When Danny woke up, he found himself lying among a field of flowers.

It was the soft breeze that woke him up. It ruffled his dark hair and caused it to brush his face teasingly, tickling him and making his hand come up to rub his face. He slowly came into awareness, feeling such peace and calm he hadn't felt since before he'd turned into Danny Phantom. A warm breeze blew overhead, warming his face and body. He was lying in something soft and sweet-smelling – the scent tickled his nose and reminded him of Sam.

Smiling serenely, he reluctantly cracked open a bright blue eye to see where he was. He figured he was still dreaming, and he didn't want to wake up – well, wake up for real, anyway. But he wanted to know where he was, so rubbed the sleep from his eyes and pushed himself up. He was sitting with his hands behind him, holding him upright. He blinked sleepily and looked around, taking in his surroundings.

He was lying among a field of flowers, specifically gardenias and forget-me-nots. It was a blur of blue and white as far as the eye could see, even on the horizon. The flowers nodded to the breeze, as if accepting his presence there.

Extremely content to just stay where he was, he tilted his head back and let the warm sunshine wash over him. He stayed like that for a few moments when suddenly he heard a female giggle. His eyes shot open and he looked around in search of the familiar voice. His eyes lit on a large oak tree a little distance away, where he saw a boy and girl, presumably a couple.

"Danny!" The girl squealed, and with his heart jumping into his throat, he knew who the couple was.

"I know your weakness, Sam," His dream-self chuckled, fingers feathering across her stomach, "You are the most ticklish person in the world."

She squirmed and squealed as his tickling got fiercer, then managed to kiss him to distract him and make him stop. A lump came into the real Danny's throat as he watched his dream-counterpart and secret crush embrace. He'd had dreams of himself and Sam before, but this one was…special. Incredibly special. And it was strange, because he'd always been the one with Sam, not watching from afar as she kissed his dream-persona.

All thoughts flew out of his head as he saw his dream-self reluctantly pull away from the kiss, resting his forehead against Sam's. They were breathing heavily, smiling dreamily at each other, and he murmured "Sam, I gotta ask you something."

Big violet eyes blinked at him, puzzled. "Okay."

Danny's dream-self got to his feet and then pulled Sam up as well. He dug in his jean pocket for something, and then knelt on the ground on one knee in front of here. She gasped, eyes glittering with tears as her hands flew up to cover her mouth.

Danny's eyes were wet, too, as were his dream-counterpart's. His chest squeezed so tightly he couldn't breathe.

"Sam, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Dream-Danny said, not romantically or passionately, but truthfully and steadily. It only cemented his love for her in those words that weren't being thrown out at the spur of the moment, but because he meant it and it was true. His eyes shown with the love and passion his words didn't need. He swallowed, his eyes never wavering from hers. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

With a shout of pure joy she jumped into his arms and smothered him with kisses, saying over and over, "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you!"

Shock slammed into Danny full-force, and suddenly he got a face full of blanket. Blinking in shock, he scrambled to get to his knees, quickly taking in his surroundings. Enormous stereo system, flat screen TV and computer, violet walls, canopy bed…

Oh, crap. He was in Sam's room.

Oh, double crap. She was awake.

She was staring at him in shock, face bright red and clutching the sheets to her chest. Her hair was in all directions and her face wiped clean of makeup. He was on his knees at the foot of her bed, staring back in equal shock. He had a sudden flash of déjà vu, da memory of the Nocturne incident and they'd been in these exact positions, blushing and stammering about their dreams.

'No wonder I wasn't myself in the dream!' He suddenly realized. 'I was in Sam's dream!'

"Uh…hi." He forced out, mind spinning. He couldn't form a coherent sentence.

"…Hi." She replied after a moment, still staring at him. The blush receded, but not by much. "What's going on?"

He shook his head as if to shake some thoughts into his brain, and then managed to string together a few words. "…I have no idea."

Well, not the most intelligent sentence in the world, but it was true. He had no idea how he'd gotten into Sam's room, much less into her dream.

"Were you…in my head? In my…dreams?" She asked, blinking, the shock slowly seeping out of her to be replaced by confusion and awkwardness. She looked horrified – no, mortified, Danny realized. A flush came to his cheeks as he realized what she'd been dreaming about and the fact that he'd had the exact same dream. Well, the field of flowers was new, but it just added a romantic touch that he'd never known she enjoyed.

"Um, I think so." He replied sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. "I have no idea how or why, though."

She swallowed hard. "Do you…remember anything?"

His head snapped up from their search of her blanket and his eyes met hers intently. His heart was beating wildly, and he felt jittery. This was the second time they'd had the same dream – and in both, they'd been together.

That had to mean something, didn't it?

"I…yeah." He said finally, blue eyes boring into hers. "Do you?" More deja-vu, from their first fakeout-makeout.

"You didn't think that was a real kiss...did you?"

"No! ...Did you?"

But this time, he wasn't denying anything. No, not anymore.

She swallowed, looked away. Her hands clenched on the blanket, showing her nervousness. She murmured a quiet, "Yeah."

There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment before they both spoke up at the same time.

"Sam, I-"

"Danny, I-"

They stopped, blushing, then she urged him to continue. He smiled sheepishly at her and met her eyes. She looked terrified, but she also seemed to be bracing herself for something. She took a deep breath and spoke. "Danny, look, I mean, I know what you saw and I'm not going to act like it never happened." Her fingers twisted together and she wouldn't meet his eyes. "It just…we dream weird things and it…didn't mean anything." She choked on the last part but forced it out.

She nearly jumped when he settled a warm hand on hers, and she looked up in confusion, meeting his gaze. He swallowed, steeling all of his courage on his next words which could change their lives. "Really? Because I think it did."

She sucked in a breath, her eyes hopeful but extremely wary. Her hands trembled beneath his. "What do you mean?"

"Sam, when Nocturne came and I went into your dream that first time, I never told you that…I was having the exact same dream before I woke up." His cheeks flushed and his resolve wavered a bit at her unbelieving expression. "And I have no idea how I got into your dream tonight, but I've had the same one before. I was always too afraid to admit it, but I'm hoping this means your feelings for me are more…than just friends." She smiled, her eyes filling with silly tears, and that gave him the extra boost he needed to finish. "I'm hoping because I like you as so much more than friends…" He swallowed, forcing himself to finish. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Danny!" Like in the dream, she launched herself into his arms and planted kisses on him, he returning them as eagerly as she gave them. "I'm falling in love with you, too!" For a moment fear struck his heart that this was only another dream – but no, her kisses, her declaration of love was too real for it to be just another dream. A peace as he'd never known washed over him and he kissed her again, his dreams coming true for the very first time.

"Ha! Pay up, fools!" Nocturne shouted triumphantly, starry body glittering as he watched the scene take place from a portal in the ghost zone. The other ghosts in the group – Skulker, Ember, the Box Ghost, and countless others, grumbled and pressed Ghost Zone currency into the shadow ghost's outstretched hand. He pocketed it with a snicker even as the others complained. "That's not fair!" Poindexter exclaimed, even as he handed Nocturne his money. "You used a spell on them!"

"Ah, but we only agreed to love spells." He smirked, glancing at Ember. She glared at him and gave him the bird. "Love spells force them together – my sending the boy into the Goth girl's dream merely brought to light their feelings for one another." He explained reasonably. "They could've agreed to forget about it and ignore the incident, but they willingly decided to be together."

"Ugh." Youngblood muttered, handing the ghost a few glowing green coins, "I still think you cheated somehow."

One of my friends has let me know that there's been a surge of DannyxSam hate circulating the web, and so to counter it, I'm uploading this gooey, cavity-inducing fic! :)

Oh, and yes, I'm going to start posting them out of order. I just can't go linear anymore, I want to jump around when I'm inspired by different things.

FUN FACT: Gardenias are a symbol of secret love and Forget-me-nots are a symbol of true love.