Insomnia

Insomnia can be both a curse, and a blessing.

A Nineteen year old Danny Fenton lies back in his bed, the luminous clock in the wall yells the lateness, or earliness of the hour. 4:00 AM. Sleep was not coming, but he didn't care.

For he was not alone in bed.

His companion, Samantha Manson lay, her head resting upon his chest, a soft smile on her face and soft snores issuing from her.

He was happy to lie here and just watch her sleep, she was so peaceful, so calm, so perfect.

They had gotten together five years earlier, and four days ago, Danny finally proposed.

Sam leans over her desk at work with a groan, all of Team Phantom had jobs, much to her parents annoyance, they had all sworn to not let fame get to their heads. So Sam now worked at an environmental protection agency based in Amity Park, Danny had become a cop, his abilities saving countless lives, Tucker had gone in to a local computer company, as Jazz worked as councillor at Casper High.

'Hey Samantha, do you have that report ready?'

There was her "superior", a man who treated all as dirty, cal him a bald and middle aged Dash if you will.

'I hate being called Samantha Charles. You know I go by Sam, and no, that report isn't ready, I only got it two fucking hours ago.'

Charles groans

'When I was your age Samantha, I could write a report out in two hours.'

Sam grabs her coat and says

'I'm taking a break Charlie, It one and Danny gets off patrol now.'

'My name is Charles!'

Danny hadn't gotten off patrol then, he had gotten off of patrol ten minutes earlier, rushing over to the offices as fast as he could go. He had a plan.

Sam sighs happily as she walks closer to the doors, which suddenly begin to race away as a strong pair of arms encircle her waist.

'Hey Sam, had a nice day in the office?'

The voice came from the ghost carrying her through the offices, suppressing a laugh as she watches Charles polish his head.

'It's been better.'

Danny slides in to view and carries Sam to a small cliff over looking the town.

'Sam, we've been together since we were fourteen right?'

Sam nods as she sits down next to Danny, still dressed in his uniform.

'Well, maybe…'

Danny stands up and looks at Sam, a trail of sweat visible on his forehead.

He suddenly drops to one knee and pulls out a small black box.

'Sam, will you marry me?'

Now Sam isn't normally a girl who will squeal like a little fan girl, but Danny Fenton, asking her to marry him was just way too much to be vocalised in any other way then to deafen him and every dog in a kilometre.

Needless to say, her day went much better from then on.

Danny smiles softly as he runs his hand over her soft cheek, almost gushing as she tries to push her cheek in to it.

'What did I do to deserve you Sam?'

Danny grins as she snuggles closer in to his chest from the vibrations of his voice.

'Oh I don't know Mr Fenton, I did save the world, regularly risk my life, and fight crime for a living. I think I've done a lot, and I deserve my own little dark slice of heaven.

It's four in the morning, and sleep deprivation does a number on your mind. Making you recall a lot, and a little.

It's four in the morning, his fiancée is using him as a mixture between a pillow, and a teddy bear.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

Authors Note: I came up with this after a sleepless night, and hours that seemed like days trying to get to sleep, while my fiancée was fast asleep on my chest, I began talking it through out loud (being the only person awake i was going to get weird looks for talking to myself) and I almost laughed when she tried to pull herself closer to the rumbling in my chest. For those of you who have been waiting for my Re Write of War Aint Pretty, Chapter one will be up in a few days time, it will take the place of the current version so you need a story alert to know as it happens.