AN: This is my first ever Danny Phantom fic and be warned it may seem to be a really controversial pairing. But I won't spoil the surprise! Hell you probably don't even need to scroll down to figure it out. As many of you can figure out a line break signals a change in POV but just to be safe. It will most likely remain a two-shot. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: do I really need to go through this every time? Yes? Ok.

I do not own Danny Phantom- that honor goes to Butch Hartman and those at Nickelodeon

Summary: He had never before encountered a girl like her; not ghost or human. As he thought on it two years later Aragon could still not forget her face.

Genre: General/Romance

He had never before encountered a girl like her; not ghost or human. As he thought on it two years later Aragon could still not forget her face. The face of his would-be princess was engraved in his minds eye, and it seemed she had forced a permanent home there. The face of the idealistic Sam Manson would forever haunt him. Her confident smirk from atop his sister's back as the two fought him stirred things within him he thought lost long before he'd made it to the afterlife.

It had taken a great length of time, but his sister had begun to trust him enough to allow him his place back as prince.

Now as Aragon watched the eerie green sky of the ghost zone swirl above him, he found himself drifting further into thought over the dark human girl. As much as he wished to have her for his own he knew it would always be nothing more than a dream. She belonged to Phantom; the halfa that not one ghost would dare to oppose.

"You are thinking of her again aren't you brother?"

His sister's hesitant voice snapped him from his reverie and he responded with an indignant snort; this made him sound much like the dragon he truly was.

"Does it matter?"

"I suppose not. But human hearts are fickle brother. It could matter in the future."

She left as silently as she came, her natural inclination as a princess still ever present. The human saying 'old habits die hard' came to mind briefly and it was true in far more ways than one. Nowadays he despised having forced Dora to remain such a submissive character.

"Phantom would be a fool to let a female like her go."

He knew very well that his sister was no longer with him, and that he spoke only to himself. At that moment he simply did not care. The little human goth girl was more what he wanted than he'd realized. Now he wanted her back. He knew he would never have her so long as she was Phantom's woman.

Dora sighed as she shook her head. She couldn't stand to see her brother this way, despite their horrific past. She knew the human girl had left quite an impression on Aragon; the girl had left an impression on all of them. It had been two years now though, and the prince was still utterly obsessive when it came to the black haired female.

Tapping her finger to her chin she made a decision. And so Dora once more donned her human alias and made a swift escape through the Fenton Portal. It was about three am in the human world but she was going to find the girl that preoccupied her brother. It took about twenty minutes but she was successful in her search. Turning intangible she only reappeared in front of the sleeping female.

Her presence seemed to disturb the goth and she swiftly clapped her hand over the girls mouth as she made to scream.

"No, no, no. It's me, Dora."

"Dora? W-what are you..do-doing here? It's… three am."

She had been having a particularly nice dream and Dora had given her a terrible startle. She had become quite close friends with the dragon ghost princess and was worried by her sudden appearance.

"I need to talk to you, its important."

"In the middle of the night? What- did Aragon escape the ghost zone to come after me or something?"

Sam noted the flash through the ghostly woman's eyes and pursed her lips slightly. The expression that had flashed across Dora's face indicated that had the woman been drinking something it would now be across her bed and she would be drenched.

"Well… no. but it is about my brother."

"What about him is so important that you couldn't wait until the waking hours of the human world? I gave you a watch the last time you visited didn't I?"

She yawned again and stretched out her arms over her head, her body stretching much like that of a cat. Her ebony black hair was in utter disarray and she looked as if she'd just been picked up by a tornado and spit back out. She yawned again, and was briefly thankful that she hadn't done so in the middle of speaking for a second time.

"The prince has changed Sam."

"Changed? Riiight… and what am I supposed to do about it? Jump up and organize a parade for him?"

Dora gave her an odd stare at the comment but Sam shrugged it off. She didn't care much for other people's opinion as it was, never mind a ghost that decided to wake her in the middle of the night. She was having such a wonderful dream too…

"He has. I've even given him his amulet back."

"You did what?!"

Sam stared incredulously at Dora and it was all she could do to not attempt and strangle the ghostly female.

"What the bloody hell, in all the worlds, made you do that!?"

She was wide awake now, looking back and forth as if the dark dragon would spring up and swallow her whole. She leapt from her bed and moved around her room, pulling on a black hooded sweater Danny had given her for her birthday.

"He misses you Sam."

"Misses me? Yeah right. More like he wants me back so he can punish me for freeing your kingdom… or whatever it is."

"I see you're going to be difficult."

"Yep."

"Is there not one thing I could do or say to convince you?"

"Nope."

Sam shrugged and opened the window for her visitor. She crossed her arms over her chest and craned her head to the side, motioning for the dragon to leave.

"Now if you please… and even if you don't… I have school tomorrow and would like more than a total of three hours sleep."

She watched as Dora sighed and shook her head before flying out the window. She yawned again and fell back on her bed with a plop, wide awake after that conversation. Aragon of all people, or ghosts rather, missing her was absolutely ridiculous. The most the male could ever want with her would be revenge. Dora had become a very good friend but right now she was utterly furious with the ethereal woman. Eventually she returned to the realm of sleep, unaware that she was still being watched.

It was unreal, completely unbelievable that he had been thinking of the female and Phantom arrives. The boy had appeared with a scowl on his face as if he'd been able to read Aragon's thoughts towards the human girl. The ghostly prince then decided he wouldn't be surprised to hear Phantom had developed such a power.

"I have left your world in peace. What do you want here Phantom?"

"Stay away from Sam."

At this Aragon nearly fell over but managed to retain his composure. He fingered his ring absently, a nervous habit he'd picked up since his defeat.

"Do you think I wish to harm her?"

"No. I know you wish to have her."

He sighed and brushed what he could call hair from his face. He wondered briefly how Phantom had found out before deciding it didn't matter much in the long run. No ghost would dare lay a finger, or any other sort of appendage, on anything the halfa cared for in the least. No, not even something he didn't care for; Phantom defended even those.

"Does it matter Phantom? Every being in the ghost zone is aware that she is yours."

He noted the smirk the fifteen year old half ghost bore and for a split second wished to strike it from his face.

"Don't come near her."

"You've no need to worry towards my harming her."

He sent a sharpened gaze towards the boy and narrowed his eyes. He craned his head side to side, and allowed his fangs to appear.

"I will tell you this though Phantom. Should you ever hurt her… I will end your existence myself."

He knew he could never have her. No matter how he wished to take her as his own and keep her as his princess. She would never agree and despite his threat, he knew Phantom would destroy him.

"I'll keep that in mind."

The conversation that had felt like an hour, and in reality was only about five minutes, ended as quickly as it had begun. Aragon leaned back against an old burnt tree, a place he'd become partial to, and found himself once more staring at the swirling vortex of the ghost zone that surrounded them. If only in his dreams, she would be his princess. The idealistic human girl called Sam Manson; the one girl who he realized was the only one to truly deserve to be a princess. He allowed himself to rest, to fall into sleep so that once more he could go to a place where she was his princess.

AN:

Like? Hate? Don't really care? Let me know what you think! I started this in the middle of the night. I'm sure all you authors out there understand the nagging feeling of an idea that won't go away.

Ja ne!

-Cherry-Blossom-Love