a/n: hey everybody I'm back so this chapter takes place like six months after the previous one cause nothing of importance happened in the last 6 months so yeah Danny's going to drop the l word in this chapter. Maddie might be in this one oh and secrets will be revealed oh and just so you know Danny is in the dark about jazz and tucker dating so yeah this chapter will have a lot of flash backs of what happened in the last six months, cause I needed a significant to pass before the l word is dropped, and that's about it so basically this one is about what's been going on in the past six months if its present I'll put dialogue if its flashback I'll put flash back this will likely take about three chapters , so like the last 3 all took place in one day it's the same idea so anyways on with it. Before I start the chapter I will give a bunch of quotes to describe each feeling of the characters


Chapter 10: refection part one

Sam's feelings

At first I was afraid to meet you and then I was afraid to kiss you then I was afraid to love you and now I am afraid to lose you

Danny's feelings

You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see but you to see but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel and when it's all said and done you won't want to

Paulina's feelings

how can one moment change your whole life how can one stupid mistake, how can one guy open yours eyes, to how you have acted through the years. You realize then all the words you've heard in your ears are true.

Valerie's feelings

We met, we talked, we liked, we dated, we committed, we loved, YOU cheated, were done, were deleted, all this time it was just ME but never us, I guess there never was no trust.

Jazz's feelings

Caring about a person and tolerating them are two very different things. I care about Danny so I TRY to tolerate Sam.

Tucker's feelings

Being the middle man is the safest place to be, especially if you're dating your best friend's sister, if you take any side it WILL mean disaster for you, the middle man is who I will always be and despite popular belief I'm cool with it (well mostly)

a/n: now the story begins that was both unknown author quotes and quote like paragraphs I made up to describe what page each charter is at in this point in the story I am going to try and make this as easy to understand has possible, I pretty sure you can assume who each character directed there quotes to if they are directed so if you can't comment or pm me


Sam's pov

It's been six months since I've stopped stealing, and I thank Danny every day, for rescuing me.(well in my head ). I would never admit, I needed rescuing in the first place. but hey a girl's got to get her pride, from somewhere.

In every point in a serious relationship, there is a point called "the second meeting" the time where you meet the parents. This stage can either go two ways, they can either absolutely love you, or declare war up you.

If they love you, they will probably insist there kid give you, a promise ring right then and there, and promise to marry pretty soon. Then there's the second way, if they absolutely abhor you, well you're end for it.

They will try every single strategy to get you out there kid's life, those are the only two ways, or so I thought.

I finally met MS Fenton, about 3 days after the horse race. Ms. Fenton is not big on surprises, nor is she and idiot like her husband. I remember I was sitting on the couch, eating a salad. it was around 12:00 when out of the blue MS Fenton walks in…


*flashback*

Maddie: (Walks in caring suit cases) jack im homes (notices Sam) who the heck are you, and what are you doing in my house?

Sam: im melena Grayson, and im the daughter of one of America's finest white house representatives', my father sent me to live with you guys.

She stated spewing out the lie that was given to her, not so long ago. It had almost become like a second skin to her. She was a person she never wanted to be, she was Sam Manson daughter, of the upright and cold hearted Pamela and Jeremy Manson, and she was a runaway.

She was a so called disgrace to her family name, but melena she was a blank slate, she had no past or future, and she was a blank slate. Sam held all her cards thanks to melena Grayson.

Maddie: you stay right here kid, im going to ask my husband if this is true and if it's not I doubt god almighty, could spare what your fate will be! The nerve, breaking into my home, eating my salads, god dang it jack get up here!

The woman screamed as she rambled on and on, making sure to glower at Sam, every few seconds. When Maddie Fenton got mad, that was a time you wanted to steer clear of the venue, she was not a force to be reckoned with. The saying "hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned" surely applies to every pissed off female ghost hunter.

Jack: coming madds!

Jack screamed, his voice booming from down in the lab. Footsteps were heard, as he made his way to level ground. Once he reached the top stair, Maddie zoomed over to where he stood.

Maddie: who is this little girl?

She asked as calmly as she could, giving the situation, yep she was pissed.

Jack: oh this is melena Grayson.

Jack said casually, as if the situation was nothing. In truth he didn't believe that it was. The man always thought differently than others, he saw the world in the view of a child. This was a good way to see things.

Everything was fun to him; the man had always been excited by life's smallest things, that's just how he was. Maddie on the other hand, was very fun and childish but at the same time was mature, and motherly, she balanced out the two.

But at this point Maddie was enraged, by her husbands, lack of worry.

Maddie: the daughter of the whr. Why didn't you feel the need to mention this, on our many phone calls?

She screamed her eyebrows furrowing, she was furious.

Jack: I didn't think it was that important.

The man stated shrugging; he still didn't see the big deal. The man simply didn't get it.

Maddie: a complete stranger, staying at our house, isn't important, but your improvements on the ghost gabber are!

She yelled, she had talked to man millions of times, a day while on her retreat and not once, had he mentioned sam. This infuriated the middle aged wife to no end.

Jack: yes it can translate ghost who speak other languages

That was straw that broke the camel's back the fat lady had sung, and Elvis had left the building. She was pissed.

Maddie: I DONT GIVE A DOG ON ABOUT THAT, JACK FENTON IF ANYONE FROM YONDER AND BEYOND, IS STAYING AT OUR ADRESS, IT IS IMPORTANT! JACK FENTON THERE ARE MORE THINGS IMPORTANT, THAN IMPROVMENTS ON YOUR INVENTIONS!

Sam quietly tip toed out the room, this was a family matter, and she didn't want to be, in the cross fire. Maddie shoulders were shaking and her face was red, in hard cold blooded rage.

Jack: aww Maddie

The man said, having a rare smart moment, jack did his son's famous puppy dog eyes, to try to get him out of the dog house. Even jack Fenton knew when he was in trouble.

Maddie: don't you dare aww Maddie me!

The mother stated, lightening up a little bit, thanks to the puppy dog eyes, but still obviously and utterly pissed.

Jack: come on madds, im sorry I know I can be I bit involved, in our work but I love you Maddie, and that won't change.

The man said getting right to the point, perhaps he wasn't so stupid after all. Even so he just spoke from his heart, he loved his wife dearly. He knew as well as she that they both had an obsession with their work, but she was the more reasonable one.

Maddie Fenton while odd, and out of the norm at times, she knew when it was time for her work, and when other things came into play. She also knew jack didn't, so the woman was more lenient.

Maddie: aww jack I love you to, you that it just really worked me up to see some stranger sitting on my couch, eating my food. I mean we have worked so hard, to build what we have our kids, are credit in the scientific community, and just to think she could be here to hurt one of my family members, would be unbearable.

The woman stated finally calming down, and returning to her normal chipper state. Once she finished her, confession a smile fell across her features. Her husband walked over, and to her and hugged her, and then lifted her chin so she could, look up at her.

Jack: not as long as I, have breathed in my body, will anyone human ghost or anything in-between hurt any one of you. You got that Maddie Fenton!

He said the most, serious he had ever been. He looked into her eyes, and two the to it seemed as if, the world had stopped turning right in its tracks, and no one else existed.

Maddie: yes I love you

*end flash back*


Jazz's pov

Ever since the horse race, I have really been trying to tolerate Sam but, in the back of my mind, I know there's something she's hiding, from all of us even Danny. Tucker took a liking to her, even mom.

No I am not jealous; I am a college student for crying out loud. She's a high school dropout. I know I sound like a judgmental pop, but im only looking out for Danny. A good physiologist has to have two different hats, a social life hat.

That would include family friends loved ones. And a professional hat, which would include patients that I treat. When I see Sam, I see her has a threat to my brother, and so I but on my professional hat, and try to run Sam off.

Danny is falling for this girl, very quick and very hard. Girls like her, a bad influence, and tend to be total users, and man eaters. I know a girl like her, will break my brother's heart, and that would be unbearable.

Danny deserves, so much better than her. There is something so off about, her it's like she's tangled up in so many different lies, and she can barely tell the difference herself. It's like she wrapped, herself in cemented blanket and builds an imperishable wall, to block in her secrets.

My brother doesn't need her he can do so much better on his own. But yet hear he is, falling for her, falling for the very girl he shouldn't even know. He following the girl straight to hell, and I wish I could stop it.

A week after mom came back, school was back in session. So I became a lot busier, and moved back on the dorms, tucker came and visited me almost every day. The days me and tuck couldn't visit, we would oovoo and Skype, or face time.

Things were getting harder, for my brother though something was eating him away inside, guilt I guess. His anger was getting really out of control. Mom called one night, in tears saying his eyes had flashed a "terrible green" right before, all the power in the house went out.

As much as I hate, to admit it I do have an Achilles heel, there is a dent in my armor and a flaw in my step, I do have kryptonite. It's Danny, is the only thing that makes me week, and vulnerable. His secret is one I will always, cherish, and keep. It doesn't mean it's easy.

For each excuse there's a lie, and for each lie there an excuse, then for each slip up there, and excuse and a lie. Then god help, you when you slip up on the eye and you need an excuse. Baring Danny's secret is like that. It's worth it, though because I can protect my brother.

Even though he doesn't need it, mom and dad will accept him, I know that, but if he doesn't believe in them the way I do, I will just have to wait until he does, he deserves at least that much. In fact he deserves so much more.

Naturally, when mom called, I told her a lie of course. Has much as I want to lie about it, Danny's secret is taking a toll on all of us. It's not the powers; it's the covering for him, the deception that kills me inside. But that aside, I told mom I would have a talk with him, and im no physic, but it didn't take one to figure out this wasn't going to turn out well.

Like I said he's on edge the slightest wrong comment, and he's just swear and walk off, making sure to throw over a few pieces of furniture, on his way out the door. Let's not forget the famous, Fenton door slam.

He needs to be sat down and talked to, we all know he is going through the works, but he has to have boundaries, and know how to follow them. He can't just go gallivanting around, ditching school and going into, uncouth rages.

That's a road that leads, to hell and I won't let him follow it. I'll do everything in my power to make sure he goes down a better path.


*flashback*

Jazz and Danny sit at a table at the nasty burger, Danny his dislodged, looking at his phone as jazz bites her lip calmly trying to decide, on the write words to approach this situation.

Jazz: I think we both know, why I asked you to meet me here today, right.

The eldest sister, started after sometime pondering on the write words. Danny just looked up from his phone for the first time, and glared at his sister. He opened his mouth speaking, using a condescending sarcastic tone.

Danny: no jazz, unlike you I don't know everything.

The young boy said making too sure, to add a glare at the end of his statement. He didn't want to be talked to; he wished for once his sister would have a normal conversation, Whether than a therapy session.

Jazz: look Danny, you really freaked mom out last night, turning the power off like that.

The aspirating physiologist, said to her younger sibling. She didn't mean to be bossy; in fact she hated being that way. It was in her nature though, it was her nature to help people, it was her nature to believe that she knew what was best for everyone. She really just wanted people to achieve their best.

Danny: you think I did that on purpose, I know I've been able to control my powers for a really long time now, but when im angry I just cant.

He said in an irate manor, his eyes flashing green, and he avoided eye contact with the girl before him. His eyes darted down to his phone, as both parties were silent for a moment.

Jazz: really, because there's a thing called self-control little brother.

The girl said a bit sarcastically, beginning to get annoyed and slightly lose her composure. She couldn't possibly understand why he was being so, defensive and rude. The little brother she knew would never act this way.

Danny: oh you're right jazz, you would totally understand, being bothered at random hours by ghost, who want you carcass six feet under. oh and how about new powers, you don't even know you have, but of course since you Danny phantom you'd understand all of that.

He said making sure his glare, was expertly placed into her eyes. No one would ever understand him, truly see through his eyes. No one ever could, he was okay with that, he wanted to be the hero because he knew no one else had the power to.

On the other hand jazz, had watched her brother spiral downward, since there father had become mayor, and he had his big growth spurt and, became one of the pops. She watched him, become more and more angry, and desperate to find someone who would truly care for him.

It killed her inside, she was afraid to look into his eyes, she was afraid of what she might see. She knew the light that was once there wasn't in his eyes; it was gone as he spiraled more and more into a whole.

Jazz: I never said I understood, im just simply saying, you can't go on acting like this, why are you so grumpy all the time.

She asked, in a begging almost pleading tone, she had to know why if nothing else, that way she could help him. She could tell him it was all going to be okay. She fidgeted nervously, while waiting for him to answer. He looked at her as if she had, grown a second head.

She almost started to shake, as she squirmed under his gaze. For a while he sat there in silence, as if to say she already knew. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a chain saw.

An awkward cough from jazz, sat the conversation back into motion, although it wasn't the response she wanted to hear.

Danny: mmm I wonder why, how about dad just up and ran for mayor, and didn't even ask us about what we thought. Or maybe the fact, that I liked where we lived, I liked when it was just us against the world. when I knew who really cared, and who was just in it for the dime. I miss the me, that would be loyal, I don't even know if I am the hero, any more I have a girl I love I miss us being a family. jazz dang it I just miss the way things, used to be with dad being the lovable goof he is, with you being the sweet open-minded person you are, mom wearing the pants in the family, I just miss the Fenton's jazz I miss us.

He confessed, jazz's eyes widened in realization, as she realized just how broken her brother was. She realized this was gonna take a lot more, than she could give him.

Jazz: Danny it will be alright, I just want you to get some therapy, and talk about your problems, if not to me then to someone.

Danny's eyes flashed green once more, as he proceeded to glower at jazz, just before he rallied up his comeback. He hated when she did that that, suggested things for his life. For once he wished that she'd realize that he was, more than she believed.

Danny: you always, have to change the subject when you know im right

He said, with a defiant look in his eyes, as far as he was concerned jazz just declared war. So he was gam and ready to play.

Jazz: Danny please can you at least think about the idea.

The college freshman tried to reason, but her brother was as stubborn as a mules butt, and he wouldn't budge. Just to humor the girl before he paused, for a moment as if thought, then straightened up in his seat, and gave the answer he had been planning all along.

Danny: no

He said with a smirk, succeeding successful, in annoying the female in front of him. She picked at her plate, and swallowed, some of the cold macaroni. The pair had been sitting in the restaurant, for about an hour.

Jazz was silently thinking, of what to say to persuade him or change his mind, without angering him further. Her mind was running blank, for a bit so the tension grew between them once more.

Danny slowly sipped on his dr. pepper as he diverted his gaze across, the room in a effort to escape the silence. Jazz continued, to pick at her food until, she could find something to say.

Jazz: Danny please try and be reasonable about this, you can't keep on being so angry all the time. I need you to try and work with me, it's either you talk to a therapist or you talk to me, or even tucker, but you have to talk to someone. It isn't healthy bottling all your pain up inside.

The young woman said hopping, to move the conversation along, and try to get him to be a bit more reasonable. Once again she found herself, sitting at the same table, she had been for far longer than the reasonable time one should be at a restaurant.

But there house was on the other side of town, naturally amity park being an extremely small town, the other side of town was a 15 minute drive, but she wanted to get him away from his normal path as she felt it might be good for him.

To clear the tension, Danny finally spoke. Of course jazz was slowly getting through to him, but he'd never admit that.

Danny: okay, I'm not saying I will, but if I were to talk to you about my "problems" as you call them, what would that look like.

Danny said silently, not daring to say more than he had just had, he hated to see that worried look on his sisters face, so in the spirit of doing the right thing, he agreed to endure a few "talking" moments with his big sister.

Jazz didn't know the reason he had, anything but agreed to open up to her, but she didn't care this was her chance, finally she could help him. The normally extremely attentive jazz, hardly noticed in her moment, of glee that she didn't even answer Danny's question.

He said, with a defiant look in his eyes, as far as he was concerned jazz just declared war. So he was gam and ready to play.

Jazz: Danny please can you at least think about the idea.

The college freshman tried to reason, but her brother was as stubborn as a mules butt, and he wouldn't budge. Just to humor the girl before he paused, for a moment as if thought, then straightened up in his seat, and gave the answer he had been planning all along.

Danny: no

He said with a smirk, succeeding successful, in annoying the female in front of him. She picked at her plate, and swallowed, some of the cold macaroni. The pair had been sitting in the restaurant, for about an hour.

Jazz was silently thinking, of what to say to persuade him or change his mind, without angering him further. Her mind was running blank, for a bit so the tension grew between them once more.

Danny slowly sipped on his dr. pepper as he diverted his gaze across, the room in a effort to escape the silence. Jazz continued, to pick at her food until, she could find something to say.

Jazz: Danny please try and be reasonable about this, you can't keep on being so angry all the time. I need you to try and work with me, it's either you talk to a therapist or you talk to me, or even tucker, but you have to talk to someone. It isn't healthy bottling all your pain up inside.

The young woman said hopping, to move the conversation along, and try to get him to be a bit more reasonable. Once again she found herself, sitting at the same table, she had been for far longer than the reasonable time one should be at a restaurant.

But there house was on the other side of town, naturally amity park being an extremely small town, the other side of town was a 15 minute drive, but she wanted to get him away from his normal path as she felt it might be good for him.

To clear the tension, Danny finally spoke. Of course jazz was slowly getting through to him, but he'd never admit that.

Danny: okay, I'm not saying I will, but if I were to talk to you about my "problems" as you call them, what would that look like.

Danny said silently, not daring to say more than he had just had, he hated to see that worried look on his sisters face, so in the spirit of doing the right thing, he agreed to endure a few "talking" moments with his big sister.

Jazz didn't know the reason he had, anything but agreed to open up to her, but she didn't care this was her chance, finally she could help him. The normally extremely attentive jazz, hardly noticed in her moment, of glee that she didn't even answer Danny's question.

Jazz: well it wouldn't be so different from a normal conversation; t's really not as bad as you think. I love you Danny, I only want what's best for you.

She said knowing she was finally getting somewhere, there was a smile placed upon her, face. She wanted to help him so bad.

Danny: no jazz, you want what you think is best for me.

He said sternly, but it was true she wanted what she thought was best for him, but what she thought was right in her mind. In her mind she could do no wrong. She was jazz, perfect princess, smart, imperishable jazz.

Jazz: I do know what's best for you, I know this isn't what you want to hear right now, but it's what you need to here. Sam is, not what you need, she's gonna hurt you.

The boy's mood quickly switched, too deadly as his eyes flashed red. A quiver of fear racked through his sister's body, as she watched his reaction.

Danny: shut up jazz, just shut up!

The boy screamed rising from the table, his hands banging on the table. Heads looked up from all around the small bistro, it was so quiet one could have heard a pin drop. All eyes were on the pair, but only jazz seemed to notice, Danny on the other hand didn't notice or perhaps didn't care.

A soft and silent tear streaked down jazz's paling face, as she watched her brother bang his hands on the table repetitively, all the while muttering curses. That's when jazz knew, right then and there, that she couldn't stop him from falling in love, because he already had. She let a few tears stream down her, face as she choked out her response

Jazz: oh Danny I love you so much, all this time I have been trying to stop her from stealing your heart, but she already committed her crime, she will break your Danny please listen to me, I have known you all your life, and you have known me all of mine, so please Danny please don't be her victim I know—

The woman begged, she tried even though she knew it was, beyond all hope. He had already fallen, but she begged. Only to watch her brother, get seemingly angrier.

Danny: stop jazz just stop (eyes flash green) I don't know what you have against her, but you better stop this right now, I'm in love her. and you will not convince me otherwise got it!

The young boy screamed, gathering his things, he was done with the discussion, he had it. he glared at her, as the tears continued to stream down her face, as his eyes glowed green. Normally he'd drop his defenses, and comfort his only sister, but right then he was just way to upset.

Jazz: Dan—

She started trying to reason, with her younger brother, he didn't want to hear it. in fact the young boy refused to, he flung his bag over his shoulder, and inched closer to her, rage clouded his eyes.

Danny: GOT IT

He screamed so loud, that both parties feared that he may end up releasing a ghostly wail. His hand came crashing down on the table on final time, as it snapped in half. Jazz just looked in shock, and Danny's eyes turned back to blue.

His breathe hitched in his throat, as he looked at what he had done. Once again the small bistro had gone quiet. Everyone was shaking with fear, as well as his sister. Danny said nothing he just stood there.

He forced himself, to show no emotion because he wasn't really sure which one to show. He was at a loss for words, so he just stood there, back pace slung over his shoulder, raven hair falling over his eyes, beads of sweet spilling from his forehead, he just stood there.

Jazz gently got up, and walked to where her brother was standing. The woman looked into his eyes, getting a good look at him. She spoke softly the brokenness evident in her voice.

Jazz: yes, yes I get it, not another word, goodbye Danny

The young woman said as she kissed him on the cheek, she too gathered her items, and laid the alluded money on the table, and she quietly left the restaurant, and the statue of her brother standing in it.

*end flashback*


Jazz's pov

You will never understand how hurt I was that day, hearing Danny utter those words, about how in love he was with her. I remember the tears flowing freely down my face, as I watched him in his fit of rage.

It was the first time; I really realized how much we had all changed, since dad became mayor. I really do wish, things were the way they used to be, all of us are so broken. Sam makes my brother happy, despite what I'd like to believe.

In truth, that is all a big sister could want, so after all long inner battle with myself that day I decided to call sam.


*flashback*

Jazz is in her dorm, sitting on her bed she pulls out her cell and dials Sam's number. The rings slowly reverbound in her ears, as she hears the sound of someone picking up. The voice doesn't answer however jazz, notices the breathing, and decides to speak the first words.

Jazz: hello

The girl spoke her voice, a bit nervous. This very conversation went against everything she stood for. She had to try, for the sake of her brother if nothing else. The other, girls recognized the voice of course, but she had to milk it.

She had this once in a lifetime one up on jazz, and she would milk it. Sam lay on her bed in the guest room, which had really become her bed. It had been a long time, since the girl could actually call a bed hers.

Sam: hi, who is this?

The Goth said, playing dumb as if she couldn't recognize the voice, of her boyfriend's sister. There was an awkward silence, as jazz finally worked up the courage, to tell the former girl, on the other line, the truth.

Jazz: jazz, don't hang up

She said, calmly but albeit a little stoically. Sam an off a chuckle as she set up on her bed, in amusement, wondering where this conversation could possible go. Where it would go would utterly shock her.

Sam: I wasn't going to, I figured either jazz wants to make a truce, or she was too lazy to drive here to insult me.

Sam stated, giving her usually sarcastic tone, not like jazz didn't deserve, for all the discrimination that she had been put through. Oh yeah Sam Manson was gonna milk it good.

Jazz: the first one

The college student remarked, with a nervous chuckle. Suddenly jazz was doing something she had never done before. She was revaluating her thoughts for Sam, just the fact that she didn't hear the click signaling, that she had hung up.

That was when she thought, maybe just maybe her brother's girlfriend had more to her, than it appeared to be. she was willing to find out, she needed to. Jazz got up and walked over, to computer station and sat there.

Sam: so a truce, why the sudden change of heart?

The girl asked quizzically, she knew very well that jazz, wasn't one to change her mind or revaluate, the situation. What she believed went, and that was that. So Sam wondered why, why after all these months, seemingly out of nowhere, the girl had called her, not to argue but to, talk.

This was something even a physic couldn't predict.

Jazz: yes my brother is in love with you, and-

Jazz started stated, her brothers feeling to the latter girl, right before she was interrupted, by said girl. Sam was in awe to say the least. She never could have imagined that anyone especially someone has great as Danny, (despite all his flaws) could fall in love with her.

Why hadn't she seen it, the look in his eyes? The young girl began to skim through her mind, searching for a hint that those words could be true. Even if they were how did she feel about it?

Sam: really are you serious, how you know.

She asked believed, that the girl on the other line wouldn't be above, spouting out a piece of fiction, for her own amusement. If she were to be telling the truth, how would she feel? Would she return the feelings, or…

Was there really another option, I mean he had saved her in more ways than one, he took care of her, he protected her (not that she really needed it). what was there not to love, the girl had never thought about the status of their relationship.

Of course she knew it was more than a tryst, I mean he revealed his secret to her, he put his neck on the line, time and time again for her. It was more than just a tryst, but was it love.

Jazz: I see it in his eyes, and he told me.

Jazz said, finally getting a peak of Sam's good side, she sounded sincere, but… it was jazz. How could she ensure the girl, who had hid her dislike for her as well as one would hide an elephant behind a wired fence?

Then again, she knew it was more than a tryst so what was it, could it be love. They called each other boyfriend and girlfriend, they spent practically all there time together. But she was Sam Manson, the girl who swore at the age, of 7 that she'd never fall in love.

Could it be, the somehow, out of the blue Danny Fenton had made her break her promise, could it be that she had fallen in love with him, and he with her.

Sam: are you kidding me, because I swear if you're kidding me-

The young Jewish girl, began she felt no need to further, the point was across clear. Sam's thoughts couldn't get her thoughts off of love. The love that she might have found with Danny.

That love that deep deep deep down despite all her protest, and naysaying's, the love that she wanted to find all along. If it was true, then she'd be ecstatic, she decided as a smile slipped over her lips.

Jazz let out a chuckle, as she changed the conversation. She thought it best to leave the matter alone, it wasn't her place. If Danny hadn't have told her yet then there was still hope for their relationship to fail.

Jazz: (chuckles) so listen, I was thinking they were doing a midnight summers dream by shakesphere here at apu, so I was wondering did you want to come, and see it with me.

Jazz offered thinking that, the two hanging out in a public scene would be best. She just hoped the latter like shakesphere, and didn't ruin for her.

Sam: classic, that's actually my favorite one by him.

Sam said knowing this reveal would rip the pants off of jazz, all the while making her eat crow. She figured jazz had her pegged, as a low class thief, well in jazz's defense that is what she had been when they met, but still.

Sam loved shakesphere she always, had she loved to read more than anything, and when she read she picked the most gruesome and graphic books, in the world, and thus shakesphere was at the top of her list.

Jazz: whoa you're into shakesphere

Jazz said with a gasp, she was completely shocked that someone likes her liked shakesphere. Jazz just sat on her, college cot in awe. All this time, she'd believed Sam was nothing more than a low class street rat, but there was another side.

For the first time in her life, there was a possibility she could have had someone pegged wrong.

Sam: yeah his stuff is pretty raunchy, I like it.

The Goth said with an evil smile that graced her lips like it belonged there. It wasn't a secret that the young Jew had a while side. She made no attempt to hide it, but there was so much more to her than that.

There was a whole another side, that most didn't even bother to see. after all of it, after his time she convinced herself she knew exactly who Sam was, she never really bothered to see.

Jazz: well I like the deep use of literature, but us both liking shakesphere is a start.

The red headed woman said, not really knowing what else to say, and realizing for the first time that they were actually getting along. It was like you could feel the ground shaking, the frogs raining from the sky, it was like the apocalypse.

Sam and jazz were actually getting along…

Sam: I'll agree with that

The Goth said, actually telling the truth, even she realized as much as she wanted to protest, and hold a grudge she couldn't deny it, jazz wasn't so bad. Could it be that all this time, they had both been looking at each other through the wrong angle.

Could it be that all this time, they were unessicary enemies. when they could have avoided all of it, if only they had have eased up a bit on their pride. But even with all this new information, still thoughts of loved flowed through Sam's head.

The more she thought, about it the more she tried to deny it, but she couldn't. you can't run from love, it was true she had fallen in love with Danny Fenton, and she hoped beyond all hope that it could be true.

Jazz: so what kind of music do you like?

Jazz said trying to keep the conversation going, she needed to know what else she had pegged wrong, but still she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Sam, was lying about something.

Sam: punk rock, metal, country

Those were the answers jazz, was expected for the first time since the conversation began, she had felt as if things were back to normal… the normal that had become normal since the Fenton's entered politics.

She felt as if Sam was the Sam girl she always thought she was, jazz hated being wrong. In her mind she never was.

Jazz: I like classical

Jazz said stating the other girl's assumption of her. She just seemed like the type. Sam rolled her eyes, and gave a fake yawn, really milking thins conversation.

Sam: like benitoven

Sam offered mispronouncing the dead musicians' name. that was one thing about jazz, she didn't know how to let loose. Tucker was kind of helping with that, but then again jazz will be jazz.

Jazz: it's Beethoven

The elder girl said, making sure Sam wouldn't mispronounce one of her, favorite artists names. The guy was a classic for Christ sake that was next to blasphemy for jazz.

Sam: it's so unimportant I forgot the name, any way who gives a rats butt about some old dead guy, that your problem you're to stick up the crack between the cheeks.

Sam said being honest, jazz really didn't know what she was missing. All her life she wanted to be a mother figure to Danny, even though she was only two years older. She wanted nothing more than, to be of help to everyone.

To be an example for even the adults in her life, to help people. So she sacrificed a lot. She sacrificed her normal life, she sacrificed normal classes. To help it was all worth it, because one day she would be a physiologist, and be able to help people.

She never knew what she was missing, the fun teens her age had. She was slowly learning to have; fun but it would take time.

Jazz: what's that mean?

The girl asked shocked, she didn't understand shed heard the phrase before but didn't see how it fitted her in the slightest.

Sam: its means, you don't take risk.

Sam stated bluntly, wondering what the latter's response would be, but it was the truth. If she would be aloud maybe on day the pair would get to the place, where she could show her how to embrace, her inner wild child.

They both knew deep down that that was another if another thing to hop for. It was just another fairy tale.

Jazz: well it depends on how, you look at the word risk.

Sam said with her smirk still applied on her face oh yeah a few more snarky remarks and jazz would be eating crow in a sea of confusion. Sam didn't get it, how could someone so smart, no nothing about life.

Sam: that's just what a stick up the butt, would say.

Sam stated with an evil chuckle, as jazz glared at her phone, as if Sam could see her. Jazz was silent for a moment, not really know what to say make to that, but for some odd reason she didn't hang up.

Jazz: okay Einstein, what's your definition of it?

The elder girl taunted, turning the conversation a full 180, but Sam was a bit too smart. Sam was ready for the sudden flip. She knew what say, Sam knew every inch of this conversation.

Sam: here's a quote that I live by "the brave may not live long but the cautious do not live at all"

Sam said surprising jazz, which was next to impossible jazz Fenton was the ultimate studier of the human mind. No one ever surprised her. Yet Sam Manson had, she seemed to be breaking all the rules. Yet though there was still something off about her.

Jazz: said by some "rock god" right.

Jazz said with a knowing chuckle, trying to show up Sam, to prove that she did have her pegged right. Too bad Sam surprised her once again.

Sam: princess diaries actually, but a kickin quote is a kickin quote, and tell anyone I've seen that movie, and let's just say you'll wake up one morning, and wonder why you're in the ghost zone.

Sam said with a chuckle although the statement held some truth. Jazz begin to let the quote slowly sink in as she decided it best for the conversation to take a turn, in a different direction.

Jazz: enough said, how did you end up here?

Jazz said, out of curiosity, she may have had pegged wrong but jazz could spot a lie a million milled away, even on a phone. This way she'd have her answer, was Sam lying or not. It seemed as if everything rode on this, information.

Sam: in Amity Park well I just-

She started full well, knowing that she was referring to the fact that she was a homeless thief. That was something she hadn't even told Danny, there was no way, she was gonna tell jazz the truth.

Little options were in play, of course there it was the moment of truth, of course she could just flat out lie, but then again jazz was a physiology major, she couldn't tell the truth either, so where did that leave her.

Jazz: you know what I mean!

Jazz spoke her voice turning slightly annoyed, she knew Sam was playing dumb and she needed to know the truth. Jazz decided to lay down the law, and try and get the truth in the open.

Sam: when you've been through so much, it's just (pulls out candy wrapper) were breaking up…

The was the best she could do, pull out a candy wrapper, and pray to god jazz would have a stupid moment. That maybe just maybe, fate when somehow ease up on her this once, just this once, Sam could get away with it.

Jazz: Sam I know that's a bag of chips (hang up tone) darn it Sam

The girl screamed, but atlas it was too late, the latter had already hung up.

*flashback ends*


Jazz's pov

When Sam hung up, I knew she was hiding something. I knew there's just something. that's she's keeping. There were things about her that just didn't add up, like the way she know how to eat all the rich food, and how to act around rich people, when she wants to.

I had to know, what she was hiding, because Danny loves her, and I can't change that so in order for the truce to work, I had to get this feeling out of my head. so I got out my laptop and typed in Google "Sam Manson"


a/n: wow I feel like such a jerk I haven't updated in forever, I feel so bad I will probably update. the price for Danny then this so expect and update soon but idk how soon I love you guys sorry for the wait.