you from me and tried to kill you," Sam said, looking up at him with a 'duh' expression.

"What?" Hannah asked, and Tucker laughed.

"It's a story for another time," he said, flashing her a grin. Her heart missed a beat.

"What about you, Danny?" Sam asked, and Danny turned to Hannah, thoughtful.

"Well," he started, and Hannah's stomach began to sink. She knew that look. "I mean, you are pretty cool, and you do know our secret, and I really think you are a good candidate for a new best friend, but…"

Hannah looked down as Sam gave Danny a smack.

"But," he continued, grinning now. "The only other girls we let into are group are eligible girlfriends for Tucker. I'm sorry, Hannah, but the only way you'll ever earn our best-friend-man-ship, is if you'll admit right here and right now that you like Tucker."

Sam was smiling, and Danny's grin was so wide that it might stretch off his face, and Tucker was red and looking anywhere but at Hannah. She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"He already knows I like him. I've been pestering him to ask me out ever since I saw how well it was going for you and Sam." Hannah looked straight at Tucker, who nervously stared back.

"Seriously?" He asked, bewilderment crossing his face. "You mean all those hints, and clues and weird notes – you were just trying to get me to ask you out on a date?"

"It doesn't work half as well when the boy in question can lose and IQ test to a blonde piece of ham," Hannah snapped, and Tucker blushed deeper.

"So, you do like me then?" Tucker said hopefully.

"What was your first clue? 'Why won't you ask me out,' or 'I think we'd make a great couple?'"

"Oh." Tucker blinked. "So, do you want to go out with me then?"

Danny and Sam burst into laughter. They both roared and guffawed and clutched their sides until tears were streaming down their cheeks. Hannah just sat there, staring in disbelief, as Tucker waited patiently for his friends' hysterics to die down.

"Yes," Hannah said forcefully. Then smiled and said, "Thank you."

Tucker gave a great "Whoop!" of delight, and jumped up and started punching the air. Hannah giggled and pulled his arm down, spinning him around so that their lips would meet in a short, sweet little kiss. Danny turned to Sam and mimed barfing actions, and she elbowed him softly then snuggled closer to him, gazing into his face.

"At least it didn't take them four years," Sam said, rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand. Danny liked the feeling.

"Well it was worth it, wasn't it?" Danny replied, smiling.

"Yeah, it was," Sam murmured, and she kissed him. They didn't pull apart for a long time, and when they did, the first thing they saw was a camera lens pointing at them from across the room. Sam jumped up and ran at Hannah, who screamed and darted from the room, with Sam hot on her heels.

Danny and Tucker chuckled, and then Danny turned to him, suddenly breathless.

"Thanks," he said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Tucker gave him a weird look.

"For what?" he asked, slightly confused.

"For giving me that really great advice the other day. It made me see a whole other side of the situation. And it really worked, even though I thought it wouldn't."

Tucker scowled. "You mean you didn't believe me?"

There was a lot of banging coming from what sounded like the kitchen, and then a loud cry of "PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!"

"Well, not really," Danny admitted. "But I'm really glad I tried it anyway. You should write a book, Tuck, on the way girls' minds work or something. You'd make millions."

"Yeah," Tucker said dreamily. "I can see it now. Tucker Foley's Complete Guide to Girls For the Clueless."

Danny punched his shoulder. "I'm not that clueless," he said, irritated.

Something downstairs crashed, and then someone shouted, "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" Then another voice joined in and both girls promptly were screaming at each other.

"Do you think one of them's gonna get hurt?" Tucker asked, looking towards the door.

Danny shrugged. "Sam can handle herself."

Tucker frowned. "I was talking about Hannah."

They looked at each other, and then cracked up, doubling over and clutching their sides.

There were muffled thumps underneath them, and something collapsed, and they could feel the floor shaking. "GET OFF ME!" Hannah shouted. "YOU BIT ME!" Sam yelled. Tucker and Danny exchanged glances, then Danny's head disappeared, and his body was kneeling down on the ground.

"Hey, guys, is everything okay?" Tucker heard him ask.

"Woah, he can do that?" Hannah's voice sounded shocked.

"You'd be surprised what ghosts can do," Sam's tone was smug. There was a long silence, and then a loud, painful-sounding smack was heard.

"HEY, I AM TRYING TO KISS MY BOYFRIEND HERE!" Sam roared. Danny's head reappeared onto his body as he sat down, looking dazed.

"WELL DON'T DO IT IN FRONT OF ME!" Hannah screeched, and then there was a loud crack. Tucker thought maybe Sam had broken some body part of Hannah's, but then the sound of both girls running out into the yard was heard, and Danny seemed to come back to earth.

"They knocked over the couch," he muttered, shaking his head. "And man, Sam can kiss when she wants to."

"I know," said Tucker, remembering.

"What?" Danny asked, shocked.

"Oh – nothing." Tucker said, blushing, and he turned around to stare out the window. Sam had Hannah in one of her famous headlocks. Hannah was spanking Sam. Or trying to, anyway.

"And they all lived happily ever after," Danny said, coming to stand by Tucker. He chuckled.

"Well, not yet, you know. We still have to finish high school, and then you can say that." Tucker reasoned.

"Well, why not now?" Danny asked, watching as Hannah pinned Sam onto the grass. Sam was squirming. "I mean, everything's cool now, there's nothing more to worry about. Unless, you know, there's some freakish twist and Hannah told People that I was the ghost-kid."

Tucker gave him a weird look. "Why would Hannah tell People that you were the ghost-kid?"

"It could happen!" Danny said defensively, and outside Sam seized Hannah by the wrist and heaved, flipping her over and slamming her on the ground. Huh. Impressive, Danny thought.

"Besides, she said she wasn't gonna tell anyone. That's why she's our new best friend, remember?" Tucker said.

"Yeah, I guess," Danny mumbled, and he looked down onto the lawn again. The girls had disappeared.

"I just hope that Sam stops all that weird girl stuff. I liked her better before." Danny said, sounding a little bit cross.

"Well, she does dress better now," Tucker said thoughtfully.

Sam had taken to wearing sleeveless shirts and short-shorts when she wasn't in school.

Danny grinned. "Yeah, she does."

The door downstairs slammed and they heard voices coming from the entrance hall. Tucker looked at Danny with a panicked expression, thinking for a moment that Sam's parents had come home. (They had banned the two boys from their house after they had heaved them down the stairs. What they didn't know was that Danny and Tucker were merely trying to push them out of the way of Technus.)

"Sam?" Danny called, poking his head out of the doorway. "Hannah? Is that you?"

Giggles erupted from the bottom of the stairs, and hushed whispers carried up to them, though they were unintelligible. Then the sound of Sam's boots clunking up the stairs and Hannah's footsteps following were loud in the hallway.

The two girls appeared in the room, their arms around each other's waists and smiles, wide and evident, on their faces. They beamed at their boyfriends, who looked stumped.

"Okay, I give up," Danny cried, throwing his hands in the air. "What is that?"

"What's what?" Sam said, still grinning broadly.

"Aren't you two still mad about your fight or anything?" Tucker asked, crossing his arms.

"Fight?" Hannah blinked. "What fight?"

Tucker and Danny exchanged glances. "Weren't you two just outside, ripping each other's throats out?" Danny asked.

"No," Sam and Hannah said together.

"But – but you knocked over the couch!" Danny said.

"And you flipped her!" Tucker pointed at Sam.

"Yeah, and you bit her!" Danny looked at Hannah.

The two girls stared at them for a long while, and then slowly, they turned their heads to look at each other, and burst into laughter. They fell into each other's arms, and they closed their eyes, and they sunk all the way down to the floor. They didn't stop giggling until Danny and Tucker who were tired of waiting, had joined them on the ground.

"Are you done?" Tucker asked, not looking up.

"Yeah. Sorry." Sam sat up and dusted herself off. Hannah remained on the floor, her arms spread-eagled and her knees up.

"So, what exactly was so funny?" Danny asked, rising up onto his knees.

"We weren't having a fight," Sam explained, her tone serene.

"Then what was all of that?" Danny asked, waving his hand towards the door.

"We were just fooling around." Sam said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Really? I mean, from what I heard, you even had a knife in your ha-"

"Oh, Tucker, just because it sounds like we're fighting doesn't mean we actually are," Sam rolled her eyes. "Don't you guys sometimes punch each other for fun or something? You know, recreational wrestling?"

Danny and Tucker looked at each other. "No."

"Oh, never mind," Sam snapped, and then she stopped and smiled. "It's a girl thing, you wouldn't understand.

On the floor behind her, Hannah gave a manic giggle.

"Uh – what's with her?" Danny nodded towards her.

Sam glanced back. "Oh, that? That always happens every time she laughs too much."

Tucker looked concerned. "Is she gonna be okay?"

Sam walked over, kneeled down gently by Hannah's side, smoothed back her hair, and slapped her.

"Yeah, she'll be fine," Sam said, rubbing her hands together as Hannah sat up and rubbed her hand to her cheek, glaring at Sam.

"You didn't have to do it that hard," she grumbled. When she took her hand away, there was a large red handprint vivid on her face.

"Oh, you needed it," Sam shot back, and then the two girls embraced, giggling.

Danny looked at Tucker, who shrugged. "I can't explain everything," he said, then busied himself with his PDA.


"Aren't they cute?" Hannah cooed, peeking through her binoculars down in the middle of the stadium, where Danny and Sam where slow dancing, their heads resting together, and their eyes on each other's.

"You're cuter," Tucker remarked, which earned him an "Awww," and a kiss on the cheek.

"I just can't believe you've never been on a date like this before," Hannah said, returning her eyes to her binoculars.

Tucker raised his eyebrows. "What kind of person goes on a date to spy on other people's dates?"

Hannah rolled her eyes. "You'd be surprised," she muttered, and suddenly jumped up and squealed.

"What?" Tucker asked, startled.

"You wouldn't believe what he's doing!" Hannah said, excited. "Here. Look!"

Tucker took the binoculars, looking at his girlfriend suspiciously. She nodded earnestly and pointed down into the middle of the stadium, where Danny and Sam had stopped dancing and were standing alone. Curious, he adjusted the dials to get a closer view, and was surprised at what he saw.

The decorations from Hannah's party were still there. Balloons and streamers and confetti were littered all over the place, and the lights were still moving around in hypnotic patterns. A slow song was playing, though it was one that Tucker was unfamiliar with. All the guests had gone now, but Sam and Danny still stood alone in the middle of the court. Hannah had insisted on having her eighteenth birthday in the Staples Center, claiming that 'it had never been done before.'

Danny was holding something small and glittery in-between his thumb and forefinger. He was talking to Sam in a low, hushed voice, and his face was very close to hers. Her eyes were sparkling.

"Danny – are you serious?" Sam asked, taking his hand in hers. It was warm, and softer than she expected, but still quite rough and beaten up from all his past battles.

"I've never been more serious in my life, Sammy," Danny smiled at her, and raised his hand to her cheek. It was so smooth, like velvet. She lifted her free hand up, covering his with her own. Her violet eyes were brimming with sparkles.

"I honestly love you," Danny continued, and Sam couldn't help smiling back. Her heart was soaring around in her chest, and she felt rather weak in the knees, not to mention that they were shaking. The effect he had on her was incredible.

"I've told you before that I couldn't imagine my life without you. I couldn't imagine one day without you, Sam. You're so addictive you know, but in a good way. And I want to be with you, no matter what."

"Oh, Danny," Sam breathed. "You sure have a way with words."

Danny flashed her a grin, and her heart melted. "I probably don't even need to ask you this, but…will you marry me?"

"Yes, Danny, I – wait, what?"

He laughed. "I'm kidding. But keep in mind that you are now currently my fiancé-slash-girlfriend, Miss Manson."

Sam grinned. "I like the sound of that, Mr. Fenton."

"Good, because if I have it my way, that sound will be around for a very, very long time," Danny said, his tone teasing, but the look in his eyes was extremely serious.

Sam's smile slowly faded, replaced by a look equally as serious. They stared into each other's faces for a long time, neither of them daring to break the silence. Then, almost like a magnetic pull, they leaned in until their lips met. The kiss itself was simple. Their lips were only touching softly, but to Danny and Sam, as cheesy as it will probably sound, they seemed to pour their very soul into that kiss.

Danny broke it, not having as great a lung capacity as Sam. He pulled back gently, opening his eyes very slowly. Sam's face was still tilted up, her eyes were still closed, and her lips were still slightly parted. All Danny could hear was the sound of her breathing, and the beat of their hearts.

"I love you too, Danny," Sam murmured, her large violet eyes bright and shining. Danny ran a hand through her silken hair, curving his hand softly so that it came to rest on her cheek. His face looked like it was illuminated by ten thousand suns.

"Tucker and Hannah are still watching us," he said in an undertone. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked up and saw a red beret and a mass of dark, curly hair.

"I hope they're enjoying themselves," Sam said, wrapping her arms around Danny's middle. He was so warm, and he smelled really good, like cologne and soap. She pressed her ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"It doesn't sound bad for being half-dead," She informed him. Danny looked confused.


"Hannah thinks you're half dead. Because you're half human, half ghost. She said that would mean that only half of you is alive." Sam explained.

Danny's brow furrowed. "Huh. Well, I guess she's right. Maybe I am half dead. Wait…no, no I don't think so." He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer towards him. "You hear that?" He asked, gently pressing her ear to his chest again. She listened, but not as hard this time, for the steady fluttering of his hyperactive heart was loud in his ribcage. She closed her eyes, feeling herself fall in love with that sound.

"You know why it's like that?" Danny asked, tilting her face up to look at his.

"Why?" Sam asked, letting her breath flow over his mouth. She knew he liked it when she did that.

"Because when I'm with you, I'm really, truly alive, Sam." Danny kissed her on the tip of her nose, and she flicked the tip of his. He really did know how to charm a girl, didn't he?

"You promise you won't do that anymore?" Danny asked suddenly, after a minute of silence had passed.

"Do what?"

"Act like the way Hannah taught you. I mean, it's great and everything if your using it on me, but what if you see Chase Crawford walking down the street and-"

"Danny," Sam interrupted, a smirk growing on her face. "If Chase Crawford walked past me on the street, I probably wouldn't even notice. I only acted like that for you, to get you to ask me out. And it worked, didn't it? You got insanely jealous."

"Yes, I did," Danny admitted. "But I'd be glad if I didn't see that side of you again. I liked the old Sam better, the one who's standing here in my arms and wearing a black dress with combat boots."

Sam smiled, and kissed him again. "I like her better too," she whispered, and Danny met her lips again, this time securely tightening his grip on her waist and lifting her off her feet.

Hannah and Tucker watched as the two turned intangible and disappeared through the roof. Hannah looked like she was shocked but was trying to hide it, and Tucker looked as if he would like to kiss her again.

"I hope they're not going where I think they're going," Hannah muttered, turning her gaze through the binoculars towards an open window. Tucker watched her and shrugged.

"If I know him, he's probably taking her to see the sunrise or something sappy like that," he replied, taking his beret off, it was making him sweaty.

"Well I guess that means our date's over, if it's sunrise already," Hannah said sadly. Tucker took her hand.

"We can go to the movies tonight if you like. You and me, Sam and Danny. It'll be my first double date." He said.

An impish grin spread over Hannah's heart-shaped face. "Really?" she asked, tapping her chin and looking at him tantalizingly.

"What are you going to do?" Tucker asked nervously.

"Oh, you'll see, lover boy." Hannah tugged on the sleeve of his tux. "Now, come on, let's get out of here before my dad walks in and freaks out over the humongous bill this is gonna give him."

"Good idea," Tucker agreed, then suddenly kissed her.

"What was that for?" she asked, surprised.

"Happy eighteenth!" Tucker cried, and then began sprinting down the stairs.

"Love you too! Hannah called after him, and began to follow.

As they exited the building, they failed to notice the couple floating above it, suspended in midair like marionettes, the vivid colors of dawn splashed around them like pastels. But Danny and Sam didn't notice them either; they were too preoccupied with the other's lips.

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Yay it's done! Just in time for high school, too, since I start September second. Tips for freshmen are welcomed for your favorite author, as are reviews from sexy kitties like you. Don't ask. Anyway, I'm glad I finally finished a story, I can never really seem to do that. I will shut up now so you can get on with your life. Bye!