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99. Solitude

It wasn’t difficult for Danny to admit that there were very few things left in life that truly surprised him. Between being half ghost and turning himself into some sort of amateur superhero, there wasn’t much left to faze him. True, the day that he’d gotten his acceptance to the University of Michigan in the mail had been a red letter day he hadn’t expected, and when Sam and Tucker had confessed that they’d applied everywhere he had so the three of them could stick together he’d felt a brief moment of shock before love and gratitude overtook it.

Hell, he’d even paused a moment when Mr. Lancer had asked the biology teacher out on a date, but he’d certainly taken the time to be nauseous when the two had been caught making out in one of the stairwells.

However, when he dropped through the ceiling of his dorm room two years, three months and eleven says after starting college and miraculously managing to get Tucker as his roommate, Danny stopped dead in his tracks. Call it shock, call it surprise, hell! Call it anything, Danny could admit to it as he saw his best friend and roommate, apparently undressed, and in bed with someone.

Danny didn’t even think twice once the initial shock had jolted through him and the inexplicable numbness had begun to wear off. He headed straight back up and, with a slightly hysterical laugh, turned to the right, counted the second star on the left, and flew straight on to Sam’s house. Her shower was running as he slipped into her bedroom as quietly as he had the dorm room, but he barely paid it any mind, even the water shut off and, moments later, Sam stepped through the bathroom door in a billow of steamy air as she wrapped her towel around her.

She shrieked. He barely blinked.

“What are you doing here?” she managed to get out as she instinctively held the towel that much tighter around her. Perplexity hit Sam then as she realized that he really shouldn’t be there. “Don’t you have a late class tonight?”

Danny shook his head as he blinked. “Cancelled. Professor has appendicitis. So I went home,” he added, his voice desperate and plaintiff.

“Oh,” Sam said. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Danny asked, eyes shifting to meet hers. “’Oh’ would be dropping your food in your lap. ‘Oh’ would be toilet paper stuck to your shoe. This is not ‘oh’ material!”

She gave him a faint grin. “Well, sort of it is.”

Danny grimaced a little. “You knew.” She nodded and Danny shook his head. “I walked in on him, Sam. He’s in bed with—”

“Dana,” Sam inserted before Danny began assuming really wrong things.

“Dana?” The exclamation was halfway expected, and Sam hitched her towel up before crossing the room in her apartment to sit on her bed next to him.

“Dana,” she confirmed. “His parent’s were very forward thinking. His middle name is Ashley,” she offered, “if it makes you feel any better.”

“Actually, it only makes me wonder about his parents’ generation.”

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99. Solitude

It wasn’t difficult for Danny to admit that there were very few things left in life that truly surprised him. Between being half ghost and turning himself into some sort of amateur superhero, there wasn’t much left to faze him. True, the day that he’d gotten his acceptance to the University of Michigan in the mail had been a red letter day he hadn’t expected, and when Sam and Tucker had confessed that they’d applied everywhere he had so the three of them could stick together he’d felt a brief moment of shock before love and gratitude overtook it.

Hell, he’d even paused a moment when Mr. Lancer had asked the biology teacher out on a date, but he’d certainly taken the time to be nauseous when the two had been caught making out in one of the stairwells.

However, when he dropped through the ceiling of his dorm room two years, three months and eleven says after starting college and miraculously managing to get Tucker as his roommate, Danny stopped dead in his tracks. Call it shock, call it surprise, hell! Call it anything, Danny could admit to it as he saw his best friend and roommate, apparently undressed, and in bed with someone.

Danny didn’t even think twice once the initial shock had jolted through him and the inexplicable numbness had begun to wear off. He headed straight back up and, with a slightly hysterical laugh, turned to the right, counted the second star on the left, and flew straight on to Sam’s house. Her shower was running as he slipped into her bedroom as quietly as he had the dorm room, but he barely paid it any mind, even the water shut off and, moments later, Sam stepped through the bathroom door in a billow of steamy air as she wrapped her towel around her.

She shrieked. He barely blinked.

“What are you doing here?” she managed to get out as she instinctively held the towel that much tighter around her. Perplexity hit Sam then as she realized that he really shouldn’t be there. “Don’t you have a late class tonight?”

Danny shook his head as he blinked. “Cancelled. Professor has appendicitis. So I went home,” he added, his voice desperate and plaintiff.

“Oh,” Sam said. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Danny asked, eyes shifting to meet hers. “’Oh’ would be dropping your food in your lap. ‘Oh’ would be toilet paper stuck to your shoe. This is not ‘oh’ material!”

She gave him a faint grin. “Well, sort of it is.”

Danny grimaced a little. “You knew.” She nodded and Danny shook his head. “I walked in on him, Sam. He’s in bed with—”

“Dana,” Sam inserted before Danny began assuming really wrong things.

“Dana?” The exclamation was halfway expected, and Sam hitched her towel up before crossing the room in her apartment to sit on her bed next to him.

“Dana,” she confirmed. “His parent’s were very forward thinking. His middle name is Ashley,” she offered, “if it makes you feel any better.”

“Actually, it only makes me wonder about his parents’ generation.”