A Night to Remember

Summary: Wedding Nights are supposed to be special. Watch Danny, with the help of Tucker and Todd, botch the whole thing up.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.

Dedication: To Kim, who told me her wedding night was going to be perfect and asked how I wanted mine to which I responded, "I hope it's retched!"

Sam lay the tiny sleeping figure down in the portable crib next to the other infant. She stared down at the tiny little face, lips sucking at some imaginary dinner he was enjoying in his dream. She turned at the sound of her now sister-in-laws sigh. "I'm sorry I drug you up here, Sam. It's just impossible to get all three ready for bed by myself. And there was no way I could get that good-for-nothing husband of mine away from the bar."

"Todd's not that bad," Sam laughed.

Jazz glanced up from feeding a child. "Of course he's not. But it's your wedding reception! You should be the one down there with Danny, not him."

Jessica's little blue-green eyes popped open and she started to fuss. Sam scooped her up quickly before she could wake little James, who they had just gotten to sleep. Sam didn't know how Jazz could ever raise triplets. Sam would have died. She bounced the baby on her hip while she turned back to Jazz. "It's fine. Everybody had left except the wedding party anyway. I'm sure no ones even noticed that I'm gone."

Jazz put Jeremy into his little footed pajamas and he kicked his feet happily. "I doubt that, but I can't tell you how much you're helping. I'm apologizing in advance for when one of them gets sick on your wedding dress."

Sam laughed as little Jessica cooed her eyes drifting shut. There was a soft knock on the door. Sam got up and opened it. "Thought I'd find you both here," Maddie said, slipping in and closing the door. "You should have asked me to come play grandma instead of dragging Sam away." She scolded slightly, taking the infant from Sam's arms.

Jazz shrugged helplessly, patting the little boy's back. "I was desperate, and she offered."

Maddie sighed. "Well, Sam, I think that you should probably go back down. Everyone's wondering where you ran off too. Danny would have sworn you'd been abducted."

The newlywed rolled her eyes. "I told him where I was going."

Jazz laughed as Sam opened the door. "Welcome to Marriage. They remember anything you don't want them too, and forget everything else."

Sam had barely entered the reception hall when her mother latched onto her arm. "Where were you?" she hissed.

Sam swallowed nervously. "Helping put the triplets to bed."

"You do not leave your own wedding, Samantha. That was an insult to your guest." Sam rolled her eyes. She hated etiquette and she wanted to tell her mother to take a hike.

"I'll remember that next time I get married," she muttered under her breath.

Her mother shot daggers at her. "What?"

Sam put on her brightest smile. "I'm going to go find Danny." She wrenched her arm away from her mom. She rolled her eyes. Couldn't her mom just pretend to like her, just for one day?

She looked around not seeing Danny, Tucker, or Todd anywhere. Sarah , Tucker's steady girlfriend, brushed past her. Sam caught the girls elbow. "Where'd the guys go?"

Sarah giggled. "You mean you missed it? Danny was getting really out of it and saying some weird things about being a ghost," she laughed. "Talk about strange. I guess he's just like his dad when you get him drunk. They took him up to your suite."

Sam's violet eyes went wide. "No," she whispered, completely mortified.

"Huh?" Sarah said, her face a mask of confusion.

Sam put on a fake smile. "Nothing. He just doesn't hold his liquor well. I probably better go up there."

Sarah grinned slyly at her. "Have a nice night."

Sam just nodded, spinning on her heels. She got to the elevator and pushed the up button. It opened and Tucker ran straight into her, causing her to fall backwards. "Sam! Thank God. I've been trying to find you for forever." He reached down and helped her up.

She grabbed Tucker by the lapels of his Tux and yanked his face within inches of hers. "Please don't tell me you got my husband so smashed he blabbed his secret to the whole world."

Tucker swallowed nervously at the anger just radiating from Sam. "Not me, no." He paused. "In fact, I just helped. Getting him 'smashed' was Todd's idea." Sam could have torn him to pieces.

Her grip shifted to his throat, despite the fact that Tuck was a good five inches taller than she was. "Tucker Landon Foley, you take me to my husband before I mutilate you."

"Gladly," he choked out and Sam released his throat. She marched into the elevator, Tuck following meekly behind, hitting the close button for the door. Though Tucker was taller and stronger than Sam, he had learned very early in his life that an angry Sam was something to avoid at all cost.

The door slid to the left after what seemed like an eternity and Sam gestured for Tucker to lead the way. He couldn't help but cringe at the murderous look in her eye. He couldn't help but noticed how she was drumming long, French-dipped fingernails against the white silk of her dress. Tuck could help but swallow uneasily. This was one adventure he was not going to come out of unscathed.

Sam followed down to the honeymoon suite where Tuck pulled Danny's key card out of his pocked and slipped it into the lock. Sam followed him in. Danny was literally laying on the floor leaning against the wall. Sam walked over and stared down at him, trying to swallow her anger.

He stared at her for a while with a blank look on his face, his eyes looking glassy. Finally he broke out into a grin as if he had just noticed her. "Hey Sammy. Hows we doin'," he slurred.

Sam's eyes went wide. Her new husband was laying there, reeking of alcohol, three sheets to the wind, on her wedding night. Sam didn't know whether to scream or cry. From behind her came her brother-in-laws voice. "Well, Sam, Tuck and I had best be going."

Sam turned around and kicking of her high-heels, took of down the hall screaming unquotable things at them. In hindsight they must have made quite a sight. Sam, barefoot in her wedding dress, chasing the two groomsmen down the hall as fast as the three of them could run, both Todd and Tucker screaming at the guy in the elevator to wait for them. They both lunged in the door and started jamming the closed button as rapidly as they could.

The door went shut. Sam fell limply against it and pounded it with her fist. "Tucker Landon Foley and Todd Alex Fisher! You are both dead men when I find you!" She screamed it at the rapidly dropping elevator car. She turned and looked back at the open door to her suite where Danny was standing, waving as if she didn't know where he was.

Sam sighed. She had a feeling this was going to be the longest night of her life.

"Sammy, Sammy! Look!" Sam raised her head up from her hands and watched her husband, currently in his persona Danny Phantom. Danny giggled before turning his attention back to the wall he was facing.

"You put your left hand in," he sang, putting his intangible arm through the wall. "You put you left hand out," he pulled his arm out. "You put your left hand in and you shake it all about." He stopped a dumbfounded look coming over his features. He fell backwards, rolling his head back to stare at her sitting on the bed. "I forgot the rest," he slurred.

Sam couldn't stop the tears that welled up in her eyes. This is how things had been going for the last forty-five minutes. Sam lay her head back down on the bed she was laying on face down. She tried to ignore the small sobs that rocked her shoulders.

She felt a hand on her back. "Watz duh madder?" he asked gently. Sam sat up slightly and wiped her eyes. Staring back at her was the blue-eyed, dark-haired young man she'd fallen for.

"I'm just having a bad night," she said, her voice cracking slightly.

His sky blue eyes showed concern, despite the muddled look in them. "I'm sorry, Sammy."

She sat up wiping at her tears. "It's just not turning out like I thought it would."

Danny opened his mouth to say something. He quickly closed it and hopped up and ran to the bathroom, which was followed shortly by retching. Sam got up to help him before quickly looking down at her dress.

She went over to the armoire in the corner of the room. She traced the corner of a box lying in the bottom, containing the outfit for her wedding night that had been a gift from her college roommate, Mandy. It was gorgeous but sexy and sultry was not how you dressed to mop up your husband's face after alcohol poisoning had set in.

She nothing else hung in the closet, leaving her little choice. She still bypassed the box settling for just getting out of the dress at the moment. She slipped it off tucking it on a hanger in the corner. She looked around for something to wear.

With nothing coming to her, she wandered over to the bed and threw back the comforter. She yanked off the satin flat sheet wrapping it around her. They weren't going to be using the bed anyway at the current rate. Sam flipped the comforter back up and holding up the bottom of the sheet so she didn't trip, entered the bathroom.

Danny was laying with his cheek against the rim of the toilet and Sam fervently hoped it was cleaner than she suspected it was. She bent down and brushed sweet tangled bangs back from closed eyes. He moaned. "I feel lousy."

Sam bit her cheek. "I would expect so." She leaned him back and slipped of his jacket.

The sat there in silence for a moment. He looked so miserable, she didn't have the heart to yell. Sam turned and started to unfasten his tie, intent on saving as much of his Tux as possible if he got sick again. "Are you mad at me?" He sounded like he did when he was seven.

She sighed, dropping the tie into her lap and staring at her hands, the new gold band glinting beside her engagement ring. "Not mad exactly, just…" Frustrated, disappointed, upset flitted across her mind but none of them seemed exactly right. "I don't know."

"I'm sorry," he whispered. Leaning his head on her bare shoulder. She wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault but the words wouldn't come. She just weakly laid her head against his. "You still love me, right?"

The vulnerability in his voice as he asked tore at her. She gently lay a finger under his chin. "I'll always love you, Danny."

He stared at her, blue eyes serious. "I love you too, Sam." With that Danny leaned forward and got sick again.

The tie hit the chair violently, followed by the jacket and vest. Lastly Sam chucked the cummerbund on top of the pile. She looked in the full-length mirror next to the chair. She looked horrible. Many strands of coiled hair escaped the elegant up-do, which was starting to come lose. Clad in a bed sheet tied in front of her, with Mascara streaks down her face. She looked like anything but a girl on her wedding night.

She pulled out a few bobby pins and watched more locks of hair tumble down against her dirty face. She walked over to the little vanity and started making a pile of pins out muttering to her self as she went. "We've been waiting for this night for forever. We agreed to wait and what does he do? Gets himself totally drunk." She threw a pin onto the pile with a little more force than necessary.

She finished and peeked into the bathroom. Danny was passed out lying sprawled against the bathroom floor. Sam sighed. "I, Samantha Emily Manson," she picked up his wrists and yanked. "do hereby take Daniel James Fenton," she yanked again. "To be my lawfully wedded husband."

She adjusted her grip on his wrist and took a deep breath. "To have and to hold from this day forward." She finally stepped outside the bathroom. "For better or worse." She pulled Danny's about six inches closer to the door. "For richer or poorer," she tripped over the back part of the sheet almost falling. "In sickness and in health," she jammed poor Danny's head into the side of the bathroom doorway. "To love and to cherish," she fell to her knees, dropping Danny's arms on either side of her.

She looked at him, tears of frustration welling up in violet eyes for the umpteenth time that night. She reached forward and gently brushed his bangs back. "For as long as we both shall live."

Sam didn't even bother glancing at the clock. She picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. It rang three times. "Hello," came a young feminine voice.

"Yes," Sam sighed. "I would like the room number for Tucker Foley, please."

There was silence for a moment. "Um, ma'am, I'm afraid for I can't give you that. For security reasons."

"But he's my best friend. He was the best man in my wedding party."

"Well," the girl drawled. "In that case, wouldn't you know his room number?"

Sam almost growled. "Than may I have his room phone number?"

"I'm afraid you can't call him this late."

Sam gritted her teeth. She took a deep breath and emphasized each word, as if talking to a very stupid child. "It is an emergency."

The girl seemed annoyed. "Of what nature?"

Sam screamed and slammed the phone down.

She scribbled a note to where she had gone and threw it down on her unconscious husband so that if he woke up he wouldn't worry. And with that Sam pounded against the door.

The pounding on the door woke Jermey Fisher, whose wailing instantly woke Jessica and James. Todd shot up and glared daggers at the door. "I'll kill them," he muttered. "Who ever it is I'll kill them." Jazz grabbed his shoulder.

"How 'bout I get the door and you get the kids?" He looked over at her before heading towards the crib, grumbling under his breath. Sam peaked thought the little viewing glass in the door. Jazz unbolted and opened the door. "Sam! What's wrong."

Upon hearing that Todd glanced over his shoulder as Sam stepped inside. "Everything," she said shakily. "He's finally passed out. I need to get him in bed and since Todd was the one who got him drunk—"

"Wait a second," she whirled around staring furiously at her husband. "You did what," she bit out.

Todd shot a look at Sam. "I just thought the kid needed a good time."

"Let me get this straight," she started slowly, her voice dangerously low. "You thought my brother needed a good time on his wedding night. So you got him so drunk that poor Sam has just had to play mother! Right?" she asked Sam, who nodded helplessly her shoulders shaking. It sounded so horrible when Jazz put it like that.

"I—" he started.

"Have ruined my brother and best friends wedding night! This is there one special night, and you destroyed it. You are going to go put Danny in bed and what ever else Sam needs done. And then you'll find out the real meaning of punishment."

Todd looked down, guilt all over his face. "I don't have a key." Sam lifted a shaking hand and held hers out. Todd dutifully took it.

"The babies—"

Jazz had pure murder written on her face. "I'll worry about the babies. You go fix what you've done." When he left, Sam broke down and cried. Jazz slipped an arm around her shoulder.

"You want to tell me what happened?"

Sam wiped at her eyes. "Just everything is going wrong. He was so drunk and then he started getting sick and I had nothing to wear except for my clothes for tomorrow so I'm running around in a sheet."

Upon hearing Sam upset the children's screams went up a pitch. Jazz got up and scooped up a son in each arm. She looked pleadingly at Sam, who nodded and picked up Jessica. Jazz bounced a child on each hip. She nodded over to a suitcase in the corner. "Open it up and get yourself out a pair of Pajamas. There nothing fancy but there better than that sheet."

Sam did as she was told and slipped on an old baseball shirt with three-quarter length sleeves and a pair of pajama pants. She smiled gratefully over at Jazz, laying all three now sleeping children back in the crib. "I hope it gets better, Sam." Jazz said, hugging her new sister.

Sam took a shaky breath. "I don't think it can get worse."

The elevator opened to let Sam on the same time it let Todd off. "I'm sorry, Sam."

"It's not your fault."

He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, it is. Tuck warned me he didn't hold a drink well, so what do I do? Get him plastered. I'm really sorry."

Sam sighed. "Feeling sorry about it won't change it now," she said softly, shifting her grip on the sheet she was carrying.

"I'll think of something to make it up to you guys."

Sam gave him a tired smile. "As long as you leave him sober for the honeymoon, I think I can forgive you."

He grinned at her, obviously not sure what to say. "Goodnight, Sam."

"Night, Todd."

Sam opened the door to see Danny lying at an angle across the bed. At the moment, she was too brain dead to complain. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night, finishing last minute things for the wedding, and tonight had been more emotionally taxing than she was prepared for. She dumped the clothes onto the ground and curled up in the chair. There was no way she could sleep on the bed with Danny lying the way he was.

Sam stared off at her husband. Hopefully he wouldn't have too bad of a hangover in the morning. After tonight that was the last thing she wanted to deal with. She laughed slightly at the prospect of spending her first night as a married woman in a Victorian high back chair. "Happy wedding night, Sam," she whispered before she closed her eyes.

Sam awoke with a start to someone shaking her shoulders. "Hmm." She popped open violet eyes to see Danny's confused face staring back at her. He stood back up as Sam stretched. "'Morning," she yawned.

"Hey gorgeous," he smiled, rubbing her knee. "Can I ask a really stupid question? Why don't I remember anything that happened last night?"

She stretched, wrapping her right leg around her left ankle and stretching her neck. "Not surprising. You were pretty drunk."

"What happened," he asked, kneeling down in front of the chair.

Sam resolutely stared at her feet. "You got drunk. Said some stuff about being a ghost. Todd and Tucker drug you back up here. I listened to you talk nonsense for about an hour, moped vomit off your face and then you passed out." She glanced up.

Danny looked absolutely mortified. "Please tell me your joking." A hurt look floated over Sam's face and tears welled up again. "Oh my God. Sam, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," she said, the tears starting to come.

He slid up onto the chair pulling her into his lap. "I'm sorry. I know I can never make this up to you."

She leaned her head against his chest just listening to his heartbeat. "It fits in some strange way. We've never been normal. Why start now?"

Danny just played with a little piece of her hair and stayed silent. After what seemed like an eternity. Sam finally spoke. "Danny?"

"Hmm?"

Sam smiled slightly. "You owe me one heck of a honeymoon."