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Danny had a cast on his wrist. His parents and Jazz had been immensely relieved to find out he was okay when he got home, and coming up with an explanation as to why he looked like he'd taken a tumble down a cliff was easy with how trashed the town was. ("I was downtown--got hit with some of the rubble, but I'm okay.") They got him to the hospital, got his wrist in a cast, and took him home, tucking him in and babying him for a bit, before leaving him with Jazz and heading out to clean up the city--sending the remaining ghosts back into the ghost zone.

From their calls back home he and Jazz found out all the portals were clearing up.

Good.

Peace and quiet was a rare commodity indeed.

Before he could relax, however, he desperately needed a shower. He had to take a bath instead because of the cast, with his right arm in a plastic bag and rubber bands on it, to keep it dry. That was annoying.

He would've gotten into his pjs and gone to take another nap, but the bar had other plans.

As such, a lightly bruised teenage boy with wet hair, and wearing naught but a towel and a plastic-bagged, rubber-banded cast walked into the bar, still brushing his teeth distractedly with his good hand.

He blinked his eyes open. When he realized he wasn't in his hallway, he stopped brushing and went scarlet, turning to the door as it snapped shut behind him.

"I sfpill gav to sfpit!" he said to the door around a mouth full of toothpaste mange, his toothbrush still being juggled in his hand as he made sure the towel was secure so no one could see his rear. He tried to open the door and when it wouldn't, he kicked it, then started hopping because he'd hurt his toe. "No fwair!"

But of course this sort of thing would happen to him, considering his pants went clear and fell down at the most inoppurtune times on a regular basis.

Embarassment was his life.

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She laughed and ducked her head to slip out of his grip and grab her chocolate milkshake. "I've earned this, then."

Sipping it, she sat back in a chair and raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you plan on doing, Invisobill, now that you have been released from the hell you've been enduring these months?"

"Brisby World?"

"Ew. Couldn't you choose someplace less... cheery?"

"Someday, me, you, and Tuck are going to Brisby World and you won't be able to stop yourself from having fun."

Danny would go around with one of those bee hats and have a blast.

His parents had never taken him and Jasmine to places like that--either they went to science museums or gloomy haunts or stupid paranormal conventions for vacations.

"Hmm, but for now?" He went ghost, still holding her as he did it, then lifted her up into the air. "Hold on to your shake."

Then he flew them both right through the back wall and out near the lake.

"---Ack!"

More warning was needed. Sam clutched her shake and backpack with two hands and closed her eyes as the wall came forward and almost hit her in the face. But of course it didn't, because her boyfriend was flying her through the wall.

"Danny," Sam yelled, attempting to admonish him (she wanted to DRINK the shake!) and then... just gave up. Whatever. She loved the lake. The lake was a good place. Had lots of very good memories.

Plus, Sam liked flying.

Scratch that; loved. Loved flying.

She smiled down at the grass.

He flew her down to a bench. "You ought to put those down."

Then, one arms wrapped tightly around her waist, the other dangling somewhat tentatively at her side in its (glowing) cast, he took to the air. It was cold and he was cold, but up over the lake, with the setting sun and the snow and slush clinging to a few places in the trees, it was a messy, muddy kind of breathtaking.

"Your cast is glowing," Sam said amusedly, pointing to it. "It's a Super Amazing Ghost Cast!"

She paused and smiled at the view. Ignoring her teeth chattering, it was beautiful.

"I can't believe it's glowing. It's like I have a radioactive broken arm."

He hugged her closer, spiraling up over the lake, which had ice flotsam floated brokenly in it.

"Well... who knows? I mean, there was that one time when you accidentally drank your mom's chemicals instead of orange juice before school..."

She rested her head against his shoulder and looked downward, shifting her body so at least could glean warmth.

"Maybe. Man, you'd think that would have given me superpowers, but now, I was just barfing green for a week."

This, just them, alive, floating around--this was nice.

"I brought you cookies. As I recall, you threw them up."

She grinned, reaching up to play with his hair. "You are not to be trusted to eat the proper things at seven in the morning. People should just not put things in front of you and expect them not to be eaten."

"Those were good cookies, too," he said, shaking his head.

What a waste.

He smiled dopily at her.

"Back then, did you like me like...y'know, this, or was it later?"

"Well there wasn't... you know... exactly a defining moment," she said, thinking. "And... imagine this! I was just as clueless as you, for a while. I didn't think about it, really. That I liked you. I just... wasn't interested in anyone else. You know. And we'd been friends forever. It was hard to figure out."

Sam paused, tilting her head and grinning at him. "However, you proved that one can be even more oblivious for even more months." She pressed her palm to his cheek, ignoring the cold. "So yeah, I guess, it was then."

"But we've been friends forever," he repeated. "So it kind of has been always, hasn't it."

It was a statement, not a question.

Grinning a self-mocking grin, he said, "Even if I was oblivious longer."

"You say that like it's a good thing." She hit his shoulder, grinning.

Sighing, she looked down at the view and grinned. "I called Tucker. His mom says he's been dead to the world for hours. I think this is a good sign. He did, you know, try and blast a giant pop star into oblivion using his exploding lipstick--"

"...Although really," she said, thoughtfully, "all he would have had to do would have been to rub lipstick on his teeth."

"That might have been enough, smudging Chip Skylark's perfect teeth," he said. "When I called, he was actually awake, but not for long. He's okay."

"Good."

She traced the D of his costume with a finger thoughtfully, looking up at him.

She wanted aaattention. And kiissing.

He was too busy looking at her, a funny, tender expression on his face.

She caught sight of his expression and grinned, waving a hand in front of his face, carefully. They were hundreds of feet above ground. Not like he wouldn't catch her if she fell, but even so.

"I know that look, ghost boy," she said, "spill. What's up?"

"I, um."

He'd said it before, and meant it, because he'd always felt that way, but now, after going through that, after feeling very glad that they were both alive...

He'd cared about her. He'd said it and not really meant it--at least not like...this.

And that was horrible, sure, but he hadn't know any better, but at least now...

He pressed his forehead against hers, his cheek against hers.

"I...really do love you, Sam."

Sam blinked, surprised.

They'd faced death, and worse. He'd faced death before, but they'd been against a freaking God, and even more amazingly, they'd won. They'd won, she hadn't slept in a million hours, it was COLD and her lips were turning blue, but she was with her best friend who happened to be her boyfriend, and there was really nowhere else she'd rather be.

"I love you too," she said softly.

Danny paused, a new odder look now on his face.

If I had a free hand, he'd have slapped himself on the forehead. "Sam, do you still have the ring?"

Cue a very, very confused look. "What ring?"

"The one I gave you to holdm, but I didn't give it to you to give it to you--the one my dad gave me to give to my girlfriend, only I never gave it to Valerie, but maybe I wasn't supposed to give it to Valerie--" he rambled, flying them both back to the lake-bank and gently landing.

"Oh, THAT ring." Pause. She thought for a minute. "Uh. I think it's on my dresser. I was going to melt it," insert wicked grin here, "but you ended up breaking up with Valerie anyway. Why?"