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The full moon brought new perspective to the small town. Far to her left she could see the giant half hill that rose, a kind of make out point for teenagers, since it was the only other place that you could possible see the whole town. To her right stood the school and the hospital, conveniently located close to each other.

As she waited for Danny she felt the wind blow through her hair, and flutter across her cheeks, and she was struck suddenly with the urge to fly. So she stood up, brushed off her butt and jumped over the edge of the bell tower and straight towards the ground. Half way down, with her arms flaying out at her sides fingers wide open, Sam thought maybe it was best to stop falling. She squeezed the fingers of her left hand together, and focused. And not but fifty feet off the ground she felt something warm and plastic-y in her hand, soon she felt in shoot of out her hand and open up.

She was roughly jerked up, not twenty feet from the ground; by the sudden opening of the umbrella she had conjured. So as the wind carried her through the air, she felt as certain calmness over take her. "Oh yeah, it's good being me! Who said Mary Poppins was the only person who could do this crap?"

Her voice rang out over the empty sky, as she floated over the town, and then, some one answered, "I thought you said you weren't you were going to use your powers where people could see you."

Sam almost let go of the umbrella; but she had years of practice with Danny. She swung herself around, twisting the umbrella and steadied herself as her eyes focused on Danny. He stood there, or floated there, with his arms crossed and an unusually grim smirk adorned his face.

"Felt like a change, beside it's ten at night; I'm just a bird in the sky to them."

"Birds move faster." His smirk melted into a smile and his ghost green light up with humor at her statement.

She focused, and before long a small propeller popped out of the top of the umbrella and started spinning. She did a few dips and turns in the air to practice before she returned to face Danny. He clapped and then slowly started drifting past her. Sighing she followed; she had no other choice.

"So…what with the get up?" Danny gave her a once over and gave her a pointed look. "Going on a date?"

Sam looked down at her clothing. She had forgone the short skirt and sleeveless shirt for a thick black and red hoodie, at least four sizes too big for her, and a black petticoat skirt, with thick black leggings and five inch black strap heels to complete her look. "Yes, actually…why? Think it's a little to…much?" She gave him a threatening look.

"No...No you look…different, I mean in a good way…yeah." He looked away and blushed as they both started a slow descend towards the more…alive part of town.

When they both touched down in an alleyway, in the center of Casper City, so named due to the fact that most of its businesses catered to the high schoolers and early twenties inhabitants of Amity. The section of about five square blocks contain mainly dance clubs, illegal bars, and other venues of a more…adult and…sexual nature.

"So…why are we here?" Danny changed back into his human form and started walking out of the alley but was stopped by Sam's hand.

"We're here because you need a social life, and because I need to relax…oh, and remember we promised to meet Tucker here?" Sam said with a slightly snappy tone. She had reminded Danny about this three times in the last week.

His face said it all to her, "…and by the look on your face I can see you totally forgot. So here put these on," she pulled a wad of dark clothing out of her pocket and pushed it against his chest.

He gave her a questioning look. "Oh for God sakes Danny, I've seen you without a shirt or pants on, grow up. Besides these clothes aren't going to be hiding much."

After sputtering out a few feeble protests Danny quietly slipped the clothing on and took her hand. She pulled him out into the streets, all of which were busy and alive, with people and the neon signs of the multiple clubs. They walked down the street together, arm and arm, both getting far too many cat calls.

"Why are we doing this?" Danny said after jabbing yet another person with his elbow.

"because Tucker's uncle own one of these clubs…this one to be exact and," Sam showed the man special passes and walked right into the chest vibrating beat, music filled room. "You need to get all your angry out."

"What anger?" Danny yelled as they went up two flights of stairs to the top level of the club; the VIP section.

"Your anger at Dash for using you to blow a load then leave without a "call me"."

"I hate it when you read my mind."

"I love you too." They showed a bodyguard their passes and were then escorted to a special room, where you could see everything, but everything couldn't even come close to seeing you. When the door was opened and they walked in they were instantly greeted by a very enthusiast and very scantily clad Valerie.

"OMG, is this not the coolest place you have ever seen!" she went on and on bouncing around the entire room at a speed that did not seem normal.

When they had both walked into the room and were further greeted by Paulina and a few other people that tucker had invited. They talked pleasantries with a few people who were from the AV club, (all very sexy looking in their hooker clothing), and then went to find tucker.

Sam and Danny found tucker sitting on a bar stool on the far side of the room. The room itself was classical designing, dark wood, low lighting, and comfy deep cushioned chairs. And an entire wall and the floor was a one way mirror, so they had a view of every level of the club.

"Yo, Danny, Sam…nice get up. Seriously." Tucker smiled at them when they sat down on either side of him.

"Same to you." Sam gave tucker a once over. Dressed in tight leather all over, tucker had exchanged his normal red wool hat for a leather black one…is that a whip?

"Thanks…Danny…what, and why are you wearing that?" Tucker looked at Danny's outfit with his glasses off. The shirt was no more than a tight long sleeved piece of gauze you could see right through, and the pants were so low and so loose and almost as see through as the shirt; it really shouldn't have been legal for any guy to look this hot. "Dude, you look really hot. Like really, really hot." Danny blushed. "Every single guy straight or gay will be after you."

Danny blushed again and mumbled a quick "thanks Tuck," before Paulina and Valerie dragged him out of the room and down to the dance floor, and slowly more and more people left until it was just tucker and Sam and the heavy beat in the background.

"So…any particular reason why you wanted to see me, on a Friday night in the middle of my uncle's club…when I'm trying to work?" tucker went behind the empty bar and pulled out a glass filling it with water and handing it to Sam.

"well…maybe I just wanted to cut loose, I mean come on, I look great," as she said this she pulled the zipper of her hoodie down to reveal a strapless corseted top, that surprisingly revealed very little skin.

"Yes you look great but still Sam, I could have been working tonight, my family needs that money."

"I'll compensate, but tucker surely there has to be a better way for you to make money…I mean anything, but being a…a…" she waved her hand in circular motion.

"A whore. I am a prostitute. Just say it Sam. I sell my body for money to make money for my barely getting by family," Tucker snapped.

"Surely there is something−"

"Like what? All my clothing is second hand, my tech is all school funded, we rent the apartment, we don't own a TV or phone, no gas appliances, Sam what the hell am I supposed to do, my parents pay for just about everything, but this job money helps us…we could actually afford a second hand microwave in a few weeks."

"Tucker I'll buy you furniture and a microwave and a God damn country if you want! But this is not an argument I'm going to have with you; again." She stood up from the bar and walked over to the giant mirror. Pressing her fingertips against the glass she traced a heart in the condensation of her breath. "Anyways Tucker, the reason I've brought Danny is I want him to forget about Dash; and this is the only way I can think of."

Tucker's face dropped at her words and he quickly went over to her side and put his hand on her shoulder. "Oh no, Sam please don't tell me they…" he voice died away.

She shut her eyes and turned away from the mirror; she slowly nodded. "They didn't go…go all the way but they went far enough for Danny to believe Dash felt the same, and far enough for Dash to be in a state of mental chaos."

"This is a disaster." Tucker's hand slid off of Sam's shoulder; he walked over to a chair and dropped himself into it. "Poor Danny."

"Poor Dash…I wanted this to work out for them," she sighed and slid down the glass looking at Tucker. "But maybe it was just too soon for them right? They could still work out right?'

"Right. Besides its Friday, come on Sam, let's go have a little fun, show those high schoolers you're sexier than you let on." He stood with a smile and helped pull her up.

"Yeah, you're right…let's go find you a good customer, I hear Connor Johnston just broke up with his girlfriend, you should 'comfort' him." They both giggled as they walked out of the room and into the wild fray.

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At two in the morning both Danny and tucker had walked home, waving goodbye to Sam. Said girl stood on the streets, in the same spot for a very long time, so long that all the clubs had closed, the people simply disappeared, and the weak light of first dawn had eclipsed the cold lifeless streets.

Sam slowly raised her left hand and squeezed her fingers together to form a fist, and felt the familiar feeling of warm plastic and metal. As the breeze around her slowly picked up speed, she felt her cloths become less heavy, her heels felt less pressure, her skirts got less puffy, her strapless grew straps and her hair took the familiar pony tail. Her old clothing and combat boots were on her and her umbrella was carrying her home.

When the wind picked her up and she slowly felt herself being carried towards her house she felt a little more at peace with herself. And when she landed on the wet grass of her backyard she felt the turmoil of her insides calm down, home always helped. She looked up the sides of her house to find her window; when found she drew her hands up in front of her and mimicked the act of unlocking and opening her window.

Looking up to her now open window, she felt herself winning the battle against gravity as she was lift into the air and right through her window and onto the floor of her bedroom, booty first.

"Got to work on that landing." She mumbled to herself as she rubbed her sore bottom. She walked into her bathroom and stripped down, turning on her bathwater she slowly got ready for her definitely deserved bath. As she slipped into the boiling hot water she released a sigh of pleasure. Ah, to be rich and powerful…it really does take it out of you at the end of the day…or night.

Slowly she slip into a comfy state of "resting her eyes" letting the hot water heal her hurt and pain, both inside and out until she was−

GONG! GONG! GONG! GONG! GONG!GONG!GONG!

(Sam's POV)

Her eyes snapped open. All of the glass bottles against her wall shattered, the mirror cracked, and her bathwater went from pleasantly warm, to scalding hot….

"Okay little buddy, I'm done for now, you can take a break." As soon as the last word was out of her mouth the pencil dropped onto the paper; lifeless. She picked up the pencil, marked her page, and slid off the branch, closing her eyes. She felt the rush of air going passed her and felt her butt hit a soft surfaced and heard the quiet chatter of a moderately expensive restaurant in the down town part of Amity known as Aziza.

"Bout time you got here Sam, where have you been?" She opened her eyes to look into the face of none other than Danny Fenton.

"Sorry Danny…I was…stuck, in a tree…arguing with a squirrel." She smoothed her napkin on her lap as she said this, pulling her chair a little closer to the table.

"who won?" they both stared at one another and burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay…so what about this place? I think it's nice." Danny replied. For the first time since she had landed, Sam took notice of her surroundings. The restaurant was dimly lit, and soft music was playing the background; a mixture of jazz and classical, like Rhapsody in Blues. The style of the restaurant was simple but elegant, the walls were a dark cream color, to match the table cloths, and their table was light by a collection of four or five different colored candles. The furniture was dark wood and soft brown and green velvet.

The walls and ceiling were also decorated with quite a few vines, of many different colors that crawled along the walls, several absolutely spectacular water features added to the serenity of the music. "…I like it, very modern, but still chic. Now let's try the menu." Each table had a small flower decorated button in the middle, a very futuristic way of calling for a waiter or waitress.

When their waiter came and they had both ordered their food, Sam thought it might have been the best time to bring up…the issue. "Danny…how do I put this…they said no."

"Who said no?"

"City council."

"Wh-why? What we asked for was perfectly reasonable…I can't think of a single issue they would have with the plans, I mean I know they're snotty arrogant bastards but−"

"−Danny! Language−"

"−but still, you would think they would be a little more sensitive." Danny gave a huff and crossed his arms; pouting.

"well if you want me to−" the waiter set their food in front of them, "−thank you, anyway I can go personally to city hall…I'm sure with a little persuasion I can convince them." She took in a bite of her food; and moaned. "Yes Danny, this is the restaurant."

"Oh my god, yes it is." He closed his eyes as he took his second bite.

"Mmmmmmm…after this, you need to meet tucker at Marusuki, and I will go talk to city hall, okay? Good…oh my God this is heaven on a plate."

When they had both finished, they sat at the table and talked for a few minutes until the bill arrived; when Danny reached into his pocket for his wallet Sam put her hand on the small slip of paper. "You're late, no get going. I'll pay for this round, but Danny you owe me one."

"Thank you Sam, see ya." He said the last few words over his shoulder as he ran out of the restaurant. Sam laughed to herself and pulled out her notebook and pencil.

"Miss?"

Sam continued to read her notes without looking up. "Yes?"

"Will you need anything else?"

"No, no I think I'm…" she dropped off, as she raised her head from her book to look at her waitress. It was Jasmine. "Jasmine! Hey! How are you? Sit, sit…so, seriously, how are you?"

Jasmine graceful sat down in the chair Danny had previously occupied, and gave Sam a relaxed smile. "I'm fine, I just got back from college, and I'll be staying for an…unknown amount of time, since…well ya know," She smiled softly.

"Yeah I know…isn't it just so−"

"−Romantic?" they sighed in unison, both placing their hands over their hearts. Both giggled to themselves, and began to talk about the events that were to happen over the next few days.

Suddenly a man appeared next to the table. "Jasmine, I'm sorry but can we get your help on tables one and four, I know you're on your break but…please?" he clapped his hands into a prayer sign and gave her the puppy dog stare.

Jasmine sighed, "fine," she stood. "See you soon Sam, call me." She bent down and gave the girl a hug.

"Yeah, okay, bye Jasmine." As the red head made her way to the kitchen's entrance Sam turned back to face the now empty seat.

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