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Like most teenagers during the summer, Sam, Danny and Tucker enjoyed going to the beach.

To a lesser extent, so did Jazz, who had agreed to drive them there and "supervise"; of course, that was quickly forgotten with the momentary cautions of Don't wander off! and NO GHOST FIGHTING!, and then Jazz was off to the marine biology museum with her notebook and trusty pink pen.

So they were left by themselves at the beach house to change. Sweet.

Except for the minute that Sam opened her backpack she could have sworn that tiny hearts erupted from it, along with a perfume so sickeningly sweet that she could have hurled.

"I. Am. Not. WEARING. THIS."

And so she grabbed her best friends' wrists, after closing her backpack ("Augh! The smell! How will I get it out?") and dragged them to the nearby swim shop. Then she deposited them on the benches while she went to go find something in something a little more dark.

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She shivered a little more, and wrapped herself in his shirt after a very long moment.

Because she didn't really care what Tucker thought -- and she wanted the rest of the world to know...

"Danny..." She looked at him, softly, pleadingly. "Can we... go... um, flying? Please? Well, you'll be the one flying, and if you don't want to take me that's fine and I'm completely fine with it--"

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He was already reaching for her hand and looking up and down the beach to see if there was anyone there.

It was empty. The beach wasn't as nice there near the bay so towards the evening, it was empty, unlike the public beaches near the boardwalk.

Sam probably felt lighter than the air itself and that was because she was, when Danny took her hand. His flight was more of a hover as he couldn't fly fast without transforming, but he kind of wanted it to be slow.

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Sam got the feeling in her stomach that she was falling, except she wasn't.

She smiled at Danny and then at the sea below them... and then at the sunset behind them. "Oh..."

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The was setting over the land, but the light spread out and touched the water below them.

Then the light was going through them as Danny made them both invisible. Just so no one else would see.

"...You know, whenever you want to fly, al you have to do is ask. I mean, you've flown with me before, but usually because you were hurled off a bridge or something."

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Sam looked down at herself. She could still see vague, blue-ish white outlines of herself, but only if she squinted. The light was going straight through her.

It was weird. And amazing.

"I know, but... but it's yours. I mean. The powers and stuff." She looked down. "I don't want to ... I mean, this is like your thing, and I don't want to ... impose."

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"It's...I guess it kind of is my thing. I mean, I'm not much good at anything else--and don't tell me I'm being hard on myself, because it's true. But this is...everybody's else's thing. Yours, Tucker's, Jazz's, my mom's and my dad's--everyone in Amity Park. It belongs to everyone. I...kind of belong to everyone, even if they hate me."

A pause. "But I belong to you, especially. So, if you want to...just ask."

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She smiled and squeezed his hand. Which she could still apparently do while they were both transparent. Cool.

"Thank you," she said, sincerely, and watched the pink clouds on the horizon mellow out into yellow and orange.