Chapter 1: Kidnapping?
Disclaimer- I do not own Danny Phantom. That's Butch Hartman's deal.
I have no idea where I got this inspiration from but it's a break from all my usual DxS fluff reading.
Sam Manson walked down the street of Amity Park. She took a turn right, than left, right again, left again. She did this as she felt someone following her. Out of the corner of her eye, Sam saw a figure looming in the shadows. She couldn't be sure, but it looked like a blur of black and white.
Quietly ducking into a darkened alleyway, Sam stepped further into the shadows. Breathing heavily, she backed up until her back was firmly against the wall. The thing following her stepped out of the shadows of the dumpster. Her eyes widened.
"Danny..." she whispered. He chuckled, advancing menacingly. Sam's eyes widened more when she saw the ectobeam powering up in his hand. "Danny..." she said a bit louder. "W-what are you d-doing w-w-with that?" Sam stuttered nervously, as the glow brightened. "Danny?"
He raised his hand. "You don't really think that I would be Danny, did you?" Dan Phantom approached her. Her breathing almost stopped. Her heart pounded against her chest so much it almost hurt. He grinned an evil grin. He raised his hand higher. Her breath stopped and her eyes widened to as large as saucers. She screamed before a searing pain shot through her body.
"DANNY!"
Samantha Manson woke up to find herself drenched in sweat, panting in her bed. She looked around and saw darkness. She suddenly remembered it was only a dream. Sam shuddered as she remembered. Ever since she, Danny, and Tucker had defeated Dan Phantom, Sam always had the same nightmare.
Memories of her, Tucker, the Fentons' and Mr. Lancer being tied up to the boiler of the Nasty Burger...memories of Danny fighting Dan, his older evil self...memories of 'Danny' cheating on the C.A.T. tests...memories of real Danny handing the answers to them up to Mr. Lancer...memories of when that all occurred flooded back to her. She remembered when Clockwork sent them to the future and they saw what older Danny did. Sam sighed, shaking the thoughts away.
'It wasn't really Danny,' she thought. 'It was older Danny. Dan. Evil Danny. Danny would never do that.' (A/N: Way too much thinking of Danny, eh Sam? Lol)
The Next Day
Sam groaned as her alarm clock blared out her favorite Goth station. Why was she so tired? Hadn't she only fallen asleep at 12? Sam remembered she woke up, drenched in sweat, after having the infamous nightmare haunting her. She only fell asleep an hour and a half later, after having calmed down. Grumbling to herself, she smacked the clock and it quieted. Rubbing her eyes, she rolled out of bed, threw her legs over the side of it and stood up.
Half-asleep, she walked over to her closet. Not paying attention to what she picked out, she threw on a black spaghetti-strap tank top, with little sleeves with camouflage on it, and a pair of camo pants. Grabbing her favorite combat boots, she pulled on socks and then her boots.
Standing up, she looked in the mirror and for the first time in the 10 minutes it took her to get ready, she saw her outfit. Nodding in approval, she walked over to the door, opened it, and ran down the stairs. She grabbed her backpack and an apple before checking her watch. It read 7:30. 'Good,' she thought. 'I have enough time to get to class.'
After eating her apple, she threw out the remainder and looked at her watch. 7:35. "Well, nice to know it takes 5 minutes to eat a damned apple." she said to no one in particular.
"Well, it is nice to know, isn't it?" a familiar voice said. Turning around, she came to face Jazz Fenton, sister to one of her best friend's.
"Jazz?" Sam questioned, confused. "I didn't hear you come in. How long have you been here?"
"Your butler guy let me in a few seconds ago." Jazz said.
"Not to be rude or anything, but why are you here?"
"Well, I noticed how glum you've been..." -"You just noticed? Jazz, what part of 'Goth' do you not understand?"- "and I decided you needed a little fun!"
"Fun?" Sam questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Jazz, I have school in - check watch- 10 minutes. I don't have time for fun." Jazz smiled at her. "I called you in sick. I said your mom said to watch over you." "And since when do you, Jasmine Fenton, get people out of school?...Not that I'm complaining or anything..."
"Since I, Samantha Manson, noticed how sad my baby brother's crush is." She smiled when she saw her anger from her saying her full first name turn into shock at the last statement. "Now, let's go. If this is going to work, we need to start right away!"
"What's going to work?" yelled Sam, but Jazz had already grabbed her hand, dragging her to the car.
A/N: Well, it was going to be a oneshot, but I decided to leave you hanging. :) Sorry about the darkness and strangeness of Sam's dream. I was listening to a rock song, so I guess it just came to me. :) Anyway, please review! And I'll update the Vlad story tomorrow or later tonight!
