Epilogue

The door to the bathroom was a few knocks away from breaking from its hinges and banging to the floor.

Jazz was pissed. No. She was pissed a half hour ago when she knocked on the same door and received the same answer she'd been receiving for an hour now. She was pissed when Danny had told her to give him ten more minutes, and twenty minutes later when she came back, he still wouldn't come out. Now, though; now Jazz was livid.

"Danny!" Jazz was using her whole fist to bang on the door – she was beyond knocking violently now. She wanted to kick the door out of its hinges. "It's been more than a freaking hour! Get out!"

When no reply came, she got even angrier. And the thing is, she knew he was in there, because she would hear the water running, and could see the slight steam escaping from beneath the door.

"That's it, Daniel," Jazz said through gritted teeth. "I'm coming in."

Usually, Danny didn't need to lock the door, because if Jazz ever accidentally walked in on him, he could just go invisible at any moment. She proved to know her brother too well when the knob gave away and she entered the bathroom.

She was greeted with steam as she entered and headed towards the shower stall. She was thankful for the steam, because it was so thick the stall doors were opaque and white, so she could see nothing.

"Danny," Jazz had to prevent herself from growling as she stood in front of the stall. "Get. Out. Now."

A quarter of the stall door slid open as Danny bent his head outside with a panicked look. "Jazz, what the hell?"

"Me what the hell?" Jazz yelled. "You what the hell! You've been in there for over an hour and I've been waiting since morning to take a shower before we went out today!"

"Why don't you just use the bathroom in mom and dad's room?" Danny scoffed, giving her an incredulous look.

"Their bathtub is slippery," she waved off, as if that wasn't even an option. "Besides, you've been in there longer than your average daily hours, and not only are you showering off schedule, but what kind of guy takes this long to shower?"

Jazz was speaking too fast and too angrily that he didn't really catch anything she was saying, but he got the hint that she was furious enough that she could pull him out of the stall by his hair, naked or not.

"Alright, alright, fine," Danny rolled his eyes. "Five minutes." When Jazz looked like she was about to explode again, he hastily added, "I mean it this time. Five more minutes."

"If I come back after five minutes and two seconds and you're still in the shower, I'm calling the cops," she shoved her finger in his face threateningly.

"Okay, got it," Danny was getting very tired from bending down, so he shooed Jazz and added, "Now get out. I'm in the shower. Slightly naked, in case you haven't noticed."

Jazz rolled her eyes and grunted at him in a very angry, unattractive manner, but she stomped out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Danny made sure her footsteps had faded completely before he slid the shower door closed and got back into the stall. Rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding the avalanche of water from the shower head, he grinned sheepishly and said, "Sorry about that."

Sam had been stifling her laughter for the entire time, her back against the stall door as she tried to make herself as invisible as possible and hoping that the steam lining the glass was hiding her from Jazz. She shook her head at him and said, "You said that five times already."

"Well, technically, it's not even my fault," Danny got back into his previous position, before Jazz had barged in on them, leaning close over her as his hands rested on the glass she was leaning on. "It's Jazz's fault. She's the impatient one."

"I don't really blame her," Sam shrugged slightly. "We have been in here for a while. I think she's getting suspicious."

"Oh, yes," Danny said, "because showering with the girlfriend I haven't even told her about yet is the first thing she's going to think I'm doing."

"It will be once we tell her later in the Nasty Burger today," Sam said. "By the way, we really should get out of here or else we'll be late."

"Oh," Danny leaned his body closer to hers so that they were touching, their noses only a few centimeters away from each other. "So, you want to leave?"

Sam wasn't even looking at his eyes anymore. She tried to take them off his lips – his soft lips, dripping with water – and be the responsible one.

But like the first five times, she failed once again.

The lovebirds discovered just how complicated shower sex could be when they heard an abrupt banging on the door and the shrill voice of a very angry and very done teenage girl shrieking, "DANIEL FENTON!"

"Are you kidding me?' Tucker looked like he wanted to bang his fist on the table, like in the movies, but he refrained. "That's it? That's all you're going to tell us?"

Danny and Sam shared a look before they looked back at Tucker. "Um. Yes." Sam said. "What else do you want to know?"

"You've got to be joking," Tucker shook his head, looking offended that Sam would even have to ask that. "'We really bonded over those days abroad together, ended up admitting our feelings for each other, and so we got together'. I'm paraphrasing of course. You said less than that."

Sam gave him a look. "We so said more than that."

"Damn it, Sam," Tucker said. "Spare me the cheesy romantic movie crap and give me the juicy R-rated stuff."

Sam's first instinct was to deliver a kick to Tucker's shin from underneath the table, and Danny's was to burst out laughing as he yelled out in pain and instinctively bent down to rub his sore shin. "Danny, would you put your girlfriend in her place?"

That only earned him another kick to his other shin, which only made Danny laugh harder.

"Wait a minute," Jazz thought aloud to herself, completely ignoring the idiots sitting with her. "Danny and Sam. R-rated." Her eyes then went wide, and it was like a light bulb clicked on over her head as realization dawned on her. "You–"

"Get your mind out of the gutter, you pervert," Sam scoffed at Tucker, pretending not to have noticed the revelation Jazz had come to conclude. "That's none of your business."

Tucker groaned as he leaned back into his seat. "You guys are no fun. I wanted to feel the excitement."

"It's just that, Tuck," Sam turned to Danny with a knowing smirk. "What happens in motels…"

And in airport waiting areas. And in airplanes. And in Chicago. And in Ferris wheels. And in bus station bathrooms. Or in that case in dreams. And on top of that hill by the tree. And in Sam's room. And in Danny's room. And in the shower…

But they didn't need to know all of that.

"… Stays in motels."

A/N: So... There it is! I'm sorry it's so short, but there's only so much you can do in an epilogue to a story like this.

Guys, I am truly speechless at the moment because I am so sad to have to bring this story to an end. I loved writing this so so so much, and this was just one of those 'I have this idea and it must be written down right now', and I'd never actually finished a story that started like that, and so it's a very big accomplishment for me that I managed to finish this story. I also always wanted to write a fic in which Sam and Danny's relationship hinged on anger and fighting and passion being the main emotions tapped, not cheesiness or fluff, so this was a great change than the usual fics and oneshots I write, and I'm so happy with the way it turned out.

And of course, thank you, you awesome readers, for your supports and your wonderful reviews! I will forever love you. Until next time! xxx

~Looka'sMagicHell~