She never questioned where he ran off too, or why he always appeared bruised and bloody. She didn't wonder why he looked like the legendary Phantom who tormented Amity Park. She couldn't imagine what desires clouded those eyes whenever she touched him. She only asked how she could possibly fall for the bad guy, her step brother.
Sam sat straight up in surprise. She was in Danny's room, in his bed, with him sitting on the edge. He wore his smirk with ease and a tray of food was set up on the nightstand.
She frowned and disapprovingly looked at her attire. "Why can't I remember anything?" The only thing she could recall was her massive headache.
"You were drugged." Danny said through clenched teeth. "Gregor gave you roofies."
"Gregor? ...That's right. The party and...that bastard!" Sam groaned, rubbing her temples. "How did I get home?" She offered as a distraction.
"I took you home."
Sam raised an eyebrow at the almost soft tone in Danny's voice. He smiled and offered her some toast. "Eat up. We have a lot to do."
Sam sighed and accepted the meal. She stabbed the vegan eggs with a fork. "I didn't do anything strange last night, did I?" She noticed his pajama pants and tight fitting tank. All she had on was a barely there dress riding up her midsection. Sam pulled the covers closer as if Danny had suddenly acquired x-ray vision.
Danny smirked. "Of course not, Samantha. Not unless you wanted something to happen."
Sam dropped her fork on the plate and glared. This flirty really needed to stop. "Look, whatever you think is going on between us has to stop. We are step siblings, Danny. Your father married my mother. Why can't you grasp that?"
Danny gave her a lopsided grin. "And what makes you think that would stop me?" He leaned in. "When there's something I want, I get it. Simple as that."
His eyes were on her lips. Sam swallowed and bit into the toast, looking away.
"So what are we doing today?"
Danny straightened, all professional again. "A few things, starting with you telling me why you went to Gregor in the first place."
"I didn't really have a choice now, did I Danny?"
"Didn't have a choice?" He scoffed, throwing his hands in the air. "You could have told me!"
"So, what? You could go and merrily murder Gregor?"
"Danny." Sam glared. "I am not going to allow you to beat anyone up, no matter how much they deserve it."
He raised an eyebrow in challenge. "I wasn't aware you were in control of my actions."
"I'm in control of any actions that are caused by me."
They sat in silence as Sam continued chewing her breakfast. The munching sounds her mouth made were slightly embarrassing. She reached on her nightstand for the bottle of water.
"You know, you could have just gotten me some tap water. Do you know how terrible these things are for the environment? she scolded.
"Are you okay, Sam?"
She watched the look in his ice blue eyes change. The usually cold expression had thawed, revealing something warm. Compassion? Sam highly doubted that. This was Danny she was talking about, after all.
"Y-Yeah," she stuttered, cursing herself for that. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Danny kept his eyes on hers, as if trying to read her soul. "You talk an awful lot about your dad whenever you're half asleep. I'm beginning to figure that out."
Shit. So she had told Danny a thing or two in her drunken haze. Sam avoided his eyes, continuing to murder her eggs.
"So what about you?" she asked after a minute.
Danny seemed to pale. That wasn't the reaction she was expecting. "What about me?" he asked quietly.
"Tucker told me something along the lines of you not kissing girls."
The raven haired teen scowled. "I can't seem to get him to shut up around you."
She watched his expression carefully. "I don't get it. You're a playboy, but you don't kiss anyone. You claim to be out with girls, but sometimes it seems like you're using it as an excuse. Like you're hiding something."
Danny's face was void of emotion. She leaned over to whisper, "Danny...are you gay?"
The look on his face was completely priceless. Sam laughed so hard she was sure those eggs were going to come rushing back up. So she was a little crazy this morning. It was probably some weird after effects from the drug.
"Honestly." He shook his head at the laughing goth. "Even with all the crazy, irritating things you say, all I can think about is yours lips."
That certainly made her shut up. Danny's bedroom suddenly felt as if it were shrinking. The two were still in his bed, dressed a little provocatively. She was pretty sure both of their parents were gone...
Tucker walked into the bedroom and gasped. Danny had Sam pinned underneath him with a teasing smile.
"Hey, Tuck." He greeted his friend with a smile.
"Danny, get off!" Sam struggled, smacking his chest. Why the hell did he have to have a six pack anyway? "I swear to God the next time you ask me to come closer, I'm going to punch you in the face."
Danny laughed, causing the bed to vibrate beneath them. "Ah, c'mon. Its not my fault you're so gullible." He caught onto her flailing arms. "You know, Sam, the more you struggle, the faster you'll sink."
She stared at him for a moment with unyielding eyes, daring him to continue. The playful had disappeared when he finally took their position seriously. His grip on her wrists loosened. Hovering over her submissive form, Danny slowly began to lean in.
Sam finally managed to push him off her and then drag Tucker down the hall into her own room, slamming the door. She could still hear his faint laughter through the walls.
"That idiot!" Sam banged a fist against the wall. "That's the last time you'll get any sympathy from me, bastard."
She took a deep breath and turned to Tucker, who was staring at her as if he couldn't believe something.
She raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothing." Tucker clamped his mouth shut. "You just...You seemed..."
"Don't even go there, Tuck." Sam groaned. "I've had enough to worry about in the past twenty-four hours." She pulled on the hem of her dress, thankful it had rolled down when she stood. She really needed a shower and a change of clothes.
That made him sober up. "Sam, what happened?" Tucker demanded. "After our call, Danny showed up at my house looking for you. I told him we weren't really on a date and that you went to that Gregor guy's house."
She glared. "Thanks a lot, Tuck. Its great to know how well you have a cover story down."
"I never agreed to that!" he whined, following the goth desperately as she dug into her drawers. "And this is serious, Sam. I tried calling you and Danny back, but neither of you answered. I come over here and you're in bed together!"
"I didn't sleep with him!" Sam snapped, slamming the drawer closed. The techno geek jumped at her sudden violent demeanor. "I told you I would never fall for Danny. I don't care how many girls he's seduced or how many times he tries to tempt me. I am not, ever, going to fall for that prick."
The sudden silence made her realize she was screaming. Worried, Sam stared at the closed door. Did Danny hear them?
She shook her head. Why did she care about his feelings? It was apparent Danny was merely curious about her stubborn nature. In fact, she was certain he heard the same speech from girls everyday. After he was done with them, of course.
The facts were there, so why did she feel like she made a huge mistake?
"I'm sorry." Tucker pulled her back into the room. Her head turned to read his expression. "Its just...when I told Danny about Gregor, he paled. And then he...changed."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Changed?"
He nodded, keeping his eyes on the ground. With trembling hands, Tucker adjusted his red beret. "I've only seen it a handful of times. When Danny's really worried or angry, he's just a different person. He gets scary calm and quiet like he's ready to snap at the simplest thing." Tucker placed his hands on her shoulders. "This is why you have to be careful, Sam. Danny's dangerous. In more ways in one."
She took Tucker's warning seriously. "I know. I've seen it. The after effects, anyway." When Danny came home beaten, saying how he tore the other guy apart. "Do you think..." She began, remembering an image with horrid green eyes. "Never mind." Sam dismissed the thought quickly and the scene immediately left her memory.
"Sammi-kins!" Her mother announced with a bear hug. "I'm so sorry Vlad and I have been out so much. We've simply had too many arrangements with the Rindals."
Sam felt herself pale at the mention of Gregor. She looked over her mother's shoulder at Danny, who spoke softly to Vlad.
"You and Gregor had a wonderful introduction, if I recall."
"Mom." Sam sighed. "I'm not interested in Gregor. So whatever engagement party you're planning, forget it."
"Oh." Her mother wept at her daughter's statement, but Sam's eyes were focused on Danny, who stared at her across the room. The intensity made her shiver and she met Pamela's eyes once more.
"Mom. Was Gregor with you at the...gatherings?"
"Oh no. This was simply a matter between the parents. And now, Sammi-kins, before you raise your voice again, you should really give Gregor a chance."
Her mother gave a wicked grin. "Because we've already booked the reception."
Sam's eyes widened. "You didn't...did you really...?"
"That's right! The Rindals have agreed. In a few months, you'll be married to Gregor!"
Something shattered in the room. Pamela and Sam jumped, turning to the source.
Vlad chided his son. "Christ, Daniel! Control yourself." Danny stood over a broken vase. His fists clenched at his side and he charged toward Sam, grabbing her hand and dragging her out.
"Danny...calm down!" Sam screamed once they were outside in the gardens. He was walking too fast, and Sam tripped several times along the way. Once they were in the privacy of the greenhouse, Sam freed her hand. "What's your problem?"
Danny whipped around and she could see the absolute fury in his eyes. Intimidated, she backed up a little.
"What's my problem?" He said slowly between clenched teeth. "Don't you remember last night, when I escorted your drugged ass away from that creep?"
Sam crossed her arms, struggling to keep herself brave. "Of course I remember. I woke up in your bed, didn't I?" Leaning slightly, she added, "And its your fault anyway."
"My fault! I'm not the one trying to take advantage of you!"
"This is exactly what I was talking about, Danny! Your flirting has gone too far and because of that, Gregor thinks there's something between us."
Danny continued to glare at the goth, taking steps toward her. Against her better judgment, Sam stayed still until there were only inches between them.
"Do you honestly want to marry this guy?"
She certainly hadn't expected that. "Of course not!" Sam grumbled. "But the way you reacted in front of my mom and Vlad wasn't exactly subtle."
He was still standing dangerously close. It was hard to keep her eyes on his. She knew he was challenging her, daring that she look away, but Sam wasn't the cowardly type. They continued their staring contest until Danny's frown eventually lifted into a smirk.
"There's far more than honest attraction between us and you know it."
There wasn't any time to contemplate his words. Pamela was calling out to her daughter, but before Sam could answer, Danny closed the space and kissed her.