I do not own anything related to Danny Phantom, Jake Long: American Dragon, or TMNT. I am writing on the basis everyone knows this story is for fun, and that I own nothing. I repeat I own nothing. Enjoy!

Sam kept fidgeting in her chair, she was going back. Last summer had been one to go down in history, of course she couldn't let that happen though, and now she was in a plane, flying back to NYC. Last summer had been crazy, and only she, a dead dude miles beneath the ground, two immortal creatures, and possibly an American Dragon knew anything about. Sam fingered the blue jewel around her neck with a smile. She was going back, and couldn't be happier.

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Sam couldn't sit still the whole flight. She was so excited, so, so excited. Her skateboard was waiting patiently in her suitcase, passing the time before they hit the streets together again. Sam grinned remembering her upcoming rematch with Spud, she would so totally cream him, no doubt about it. Spud thought he could beat her, but she was Queen of the Wheels, the best.

"Attention, passengers, we will be landing in New York City in 10 minutes. Thank you for flying Air 1!" A chipper attendant called over the intercom, and Sam's usually nonexistent smile grew. After waiting patiently, not really, Sam jumped up, grabbed the two bags stashed above her head, and exited the plane with growing anticipation.

"Oh, isn't this lovely? Back in the Big Apple, how exciting!" Mrs. Manson smiled, leading the way to the waiting limo. Sam rolled her eyes at the repeat of history, some things never changed. The minute dear Mother was shown an inch of royalty, A.K.A the waiting limo, all her issues seemed to disappear. If you hadn't been on the plane with them, you never would have known that Mrs. Manson had been yelling about having a non fluffy pillow up in first class. But the past was the past, and Sam's slow drive to the mansion was one of the most excruciating waiting periods Sam had ever endured. She would've rather have just skated out of the airport, not have taken a drive back to the mansion when her friends were on the other side of town! The limo drove her and her parents slowly toward the waiting mansion, and after a family lunch, "Because," Mrs. Manson had explained patiently. "that it what the proper people do.", and after unloading her few suitcases and bringing them up to the bright yellow bedroom Sam grabbed her board and hit the streets. She had demanded that her parents book them on an early flight, just so she'd have time to skate with her friends the minute she got into town, and now she was headed to surprise them. She hadn't told any of her NYC friends she was coming, she was just planning to show up at the indoor skate park (because she had been banned from the outdoor one), challenge spud to a rematch, cream him, and take a bow.

Or something like that.

But she was trying to surprise them, so she let herself coast down the sidewalk with a grin. The wind whipped up her hair in a tangle, and a laugh was snatched by the wind. Doing a flip 360, Sam skidded to a stop in front of the skate park's building. This was the home of a few thousand memories, and a few accomplished advanced skateboard moves. Kicking the board up into her hand, Sam entered the building. She had to wince as an amateur wiped out on on a huge half pipe, and as another lost his board trying to flip kick.

"Yo, Girl, you gonna pay or what?" A gruff voice demanded, and Sam turned to pay the park fee and then skated on in. Weither her friends knew it or not, skating was one of her favorite things. It was freeing, natural, and fun. After making sure she could still actually ride with a few ollies and rail slides, she hit the the real pipes, stairs, and her absolute favorite, the obstacle courses. Sam loved the challenges they presented, or in her case didn't, and loved running them, easy peasy. Skating up a wave wall, Sam caught sight of a familiar face, and turned her board to slide in his general direction.

"Yo, Spud! You ready for that rematch?" She called with a wave.

"Sam?" He called surprised. "Sam!" He laughed, popping his board on the floor and skating over to the goth on wheels. "Whatcha doin' back up here?" He asked smiling as he hugged the girl.

"Family vacation, one I insisted on." Sam replied with a knowing smile.

"Well, welcome back, girl! The courts don't have much competition besides for you, so it's never as much fun around here without you." Spud replied with a grin. "So you wanna-"

"Spud! Come on, dude, we have to get going!" A feminine voice snapped, and another skater rolled on up. "Oh my gosh! Sam! How've you been, welcome back, ahh!" She screamed excitedly, jumping off her board to run and hug the goth girl.

"Trix!" Sam laughed in response, hopping off her skateboard to hug the oncoming girl.

"Oh my gosh, it's Sam! Sam, I can't believe it! Did you do what I told you concerning your parents?" Trixie asked becoming immediately serious. Sam sighed in response.

"Yes I did, and got to see Metal Rock in concert, you are a genius, Trix." Sam laughed.

"I know it, I know it." Trixie replied, going to grab her board. "So, I heard you two still have some unfinished business." Trixie began with a mischievous smile.

"Who? For what?" Spud asked confused.

"You two, idiot! You and Sam still have that rematch, duh soup for brains. I know you'll never be in Samantha Manson's league, but you think you can take her, Rusty?" Trixie asked with a smirk.

"Anytime, any day." Spud replied with all seriousness.

"Cool, so you two ready to rumble?" Trixie asked, leading the way to one of the obstacle tracks.

"Definitely. Which one?" Sam asked with a grin. She would cream Spud, it was her destiny.

"The race track, obstacle combo. Half pipes, stairs, rails, empty stretches, and only one place for a victor. You ready, Girl? Ready Spud?" Trixie asked as she pulled them up to what appeared to be a starting line.

"Cool." Spud nodded, bracing himself for the race ahead.

"Whenever you're ready." Sam replied, also getting ready.

"GO!" Trixie shouted, and the racers were off. Spud took the lead, running the 3 half pipes in his sleep. Sam breezed by with her quick rail slides, she was a genius on getting her board to ease up on the friction whereas most skaters just drive boards into the rail, and hopped the last staircase without a rail with ease. She took the wave wall, and coasted at the start of the empty stretch. Seeing Spud about to breeze by, Sam kicked up some speed, giving it all she had. Spud ground his foot down with each push, trying to keep up, but one misplaced kick sent him sprawling and Sam calmly coasted into the winners circle with a bow.

"Thank you, thank you." She smiled, hopping off to go see if Spud was okay. "Good race, dude." She grinned, helping him stand up.

"Next time, got that Sam?" He groaned.

"Of course, whatever keeps the tears at bay." She grinned, and caught a glance at her watch. It was almost dinner time, and her mom was going to freak when she didn't show up for the family meal. This was something the "proper" people did, ate every meal together, even had brunch together, which was driving Sam crazy being with her parents all the time now. They were getting paranoid or something. "Look, I gotta scoot, my parents are gonna freak when I don't get home soon." Sam sighed, kicking her board into her hand.

"Not so fast, Girl." A voice interrupted her, and Sam turned to find a skater standing behind her. He had spiked black hair, a black tank that showed his muscles, and he was wearing camo cargo pants. His board was black with a silver skull and cross bones for decoration. But Sam suspected it was more than decoration, more like a message to any who'd mess with him. Which was Sam was gonna do anyway.

"What's up? And my name is not 'Girl' half brain, it's Sam. Got that?" She replied, steeling her odd purple eyes in a threatening glare.

"You think you got some fight, Girl? Well, can it. You're gonna race me, got that? I'm the best around here, and I make sure to let every new-be know that."

"Haven't beat me, but you wanna race? Let's race." Sam replied, a smirk entering her voice.

"Third track, Black Hole Canyon." He replied, pointing to a new track Sam hadn't seen.

"Black Hole?" Sam repeated.

"Black Hole." He replied with a smug expression.

"Let's do this." Sam replied, heading in the direction of the race course.

"You don't know what you're up against." He laughed, and they came up to a wide doorway that showed a dark black expanse beyond it. "This is the Black Hole Canyon, can you see in the dark?" He laughed, and Sam gulped in apprehension.

"Racers ready?" Trixie asked solemnly. The two skaters nodded. "GO!" She shouted, and the two were off. Sam was immediately enveloped in darkness, and quickly was slammed into a wall. Groping around in the darkness for her board, Sam got up and was able to navigate pass a staircase and a rail, but was slammed down by a half pipe.

"Help me." Sam whispered in fright as the other racer hooted with laughter. She knew he'd run this track before, knew he'd memorized it, and knew he was simply circling her, laughing. The blue crystal around her neck gave a faint shimmer, and then suddenly Sam found herself with echo location and night vision. The hoots from the other racer bounced off the obstacles, and Sam could see everything now. A smile growing on her face, Sam started off again, carefully navigating her way around so it wouldn't become apparent she was having to rely on supernatural forces. She switched off the night vision so she could be running a course for real, and carefully flew down a half pipe and flipped while in the air.

"Oh no you don't!" The other racer growled as Sam hit a stretch she knew to be the last part of the course. Giving it all she had, Sam pushed herself and kicked and pushed off and ran past the finish line, right in front of Mr. I'm The Best. "How'd you do that? You cheated, didn't you?" He demanded.

"I'm going home now." Sam replied, planning on coming back tomorrow to run Black Hole Canyon again.

"Oh no you're not, you're racing me again." The racer demanded.

"I said no thank you."

"Girl." He growled, and grabbed the back of her shirt as Sam turned to leave.

"Do. Not. Touch. Me." Sam ground out, turning to punch him in the jaw and stomp down on his foot in pure lady like fashion. The other racer swore, and with a quick jerk Sam hopped on her board and got out of their as fast as she could.

The racer was right behind her on his.

Sam twisted in and out out of streets, played a round of obstacle courses with him, but he was yelling and swearing the entire time. Sam let out a yelp as a construction zone approached, a huge barrier keeping her from falling down a sewer entrance. An idea formed, and she raced toward the danger zone, jumping the barrier as her board raced under and the two fell down into stinky darkness.