Pompeii: Chapter 2 (This is my most viewed fic on AO3)

Pompeii

Summary: There’s something very wrong with Pompeii and it isn’t just accurate predictions.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who

Notes: I know it took a long time to update, but I post blurbs once a week on my blog so if you really wanted to keep up with it you could read it there. Keroseneandgin WordPress.

Part XII – Twelve

He wasn’t quite sure how Rose Tyler ended up in this previous self’s TARDIS. He knew for fact what happened between them and what happened to Donna and obviously Rose looked way too young to have been in the time line where he had seen her again after Bad Wolf Bay. So, of course, he needed answers.

How could Rose possibly have been in Pompeii if not with his younger self and Donna? And how could she not even recognize his younger self? That was the most intriguing part of this. Because he knew how he was in his pin striped form and he would have never brought Donna to a place where another of his incarnations would have been. He swore he’d never do that again since Rose tried to bring about the end of the world in the late ’80s.

Of course he had later on when he had gone quite mad in his most recent form. Which led to quite a few interesting occurrences. The most interesting of which had been with River Song. He sighed at that thought. River Song had been a brilliant woman and she always knew what would happen next. He had been so lost without her for so many years after her death. He had been lost without Rose too.

He followed them from a distance, keeping to the shadows and watching as his younger self and Donna tried to talk to Rose. Of course, he had royally cocked that up and sent Rose running off into the middle of the night again, but they had to fix this somehow didn’t they? After all, he was still here and he could still remember Rose standing on that beach looking beautiful and his hearts aching when she kissed his clone.

That was one of the hardest things he had done. Giving Rose Tyler up to, well, himself on that beach so long ago. But without a doubt in his mind he knew even now she was happy. Or at least she would be as soon as he figured out how to get her out of Pompeii before they all died.

Part XIII – The Beach

Rose searched frantically for where The Doctor had parked his TARDIS earlier that day, but it was so dark she couldn’t see anything. She searched the pockets of her jacket to try and find a torch but to no avail. When it got too dark to see her hands in front of her face she turned around.

By now she knew her Doctor would be searching for her in the city and would undoubtedly be angry she had been gone so long. Especially considering the tremors from the volcano she had been feeling throughout the day.

The people of Pompeii were terrified in those few moments but seemed oblivious to the tremors afterword. As if someone had been reassuring them nothing bad would come of it. She knew it would only get worse. Until the people of Pompeii all died. Unable to be saved, even for The Doctor.

“Doctor?” she called out in the semi-lit streets of the bazaar. A few people stared at her. It was getting late and she knew she would have to find somewhere to stay soon if she wanted to get some rest. And since she couldn’t find her Doctor’s TARDIS the only other place she could think to stay was where she had met Donna and…she swallowed hard at the thought…The Doctor.

She couldn’t remember the way back to the house she had escaped the wrong TARDIS at, much to her dismay. So she wandered around for awhile, calling out to The Doctor (hoping at least one of them would show up) until her voice was hoarse and she was very nearly at the end of her rope.

She sobbed softly and sank to the ground next to an unfamiliar house behind some wooden crates. That’s when she heard it. People screaming, running through the streets and loud trembling footsteps. It sounded like a giant. Was volcano day happening already?

She stood to her feet quickly as the footsteps grew closer. She could barely make out the voices as she came from behind the crates to see what the commotion was. She didn’t even have time to process the situation when someone grabbed her hand, lacing fingers with hers and whispered loudly, “Run“.

And she did.

Part XIV – “Run”

He remembered doing this with her once before. Not quite with the same hand, but at least on the very same side of him. He lost that hand after his regeneration fighting the sycorax. It had been his favorite hand then, but this hand was becoming a very favorite of his now.

She held onto him tightly but didn’t even glance at him once. She kept her eyes trained forward so she wouldn’t trip and fall over the various obstacles in their way. He hoped that in every regeneration he had her hand would still fit perfectly in his.

The “monster” behind them, which was actually an “alien” called a Pyrovile was gaining on them. He heard Donna shout next to him, threatening to murder him in cold blood once they were finally safe again. He smiled, glancing over at her and then back at his Rose. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy.

Rose was smiling and laughing in-between breaths as they ran, the creature still gaining. He had almost forgotten how much she loved the dangerous bits of being with him. He felt his hearts warm and he smiled widely as they rounded the corner, creature crashing behind them.

“Get down!” He heard Quintus shout, throwing a bucket of water over their heads and onto the creature. It screamed and fell to the ground with a loud thump.

“Guess you can kill me then, Donna,” The Doctor said with a laugh, turning to his red headed companion only to realize she wasn’t there.

“Donna?” He asked, searching around frantically and tugging Rose along with him, not willing to let go of his pink and yellow human.

How long had she been missing?

Part XV – He Loves a Red Head, Our Doctor

“What the–” The red headed companion, Donna practically shrieked when Amy forced her into the “lair” of The Sisterhood. Amy bit her lip and stared at Donna. This was another one of his companions, another red headed companion. She wasn’t really sure how she felt about this. The Doctor didn’t talk about his past very much, but she found herself more than just a little jealous. And when was he going to tell her that his last self was so bloody hot? Especially for an older man. Well, not that much older than she was now…or he didn’t look that much older anyhow. She smirked to herself and licked her lips.

“Who the heck are you lot?” the red head asked, hands on her hips, bringing Amy’s attention away from the extremely attractive Doctor and back to reality, “If you think you can just kidnap me and not explain what the bloody hell is going on…” she continued, voice rising with every word. Amy sucked in a breath and grabbed her by the arm before anyone else could react and hauled her away from the watchful eyes of her sisters.

“Play along, okay?” Amy whispered harshly, trying to remain in character as much as possible, “I know about The Doctor.” Donna pulled away from her quickly and rolled her eyes.

“Of course you lot do,” she said, “I saw what your new seer did in that house, predicting the return of Rose. Givin’ him hope, then things go all pear shaped.”

“Rose?” Amy whispered, trying desperately to keep her voice down. Donna met her eyes and pursed her lips, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Rose,” she responded in a sassy tone, “you seers should already know about her, though. If any of you lot are worth anythin’.” Amy swallowed, and glanced at the other women in The Sisterhood. The rest of them seemed to understand, but she stood there, uncertain. She didn’t want them finding out she didn’t exactly belong, but this Donna was seriously getting close to blowing her cover. She needed to ask The Doctor about her and soon because she was not about to inhale those vapors and turn any more of herself into stone.

Part XVI – Rose Water

“Amy?” Rory answered before unceremoniously being flung to the ground of the TARDIS as The Doctor fiddled with something on the console. He let out a noise somewhere between a yelp and a frustrated yell as The Doctor shouted his apologies in the background.

“I need to talk to The Doctor,” Amy hissed immediately, voice barely above a whisper. Rory sighed.

“What no, ‘how are you doing Rory?’ or ‘I miss you’ or–” Amy growled.

“It’s an emergency, but I love you stupid face, now let me talk to The Doctor!” Rory smirked a little at the phone then before shouting to The Doctor that Amy was on the phone.

“Busy!” He shouted back, rushing around the console and checking the monitor.

“Amy says NOW ,” Rory said, using his best intimidation voice and tapping his foot impatiently. The Doctor glanced up from the console almost immediately and flipped a few levers before grabbing the phone from Rory.

“Hello, Pond,” The Doctor said brightly. Rory could hear slightly louder whisper-yelling coming from the phone as his wife admonished The Doctor for trying to put her off. He smirked and so did The Doctor as Amy very nearly tore him a new one.

Amy got quiet again, and Rory couldn’t quite hear what she was saying, but he watched curiously. The Doctor’s smirk faded, his eyes got glassy and his face paled. Rory had only seen him like that a handful of times and he could feel his heart rate speed up. Amy was in trouble, he knew it. Amy was in trouble and they couldn’t even land the TARDIS to help her.

When The Doctor finally spoke again, after a long moment of tortured silence, Rory was sweating.

“Rose…” He whispered, moving his mouth as if it couldn’t quite fit around the word. Rory raised his eyebrows, of all the things he expected The Doctor to say, he wasn’t quite expecting that.

“Sh-she was…” He watched The Doctor swallow hard and heard Amy demand he speak quicker from the receiver. He swallowed again, moving the phone to his other ear and trying very hard not to meet Rory’s gaze.

“Rose was…a friend…she was like you and Rory she uh, she traveled with me a long time ago.” The Doctor paused as Amy asked something else.

“Donna…” he said softly, eyes glassy, “she traveled with me too.” Amy demanded he tell her why Rose was so important. He turned his back to Rory then, voice soft as he answered.

“She’s Rose,” he responded sounding almost heartbroken, “my Rose.”

Part XVII – I Wont Leave Her

“I don’t mean to alarm you, Doc,” Jack began, walking close behind him on the beach away from where they had parked the TARDIS, “but we’re running out of time, that volcano is going to blow tomorrow morning and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. We have mere hours to find Rose, figure out what’s wrong with the TARDIS and get out of here.”

“You don’t think I know that?” He asked grumpily, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, “The TARDIS wont budge and I can’t find Rose without her. We all might very well die here.” He turned and locked eyes with Jack in the darkness then.

“I know,” Jack said, acceptance in his tone.

“Good,” The Doctor replied solemnly, “because I wont leave her.” Jack smiled sadly at his statement and nodded even though The Doctor had already turned away from him.

“I wont either, Doc,” Jack whispered.

Part XVIII – Water Pistol

“Nobody here but us girls,” The Doctor said, looking pointedly at her and Donna to let her know now was the time to escape while he was distracting them. She watched him for a few more moments, not quite sure what happened to make him change, but knowing now wasn’t the time to question it. She grabbed Donna’s wrist then and tried to sneak out of the room, but one of the sisterhood caught her other hand.

She tried to yank it away, turning over her shoulder, ready to fight the woman off. But when she turned, the look on the woman’s face stopped her. She swallowed, letting go of Donna and staring at the woman’s sad expression.

“Rose Tyler,” she whispered softly before letting her eyes flick up to a very annoyed look on Donna’s face. The Doctor was still talking to the sisterhood, keeping their attention while she and Donna stood still, uncertain of what to do now they had been found out.

“Don’t you want to know how I know your name?” the woman whispered, same sad look on her face. She shook her head and let out a quiet breathy laugh.

“I’ve seen what you lot can do, thanks,” Rose said, finally freeing her hand from the woman’s tight grasp. This time the woman laughed softly.

“No,” She said, peeling back her shawl and showing them that she barely turned to stone, “I don’t have-” she made air quotes and Donna and Rose exchanged confused glances-“the sight.”

“Then how are you here?” She asked, gesturing at the sisterhood, “with them?” The woman sighed and shook her head, glancing back over at where things had begun to go a little pear shaped for The Doctor. The sisterhood was getting tired of his antics and it looked like something bad was about to happen.

“Later,” The woman said, fitting herself between Donna and Rose, “now we run.” She grabbed both their hands and they ran out of the room, sparing one last glance back at The Doctor, who defeated that creepy priestess with a water pistol.

She and Donna both laughed in awe, eyes meeting as they exclaimed, “I bloody love him!”

Part XIX – Nine

“Okay,” Rose said breathlessly when they stopped running just outside of the city where it met the beach, “tell us who you are.” Amy stared at the two women, lowering her hood and opening her mouth to speak just as the ground rumbled beneath them. The three women flailed a bit, nearly losing their balance.

When the tremor had passed, Amy opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by another voice with a heavy Northern accent.

“Rose?” The voice asked, almost shocked. Rose turned towards the voice, breaking out into a huge grin, her tongue stuck between her teeth. Amy and Donna turned, narrowing their eyes at a man dressed in a letter jacket over a jumper followed closely by a very attractive looking man in a trench coat.

“Oh, Rose,” the man said, moving faster toward their group, arms stretched towards her. Donna spoke first.

“Oi!” She said loudly, effectively stopping the man in his tracks, “and just who do you think you are?” She stepped in front of Rose protectively and ignored her noise of protest. Amy smirked.

“Who are you?” The man answered back, so much sass in his tone Amy couldn’t stop her smirk from growing wider.

“I asked you first big ears,” Donna retorted, hands on his hips. The man behind him sniggered, earning a glare from the man in leather.

“Oh, big ears,” the man said sarcastically, gesturing wildly around him, “Haven’t heard that one before, your wit astounds me.” Donna snorted.

“Tell me,” Donna said, gesturing to the man’s ears, “can you fly with those things?” This time Rose giggled from behind Donna, trying hard to muffle the sound.

The man opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the man behind him in the trench coat.

“As much as I’m enjoying this,” he said, stepping forward and taking Donna’s hand, “We don’t have time for a sass off,” he brought Donna’s knuckles to his lips, “Jack Harkness,” he said smoothly with a handsome grin.

“Oh stop it,” the other man said, exasperated. Donna grinned at him, ignoring the other man’s annoyed glare.

“Donna Noble,” she responded.

“That is a very lovely name, Donna Noble,” Jack said, wrinkling his nose a bit and staring down at her wrist before releasing her hand, “A bit out of the ordinary for Pompeii…” he trailed off, staring at her other arm as if he was looking for something.

“Doctor…” He said, voice tinged with worry. Amy glanced around then, looking for the man who she saw moments ago with the water pistol, but he wasn’t there.

“I know, Jack,” the man in leather responded, gazing at Donna with a neutral expression on his face. Amy’s eyes widened in realization just as her cell phone buzzed loudly against her hip.

to be continued

Shifting: A JONAS tag fanfiction

Okay. So because I love writing random oneshots every three seconds, I’m writing this. It’s a tag to Chasing the Dream. I’m really only taking one scene and expanding on it.

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“But what if I’m not good enough?” She asked, worry playing across her features. Kevin scoffed inwardly. As if she’d ever be bad at anything.

“Don’t sweat it,” he said, smiling at her, “we’ll meet tomorrow and I’ll give you a couple pointers before we record.” Macy squealed and nothing could’ve prepared him for what happened next.

“Thank you, thank you!” She screamed, flying into his arms and knocking him into the floor. Kevin grunted, hitting the floor at high speed. Now he understood why she played football. She was wonderful at tackling.

“Oh,” she said, looking down at him with concern on her face, “I’m sorry…” she trailed off and Kevin swallowed. He could feel her breath hitting his face and her hair brushed against his cheek.

“No…” he said, a little dazed, “it’s okay.” He stared at her, heart pounding. She shifted on top of him slightly, putting her hands on his chest so she could push herself up slightly. He swallowed. Her movement was making this position a little…

“Kev…” she said, shifting again.

“Y-yeah?” He asked, his voice a little high pitched. If she moved one more time he was going to lose it.

“Can you let go of me?” She asked.

“Huh?” He asked, noticing for the first time that his arms were fastened tightly around her waist. “Oh!” He said, releasing her, “oh, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” Macy said, smirking at him and trying to push herself up off the floor. A second later she slipped and fell back down on top of him.

“I am so sorry!” She said, freaking out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m…” she trailed off, eyes locking with his. Kevin swore his heart skipped a beat.

“It’s okay,” he responded in a whisper. Even though it wasn’t really okay. It was less than okay. He didn’t think he could take much more of her moving.

“I’m just gonna…” she trailed off, and he frowned. He didn’t want her to go, but he didn’t want her to keep shifting nervously either. Not to mention, people were starting to give them some pretty crazy looks.

Macy shifted again and Kevin tilted his head back, wincing when he cracked it against the floor.

“Are you okay?” She asked, more shifting.

“God, Macy,” Kevin said, “if you’re not gonna get up, can you at least stop moving around?” Macy swallowed and bit her lip.

“Am I hurting you?” She whispered. Kevin wondered why that sounded more seductive than he thought she meant it to sound.

“Something like that,” he responded. It would hurt if she kept moving and his tight pants got even tighter. So it was kind of like she was hurting him.

“I don’t know if I can get up…” she said, trying to hold still. She failed, shifting again. Kevin gasped, cracking his head against the floor again. God, he wished she’d stop. It was so distracting and he took a deep breath, trying to get his mind to wander elsewhere. He didn’t want to focus on the girl pressed against him.

“Try rolling off?” He suggested. Anything to get her off of him. This position was so uncomfortable. He might have to get Stella to loosen his pants a little. Especially if he was going to have more run-ins with Macy like this one.

“Okay,” she said, starting to roll to the side, only to be stopped by a crowd of students walking passed. “Oh god. I almost got trampled,” she said, rolling back on top of him. Kevin groaned. Did God hate him? Was that it? Is that why a very cute, athletic brunette with a football helmet on was currently laying on top of him? She shifted again.

“Macy!” He said, head hitting the floor again. She was going to end up giving him a concussion. He already couldn’t think right…now she wants to move all around and…straddle his waist?

“Sorry about this,” she said, straddling his waist, practically sitting on his stomach, “I’m gonna just stand up now.” Kevin didn’t say anything, he was too busy trying not to think,oh god she’s straddling my waist…over and over. By the way, it wasn’t working. Macy lingered for a few seconds longer. He wished she’d stand up. Oh god he wished she’d stand up. There were people around them. He had a reputation. And there was a girl straddling his waist in the middle of a school hallway. That just screamed scandal. He could see the camera phones whipping out now.

Almost sensing his aggravation, she struggled to her feet and Kevin looked up at her.Finally.

“It was nice laying here on the floor with you, Kev,” Macy said.

“Yeah,” he responded, sitting up and grabbing what she had previously knocked from his hands to the floor. It was real nice. He scrambled to his feet, and looked up and down the hall frantically. Why did this kind of stuff always happen to him?

“Well…” she said, flashing him a nervous smile, “thanks. See you tomorrow.” Kevin groaned inwardly. Tomorrow? He hoped she didn’t jump on him again tomorrow.

“Cool,” he said, voice breaking. She made him nervous and awkward and tingly…and…he swallowed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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Won’t You: An Ouran High School Host Club Oneshot

Dont freak out about the fact that I’m writing something other than a Disney fic just yet. This is my half of a trade on DeviantART. It’s very poorly written, but I got this idea like from reading the character bios on Wiki. They’re so OOC. I’m sorry DDD:.

Won’t You

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He had come to know what true love was. Over the years of knowing her, the young woman that had stumbled upon his host club, his family by some fated accident. In her presence, he always knew what true love was.

She, however, was reluctant, apathetic, closed-off. He wasn’t sure how he would get to her, to show her that the secret feelings had had been harboring for her were indeed, real. At first, he was confused about them. He thought, initially, that it was a kind of fatherly love. A kind of, protecting love.

He never, not in his wildest dreams, thought they would become something so complex and beautiful. He wanted her to know. He wanted to tell her of this undying, irrevocable love. She had every right to know of his feelings.

He spoke her name softly and she looked up at him from where she was arranging something on a tray. He wondered, absently, if right now could be the appropriate time to discuss such matters with her. He figured it was now or never. His passion would not allow him to wait any longer.

“Yes?” She asked, her voice sounding somewhat strained as she looked back down at the tray. He sighed, watching her arrange some decorations amongst the tea that she had been preparing.

“Can,” he began, his voice somewhat strained, “can I ask you something?” He asked, unsure of how this whole ordeal would turn out, but he would never know unless he tried. She stopped what she was going, hearing some seriousness to his tone, and she stared up at him.

She wondered, absently, if she could get away with a sarcastic, “you just did” this time. She decided that she wouldn’t chance it. Besides, he had been so generous to her. She rolled her eyes inwardly.

“Sure,” she responded, meeting his gaze. She saw some unknown emotion flicker through his eyes and she bit her lip. She didn’t know why she did it, but something about the emotion in that moment startled her. Did her heart always beat so fast with him around?

Tamaki’s eyes shifted from her eyes to her lips for a split second. It was so fast, he was certain she didn’t catch him admiring their beauty.

“Sure is quiet around here today,” he said suddenly, looking around for the other members of the Host Club. They were off in the distance, possibly sensing the heat of this moment and casting last-minute bets.

“Yeah,” she responded, tapping her foot impatiently. Did he know she didn’t have time for his usual games? President or no president, father or no father, he was immature and annoying and…she trailed off, lips parting slightly as his gaze captured hers once more.

He watched in wonder as a slight blush formed across her cheeks. Unable to help himself, his lips curled into a smile.

“The color in your cheeks looks nice,” he commented, watching in amusement as they darkened from a light pink to a rosy red.

“You had something to ask me,” she said, forcing her voice to remain emotionless and willing the blush to fade away. She didn’t think either attempt worked.

“Maybe I could just…” he said, leaning down closer to her. Haruhi’s heart thundered and she took a step back, knocking the tray of tea she had just prepared from the table onto the floor. She cried out and jumped at the noise.

She turned down to look at the mess she had made, trying to calm her erratic heart beat. When had so much changed between them? And why hadn’t she noticed it until now?

“I’m sorry!” she blurted, getting down on her knees to clean it up. He shook his head, grabbing her by her arm and pulling her back into her standing position.

“Would you let me finish?” He practically growled. Haruhi swallowed and nodded, had she seen this side of him before? So demanding and…seductive.

“Yes,” she practically squeaked out. What was it about this moment right here that was making her apathetic facade fail? Could it be…she trailed off on that thought. Watching in fear as Tamaki moved his face closer to hers, his hands holding onto her upper arms tight as if to keep her from running away this time.

“Haruhi,” he whispered, his eyes locking with hers. She stopped breathing, her brain losing all ability to function intelligently. When was he able to do this to her? Had he always made her so vulnerable?

She repeated his name back to him, eyes never leaving his. It was like she was hypnotized in the moment, waiting for the kiss she knew was coming. It was inevitable at this point. And she wanted nothing more than for him to claim her lips. To crush the air from her lungs, professing his undying, unwavering, unselfish love for her in one simple gesture.

Her eyes begged for him to do it, to close the distance between them. To show her the question he wanted to ask. To show her the feelings he had been hiding. He wanted to, he wanted to so bad.

Across the room, the rest of the Host Club watched in wonder, waiting for this perfect moment to come to pass. After all, they wanted to know who would win the bet.

“I…” he said, choking up, “I love you,” he told her, eyes glittering. A second later he released her, a smile forming on his lips, a barking laugh escaping his mouth. He couldn’t believe he had finally said it. He repeated himself, watching her eyes go wide. He said it again, resting his hands on her shoulders.

The room went silent, waiting for her response. She stood before him, eyes unreadable, mouth shut tight into a thin line. On the outside, she looked emotionless or shocked or…but on the inside her heart was soaring, her mind was coming up with the words to say.

When no words would come, she saw his smile falter. She had to think fast. She wanted so much to say those three little words back to him. She wanted nothing more. But, her mouth wouldn’t oblige to her request. The best she could do was relax her lips.

His hands slid from her shoulders, down her arms and to her hands. He gripped them lightly. She stared at him, her eyes shining with tears. She was afraid. Afraid she wouldn’t be able to say it. To tell him all these things she felt.

Maybe I love you wasn’t enough. Maybe…her thoughts trailed off. She inched forward a little, watching his expression as she tilted her head to the side and ever-slowly pressed her lips against his. Since when did he get so bold emotionally?

His heart soared. He released her hands and wound his arms around her waist, pulling her body into his. She wound her fingers through his hair, body aching for him to pull her closer.

Their lips moved against each other’s wildly. Years of pent up tension, denied feelings, hidden passion rising to the surface in one perfect moment.

“I love you too,” she responded when she pulled away to take a breath and he smiled down at her. Then he captured her lips again.

Secret Admirer: Chapter 2 (Why did I even write this)

Secret Admirer

Disclaimer:I don’t own JONAS.

Author’s Notes:Well, here’s the second chapter finally :). Hope you guys like it.

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Macy poked her head around the corner of the wall that her locker was on. She was hoping to catch her secret admirer in the act, but with her luck the hallway was practically empty. Well, other than the students loitering around them who were avoiding going to their next class right away for whatever reason. She sighed, coming around the corner and making her way to her locker. She did the combination and opened it, watching as another note fluttered from the door to fall at her feet. She couldn’t help but smile as she bent down and picked it up and read it over before putting it in her pocket.

Then she exchanged the books and equipment she had for different ones and slammed her locker shut. And with that same goofy smile on her face, she made her way down the hallway to her next class. It was just her luck, again, however, when she ran into another member of JONAS while coming around the same corner where she had been spying on her locker. She was so surprised, she dropped her bowling ball on his foot.

Nick Lucas, the youngest of the members of JONAS winced and cried out on pain. Macy was trying to concentrate on breathing, feeling the familiar sensation of panic and obsession.

“I’m so sorry!” She blurted, bending down to pick up the ball, only to hit her head against his as he bent down at the same time to help her. Nick straightened up then, staring down at Macy as she scrambled to pick up the bowling ball and one of the books she dropped. As he watched he noticed that there was a piece of green paper sticking out of her back pocket. He smiled softly, waiting for her to get to her feet.

“What’s in your back pocket?” He asked. Macy blushed.

“It’s nothing,” she said, still trying to concentrate on her breathing.

“You can tell me,” he told her, flashing her a smile. Macy’s heart thundered in her chest and she felt like-

Nick almost gasped when he saw her start to fall backwards. Thinking quickly, he reached out and grabbed her before she could hurt herself. However, the bowing ball she was holding, did manage to fall on his foot. Again. At such a great time. Nick watched, annoyed with himself as the shock of having a bowling ball dropped on his foot made him let go of Macy, dropping her on the floor. Which was exactly what he didn’t want to happen.

“What happened?” Stella asked as she walked up to him upon seeing her best friend laid out on the floor. Nick glanced up at her with a “are you seriously asking me that” look on his face.

“You’re right,” Stella said, “stupid question.”

“Let’s just get her to the nurse,” Nick said, stepping back so that he could grab Macy’s feet and watching as Stella grabbed her arms. “On three?” Nick asked. Stella nodded. “One, two…”

“Wait,” Stella said. Nick stopped counting and looked at her.

“What?” He asked.

“Aren’t you strong enough to lift her by yourself?” Stella asked.

“Yeah…” Nick said and Stella let go of Macy’s arms, putting a hand on her hip, “It’d be easier if you help me.”

“Someone needs to get her stuff out of the middle of the hallway,” Stella explained, “That’d still be considered helping.”

“Okay,” Nick said, feeling stupid for not having noticed that before, “Get her stuff and I’ll carry her.”

“Okay,” Stella said, picking up the stuff Macy had dropped in the hallway while Nick picked her up, holding her in his arms princess-style. He had to smile again, staring down at the girl he held in his arms. She looked so cute when she was passed out it was almost unreal. “What’re you smiling about?” Stella asked, snapping him out of his admiration of the cute brunette he held in his arms.

“I just remembered something funny,” he said, starting to walk in the direction of the nurse’s office. Stella arched an eyebrow at him before bending down to pick up the folded over green note and opening it. She noticed it was another note from Macy’s secret admirer. It wasn’t totally an invasion of privacy if she was trying to be a good friend, right?

After all, she wanted to know just as bad as Macy did. And that handwriting did look really familiar.

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Ending Notes:Yay. A moment with Nick! =). EDIT: Fixed the random “up her” and calling Nick, Joe. Thanks thiscoffeeshop and solitaire42 for pointing that out!

Secret Admirer: A JONAS fanfiction

Secret Admirer

Disclaimer:I don’t own JONAS, but I always say that :P.

Summary:JONAS; Macy’s got a secret admirer. Macy x Her secret admirer (one of the Lucas brothers).

Author’s Notes:You guys are going to have to wait to find out who is putting notes in her locker. It’s one of the members of JONAS. Hope you like it :).

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Macy Misa skipped up to her locker where her best friend Stella was waiting for her. Stella watched as she did the combination, opening the door, and even when a note fell out and into the floor at her best friend’s feet. Macy watched it flutter to the floor before she bent down and picked it up, opening it and reading what it said.

“It’s a poem,” she said to Stella, looking up from the letter.

“Let me see,” She said, holding out her hand to receive the poem, “who is it from?” Macy handed the poem to Stella.

“At the bottom it says “your secret admirer”,” Macy said, before continuing dreamily, hands over her heart, “I’ve never had a secret admirer before…Who do you think it is?” Stella was quiet for a long time, reading over the poem.

“I’m not…sure,” she said, handing the note back to Macy.

“Do you think it’s Brad?” Macy asked, excitedly, “Or Micheal? Or Dillon? Or Andrew? Or-” she gasped, “One of the members of JONAS?” Stella stared at her.

“Just said I didn’t know,” Stella said, “Guess we’ll have to wait and see if you get another poem.” Macy stared at her best friend for a few moments, eyes narrowing.

“Was it you, Stell?” Macy asked. Stella laughed.

“I’m flattered you think I’d pull a prank like this, but no, it wasn’t me.” Macy’s eyes narrowed more.

“Okay then,” she said after a few seconds, “I believe you.” She shut her locker and turned to walk down the hall to the gym, carrying her fencing supplies. Stella walked after her, wincing when she saw Joe cross her path and Macy ran right into him, falling onto the floor. Well, it was better than her whacking him with her foil. That would’ve hurt.

“Whoa there,” Joe said, “You alright?” Macy looked up at him and promptly forgot to breathe. She started making high pitched squealy noises and Joe clenched his jaw. Stella laughed nervously.

“Breathe, Macy,” she reminded her best friend, “Joe is a person just like you and me.” Macy took a deep breath and held it. “After you take a breath you exhale, Macy,” Stella said. Macy exhaled and took another breath.

“Can I help you up?” Joe asked once she seemed stable, offering her his hand. Macy squealed.

“Joe of JONAS is helping me up,” she said with a giggle, grabbing his hand and letting him pull her to her feet. It was all down hill from there.

Once Macy was finally on her feet, she noticed how dangerously close her whole body was to Joe. She swallowed, staring at where her hands were on his chest, with his over hers and then she looked up at him, face flushed. It didn’t look like she was breathing anymore either. She bit her bottom lip and stared into his eyes shyly, Joe stared back, feeling something change between them. Stella cleared her throat, snapping them both out if it. They jumped apart and laughed nervously.

“Well, that was awkward…” Joe muttered, “Nice seeing you Macy, Stella.” With that, he walked off to find his brothers. Macy turned and stared at Stella with wide eyes.

“What if Joe put that poem in my locker?” She asked in an excited whisper.

“I doubt it,” Stella said, “Joe isn’t the type to do that.”

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Ending Notes:Who is her admirer? The world may never know. I’ll update Fly With Me tomorrow if the mood strikes, I kind of like the idea of ending it where it is…but… :).

Fly With Me: A JONAS fanfiction (3 chapters for the price of one)

Fly With Me

Disclaimer:Don’t own JONAS and no, this isn’t a song fic.

Summary:JONAS; Nick dedicates a song to someone special. Nick x Macy

Author’s Notes:What amuses me about this, is that my favorite Macy pairing is with Kevin. I really should write one of those.

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i.

Nick looked out at the audience of mostly females that were crowded into the concert hall and opened his mouth to speak.

“This next song,” he said into the microphone, “goes out to a special girl.” The audience cheered, excited by the prospect that any one of the girls in that room could be the “special girl”, Nick was dedicating a song to. The other Lucas brothers exchanged glances before shrugging and letting the youngest of the three dedicate this song to whomever he wished. Even if it was unplanned and totally unexpected.

Nick took a deep breath and started to play the piano, a short time after, the drums joined in.

“This song is called Fly With Me,” he announced, swallowing and taking another deep breath before he started to sing. Every girl in the audience cheered.

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“What was that dedication about, man?” Joe asked, backstage after the show. Nick shrugged.

“It’s what rock stars do,” he said, “it wasn’t really for anyone special.” Yeah, that was a lie. Joe arched his eyebrow at his younger brother.

“C’mon, Nick,” Joe said, “I think I know you better than that-You don’t dedicate a song to anyone unless you mean it.” Nick shrugged.

“Sometimes people surprise you,” Nick responded, slipping into the bathroom of the dressing room the three of them shared to be alone. The truth was, he really did mean that dedication. His brother was right, he never dedicated a song unless he absolutely meant it. But, he was kind of embarrassed about telling his brothers, Stella, or even the special girl he had dedicated the song to the truth.

However, he knew it was only a matter of time before they found out.

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Ending Notes:This is kind of a JONAS/Jonas Brothers crossover thing going on here. I’m trying to keep the characters in character, but I’m also keeping in mind what the Jonas Brothers are like in real life. I think I might bring their two personalities together. Maybe. Anyways, I’m trying my hand in a chapter fic. Hopefully I finish it, I’m usually much better at oneshots.

Please review! Oh, and I’m looking for a beta :).


ii.

She wasn’t always special. At first, she was annoying, and a health hazard. But over the time that she had known them, she had gotten better about how she acted around them. And Despite the injuries she used to cause, Nick found himself sometimes missing the superfan turned close friend of the band. Sometimes he thought it was cute the way she pined over them, other times he was just hurt by it. Literally.

He didn’t know for sure when she had started to become someone special to him. He guessed it had been a long time coming, which was strange since he was used to rushing into things like this.

“What was that dedication about last night, Nick?” Stella asked, a smile on her face. Nick sighed, Stella was a hopeless romantic, no way was she going to leave him alone until she knew.

“No one,” he lied, “I was just trying to spice up the concert.” Stella stared at him in disbelief.

“Nick,” she began, “I’ve known you almost your whole life. You don’t have to be embarrassed, just tell me who she is.” Nick stared at her for a long time, weighing the pros and cons of telling Stella that he was interested in her best friend. After a long second, Nick merely shrugged his shoulders. Stella growled in frustration.

“Do I know her, at least?” Stella asked. Nick shrugged again. He wasn’t going to give her a yes or a no answer. That was too easy for her to guess. “I’ll be taking that as a yes.” Stella looked up and down the hallway, contemplating.

“What if it was a no?” Nick asked, eyebrows raised. Stella turned back to him and snorted.

“Oh, it’s so a yes now,” she said, “who is she?” Nick muttered something under his breath and dropped his head, sighing. Stella had caught him. He had no idea how he was going to get out of this. He might have to tell her the truth. He looked back up, staring down the hallway, looking for a way out of this situation.

Then he saw her, she was walking down the hallway towards them. It was like she was moving in slow motion. Kind of like a scene from one of those old movies. How when the guy saw the girl he loved he would see her engulfed in light, hear the angels singing and see her walking in slow motion towards him. This was totally an old movie moment.

“What are you looking at?” Stella asked, turning around to look at Macy who was almost right next to her, and then back at Nick. Nick chewed on his bottom lip as Stella stared at him questioningly.

“Great concert last night,” Macy said with a smile. Nick’s breathing hitched and Stella smiled knowingly.

“You two talk,” she said, “I just remembered that I need to see Joe about a fashion emergency.” Nick watched her walk off, humming the song he had dedicated to Macy just last night.

“Thanks,” Nick said, trying to maintain is calm demeanor in the face of this teen crisis.

“Sooo,” Macy said, “Everyone has been talking about that dedication you made, “Is she anyone I know?” Nick swallowed hard and flashed her an awkward smile.

“Depends on who you know,” Nick said. He could’ve kicked himself for knowing that. She was so going to find out it was him. Macy stared at him for a long minute.

“Well,” she said, “I know you and I know your brothers and I know Ste-oh my gosh, is it Stella?” If there had been any liquid in his mouth, he would’ve done a spit take.

“Of coursenot,” he said. Again, he could’ve kicked himself. It was obvious as to who he had dedicated it to now. Why didn’t he just tell her in the first place?

“Well, I don’t really know anyone else…” She said, growling silent. Nick found himself wishing for her to realize the girl he had dedicated it to was her.

“Oh,” he said, “you know her.” Macy looked at him, confused.

“Oh,” she said, “it it Penny? Or one of the girls I’m on a team with?” Nick found himself enjoying this game.

“It’s not Penny,” he said, “And she might be on a team with you, technically speaking.” Macy’s forehead crinkled.

“So,” she began, “It’s not Penny, but I know her, technically speaking. How well do I know her?”

“Pretty well, I’d say,” he informed her, trying not to smile so he wouldn’t give her any more of a hint then he’d already given her. Macy was quiet for a long moment, staring up at Nick.

“Is it…me?” She asked in a whisper and he moved closer to her. Leaning down the whisper “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” in her ear. The old Macy would’ve fainted, but the new Macy stood there and blushed. Nick chuckled and grabbed her by the hand.

“You want to hear me sing it again?” He asked, staring deep into her eyes, “Just for you?”

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Ending Notes:I know, I know. It ends all abruptly and whatnot. There’s going to be another chapter, don’t worry. And I don’t know why all of this is bolded. It wouldn’t unbold.

Review please 🙂 And I’m still looking for a beta.


iii.

Nick took her out to the atrium, the same place where he had first sang “Give Love a Try” to Penny. For a second, he wished there was somewhere more special he could take her, somewhere more private where the concert would be just the two of them and no one watching. But he brushed that thought off, telling himself that the specialness of this moment wouldn’t be where he was with her, but the fact that he was with her period.

“Okay,” Nick said, grabbing his keyboard from his back pack and plugging it in. Macy stared at him, in awe of what was happening. “It wont be as musical as last night,” he told her, “just the bare necessities.” She nodded, swallowing. He began to play the opening, watching her eyes glitter with excitement.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered before taking a deep breath and beginning to sing.

If time was still

The sun would never never find us

We could light up

The sky tonight

I would see the world through your eyes

Leave it all behind

Macy’s heart was pounding, her eyes kept flickering between Nick’s eyes, lips, and hands. He just watched her, lips curling into a rare smile. He was just as much in awe of her as she was of him sitting across from her, playing the piano and singing her the song he had dedicated to her the previous night in front of thousands.

If it’s you and me forever

If it’s you and me right now

That’d be alright

Be alright

We’ll chase the stars to lose our shadow

Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine

So won’t you fly with me

A small crowd had started to form outside of the glass, curious as to what was going on between them. His brothers Joe and Kevin were at the front, faces practically pressed to the glass, trying to get a better look. Stella stood to the side, examining her nails, pretending like she knew it all along.

Oh yeah

Gonna fly with me now

Now the past

Can come alive

And give it meaning

And a reason

To give all I can

To believe once again

He wanted to kiss her so bad right now, in front of all the people that were watching them, but he held back. He wanted to finish the song. Macy was finding it hard to breathe, a goofy smile plastered on her face. This moment was so perfect.

If it’s you and me forever

If it’s you and me right now

That’d be alright

Be alright

We’ll chase the stars to lose our shadow

Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine

So won’t you fly with me

Maybe you were just afraid

Knowing you were miles away

From the place where you needed to be

And that’s right here with me

Kevin and Joe glanced at each other, finally realizing who the dedication had been for. They would’ve never guessed in a million years that it would be Macy.

It’s you and me forever

You and me right now

That’d be alright

We’ll chase the stars to lose our shadow

Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine

So won’t you fly with me

Macy had her hands pressed to her cheeks, feeling ecstatic and nervous and bashful all that once. She thought she might faint. She hoped she wouldn’t.

If it’s you and me forever

If it’s you and me right now

I’d be alright

Be alright

We’ll chase the stars to lose our shadow

Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine

So won’t you fly

Fly

Fly with me

There was silence when the song ended. The only sound was from Nick setting his keyboard down. Then the two of them stared at each other for a long minute. The whole crowd was watching now, waiting for what they would do next, holding their breath. Even Stella was watching now, eyes wide in anticipation. The suspense was almost too much for her.

“Just kiss her already!” Joe and Stella shouted together, the crowd of people behind them murmured in agreement.

“Did you like the song?” Nick asked, ignoring his brother, Stella, and the crowd. Macy smiled, standing up from where she had been sitting and throwing her arms around his neck and mashing her lips against his. Nick forgot to breathe for a moment, literally feeling as if he was flying, and then he started to kiss her back. The crowd erupted into cheers.

“Does that answer your question?” Macy asked in a whisper when she pulled back slightly. Nick smiled, capturing her lips again in a silent, “yes”.

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Ending Notes:So that’s it :). I don’t like songfics at all, but I figured I might as well have the lyrics in here since he was singing to her and all.

Review please :)!

Shocker: An Unfabulous Fanfiction

Shocker

Chapter One: A Pointless Beginning

Disclaimer: I do not own Unfabulous, Nickelodeon does.

Summary: They grow up so fast. It’s Freshman year and now they’re on the bottom again. GinaxZach and AddiexJake.

Author’s Notes: I was honestly hoping that it wouldn’t have to come to this, truthfully. I don’t like writing fanfiction, but it is so incredibly sad that there’s only one fanfic in the Unfabulous section. Does no one watch this show? I thought it was really great. So here goes, it’s been a long time since I lowered myself to this, but yeah.

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I stared at Jake with my mouth open wide in shock. Did he just ask me what I thought he did? I stared at the item that he held between his thumb and forefinger with wide eyes. He waved it in front of me as some sort of sick reminder. I was eighteen! I had my whole life ahead of me and here he is, my boyfriend of five years asking me this. I guess I should’ve expected it to happen eventually, but not…wait a second, it would seem that I’ve gotten ahead of myself. Let me go back to how this all started and I’ll explain everything.

Believe it or not, this all started four years ago when Gina, Zach, Jake and I all became freshman in high school. We were all on the bottom again, but such is life. You have to start somewhere and right then we were all starting over again in an unfamiliar school and and we were all a little freaked out. But before I get ahead of myself once more, why don’t I just start the story on the first day back to school? That seems simple enough.

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I yawned, propping my face up on my elbow. Morning announcements in high school were boring. At least back in middle school they were on the TV, in high school they just made them over an intercom and it was hard to pay attention to anything they were saying. Or it was this first morning when all I wanted was to get out of home room and meet up with my boyfriend by my new high school locker.

Being on bottom again didn’t really bother me. I was fourteen now, instead of the twelve I had been last time. I had grown up a lot since way back then and I knew how to avoid getting dumped into a trashcan by those neerdowell seniors that crowded the upper classman hallways.

It felt like it took forever for the bell to ring. It didn’t matter that homeroom was only like fifteen minutes long, it was forever in teen years. I could practically feel my life wasting away while the announcements kept going on and on and on.

I looked around the room, trying to pass the time and get to know my surroundings. The first day of school always seemed so surreal to me, like it was a dream. Like my surroundings could disappear in and instant and I guess somehow throughout the year they do. Everything in the room was subject to change, especially the thirty students that surrounded me. Throughout this year they would change so-oh look, the bell. You see? It waits until I’m perfectly content in my thoughts about change and dreams to interrupt me.

I gathered my things and made my way out of homeroom quickly, nearly flattening my new teacher Mr. Jackson. That wasn’t a very good thing, considering I’d have to see him later on today to be bored for the eighth and final time while I sat through his Spanish class. There is one good thing about Mr. Jackson’s Spanish class though; all four of us had it together.

I walked quickly down the hall towards the locker I had just been assigned this morning. When I got there, Jake was waiting for me. Gina and Zach had been assigned lockers on another hallway. Fortunately, Jake and I were practically next door neighbors. Unfortunately, The only time I would get to see Gina and Zach was in class.

When I stopped by my locker Jake smiled down at me, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

“How was homeroom?” He asked, pulling away.

“Boring.”

“I see,” he said with a smirk.

“So not funny, Jake,” I responded.

“You’re so cute when you’re bored,” he replied, laughing to himself at some joke I had failed to find funny in any sort of way.

“I have to get to my next class,” I said, checking the time on my cell phone.

“Let me walk you,” Jake said. I raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t want you to be late-” I started, but he cut me off.

“English, Addie,” Jake said, “With Mrs. Daniello. We have it together, remember?”

“Right,” I responded. High school was so complex.

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Notes: This chapter is gawdawful. I’ll understand if you don’t finish it. Seriously, I will. I just know that eventually it’s going to get better. I try not to beef up my chapters with irrelevant crap like other fanfiction authors do, but this whole chapter is basically a waste of space other than the fact that it provides a little bit of a backstory.


Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I do not own Unfabulous, Nickelodeon does.

Summary: They grow up so fast. It’s Freshman year and now they’re on the bottom again. GinaxZach and AddiexJake.

Author’s Notes: Everyone begged for me to update this, so here you go guys, another chapter.

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The rest of our classes that day seemed to drag on forever, our teachers handed out syllabuses and explained the classroom rules. I only had one class with both Gina and Zach and one class with Jake. For the rest of my classes, I was alone and it was kind of boring. There was no one to pass notes with and no one to give weird looks to when the teacher said something questionable. So for my last few classes I had been eerily quiet.

“How was your first day of high school, honey?” my mother asked when I walked through the door. I sighed and dropped my bookbag from my shoulder and onto the floor. She gave me a questioning look.

“It was fine,” I informed her, “a little boring, though.” I moved through the kitchen towards the refrigerator and opened the door, feeling cool air rush over my skin. I searched the shelves for something to snack on and eventually decided on an apple juice box and a vanilla pudding.

“Why was it boring?” My mother asked, still trying to press for more details from school. I sighed again and shrugged a little.

“I only have two classes with any of my friends in them. So for the rest of the time I actually have to pay attention.” My mother laughed a little bit.

“That’s what school is about, Addie,” she said, “it’s about paying attention and making new friends.” I shrugged a little and opened my pudding, walking over to the other side of the kitchen to grab a spoon.

“I guess so,” I said, “I mean, it wont be so bad. We all have lunch together.”

“Good,” my mother said, “look on the bright side.” I smiled a little.

“Thanks mom,” I responded, taking a bite of my pudding before setting it down on the counter and going back to my bookbag.

“You’re welcome,” my mother said, watching me pick up the bag and carry it to the kitchen table before depositing it in one of the chairs. She stared at me for a second, a sort of questioning look on her face, “you have any homework?” she asked.

“Not much,” I responded, “but Jake, Gina and Zach are all gonna come over to do what little homework we do have.”

“Alright then,” my mom responded, “let me go ahead and get out of your way then.” I smiled thankfully at her. My mom always knew when she was no longer, well…welcome somewhere.

“Thanks mom,” I said, walking back to the counter and grabbing my pudding and my apple juice. She smiled at me a little before walking upstairs.

“I’ve got to get some work done anyways,” she said.

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Well, that’s all for now. I’m not really good at writing any kind of fanfiction.

Masters of Time: A Danny Phantom AU fanfiction

Masters of Time – Parody

Summary: What would happen to Sam and Tucker without Danny being born? Danny does back to the past and finds out.
Disclaimer: Don’t own DP, BH does. I do own writing, but not idea. Get used to it X.x.


Changing the past had to be the stupidest thing her had ever done. Of course it had saved Sam and Tucker, but it had destroyed him, his sister and his parent’s relationship. He felt terrible.

Then an awkward thought struck him. What happened to Sam and Tucker? He remembered that he had met Sam first and Tucker came along later, but…Tucker would’ve never known Sam if Danny hadn’t introduced them. Would they have become friends without him though?

He turned and flew toward Tucker’s house. When he got there he looked in through the window of Tucker’s room. It was empty. He blinked and phased through the wall. The room was filled with dust and boxes.

A little shocked, Danny phased through the door of the room. The house looked the same. It still had the pictures up on the wall of Tucker’s parents and him too, but why was his room empty? And why was Tucker so young in all of the pictures? They used to have pictures of him older hung along the walls, but now the oldest he got was around eleven or twelve.

Danny floated down the stairs and saw Tucker’s mother sitting at the table flipping through an old family album and drying her tears.

“You were so young,” she whispered as a sob escaped her lips, “I’m sorry Tucker…” Danny’s eyes grew wide in realization. Tucker had…died? His heart started to feel like it was being torn apart. His best friend was gone? That’s how his life turned out?

Danny looked down at the album as Tucker’s mother’s sobs got louder.

“If only I had been paying more attention…if only I had seen that car coming…” Tucker’s mom sobbed into the table. A few tears fell from Danny’s eyes too before he decided he couldn’t take it anymore and turned to go to Sam’s house.

As he neared the house he saw Sam out front. He sighed with relief, at least she was alive. But as he got closer he realized something. She was wearing…bright colors? He winced at her attire and floated closer.

She appeared to be on the phone. Her voice sounded weird too. She started talking about latest fashions and all that crap. Danny’s stomach lurched. Sam was popular? This was definitely a creepy alternate reality.

“Oh, did you hear about that kid a couple years ago?” She asked, “Yeah, him, the one that like got into that crash or something…what was his name?”

“I don’t know…Foley or something like that, served him right though, he was such a pervert,” the voice on the other side said. Danny growled.

“I know,” Sam said, “you are like so right Star.” Danny growled again before turning away and flying towards Casper High School.

He couldn’t stand having people talk that way about his friend, even if his other friend was dissing him. He would rater take a look around the school anyways. He had wondered how Lancer turned out without Jazz, his star pupil.

Danny phased through the side of the school and looked around the hallways. They were absent of ghosts and that made Danny a little happier.

“At least something good happened,” he commented. Then he heard someone sobbing down the hall. He turned and went towards the noise.

Then he saw her, Paulina, dressed in all black.

“This just gets weirder and weirder,” Danny commented in a barely audible whisper. Sam was popular, Paulina was a Goth. He assumed that nothing else had changed, but as Lancer walked out of his class room he proved Danny completely and utterly wrong.

The older man looked in terrible shape as he walked towards Paulina. She looked up at him, tears still in her eyes.

“Out,” he said, pointing towards the door. Lancer seemed to be more bitter than usual. Maybe it was because without Jazz the academic scores plummeted. He winced at Lancer as he turned back towards his office, going in and shutting the door harshly. Danny followed him.

On the inside of the office, news paper clippings about academic scores littered the walls and Danny couldn’t help but laugh. Lancer was even more of a nut than he used to be.

He heard the chair squeak as Lancer leaned back in it and placed his feet on his desk.

“Why couldn’t I have just one intelligent student?” He asked aloud, “instead of this school full of nitwits.” Danny just watched him silently.

He guessed that he had changed too much and now he had to fix it. He phased through the remaining parts of the school and exited.

He was heading for Wisconsin now, to try and use his mother’s ghost portal and fix all the things he had ruined; including the lives of his enemies.

The Blue Ring: A Danny Phantom Oneshot

The Blue Ring

Summary: Danny finally confesses to Sam. A kind of parody from the episode “Flirting with Danger.” ONESHOT. DxS

Disclaimer: Don’t own DP, BH does. I do own writing. Get used to it X.x.


It was a cold winter’s night and Sam was walking the streets alone. She had a fight with her mother about what she was wearing a few hours earlier so she didn’t want to go home just yet.

In her eyes her mother had no right to tell her what to do, she was almost eighteen and she wasn’t going to put up with her constant bickering anymore. If her grandmother could accept her then why couldn’t her parents?

She stared at the building in front of her. It was the Fenton’s house the only place she would ever really feel at home. She hadn’t realized that’s where she was walking to, but talking to Danny wouldn’t hurt.

She checked her watch and it read six in the evening. She decided it would be fine for her to visit…it wasn’t too early, but it was late enough for her to be able to visit without any of those pesky questions.

XXX

Upstairs in his room Danny paced the floor nervously.

“Sam,” he said into his mirror, “I’ve been waiting for a long time to tell you this…I um…I…” Danny struggled to get out as a blush covered his cheeks.

“You what?” Sam asked, pushing open the door. Danny’s eyes widened, had she been listening the whole time?

“How long have you—” Danny started, but was interrupted by Sam finishing his sentence, “Standing here?” She asked, running her fingers through her hair, and receiving a nod from Danny, “Long enough to hear you mess up on whatever you’re trying to tell me.”

Danny sighed with relief.

“What was that exactly?” She asked, noticing something glittering on the floor. She entered the room slowly and shut the door behind her.

“What was what?” Danny asked, trying to play dumb as Sam crouched down and picked up a small blue ring from the floor.

“What you wanted to tell me,” she said, inspecting the ring. Danny laughed nervously and began to sweat slightly from his forehead when he noticed what ring that was.

“N-nothing,” he managed, walking across the room and trying to take the ring from her.

“Oh no you don’t,” Sam said playfully, turning from him and holding in up into the light, “It has my name inside of it…did you get this for me?” Danny froze.

“Uh…no…it belongs to my…um…” Danny tried to say, but Sam stopped him.

“Don’t lie to me Danny,” Sam said, walking past him to sit on his bed, “Why would you buy me something like this?”

“Well, uh, because…” Danny said stumbling over his words, “I-it’s…a promise ring…yeah,” he was gaining more confidence, “a promise ring.”

“What kind of promise?” Sam asked slipping the ring on her left ring finger and holding her hand up to examine how it looked.

Danny kicked the floor slightly with his shoe, stirring up a little bit of dust. The room fell into silence as Danny stood there shyly and Sam examined the ring on her finger.

“Well?” Sam asked, letting her hand fall down next to her side. Danny looked at her with an emotion she had never seen in his eyes before. He came closer to her.

“Sammy, we’re almost eighteen and I just…I wanted you to know that if you…can’t,” he paused to regain his composure before blurting out “I love you.”

Sam gasped and stood up to hug him, but he surprised her with a kiss.

“I love you too Danny Fenton,” she whispered from the warmth of his embrace, “but I have one question…”

“What’s that?” Danny asked, pulling back from her and holding her at arms length.

“What the hell took you so long?”

Danny smirked and pulled Sam close to him once more, planting a kiss upon her lips.

“I don’t know Sam,” Danny said, resting his chin on the top of her head. Sam smiled against his chest, listening to his heart beat in time with hers.

A promise of love was made on a cold winter’s night. A promise made with a blue ring and sealed with a kiss.


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Beautiful Moon: A Danny Phantom Oneshot

Beautiful Moon

Summary: Danny and Sam in the park after hours. ONESHOT DxS

Disclaimer: Don’t own DP, BH does. I do own the writing/writing style.


The moon shone brightly over Amity Park as a pair of teenagers made their way across the street. Their breathing was labored as if they had been running for awhile. Their hands were clasped together as they fled into the trees of the park in the town square. It was a full moon.

There was a clearing surrounding a rock and a small pond towards the west side of the park. The two teenagers entered it, stopping. The male bent down and held his knees, trying to catch his breath. The female would have laughed if she hadn’t been so tired herself.

“Why are we here?” The female asked, kicking off her bat slippers while walking over to the large boulder and sitting on it. Surprisingly the boulder was so close to the water she could dip her feet in it.

“Full moon,” the male said lamely.

“Is that all?” The girl asked, her feet making splashing sounds in the water. The boy watched her, his eyes traveling from her feet and up her legs only stopping where her very short purple night gown covered from her thighs up.

“No, there’s more.” The girl looked at him quizzically.

“What more?” She asked, her eyes taking him in. She noticed that he was dressed in his normal clothing consisting of blue jeans and a white shirt with a red oval on it.

She began to wonder why he had taken the time to get dressed while he didn’t even give her the time to get her robe on. Then she realized, he must sleep in his boxers. A light blush came to her cheeks and she giggled slightly earning her a look from the boy.

Sure she had seen him with his pants down tons of times. She was his best friend and he did go through that whole ‘ghost powers making it hard to keep his pants up’ thing. So she guessed almost everyone had seen his boxers, but this time it was different. She didn’t understand why.

“Well,” the boy said, tapping his lip, “there was something I wanted to tell you.” The girl’s blush got deeper as if she knew what his confession was, but she still played dumb.

“Why isn’t Tucker here too? Don’t you want him to know?” The boy blushed and kicked the ground with his foot.

“This is something I wanted just you to know.” She stared at him expectantly, but nothing came. She guessed he have frozen up.

“Danny?” She asked. Danny looked up at her and smiled slightly. She could see tears forming in his eyes and she got off the rock, rushing to him, “What is it?”

“Nothing, I’m sorry Sammy,” he said sweetly. A blushed formed on her cheeks again. Sammy? Now that was cute. He blushed this time too, reaching his hand out to cup her face. Her heart beat accelerated and he pulled her against him.

When did Danny get so good at this?

Before she could bonder her question more, their lips met and it sent her spinning. She had kissed Danny before, but those were fake-out make-outs although they did seem real to them sometimes, but this was more real than ever. He was actually kissing her!

She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair.

Then just as soon as it had begun it was all over. He pulled back from her and pressed his forehead against hers.

“I think I’m in love with you Sammy,” Danny said. Sam’s heart almost gave out at those words. She had actually heard him say it. All those years of coming second to Paulina were finally over, she was Danny’s one and only.

She brought her lips up to his, kissing him just as he had kissed her.

“I think I love you too,” She whispered against his lips, not willing to pull back.

No one is to know if love truly exists, but tonight it did as they held each other tightly the beautiful moon reflected in the water next to them.


I know I’m not celebrated for my DxS, but I’m having fun XDD.