I own nothing related to Danny Phantom or the American Dragon, I am writing this story under the assumption everyone knows this is for fun and enjoyment and I own nothing.

Sam stared out the window of the plane, completely bored. Her parents had decided to have a family vacation, but did they ask her? Noooo. So after yelling and screaming and fits of rage for being put in a pink dress the Manson's were heading to their normally unused house in New York City. Now, going NYC was something Sam was looking forward to, but having to go with her family? Oh help us please. Sam sighed for the umpteenth time at how long the flight was taking, and tried to drown out her mother freaking out in the seat behind her. The airline had put Sam and her family in Business Class, and everyone knows how much Mrs. Manson hates being anywhere unless she'd in the best class or suite or automobile. So while her Dad tried to console her Mother during the annual Freak Out, Sam tried to block out her Mother's ranting.

"Business? Business? This is an OUTRAGE! OUTRAGE! Don't they know who we are? The Manson's! How can they do this to us?"

"I know honey. Try to calm down, the flight will be over soon. Hopefully." Her Dad said comfortingly. The flight continued on like that until the Mansons reached New York City. Her Mother visibly relaxed as soon as she saw the private limo waiting for her and calmed down on the ride to their New Yorkian Mansion.

"Oh, we're here! Isn't this just wonderful Samantha?" Her Mother exclaimed as the large white stone mansion came into view.

"Peachy." Sam muttered with a sigh.

"You loved coming here when you were little, remember sweetie?" Her Mother continued as the limo pulled up to the front door.

"Yep." Sam replied, a small smile emerging on her face as she remembered playing in the large house. The Manson's exited the limo and headed up the flight of steps to the front door.

"It is wonderful to return to this house, we haven't been here in ages!" Her Dad agreed, opening the front door for his wife and daughter. "I assume you can find your old room, Samantha?"

"Of course, Dad." Sam laughed, looking around her at the large white pillars and marble floors that decorated the house's foryer. She walked up the flight of stairs that led to her old room, thunking her suitcase behind her. She stopped at the door that led to her room with a grimace. The door was painted a sunshiny yellow, and even had hearts bordering the door frame. Yuck. Same thought with another grimace, but then she smiled as she remembered shoving the door open in a hurry to grab a toy to play with or when she was playing dolls with someone her Mother had decided was good enough for her to play with. Sam couldn't change the color, it held so many memories. And besides, memories were important. She pushed the door open and dragged all her bags in, dropping them on the ground and flopping on the bed. Mother must have had a maid change my bed. Sam thought staring out the window. Because I was definitely 5 the last time I was here. Sam watched the sun set out the window, and wondered how her 2 best friends were doing. Tucker was probably fiddling around with gadgets or something and Danny was probably kicking a ghost's butt. Sam was going to be so bored on this little vacation. She pushed herself off the bed and went to hang her clothes up in the closet, all black, and then stacked her bags up. She pulled out her phone, hoping to get a text from someone to lighten the boredom. She looked out her window again, and her eyes widened in surprise. A red dragon was streaking across the sky being chased by a ghostish black dragon. Sam ran to her window, somehow knowing the black dragon was the bad guy. She watched horrified as the red dragon was caught and thrown into the Manson backyard. The black dragon started beating the red dragon to a pulp. Sam jumped away from the window and started rummaging through her bags to find the thermos canister thing Danny had forced her to bring.

"You can never know what's out there Sam, there could be more ghosts out there." Danny had told her.

"Yeah, Danny's right Sam. We're the only ghost hunters here, and we'll need everyone fully functional to fight those ghosts." Tucker had agreed.

Right now she was glad she had it.

Sam raced downstairs and out the back door into the dragon fight.

"Yo, Ugly." Sam called, opening the thermos. The black dragon stared at her in confusion, but then was sucked up and sealed in. Sam was so glad that thing had been a ghost. "Hey, Red, you okay?" Sam asked the remaining dragon as he fell unconscious. "Great." She sighed, and hauled him to the back door. Sam smiled remembering what her Mother had said about back door, 'Back doors are only used by people who have something to hide, and secret to keep.' that statement totally worked for her. She dragged her sleeping guest up the stairs, pausing a lot since he weighed a ton, and dropped him on her bed after a lot of heaving and pushing. She went back downstairs and out the back door to grab the thermos lying quietly on its side, and back in her room hide it carefully in one of her black bags, careful not to open it.

"Samantha, we're going to bed! See you in the morning dear!" Her Dad called up the stairs.

"Kay, night Dad! Night Mother!" Sam replied, amazed that her parents hadn't heard her bringing in a dragon. Sometimes, she just didn't get how they were related. Sam jumped down the stairs and headed to the kitchen in search of a bag of ice for her new guest. She was in luck, the fridge had been stocked and so had the freezer. She bagged some ice and headed back to her room, closing the door silently behind her. She walked over to her bed and put the ice on her patient's forehead. "Who are you Red?" Sam wondered aloud. The dragon just moaned, moaned pitifully. What kind of dragon did anything pity worthy? "You're a disgrace to your heritage if you moan like that. The other dragons call you Pinkie don't they?" She laughed, hoping to irritate him enough to reply.

No, her patient was out like a light.

"Come on Pinkie, Red, whatever your name is, wake up." Sam sighed and dragged a chair over to the bedside, pulled a blanket out from her backpack, and fell asleep beside her new room mate.