So, hello again.
I kind of got this idea from another story I read recently.
And, in case you haven't been able to tell from my first two stories, I'm kind of in love with music.
And the idea of Danny and Sam together.
I don't own DP.
I do own the shirt I have on.
But that's about it.
Oh, and in case you guys were wondering if there's something wierd about me (besides the fact that I write fanfiction in my spare time when I COULD be writing my OWN stories with my OWN characters), I like to talk with a Russian accent. It provides me with endless hours of entertainment.
You don't understand.
Sam Manson rolled over in her bed, groaning at the sudden burst of sunlight that leaked through her dark curtains and crashed against her closed eyelids. Her voice broke over her dry, raspy throat; she squeezed her eyes shut tighter as the pain of it washed over her. So, talking was out of the question today, she thought with a rush of annoyance. Why did she insist on torturing herself every Friday night?
Well, she thought, at least Danny and Tucker don't know. She smiled groggily, her eyes partially opening. She could imagine the looks on their faces if they ever found out - Tucker, amazed. And probably a little turned on, she thought with a horrified shudder. Yes, telling Tucker is out of the question, she decided as she slowly threw her dark blankets off of her aching body. Danny? Having him find out might not be so bad. He would be worried, of course, if he saw her in the state she was in that morning. But if he actually saw me, she thought, doing what I do best...well...it could be an entirely different story.
She sat up and stretched, which proved to be a horrible idea. Searing pain shot through her body, causing her neck to bend at an awkward angle. A small, hoarse cry of pain escaped her lips, her throat burning in response. Okay, so, stretching...not the best idea I've ever had, she thought wryly. So, in order to distract herself, she turned her thoughts back to Danny. She could easily picture his face if he heard her best-kept secret; his mouth would hang partially open, his nose crinkled the way it always did when he was shocked. His eyes would sparkle with tender concern, they way they did when she got hurt while helping him ghost hunt. Her heart skipped a beat as she imagined them, the endless blue searching her face for a sign that she was in pain.
Smiling to herself again, she rolled out of bed and stepped in front of the large mirror attached to the back of her door. She examined her reflection closely, and what she saw rather pleased her. Her eyes were still half-closed with exhaustion, dark, heavy bags beneath them. Her skin was pale, paler than usual; her cheeks were tinged with blotchy patches of red. Her chest, partially revealed in the low-cut shirt she had fallen asleep in the night before, had large blotches of red similar to those on her cheeks. She pulled her shirt off, and gasped with disappointment as she spotted a rather large, purplish bruise that spread across her left shoulder. I'm gonna have to kill Robin for that one, she thought angrily.
Upon further investigation, however, she found that the bruise was her only injury from the previous night. She touched it lightly, and winced when it throbbed beneath her fingers. The pain was rather annoying, and so, with a roll of her violet eyes and her signiture scowl directed toward the reflection, she pulled a fresh shirt on and walked away from the mirror.
All in all, she thought, it was a good night. At least she hadn't been attacked by rabid fans when she made her escape last night. No, they had been consumed with Snake; it had been Robin who drew attention to her, what with dropping the ladder to the fire escape directly on her shoulder. She scowled again, remembering the pain of it, and how it sent her reeling backwards so that she landed heavily on her ass. Danny would not have been happy if he'd seen THAT particular exchange; but, since she had beaten Robin within an inch of his life after he had descended to check on her, she rather thought she had taken care of herself in a manner Danny would have been proud of.
Slipping on her thickly cushioned slippers, she padded softly out of her room and descended the stairs slowly. Her parents, she realized with a wave of relief, were not home. They, along with her grandmother, were in Europe on 'business.' Only the butler, Martin, was present in the kitchen. He smiled widely when he saw her entering the kitchen, yawning.
"Good morning, Samantha," He said, offering her a glass of orange juice. She gave him her most scathing glare before gulping the orange juice down. Her thoat burned for a moment, causing her to grab it with one hand, before subsiding.
"Call me Samantha, Martin, and I'll be forced to hurt you." She said hoarsely. Well, at least it doesn't hurt anymore, she thought.
He responded to her threat with a chuckle. "You've missed several phone calls," He informed her as she set about the kitchen, making herself breakfast. She glanced at the clock; it read 11:57 AM. Well, she thought, maybe it should be lunch. "Tucker has called twice, both times asking for you to call him back, and Daniel has called at least five times," Sam's heart leapt, and she turned quickly toward Martin, her cereal box toppling sideways as she did. Before she would ask the question dancing on her tongue, however, the phone rang out shrilly. Martin, with a meaningful glance at Sam, picked the phone up and said, "Manson residence, Martin speaking,"
Sam watched closely, and as Martin listened to whoever was on the other end, he looked at Sam and mouthed "six times" before clearing his throat and saying, "Yes, Mr. Fenton, she just woke up. I'm giving her the phone right now,"
Her lips curled upward in an involuntary grin as she took the phone from Martin. "Hello?" She said, inwardly cursing the grogginess and hoarseness of her voice.
"FINALLY!" Danny exclaimed from the other end of the line. "Tuck and I have been calling you all morning, what the heck, Sam? This is, like, the seventh Saturday in a row you've slept in past noon! What's going on?"
She rolled my eyes, thankful that he could not see the annoyed expression that had just taken residence on her face. "Danny, chill," She said, her voice breaking hoarsely on the word 'chill.' "I...had a late night last night, nothing to worry about. Nothing's going on, it's just been working out that I don't get home 'til late every Friday night. Or Saturday morning. Whatever," She said, waving her hand above her head in frustration. "And it's just now noon, so chill!"
There was silence from the other end for a moment. She distinctly heard Tucker's voice in the background, saying, "What did she say?" She grinned at his pestering, imagining the scene perfectly in her mind; Danny would be sitting on his bed, his eyebrows knitted together in concern over the sounds of her hoarse voice, with Tucker standing in front of him, his hand outstretched as if to take the phone from Danny.
"Quit it, Tuck!" Danny said, and she chuckled, imagining Danny swatting at Tucker's outstretched hands. "Why does your voice sound like that?" He asked, his voice laced with concern. Her heart throbbed with excitement.
"Uh," She paused. "Losing my voice," She said quickly. She closed her eyes, praying that he would buy it.
"Okay," Danny said slowly. Relief washed over her as her eyes flew open. "Well, do you want to come swimming with me and Tucker? It's like a billion degrees outside, and Tuck really wants to go. We've been waiting around on you to wake up."
"Sure," She agreed quickly, taking any chance she got to see Danny shirtless, his muscles exposed. She grinned at the thought of his well-toned abs shining in the sunlight; boy, did ghost fighting pay off for that little twig.
"Cool," She heard the smile in his voice, making her heart soar. "We'll be over in a few minutes. That okay?"
"Yeah, you can just hang out with Martin while I'm changing," She said, glancing quickly over to Martin. He nodded, smiling almost as widely as he did when she first appeared in the kitched doorway that morning; Martin loved Danny and Tucker.
"Cool," Danny repeated. "We'll just change over there, too. See you in a bit," And with that, the line went dead.
She lowered the phone, biting her lip in a futile effort to hide the grin that spread across her face. I can be a total badass every Friday night, she thought with a stab of annoyance, but I melt like a little...a little...Paulina when it comes to Danny. The shallow little witch. She rolled her eyes and handed the phone to Martin, who was giving her a knowing smile.
Forgetting her lunch, she raced back upstairs. She rooted through her drawers, determined to find her infamous long black cape to cover the large amount of skin left exposed on her body by the black bikini she had bought herself, but she found she could not locate the darn thing. She pulled the bikini on, and thought, maybe a little sun won't be so bad. After all, I do have fans to please. She glanced in the mirror to reassure herself that she looked fine, before gasping in horror. The bruise on her shoulder stood out in sharp relief; it may as well have had a neon sign screaming, 'Please gape at this huge-ass bruise!'
She groaned, closing her eyes and willing the bruise to disappear. But when she peaked at her reflection through her eyelashes, it was still there; if anything, it had gotten even darker. Okay, well, the cape is a must-have.
But, no matter how long or hard she searched, the cape was no where to be found. Gritting her teeth in an effort not to tear her pillow open, she turned on her heel and stormed out of her room, descending the staircase in a huff.
"Martin!" She screamed when she got to the foot of the stairs, wincing slightly at the pain in her throat. "Have you seen my cape? I need it, I have to cover-"
Martin appeared, his head poking around the doorway of the living room. To her horror, Danny and Tucker appeared just behind him. She stood, frozen, her eyes wide and trained on Danny. She saw his eyes widen as he took in her extremely revealed body, before swiveling toward her shoulder, and widening even more in shock.
"Sam...?" He said, stepping around Martin toward her. She bolted up the stairs, praying that he wouldn't follow. She got to my room, slammed the door, and locked it. Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned and leaned against it. What she saw within her room caused her to scream.
Danny was sitting on her bed, head cocked to the side, watching her with a half amused, half concerned gaze. "Ghost powers?" He said with a grin, watching her gasp and clutch at her heart.
"Cheater," She mumbled hoarsely. She pushed herself away from her door, turning and unlocking it as she did. Not two seconds later, Tucker tumbled in, glancing back and forth between her and Danny as he straightened up. She merely crossed her arms and scowled, waiting for him to sit beside Danny so that she could explain.
"You wanna tell us where that bruise came from?" Danny prompted her, raising an eyebrow and eyeing the bruise again. She winced, pointed at Tucker, and gestured toward her bed. Tucker obliged, settling cross-legged beside Danny and watching her with immense interest.
She sighed, knowing that she could no longer keep her secret from the boys. She glanced up at them, and found that their expressions matched what she had expected from this moment. Tucker was looking her up and down, taking in her bikini-clad appearence. One the boys rarely saw, as she usually covered herself with her cape. A pang of annoyance reached her at the thought of her cape, but she pushed it aside. Danny was glancing back and forth between her eyes and the bruise, his eyes full of concern.
"That's the kind of bruise I get after ghost fighting." Danny said. He got off the bed and walked toward her, his hand outstretched toward the bruise. He touched it lightly when he reached her, not missing the fact that she winced when his fingers made contact with her exposed skin. "Your voice is hoarse like you've been screaming...Sam, were you attacked?"
"I'll explain if you sit down," she hinted through gritted teeth, scowling up at him and turning her shoulder away from his touch. He stared at her, his blue eyes studying her face, eyebrows knitted together in a mixture of hurt, confusion, and concern. He towered over her, his impressive 6-foot stature overwhelming her slight 5'4" frame. But she continued to glare at him, and he quailed and retreated to her bed to sit beside Tucker.
"Okay. This is kind of a long story. So, please, don't interrupt," she gave Tucker a meaningful glare. He nodded, his eyes wide with curiousity. She took one last deep breath, and began.
"A few weeks ago, I was at the Skulk and Lurk. There was this poetry bash," Sam said, rolling her eyes at the memory, "and the owners made me promise I'd read one of my poems.
"Well, I got there, and I met this guy, Robin. We started talking, and it turns out he's in a band. They were looking for a new lead singer, so he'd come to scope the place out for any potential people that would fit the band," She smiled slightly. "When it was my turn to get up there, I started reciting my poem, and, I don't know. I started singing it. I really don't know what came over me, but it felt right, so I did it. Afterwords, Robin came and found me and asked if I would be interested in joining the band. I said yes,"
The boys were silent, staring at her with widened, bulging eyes. Their expressions were unreadable, so she pressed on. "We practiced a little, and we sounded...well, we sounded pretty freaking awesome. So now, we perform every Friday night, which explains why I don't get home 'til ungodly hours in the morning, and wake up late every Saturday." She looked at them, waiting for a response. Tucker gave a loud, exhillerated laugh; he was excited, she could tell. She grinned appreciatively at him.
"You're in a BAND?" Tucker shouted, leaping off the bed. He danced around in circles, his arms flailing over his head rather spastically. "That's so cool! That's so awesome! You're...you're like..." he paused, his eyes rolling backwards in his head as he thought of the right words. "...like a rockstar!" Tucker shouted, continuing his dance.
She laughed, placing a well-aimed, light punch on Tucker's arm. He laughed back, flinching away from her as she cocked her arm to punch him again.
"But, that still doesn't explain the bruise," Danny said suddenly. They turned and looked at him. He was watching Tucker's dance with a most peculiar expression on his face; she couldn't quite place it.
"That's true," Tucker pointed out, turning to face Sam again. "How'd you get the bruise?"
"Well, we've gotten pretty popular," She said sheepishly. She stared at her bare feet to avoid their gazes. "We...kind of...have to sneak out of the building after the show...to avoid the fans...and...well...Robin had a bit of an accident last night sneaking out,"
"What kind of accident?" Danny asked. She did not lift her gaze to look at him; she could picture the look of over-protective worry in his eyes she imagined he had at that moment, as it rang in his strained voice.
"Well...we crawl out onto a fire escape...and last night, instead of waiting for the ladder to fall, I just vaulted the railing and...Robin didn't see me...he accidently dropped the ladder on my shoulder." She glanced nervously up at them, biting her bottom lip, before dropping her gaze to her toes again. "It wasn't a big deal, I beat his ass after he got down there, so I'm fine," She informed her ankles quickly.
"That...is...SO BADASS." Tucker said. She looked up at him, relieved at the renewed excitement in his eyes. "You're...oh my God, Sam. You're hot!" He sounded terrified, but ecstatic at the same time.
That is, until Sam punched him as hard as she could squarely in the stomach.
He wheezed and collapsed to the floor, rolling around and whimpering in pain. "If you EVER call me that again, I will be forced to kill you." She whispered, thumping him upside the head. He merely nodded and whimpered more.
"Sam," Danny said slowly. She straightened up and looked at him. She suddenly felt very exposed, standing before him in nothing but her skimpy bikini. Blushing, she raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to say whatever was on his mind. "Sam," he repeated, looking her directly in the eye. "I don't think it's safe. It sounds like you could have seriously gotten hurt."
She rolled her eyes, exasperated, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Danny, this is the first time something like this has happened. Seriously, I'm a big girl, Danny. I can take care of myself. It's just a bruise,"
"But what if it had been more?" Danny asked, his voice ringing in her ears. "What if that ladder had snapped your collarbone? Or what if it had landed on your head? Sam, seriously, it's dangerous."
She huffed with indignation. "You're only saying that because you haven't seen me sing," she said, placing her hands on her hips and glaring. "If you could see me sing, you'd realize..."
Her voice trailed, as she had gotten lost in his eyes. Damn those deep blue, need you eyes.
"I'd realize what?" He asked quietly, stepping toward her.
"...how much I love it," she whispered, dropping her gaze to her feet again.
And even more silence. Damn it, I've shown emotion. I'm never gonna live this down.
"Maybe..." Danny started slowly. Her heart leapt, her gaze meeting his. "Maybe Tuck and I could see you perform,"
She nodded excitedly, grinning widely at him.
As if on cue, the phone started ringing downstairs. They stood - well, Danny and Sam stood, Tucker merely sat up on the ground, rubbing his stomach tenderly - and listened for Martin. Moments later -
"Sam?" Martin's head appeared in the doorway. He offered her the phone, saying, "It's Robin."
She seized the phone excitedly, glancing at Danny as she grabbed it. He was looking at her with that expression, the one he'd had earlier when Tucker was dancing. There was something in his eyes. What was it? It was almost like...
"Hello?" She said into the phone, staring at Danny. He continued looking at her, watching her closely, his eyes sparkling with...huh, I guess it was jealousy. But, what could he possibly be jealous of?
"SAMMY!" She heard Robin's voice shout on the other end of the line. Over this, she heard the other band members shouting her annoying nickname name and laughing loudly.
"Watch the 'Sammy' there, Rob," She said, grinning.
"Yeah, yeah. You don't have any plans tonight, do you? Of course you don't," He answered his own question without waiting for her response. "Good. We have another gig tonight. The regulars fell through, so Billy called me."
Her heart leapt excitedly; Billy was the owner of the place they played. "Sweet!" She said loudly, her voice cracking. Her cheeks flushed as she slapped her hand over her eyes.
"Easy with the voice cracks, Sammy," Robin snorted. "Seriously, though, we need your voice to be awesome tonight. So no talking. Got it?"
She nodded, realized he couldn't see her, and said "Uh-huh."
"Cool. Be here by 8 for sound check. Lates, Sammy," The line went dead at the sound of his loud laughter.
Chapter two will be up soon.