Hi, y'all! I know you're pretty mad at me for not updating for a long time, but please…don't kill me.

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Danny looked down at the cuffs connecting them and swore. Loudly. Sam raised her eyebrows. She did not know Danny even knew Danny knew how to swear.

Danny grabbed her around the waist and flew her up through the building. Though Sam was used to the sensation by now, she had to suppress a scream. He had never flown that quickly before with her.

Danny flew until he was fifteen feet above the school and then he turned around quickly. Sam felt herself grow dizzy and slightly nauseous. This condition was made worse when Danny saw Skulker. You! Danny shouted. He flew towards Skulker and unleashed an ectoplasm blast.

Or at least, tried to. Danny had unfortunately chosen his left hand, which turned out to be the one with the cuff on it. So all he succeeded in doing was dropping Sam, nearly frying her brain and getting dragged down in midair with her. This time Sam did yell.

Skulker laughed uproariously. Why, if it isn't the whelp and his mate?

Danny grunted as he pulled Sam up. By twisting her and his arm around, they managed to get in a position with Sam piggy-backing Danny. Furious at this point, Danny yelled, Look, she's not my girlfriend, mate, lover or…anything else. She's just a friend. What are you doing here anyway?

Skulker laughed more. I was here to collect your pelt for my décor, but I think your pretty friends eyeballs will be much more of an improvement. He began shooting blasts at them rapidly.

She ducked so she would be less of a target. I don't know whether to be flattered, or grossed out. Sam said thoughtfully. Then she got an idea. She dug around in her pocket for something, poking Danny in the process.

What are you doing? Danny hissed, dodging and ectoplasm net.

Just fly as close to Skulker as you can. Sam said, readying her weapon. Danny rolled his eyes, but did so. When they were within three feet of him, Sam unleashed the Fenton cat o'nine tails.

What is this infernal contraption? Skulker exclaimed, fighting against the bonds that held him.

Way to go, Sam! Danny said, clearly impressed.

Sam smiled, handed him the handle of the weapon and took the Fenton thermos out of her bag. Skulker was in it quickly and they returned to class.

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Danny was grumbling. Sam was dragging him away fom his beloved hot food to the salad line. Danny, there is no way you are getting me to go near that… cooked carcass! The line almost made him go to the salad bar by free will. Almost.

Tucker was waiting for him at the table. He was holding a sloppy Joe. The smile on his face could not have been bigger.

Danny nearly started crying.

Sam looked at him sympathetically, then dug into her lettuce salad.

Danny tried to grab his fork to eat his own unwanted salad, but he couldn't control it. With the weight of Sam's hand and the heavy plastic cuffs, he just couldn't eat. Danny tried again using his left hand, but he was super clumsy eating with that and couldn't spear a vegetable. Sam took pity on him. Do you need help?

Danny gave her Bambi eyes and nodded pathetically. Sam smiled and fed him using her fork. They smiled at each other and blushed before looking away.

Tucker rolled his eyes. Lovebirds.

WE ARE NOT LOVEBIRDS!

Yes, They are getting along, aren't they. Time to kill the happy in the next chapter.