It's been a billion years since I updated this and I'M SORRY but I've been super busy and blah.
This chapter is really short. Sorry ):
But at least it's here now, right?
Okay I'm gonna go ahead and upload this little guy and be done with it.
I don't own Danny Phantom.
They Were Kids That I Once Knew
March 26, 2013
Danny woke early the next morning, blinking groggily at Sam's ceiling. For a split-second he froze, trying to remember where he was, before the night before came flooding back to him. A flare of anger burst in the middle of his chest and his vision tinged red for a brief moment, before a quiet sigh to his left immediately calmed him.
He turned his head and nearly melted at the sight of Sam blissfully sleeping on her stomach. Her face was turned toward his, completely relaxed. Her lips were parted slightly and her cheeks were tinged pink. His grin was blinding.
He rolled on his side to face her, propping his head up on one hand. "You're beautiful," He whispered to her. "You're so beautiful, Sam. I love you,"
She did not respond. He chuckled breathlessly, reaching forward to brush a few strands of hair away from her face. The desire to stay there and just watch her sleep was almost overwhelming, but he forced himself out of bed.
Danny padded down the hallway to the staircase, stifling a yawn as he went. He'd eaten breakfast with Sam several times before, but he had never made the meal for her. In fact, he had never made any meal for her.
He whistled cheerfully as he moved about the kitchen, gathering ingredients for a vegan breakfast taco his sister taught him to make in the months after the Disasteroid. He was still whistling when he heard something rather heavy crash down the stairs.
"Sam?" Danny bolted away from the stove. He skidded around the corner and gasped at the sight of Sam sprawled out at the bottom of the staircase, her face twisted in pain. "Sam!"
He was at her side in an instant, carefully lifting her head and tucking his arms behind her shoulders. She was groaning quietly. "What the hell just happened?"
"I fell, genius," She muttered through clenched teeth. "Oh my God..."
"Where are you hurting?" Danny asked quickly.
"Everywhere!" Sam hissed. "Just give me a minute, Jesus Christ..."
"I'm not gonna let you sit here on the floor, let me get you to the couch," He lifted her bridal style before she could protest, ignoring her nails digging into his back as he hustled her into their living room. He lowered her carefully onto the cushions, easing her head down to the armrest. He could feel nerves twisting his stomach into knots at the sight of her face so twisted in pain. He dropped to his knees beside the couch. "Sam, talk to me, what's going on?"
"I just...I hurt," She whispered. "I feel like I got hit by a train,"
All of the blood in his face drained in a split-second. He took her hand and lightly squeezed it, reaching forward with his other hand to brush her bangs out of her face. For a moment, he had trouble forming a thought in the hazy panic that set in at her words.
"Oh my God, I've never felt this sore before," She whimpered.
"Sam...did...did I do this?" Danny whispered.
Her eyelids fluttered open, confusion shining in her eyes. "No?" He clenched his jaw and shifted restlessly from one knee to the other. "Why would this be your fault?"
"Last night...I got a little...um...aggressive with you..."
"No, no, no, Danny, that's not it at all," Sam cupped the side of his face and stroked his cheekbone soothingly with the pad of her thumb. "You did not hurt me at all. It was Wulf's collar, it was just Wulf's collar, I promise you."
"I didn't hurt you?" He whispered.
"No," She murmured. "You did not hurt me last night."
"It was just the collar? It was that asshole Walker?"
"Yes, it was Walker. It was only Walker. It didn't have anything to do with you." Danny chewed the inside of his cheek in indecision. He leaned forward and placed a kiss against the side of her head.
"You've gotta take it easy today, okay?" He murmured. "I'll take care of everything, you need to relax and let your body catch up with you. We'll just hang out around the house and I'll do whatever you tell me to do." He grinned crookedly at her giggle. "Wanna move downstairs?"
"Um...sure...but what's burning?" She asked curiously.
"Oh shit, the taco!" He scrambled to his feet and shot toward the kitchen, inwardly cursing at himself over Sam's laughter in the living room.
I...am watching a weird TV show...really weird...and I'm distracted.
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