Misconstrue

1. to misunderstand the meaning of; take in a wrong sense; misinterpret.

x

Sam's eyes narrowed as she watched Paulina's chest and butt bounce up and down in her cheerleader outfit, pom poms raised up in the air.

"Let's go, let's go!" Paulina and Star cheered together, wiggling their hips back and forth.

She felt the rest of the crowd around her roar automatically as the Casper High Raven's took to the field, sneakers squelching and basketballs booming. Danny was clapping to her right, Tucker hooting to her left. Their team was made up of mostly A-listers, but there were also a few tall gangly nobodies. Dash was grinning crookedly as he dribbled around his ankles, circling the court as they called his number before he lined up with the rest of the team.

Basketball.

Sam felt a soft smile grace her face as she joined in the chanting. She had been the one to drag both Danny and Tucker to this game. Blood, sweat, tears. If there was one game Sam loved more than Doomed it was Basketball. She herself had played throughout much of middle school. Where else did she get the ghost fighting stamina and killer accuracy?

Besides, the three of them had been so busy fighting ghosts lately they had almost forgotten about being in their senior year of High School. They hadn't attended homecoming and had hardly talked about Prom. Danny seemed to drift from class to class, barely skating by and not at all interested in school spirit or culture.

It had been something Jazz had cornered Sam about.

"All of you - you only are in High School once. You need to at least try and go to school events. De-stress, have fun."

Danny was grinning next to her, seemingly de-stressed and having fun. His dark hair was hidden for the most part underneath his Raven's hat. Maybe Jazz was right. He actually looked the part of a happy-go-lucky high schooler. Tucker suddenly leaned around Sam to look down at the field to the right. He pointed his giant foam finger down and gave a loud boo as the opposing team walked around the corner and onto the field.

The Elmerton High Eagles. Casper High's biggest rivals. And unfortunately for them, they were playing away. A chorus of boo's rose up like a tidal wave as they took their place, backs to the crowd, ready for their name to be called by the announcer.

Number two paused and turned, scanning the crowd for a long moment. Sam felt a wave of confusion pass through her. He was looking for someone, she realized. Maybe his parents? His friends? Although there were hardly any of Elmerton students at this game. However, his eyes locked onto hers - a brilliant green- and then flicked to her left, to Danny.

Sam watched as Danny seemed to notice the attention he was getting. The two of them stared at each other, moment suspended. Sam felt her breathing hitch, the background noise of the game fading as she watched them. The look the redhead was giving him was intense. Knowing. Meaningful. Sam frowned. Just when she was about to ask Danny who that was the announcer interrupted.

"Number two, Westley Weston." The voice boomed. Well, that answered that question.

The tall redheaded boy spun away from the stands at that moment and took to the field with a series of graceful gazelle leaps.

Tucker snorted, oblivious to the moment that had just passed.

"Who the heck names their kid Westley Weston? Am I right? What a stupid name." He joked, nudging Danny in the rib.

Sam tumbled his name around in her head. Westley Weston. She had never heard of him before. And with a name like that Sam was certain she would have remembered. Wait. Westley. Wes. Sam's eyes widened, remembering that ring Danny had made her hold onto briefly back when he had been into Valerie. "Who the heck is Wes?" Looks like she finally got her answer. But how did Danny know Westley? They didn't even go to the same school. The only time Danny would have been in the same room as him would have been for sporting events and Danny didn't play any sports. He had enough trouble as it was keeping up with ghost attacks and school. It wasn't like Danny even had a reason to drive to Elmerton. Except… when he had been doing that team project with Valerie after Valerie had moved to Elmerton.

Which had been around the same time that he had asked her to keep the ring. Could it be…?

Sam glanced over to Danny, studying him strangely for a moment. His blue eyes glanced over at her, catching her gaze.

"What?" He asked her, nonplussed.

"Nothing." Sam shook her head slightly, forcing her attention back to the game where Westley Weston was wiping up Dash, spinning dizzying circles around him like he was made of water.

As the game was winding to a close Sam had all but forgotten the weird interaction from earlier. Weston was obviously Elmerton's star player. Alone he had carried the team, but he hadn't been enough to defeat Casper High. Barely leading with a final score of 102 to 89 they had won. Paulina was bouncing up and down on her heels in front of the stands, rubbing pom poms together. Her face was lit up in an extremely rare moment of genuine emotion. Sam wrinkled her nose for a minute, before she turned to Danny and Tucker.

"We should probably try and-" She started, blinking at the empty seat next to her.

"Where's Danny?" She asked Tucker who was standing up and hooting, waving his foam finger in the air. Behind him a group of girls were scowling as Tucker blocked their view. Sam rolled her eyes and grabbed Tucker by the arm, hauling him back onto his chair.

"What?" Tucker asked, looking over to see the vacant spot where Danny had been merely minutes previously. "Huh. No clue."

Sam frowned and scanned the crowd, knowing it was more than likely for naught. If Danny wanted to disappear he would do so without fail. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck start to stand up, her muscles tensing in preparation for an impending ghost attack. That seemed to be the only reason why Danny would suddenly take off. Although - he should have warned them.

Sam's eyes darted from head to head as the crowd started to file out of the gym. Dash's, Paulina and Star, Mikey… Westley. Sam paused, watching the athlete for a moment. Westley barely looked sweaty from the game. He was balancing the basketball on one hip. His face was dark, and he was staring intently in one direction. The crowd was moving around him, parting, as he stood strangely still in the middle of the throng. Sam followed his gaze, finding a dark splash of hair. Danny. He was fighting his way through the crowd. As he got closer to the other Westley turned and took off around the corner hallway, moving in the opposite direction of the exit. Sam watched as Danny glided through the crowd and followed him, disappearing behind the doors.

What the….

"Oh my god." Sam said, loudly, "Oh my god."

"What?" Tucker asked, tensed and ready to spring into action at any moment, hand on his backpack where the thermos was hidden.

"Danny." Sam explained, "And that boy. How did we not see this?"

"Huh? See what?" Tucker blinked, "Care to fill me in?"

"Wes. Remember?" She turned to Tucker, "Remember that name on the ring Danny was going to give to Valerie?"

Tucker paused, silent, before nodding slowly.

"Westley Weston." Sam continued, waving her hand in front of her to get Tucker to connect the dots.

"Stupid name." Tucker snickered before he frowned, "What about him?"

"God Tucker, do I have to spell it out for you? He was giving Danny weird looks all game. I just saw Danny follow him out of the gym, together." Sam gave Tucker a very pointed look.

"You think they're…? No way. We would have known if Danny was…. was gay."

x

Danny snaked his way through the slow-moving herd of students, jostling and elbowing to break free after getting out of the gym. Instead of following the line to the right and out the doors into the open courtyard he hooked a left. The sound of excited chattering and school chanting faded as he turned down the deserted hallway.

"Hey!" He called out to the Elmerton player's back. Westley, Danny remembered. He had been giving him weird looks all game. The kid paused, spinning with a squelch of his basketball trainers to look down at Danny. Danny realized dimly this kid was a good three inches taller than him.

"Westley, right?" Danny attempted to initiate conversation. What he really wanted to ask was "What the hell is your problem? Why are you giving me those creepy stares all night?". "I'm-"

"Daniel Fenton." The kid finished, tone wary.

Danny blinked, feeling suddenly defensive.

"Yeah-" Danny mumbled, "How did you-?"

"I know all about you."

"Geeze, I'm flattered." Danny drawled wittily, "But, you know, I'm not really into that sort of thing."

The kid's sharp green eyes narrowed. Danny didn't like how he was looking at him. His heart was racing at the implications of the way the redhead was acting. Almost like he… knew about him being Danny Phantom. That was impossible. No, not impossible, but improbable. Especially since Danny was certain he had never met this kid before in his life. He did look kinda familiar though. Danny wracked through his head trying to remember where he had seen him before.

"You don't remember me?" He asked Danny, "Figures."

"Considering we've never met?" Danny quipped.

"Oh we met. Remember when you interrupted the basketball game last month? Ghost attack? Everyone had to evacuate and the game was post-poned?"

Danny frowned. He did remember. But he had interrupted that game as Danny Phantom, not Fenton.

"Dude, you're crazy." Danny murmured, "This is my first basketball game I've even gone to this year. Bad grades and all. My parents kinda grounded me."

"There was college scouts at that game." Wes continued, eyes glinting, "I was on track for a full ride scholarship to Duke. You ruined that for me. I can't afford college, even working a full time job. All that work, all that training, wasted."

Westley was taking slow deliberate steps towards him, dropping the basketball onto the ground where it bounced with several foreboding booms before resting a few feet away. Danny found himself backed up against the cold locker doors, craning his head to look up at Westley's freckled face that was leering over him. Strong muscle pinned him against the wall. Danny struggled to keep his face aloof. If you just compared the outward appearance of Westley and Danny it wasn't even a fair fight. The taller of the two had an athletic grace, lean muscle, and stifling outward confidence.

"I may not have any proof…" Westley was breathing, "…yet."

"Man, you need a shower." Danny shrunk back against the locker door, feeling almost naked under this kid's scrutinizing gaze.

"But I'm going to find some." Wes ignored Danny's remark.

"I have no idea what you're going on about." Danny rolled his eyes, "Look, if I've done something to offend-"

"Consider this a warning, Invisobill." Westley's eyes bore down into Danny's, pinning him like a collector's butterfly. The kid leaned down over him, placing his hands on either side of Danny's head.

Danny spent a good half second not breathing, feeling like someone had ripped a rug out from underneath him. He spent another half second in blind panic, quashing the urge to lash out and hit the kid upside the head hard enough to knock that train of thought right out of it for good. The next half second was spent pondering just how quickly he could phase through this locker. Then he got ahold of himself.

He ripped out a semi-forced laugh.

"What?" He managed, trying to cover up the momentary terror with absolute shock, "You've got to be kidding me. You think I'm the ghost kid?"

"I don't think, I know."

Danny snorted.

"I can barely walk in a straight line without tripping, much less fly. Besides - doesn't that make me y'know dead? Hate to rip a hole in your conspiracy theory, but I'm pretty positive I'm alive."

"Or half alive."

Danny felt like someone had walked over his grave. This kid knew way too much. Clearly nothing Danny could say or do would disprove his theory. Danny felt his face slip, his stance change. The transition was minute. From awkward teen to confident superhero. But suddenly Danny was no longer as helpless against the locker like he was before. He reached up and curled his cold iron grip around the kid's wrists, noting with satisfaction the way Westley's face flinched at the contact. A brief glint of fear passed through those green eyes.

Danny tilted his head up until their faces were mere inches apart, eyes flashing to match the other's with dangerous neon green.

"If I was the ghost kid." Danny said slowly, "Just to play along here, what makes you think that I wouldn't just take you out right now?"

Westley's determination seemed to waver as a moment of uncertainty flickered across his face. His mouth opened, surprised. Clearly he hadn't thought this blackmail thing completely through. Or he had misjudged Danny Fenton's character. Perhaps a bit of both.

"You wouldn't." He stammered.

Danny raised an eyebrow, tilting his head comically.

"Why not?" He asked, "After all, I'm just an evil destruction-seeking ghost."

"You wouldn't risk blowing your cover."

"Exactly." Danny smiled darkly.

Westley shook his head, leaning closer, eyes narrowing, almost hooded.

"I know all about you. And ghosts. I have weapons, documentation, and soon enough I'll have the proof I need to expose you and turn you in. The reward money will be more than enough to pay for college and get my parents out of their shithole house in Elmerton. I don't know what your motives are - pretending to be a high school student, but I'm not going to let you-"

"…Danny?"

Both Westley and Danny froze, still staring intently into the other's eyes. Danny was first to break the eye contact, looking over and seeing Sam standing uncertainly in the middle of the empty hallway. Danny let go of his hold on the other's wrists, letting his arms fall against the wall instead.

Wes pushed off of the lockers and retreated from Danny's personal space. The tension vibrating the air seemed to fizzle out as soon as they both realized there was a witness.

Danny took in a breath he didn't know he had been holding, forcing himself to calm down. His eyes faded back to their usual blue as he pushed himself off of the locker and took a few steps away from the athlete towards Sam.

"Danny, who's this?" Sam asked, hand on her hip, no-nonsense tone of voice in full effect.

"Wes." Westley answered suavely, giving her a soft grin. Danny was temporarily thrown by the sudden warm hospitality the other was offering to Sam as he politely shook her hand. It was like this was a totally different person than who had just had him pinned dangerously against the lockers.

"Sam." She returned the smile.

"Let's go." Danny muttered, grabbing her hand and tugging her gently away from the other.

"Okay." Sam said lowly as she allowed herself to get spun and together they started towards the exit, "Danny, we really need to talk."

"I know." Danny was barely listening to her as they made their way down the empty hallway, not realizing that Sam was entirely misinterpreting the situation. Not realizing that Wes's heavy knowing gazes and the compromising position of him pinned against the locker could be misconstrued. He paused, however, remembering something.

"Oh- and Wes." Danny spun, looking back at the other, "It's not Invisobill. Get your facts straight. It's Phantom."

Wes was still staring at them. Danny felt Sam shiver next to him at the intensity in his gaze.

"Noted." He replied.

x

"Danny what was that-" Sam was saying as he lead them out of the big double doors and out onto the lawn. Students were running amuck outside, still high off of the win. Sam glanced up at him, seeing his dazed face. Was he even paying attention?

"Danny." Sam repeated, quickening her step to keep up with him, "Danny." She inflected, ripping her arm out of his grip.

"What?" He seemed to snap out of it. His face was tinged red. From embarrassment? Sam had to say, she had almost blushed too when she had happened upon them both in the hallway pressed up against each other. It had just caught her by surprise seeing him like that. Not that it mattered to her what Danny's preferences were. Really. Okay, maybe it did, but only because Sam maybe sorta kinda had a crush on him and right now she felt like her heart was slowly being broken at the idea that they would never work.

But this wasn't about her. It was about Danny. It was about letting him know that both Tucker and her were supportive, no matter what. Besides, Wes seemed like a nice enough person from that brief interaction she had had with him. The way he had been looking at Danny… it was clear he was obsessed with him.

Really, not that much of this had made sense right away, but Sam was slowly starting to put together the pieces. Had the whole Valerie fling been an entire coverup? A way for Danny to go to Elmerton without getting questioned? Did Valerie know and she was protecting him all along?

Sam felt floored, suddenly reevaluating Danny and Valerie's relationship. Valerie certainly didn't know about him being half-ghost, but perhaps Danny had entrusted her with a secret that he hadn't even told his best friends? Sam tried not to let herself feel hurt over the idea of it.

"We need to talk." She repeated.

"Where's Tucker?" He asked. His face looked panicked, like he had been caught. Which, he had. Sam felt her heart go out to him. She had to let him know it didn't matter to her.

"He's already heading home. He has family dinner in an hour." Truthfully she had told him to go home so that she alone could talk to Danny about this. She didn't want Danny to feel ganged up on or get defensive.

Danny frowned, troubled at that before he shrugged and nodded, moving quickly down the familiar back path around the school to their usual hiding spot. Sam followed silently, picking her way through the bushes and weeds until they huddled, crouched underneath a full pine at the far outer edge of the school grounds.

x

Danny leaned against the chain link fence, listening intently for a long moment before he was sure that they were alone.

Danny felt his heart pounding in his chest, momentarily uprooted at the idea that there was another person that knew about his secret identity. How long had Westley Weston knew? Had he been following him? Watching him?

"That kid Wes-" He started, turning to Sam, tone serious, "He-"

Sam interrupted him, grabbing his hand suddenly. Danny paused, shocked at the feel of it and confused by the strange look she was giving him. It was a look of compassionate understanding. And while Danny wasn't opposed to it, he had no clue what he had done to deserve it.

"I know. It's okay, Danny." She told him, squeezing his hand.

Danny blinked at her, surprised. She knew? Why wasn't she panicking like him, then?

"What?" He asked breathlessly, "How is it okay?"

"Tucker and I, we don't care."

Danny looked completely lost for a moment.

"How can you guys not care? Wait- how does Tucker even know about this?"

"We both kinda figured it out."

Danny was silent for a long moment, bewildered, staring at Sam, scanning her face. Sam assumed he was looking for some hint of a lie, or some kind of judgement. In reality Danny was trying to figure out why she was so gung-ho about the imminent reveal of his alter ego.

"I mean-" Sam continued, "At first with the ring I thought I was just misreading it or something, but then I saw the way he was looking at you at the game and it was just so obvious. I'm sorry we didn't see it before. Were you ever going to tell us? Some friends we-"

What the hell? Sam mystified him on a good day, but Danny was pretty sure that she was making absolutely no sense at all.

"Hold on." Danny interrupted her mid-lecture, waving a hand, "What are you talking about?"

Sam paused, frowning.

"What are you talking about?" She ventured cautiously.

"I'm talking about Wes." Danny said indignantly, frustration evident on his face.

"So am I!"

"No you're not. What ring are you going on about?"

"The one you were going to give Valerie." Sam intoned seriously, "Look, Danny. You don't have to pretend."

Danny stared at her.

"The class ring?" He tried to follow, tried to see if there were any breadcrumbs that would lead him back to what the hell she was talking about. Nope. He couldn't find any.

"Yeah. The one that you got engraved."

"I didn't get it engraved." Danny gritted, "My dad did- He-…"

Danny trailed off. Oh shit. Oh shit. His dad had engraved Sam's own name in it. He had given it to her to hold. She had seen it. He was so stupid! Was this what this was all about? Danny felt his face pale several notches as he leaned heavier into the chain link fence.

Sam shook her head back and forth, round violet eyes wide.

"No- no- no!" She said, waving her hands and grabbing Danny by the shoulders, "It's okay. Don't freak out. I don't care."

She didn't care? She wasn't weirded out?

"That's… good?" Danny guessed, "But what does this all have to do with Wes?"

Sam stared at him like he was stupid.

"The ring, Danny!" She punctuated, staring at him for a few seconds. Danny knew this was the part where he connected the dots, but really, he was lost without a paddle.

"You, and Wes." She continued, speaking soothingly, almost like his mother did whenever she wanted to confront him about something she knew was going to piss him off. Danny watched her warily.

"You can just admit it, you know, if you want to that is. Only if you want to. Whenever you're ready. Tucker and I don't think any different of you. I just.. I didn't really expect… I just wanted you to know.. you know… that-"

Danny suddenly realized exactly what she was trying to say like someone had dumped ice cold Gatorade over his head. He felt the horror flash across his face.

"Wait, wait wait…Sam." He said slowly, shaking his head, "Sam… Sam… I'm not gay."

"…Of course you aren't, but you know, if you are we'll be here for you.." She continued, nodding. Danny looked up at the top of the pine tree in exasperation. "He seems nice and like he really likes you and I'm so happy for you guys I really am…"

Danny reached over to her and plucked her lips with his fingers to stop them from moving any further, blush igniting his face at the thought of what she was implying. She stopped, gazing up at him, eyes wide.

"Shhh.. stop." He intoned, feeling giddy laughter bubbling up in him at the idea of her thinking he was with that kid. Sam shifted uncomfortably. Danny realized, not for the first time, that he really did have the most amazing group of best friends.

"Sam." He said seriously, letting go of her lips and cupping her cheeks with both of his hands as he drew her closer to himself. He looked her directly in the eye. "I'm not gay."

At least, he was pretty sure he wasn't. All his sexual fantasies had involved scantily clad Paulina, Valerie, and Sam's.

Sam frowned up at him, confusion in those big doe eyes of hers.

"But if I was gay, this would have been the sweetest most supportive speech you've ever given." He finished, leaning forward to give her a peck on the nose.

"Then why-?" Sam trailed off, "You two were almost kissing…In the hallway…"

"We weren't kissing!" Danny sputtered, "We were threatening each other."

Danny let go of her, suddenly serious, remembering Westley. "Westley Weston knows I'm Phantom."

Sam's eyes widened even further, if possible, her face paling.

"Oh my god. Holy shi- what? HOW? What do we do?"

That was more of the response Danny had been anticipating.

"I don't know how he knows, but he's set on outing me. And I don't know what to do, but I intend to figure it out." Danny brought Sam up to speed on their whole conversation, about how the kid was trying to find proof of Danny's ghostly properties.

Sam handled this information with more grace, finding it much easier to accept and take action on this rather than confront Danny about his sexual preference.

"Come on." Danny grabbed her hand, leading her out of their spot.

"We should go to Tucker's." Sam told him, picking her way through the vines and branches, "We should probably tell him you're not gay."

Danny laughed over his shoulder.

"Oh we'll tell him. But first, let's stop at my place. I need to grab something."

x

Sam and Danny wound around the street, FentonWorks looming in front of them. They had walked, Danny being too paranoid about being tracked or followed to use any ghost powers.

"You know-" Sam was saying, enjoying the feeling of Danny walking close next to her, "You look pretty hot when you're threatening someone."

Danny looked over at her in shock, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Sam!" He admonished, embarrassed.

"What?" Sam laughed, pushing her scooter with one hand, "You're both good lookin' men. The hallway was practically steamy."

"You think I'm good looking?" Danny grinned. Of course.

Sam rolled her eyes.

"Whatever." She mumbled.

"Hang on one second." Danny left Sam at the front of his house, bounding up the steps and through the front door. Sam heard a loud "Danny-boy!" from Jack before the door swung shut.

She sighed, leaning heavily onto her scooter. She had to say this whole thing was pretty hilarious looking back at it. However, this new development of this Wes person was troubling. Hopefully Tucker and her could research more about him and try to game plan how to counteract before it was too late.

Her phone vibrated and she fished it out, looking down at the text.

How'd it go? - Tucker

Sam had almost forgotten that Tucker was still in the dark about everything. She texted him back before slinging her phone into her bag.

Fine. We're coming over in ten. - Sam

The door slammed and Sam looked up seeing Danny coming back down the steps and rejoining her on the sidewalk.

"I thought you had to grab something?" She prompted, seeing as he looked the same.

"I did." Danny grabbed Sam's backpack for her so she had a free hand to lead her scooter. He fished around in his pocket before tossing something small and glittery up in the air at her.

"Catch."

Sam did. She twirled it around in her hand. The class ring.

"See?" She said, showing Danny, "It says 'Wes.'"

Danny peered into the inside of the ring and then let out a bark of laughter.

"Well, shit." He said, "So it does."

Sam frowned, confused. Danny's eyes twinkled with mirth as he spun the ring slowly around in her hand.

"…Oh." She said, "I feel really dumb right now."

x

Sam reached over and rang the doorbell on Tucker's front landing. Together the two of them waited for Tucker or his parents to answer. Danny suddenly turned to Sam and gave her wink just as Tucker bounded down the steps and ripped the door open.

Sam only had to wonder for about two seconds what that wink had been all about before the two of them stepped inside.

"Danny. Sam." Tucker greeted, shifting uncomfortably, "So.. how'd everything go..? You know…?"

Danny gave Tucker an alarmingly large smile before enveloping the other teen in an too tight hug. Sam's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as Danny's hands roamed up and down Tucker's body.

"Tuck- You have no idea how great it is to get this off of my chest." Danny told him, pulling back to look at him in the face. Danny's expression was raw and honest, but Sam knew he was faking. She had to bite her tongue not to laugh at how close Danny's face was to Tucker's, and how Tucker was trying - unsuccessfully - to edge out of his grasp. Tucker was trying heroically to not look creeped out by Danny's strange behavior.

"That's- uh- great…" Tucker was stammering, face beet red. Danny kept his face at the perfect distance. Just too close for comfort, his large blue eyes brimming with fake tears.

"And that you two are okay with it." Danny continued, "I don't know why I didn't tell you guys sooner."

"Well, you know we got your back. No matter what. Even if you.. like guys…" Tucker seemed to regain some composure as Danny finally let go of him.

"Great. Now I can suggest what I really want for movie night." Danny hummed, moving with a strange effeminate grace as he walked deeper into Tucker's house, "Like Mean Girls, Magic Mike, and of course Brokeback Mountain."

Sam wondered just how long he was going to keep this act up, thinking it a bit cruel to Tucker.

Tucker frowned, seeming to sense that Sam and Danny were in on a joke that he wasn't party to. The two of them followed Danny into the media room.

"And you just have to meet my super amazing boyfriend." Danny was still talking, waving his hand a little for emphasis, "Once you get past the whole 'I know you're Phantom and I want to expose you and turn you in for money' he's really a keeper."

Sam couldn't help it, she felt the laugh burst out of her. The absurdity of seeing Danny like this was too much. She wondered how she had even pegged Danny as gay in the first place.

Tucker stared at them blankly.

"What?" He managed out, turning to Sam, "What is going on?" He asked weakly.

"Danny's not gay." Sam managed out, "I might have mixed up some facts."

Tucker seemed to deflate, tension flowing out of him. He put a hand on his heart.

"Oh god - Dude, you really had me there for a moment. Not that it would have been bad- you know - I just don't know if I could watch Magic Mike with you. Shit-"

Danny threw his head back and laughed - laughed - at Tucker, who was still stammering. Sam and him laughed for a good few minutes. Even Tucker joined in, before they all gasped for air and sobered.

"But really, guys." Danny wiped his eye with his sleeve, "We have an actual problem to address."

Sam nodded, turning to Tucker.

"What do we know about one Westley Weston?"