DISCLAIMER: Danny Phantom does not belong to anyone but Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. Inc

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Thanking one great artist, Amethyst Ocean who gave me this inspiration. Those who are curious should look into her Tumblr or DeviantArt because her works are great!

Oh! FYI, there'd be new and old ghost baddies and ghost allies in the future so while things might start a little copy-paste, it will be a whole new story in the long run.

At least I hope you think that way

Anyway, enjoy!

1. Pilot

My name is Clockwork, people and ghosts alike know me as Master of Time. I am aware that you recognize the story of the halfa, who is known as the world's greatest hero. Far and near had heard his tale, and now what I'm about to tell you is another interesting take of what may have been.

However, to tell this twist of the story, our favorite hero... won't be the main character.

TIME IN!

Samantha Manson groaned in relief when the lunch bell finally rang. She quickly packed her utensil and books, and made way to her locker. The girl has nothing against Mr. Peckerman, but physic was never her strongest suit, and Sam wouldn't mind jumping off the window to get away from it. She tucked in her physic book to her locker and cringed when she heard the high pitched greeting.

"Yoohoo, Sammy!"

Sam forced a smile as she resisted the urge to slammed her locker. That's not what a proper woman would do, her mother would frown on her if she did that. So she turned with a warm smile at her friends Paulina and Star, who were walking over to her. It took every willpower for her not to eye roll at the exaggerated antics of the boys as they leered at them.

'Boys...' she mentally scoffed, 'typical of them.'

"Hey Paulina, how have you been?" she greeted her.

"Fine. Oh, and Sam, you wouldn't believe what I have to tell you."

That got a slightest raised of her eyebrow, "Let me guess, Alexis from your Biology class broke up with Dale and hook up with the nerd next door?" she droned.

Paulina instantly deflate, looking like her favorite toy had just been taking away, and Star clapped her shoulder with a soft smile, "I told you it wouldn't surprise her, nothing ever has."

"It's going to take a lot more to make me-" Sam made a gasping sound as she shifted her expression to a shocked look to emphasize her point.

The Hispanic girl huffed in sulk, "Oh well, it was worth the try," she said with her thick accent, "Now come on, we better go, or we'll lose time for our lunch."

And so Sam and her A-lister friends walked their way through the corridor like they owned the place.

Actually...if you really asked her then Sam would answer you that her relationship with Paulina is the definition of 'Frenemy.'

They're friends, in a sense, that they would help and learn (though not much from Paulina's side) from each other. The two have their bouts a lot more than most people wouldn't know. Most of them involving Paulina feeling her popularity threatened by Sam, or Sam arguing over... well... let's just say a lot of things.

Yet the two somehow were able to rekindle their friendship time and time again, but the two knew they'll have their bout once more so their friendship is, shall we say, skin deep.

Because whether they're friends or not, they are the A-listers, and they, like it or not, would end up being grouped with each other. Sam had never cared about being an A-lister, what she did care was being the proper lady her mother had always wanted her to be and somehow and that meant being at the top of the social ladder.

"...and so I was like 'no way' and she was like 'yes way'" Paulina giggled as she retold her story.

"No way!"" Star said back.

"Yes, way!" Paulina confirmed.

And the three of them laughed as they went on back and forth, but Sam laughed more to at them rather than with them as they looked silly just recounting a simple story. It's only polite to respond appropriately though, exactly how her mother taught her. She continued eating her plate of spaghetti and grimaced at how poorly taste the sauce was. Being an ultra-recyclo vegetarian almost her whole life, it's easy for her to tell those that are canned processed and fresh organic made one. She usually brought her own lunch that her chef would make, but if this is the typical taste the cafeteria cooks up, they need a new menu.

Or better yet, maybe she could try to petition an Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian Week to the school board. She smirked at what kind of reaction Paulina might take, add the fact that she could argue it by saying it helps her complexion and doesn't give her fat would force her to eat it her way in the end. She's obsessed with beauty too much to care most things, and she's not lying if she says it's good for the skin.

The school bell rang once more, and she had gone off to her locker to get her English textbook, "We all got Mr. Lancer next right?" Star voiced her question.

"Yes, we do" Sam answered her, "Did you finished that assignment we had on the 60s movies, what did you write about?"

"Mary Poppins, though I wrote it since I never actually tried watching it before and always been curious what it's about" Star answered, feeling glad that one of her friends could have an actual conversation on school work. She didn't mind Paulina, and she could be a great friend, but she had times that make you want to yank her hair out.

Just as they were about to further discuss their work, Sam had the unfortunately collided with someone, scattering her papers and book on hand. That same someone was also quick enough to take her hand before she fell on her butt, but she looked up to find a pair of baby blue eyes and the guy seemed to yelp before letting her go and forced her to continue her fall.

'Ah bummer, and I was about to give him some brownie points' Sam briefly thought.

The guy seemed to realize what he just did as his jaw began to opened and close like a fish and his eyes wide and rounded like a saucer, "I'm sooo sorry, I didn't mean... I thought... and you..." the kid was a nervous wreck, but when his eyes turned to the pile of papers around the A-List girl was about to pick up, he crouched down and swiftly picked them all up for her. It was a kind gesture, but seeing as this is his fault she politely murmured thanks before going off with her two friends.

"Your day isn't going to be a good one Sammy, not if you bump that Freak, Fenton over there" Paulina sneered with her thumb jamming behind her.

Sam blinked then turned her head slightly back toward the kid who was now banging his head to the nearest locker. After she noticed the shaggy black hair and the casual white T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers she knew he was indeed Danny Fenton, son of Amity Park's proclaimed ghost hunters and crackpot scientists, "I didn't notice" she hummed truthfully.

"I don't blame you, he's pretty much invisible to everyone but Dash," Star gave out her thoughts and Sam pursed her lips in distaste knowing what kind of 'attention' she suspected Dash was giving to the guy.

The three took their usual seat just in time for Mr. Lancer to come in, followed by Danny Fenton. Sam's eye subconsciously followed him, ruling out the fact that he's the bottom of the pecking, he was slightly cute in her opinion. She glanced back to her English Teacher and proceed to take notes for the rest of her period.

"Now Class, before we finished this subject, I would like to announce your next Pair Assignment." the groaning was audible throughout the class because everyone knows Mr. Lancer always assigned their pair. "Everyone be quiet! After I assign your partners, the two of you are going to write a Tandem Story." Murmurs of confusion resounded all around, and Lancer continued explaining, "The process is simple. The two of you will write a short story together, one of you will write the first paragraph, and the partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to reread what has been written each time to keep the story coherent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached. Be warned I can tell by your handwriting whether you left the work to one person or not"

That got the rest of the class whispered in excitement, but immediately the air turned to nervousness once Lancer started calling out names.

Sam, on the other hand, wasn't as excited. She admitted it was an interesting assignment but not something she would like to do. Sam loved reading, so in extension, she is a critic, and she would definitely want her partner's writing up to par with hers so no, Sam was not looking forward to this project.

"Sam Manson..."

Her heartbeat quickens, and her eyes instantly bore down to the teacher in front of her...

"...with Danny Fenton"

...and finally paced down when she finally knew her partner, she felt like chuckling at the grim fate of the boy who knocked her down happened to be her new partner. She turned her head to said boy, and amethyst eyes met blue one. He quickly looked away now that he's caught looking at her.

Once the next period bell was heard, Sam packed her stuff and decided to make this project at least tolerable...and make use of the opportunity. "Hey Paulina, Star, I'll catch up with you later, okay?" and she walked out before waiting for their responses.

She saw her target talking with an African-American boy in a red beret cap, a pair of glasses, long sleeve yellow shirt and baggy pants. She knew he's in the same class, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember his name.

"...so wait, you're saying you bumped into one of the hottest girls in school, caught her before she fell only to let her go at the last minute?" laughed the geeky looking boy.

"It's not funny, Tucker! I just embarrassed myself in front of Sam, and now I'll have to work with her as her partner without reminding myself of that," Danny moaned as he took out his math textbook from his locker.

"Look at the bright side, at least she can't see you any lower."

"Don't jinx it, Tucker."

Before Tucker could say anything, the sound of cleared throat got their attention, turning aside to find the two looking at the subject of their conversation. Sam smiled politely at them, "Hey, Danny, right? Can you spare a minute to talk about our project?"

"I...aaaahh...sure..." the boy while scratching the back of his neck. "Tucker could you..."

"No need to say it, bro, I'm out!" and so the geek friend left the scene.

He made a nervous grin and couldn't make out a proper word as he stutters. 'He's such a dweeb' Sam thought and decided to save him from his own embarrassment, "So...this tandem writing, do you want to do it next Saturday. I thought we could go to your house and get it over with."

"Wa...wait...my house?!" he looked like he was holding back from shrieking the last word, "wh...why does it have to be my house? We could go to the library, do it in a park, and I'm sure you're more comfortable at your own home" he hastily tried to reason her.

But Sam was having none of that, not when the opportunity falls on her lap, "Hmm, actually my parents won't be there at that time, so I'm not too comfortable bringing a guy there even for school work." There's actually grandma Ida and the maids, but he doesn't need to know that, "and the parks and library would be crowded on Saturday and I'm not good with crowds either."

Danny looked hesitant, but Sam wasn't one to give up, so mentally thanking Paulina and her flirtatious behavior, Sam leaned forward, so their face was close with her eyes upturned, her magenta lips forming a pout, her right hand holding his hand and her other arm on his chest. "I'm sorry...am I asking too much, I thought we could work better there, you know?"

That seemed to work the trick, Danny gulped slowly and nodded. Sam instantly brighten as she gave him some personal space, "Great, see you next Saturday!" and left for her next class.

Danny was still absent-mindedly staring at thin air and asked himself, "What just happened?"

For the rest of the day, Sam was trying hard not to look too excited at the prospect of finally meeting with Amity's own pair of ghost hunters. You would wonder why the filthy rich deli-toothpick-cellophane-twirling heiress would be so enthusiastic about, but just like how Dash has his secret stash of teddy bears, Sam has her secret stash of occult-related stuff. Myth, magical artifacts, legends, werewolves, ghost, and anything nether-worldly was to her interest. Of course, there's no way her parents are aware of that. They would have confiscated from her, no question asked if it could influence in the wrong way. Not to mention the damage of her reputation would take if any of the student body knew.

So when Mr. Lancer partnered her up with a Fenton, she knew she wanted to go to his house. She had always been curious what was the science of something as occult as a ghost, and she finally could find out. Though, she'll need to make it subtle enough that Danny wouldn't raise an eyebrow at her.

Once school was over, she bid farewell with her friends and have her butler take her home. She was immediately greeted with the sounding love of her mother when she got back. "Sammykins, welcome home!"

"I'm home, Mother."

The two gave each other a warm hug, and Sam then noticed the good mood her mother has, "Did something good happened Mother?"

"If you can say getting a good business deal is good news then yes!" she gleefully answered.

"Really? What kind of business?"

"Oh, we haven't reached much of a deal yet, but your father has made arrangement to have a talk with Vlad Masters."

"Really? That Billionaire from Wisconsin?"

Pamela Manson nodded, "The one and only, anyway, Dear, how was your day, did anything different happened?"

Sam was about to answer her new school assignment but closed her mouth as she decided against it. She remembered the few times her parents weren't too fond with the Fentons, especially her mother. Thinking it's better rather than her mother tries to disturb her life in any way, so Sam smiled sweetly at her and lied through her teeth. It wasn't the first time, and it won't be the last, but she felt guilty regardless. Especially when Sam didn't feel the small pit of unease she used to have when she lied to her.

She rushed up to her room and sling down her pink butterfly backpack, her eyes caught to her mirror, and she began to look at herself. Her hair was now long enough to touch her back, violet eye-shadow that matched her eyes and she wore a pink sweater, white skirt, and a pink choker with a heart shape on it.

A far cry outlook from the Sam we know.

She let herself fall on her king-size bed and stared at her ceiling, her mind went back to one Danny Fenton and smiled. "Saturday is going to be an interesting day."

Looking for the Fentonworks is always easy, almost everyone in town knows where to search, whether they wanted to or not. She had ever wondered how they got a permit to make something akin to a UFO on their rooftops.

"I'm not even sure I want to know the answer," she mumbled to herself.

Sam was second-guessing her decision now that she's here. Reason being if she's ready to face the sort of weirdness the Fenton was famous for when the whole town barely could handle. She pushed the doorbell, and the door was later opened by a ginger-haired girl that Sam recognized as Jasmine Fenton, one of the top student at Casper High.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Yeah I'm Sam Manson, and I'm here to see Danny, we have an assignment we need to work on together."

There was a sound of running footsteps and not a moment too soon, Danny was standing in front of her as he pushed her sister away. "Heeeeey Sam, glad you could make it" he pulled her inside and began pushing her up the stairs, much to her confusion.

"Danny! Don't be rude, it's the first time you brought someone else other than Tucker, at least let me talk and get to know her."

"And bored her from your psychobabble? Thanks but I want to spare her the torture" he retorted with his eyes rolled.

Being in the middle of things, Sam wasn't sure how to react to this so she decided to compromise, "How about we talked after Danny and me finished our assignment, wouldn't want to get distracted."

"Huh, that's fair," Jazz mused.

"Then excuse us because we've got a project to finish." Danny continued pushing her up until he motioned her to the first room on her left she guessed was his bedroom, "Sorry about that, but believe me when I say you need to be prepared before getting bombard with questions as she analyzes your psyche."

"Let me guess, she done that enough time with you?"

"Haha, yeah." Suddenly he stood rigidly and only realized now he had shoved the most popular girl in Casper High to his room without a second thought and was talking with her like they were old acquaintances. He fumbled his desk to reach for his utensil and brought out a small coffee table for them to work together on.

Oh, he tried to keep his composure, but Sam was half exasperated and amused by his antics. Usually, when she got stuck together with a boy alone, they would be too embarrassed to speak or tried swooning her pathetically. It was refreshing despite him having a hard time trying to stay calm and impressed her, Danny still tried to focus on their work and consider what her thoughts were. Like if she's comfortable here, if she wanted any food or drinks, or her opinion in her assignment.

The last was a bit of surprised to her because most boys were too shallow or self-centered to actually ask her opinion. She almost forgot why she suggested working in his house in the first place.

"Hey Danny, are your parents an actual real ghost hunter?"

That elicited a tired groaned from him, feeling the dread where the conversation is going. "Yeah they are," he said as he shifted his seat. "I know it's weird, you don't need to remind me."

"I'm more curious how something as supernatural as ghost could be explained in science," Sam voiced out her though nonchalantly. She hoped she looked as detached as she sounded.

That got Danny to blink and looked at her with curiously that almost had Sam nervous, feeling she had blown her cover, "So... do you believe in ghost?" Danny asked, hesitantly.

Sam made a short paused and glanced thoughtfully, "I don't. Seeing as I never saw one, I don't believe in one either," and it was the truth. Sam may have interest with the paranormal, but she was still realistic enough to not believe everything she reads. She was still hopeful that there should at least be a grain of truth in it.

Danny lips curved up at a thought he just had, "Are you sure? Going by that logic means you don't believe in gravity either."

"We can see an apple falling, right? Which mean we can see gravity at works" she countered with a sly smile.

Danny pointed his pencil to her with narrowed eyes, "Point to you, Miss Manson."

They both chuckled at each other's antics, and Sam couldn't believe how much easy it is to talk with the 'freak' kid at school. She had almost always tried to resist the urge to lash out or punch boys senseless when they were stupid or shallow, but Danny felt different to her. It was just a short small talk, but she thought he was a gentleman in his own dorky way and little by little, she felt she could let loose without him trying to judge her.

Unknown to her, Danny felt something similar to her as well. Here he was, one of the geeks of Casper High talking casually with one of the popular girls in school. He had planned the whole day what to say to her, even having Tucker to pretend as her to help his nerve (He overdid it with the cosplay and makeup). Maybe also hoping she would get her to notice him, no matter how much wishful thinking it was. So imagine his surprise at how... easy it was talking to her. Unlike the rest of the A-Lister, she doesn't judge him nor does she try to ignore, or make him do her work (which he probably would do if she asked) like he had thought and found he doesn't need to pretend in front of her to impress her.

"So...do you believe in ghost?" Sam found herself asking.

Danny took time to think of an answer. Sam waited, curious with his reply, "I don't believe there's one," he finally decided, "but living with my parents for my whole life, I can't deny... and maybe just a bit hopeful the possibility that maybe we're not truly alone. There might be nothing at all, but imagined how cool that would be if there's another plane of existence people have never tried or consider to explore and..." Danny began to realize he was on the brick of rambling or worse, he was on the brick of rambling about ghost... like his dad!

'That would be a nightmare,' he silently thought.

"Eh, sorry, you're probably not interested in that kind of stuff." Danny scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, oblivious to Sam's to how close her own thoughts were with Danny. She wanted to say it wasn't true but caught herself before she was revealed as a supernatural geek in front of him.

She coughed dryly and began to glance at their empty paper, "So, I'm guessing we should start working on our assignment?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, haha, we should because that's what you're here for, homework, isn't that right?"

Suddenly the door to his room opened and came in was Tucker 'Too Fine' Foley, waving his PDA that showed the advertisement of a newest online game the two boys would play tiredly overnight in the future, "Dude, the new online game, DOOM just came out today! Who wants to slay some monster overnight?!" His smile was wiped off when he noticed the one extra guest at the room sitting next to a facepalmed Danny.

"I came in a bad time, didn't I?"

"Tucker, didn't I tell you I'm busy today?"

"I..." he lifted his finger to explained but trailed off in the end, "may have forgotten that detail out of excitement."

He glared at his best friend before he sheepishly laughed at Sam, "Would you excuse us for a second?" Danny was about to drag him out when the door to his room was opened once more and slammed to his face.

"Danny, I need to ask a favor!" Cried Jazz in a frantic tone.

Danny rubbed the sore he felt on his nose, and his glare grew even more angry and annoyed. "What. Jazz?"

"If mom and dad ask where I am, I'll be in the library the whole day so don't try to find me."

Said brother began to grow confused, "What-why would yo-"

"You will! Great, see ya!" She said with a grin before dashing away that got him to blink confusingly.

"So, any other takers going to barge in my room?" As if the universe was granting his wish, the door slammed open once more to meet his face by none other than two of his hazmat-wearing-ghost-craze-parents. Sam had to wince at how hard the door opened.

"Danny, we got some big new..." Jack Fenton stopped short when he noticed his only son wasn't in sight and looked around, "Where's Danny?"

The two occupants in the room pointed at the back of the door where an arm was jutting out, followed by a pained groan was heard.

"DANN-O!" Jack said enthusiastically, ignoring the additional people in the room.

"You'll never guess what we finally finished!" Maddy supplied just as enthusiastically but didn't miss the two guest hanging his son's room. "Oh I'm sorry, did we bother you somehow?" Maddy said sweetly, "My husband and I could get too excited with our works."

Sam took that chance to snap out of her trance and turned to her usual default reply when she's dealing with her elder. "No, no, it's no problem, Mrs. Fenton. and it's nice to meet you," she said with her tone just as sweet as Maddy's, "My name is Samantha Manson but please call me Sam, Danny and I were just getting started with our English assignment."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Sa-"

"You're friends are here, PERFECT! Then let's show them our masterpiece!" Jack excitedly state, oblivious that he had cut in her wife. So without much regard to their opinion, Jack Fenton grabbed the two's hand and drag them all the way to the basement to meet a giant metal hole.

"What is that?" Tucker voiced out the three kid's wonder.

Jack stood with his chest stuck out with pride, "That... just so happens to be our completed ghost portal."

"Get out..." Tucker whispered disbelievingly.

"Wait, you were serious about that portal?!" Danny said after snapping out of his shock. Sure he knew they were busy with their newest project when they finally had enough resources to put together a portal to another dimension in their basement, but he didn't think they were capable of it. Reanimating food is weird enough, but opening a door to the realm of the dead? No sane person would think any part of that sentence is a cause for a good idea.

"Of course sweety, we've been working on this portal for more than 20 years." Maddie explained, "We hadn't given up then, and we're not giving up now"

"And now we're about to activate right here and now!" Jack exclaimed like a little boy with a sugar rush.

Amid this revelation, Sam wasn't sure how to take all this. She had thought they would blab the answer she wanted to hear on their own if their reputation was to be trusted, which from what the girl observe is true, maybe if Sam was lucky she could get up close personal with their work.

Getting to witness the completion of a portal that connects to the ghost zone? Forget being insane, she would never think such a thing possible.

However, looking at the giant hole occupying the wall, the futuristic style that you would fie in sci-fi movies, the long list of number and calculation at the whiteboard hanging at the next wall, everything seemed so... real.

"Now let's get this baby started!" Sam blinked after snapping out of her daze and missed the long story of how the two Fentons had painstakingly built the portal with their sweat, tears, and blood.

With the lack of blood, the farthest they could draw was a paper cut.

Jack Fenton held one cord, and Maddie Fenton held the other, deciding they would finish their life's work together. The kids began to catch their breath, partially in excitement and partly under anticipation stirring the air.

The cord came together, the whirring sound of the machine became louder, a spark or two light up before unnatural green light began forming.

Then almost as fast as things came together, it fell apart.

The green portal came to nothing, the light flickered out, the sound went to a silent, and everything came to an end like a puppet show that suddenly had its wires cut in the middle of a play.

While the kids weren't sure what exactly happened, the adults, on the other hand, were flustered. Jack began to examine if the machine was operational and Maddie checked through her calculation

once more.

"I...I don't understand! Everything is stable, and we triple checked the calculation, it...should have worked!" Jack mumbled aloud, all the while Maddie was silent, but she had the same distressed look she had.

No, it wasn't distressed, it was resignation.

Years of research, years of studying, years of experimenting. The scientist was sure that this time their life's work would work but now? It just seemed to prove that ghost just doesn't exist.

"Hahaha, looks like we have to start off from scratch once more Mads!" Jack Fenton booming voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked back at her husband, smiling and looking at the portal as if it was another puzzle piece to crack. Maddie didn't know how to break it to her husband that maybe they were wrong after all.

Then she met eyes with her husband and noticed the stubborn glint in his eyes, and she knew he's not giving up just yet. Maddie couldn't help but blinked back the tears that were starting to form and smiled back at her husband.

However, she's not ready to jump back up again just yet. Not after witnessing all the hard work she and her husband made was amount to nothing. "Come on, Honey, how about we go upstairs, and I'll make some fudge."

That got all the attention Jack needed to hurry upstairs with childish glee. Maddie then turned to the three kids with an apologetic smile as she cupped her cheek, "I'm sorry you kids were made disappointed, you can look around the lab but please don't touch anything, we'll be upstairs if you kids want any fudge" and with that note, she left.

They were all left silent until Danny realized the third additional person in the room and was beginning of what Casper High's most popular girl would think of him now after witnessing a failed attempt making a ghost portal of all things.

"Uuh... haha... wow that was a major let down my parents made." Danny frantically tried to brush it off and looking anywhere but Sam's face as he feared she would either be disappointed, weirded out, or disgusted.

The girl in question was still not sure what she was feeling. Disappointing? Yes. Awkward? Quite. Underwhelmed? Definitely. Dismayed? Sort of.

Yet she kept her eyes on the so-called portal before turning toward the sheepish Fenton who was whispering with his best friend. Even if it didn't outright work, the Fentons said they had worked for more than 20 years! Surely with a little prob and examination, it would work, right? The last time she had problem with high-tech German toaster and realized because the switch was still in DEMO mode instead of ON. Maybe the problem was something a lot more simple unless adequately examined.

And if her eyes weren't pulling tricks, she knew she briefly saw the swirling green light just as the cords were connected.

Sam was tempted, so very tempted to urge Danny to go inside and looked around for any signs that could make it work. After all, it was his parent's life work, who better else to check on it but him? She held herself back in the last second, reminding herself that she's a Manson, and Mansons don't geek out about ghost and certainly not in front of those two dweebs.

"Too bad," she professed with a ghost of a smile. "I almost thought it'd be cool if ghosts really do exist." That snapped the two boys from their talk to her when she finally voiced out her thought.

"You...you really think so?" Danny asked, unsure.

She shrugged her shoulder, "Well yeah, what would be cooler than proving the non-existent exist? You would make a riot out of the whole world." She sighed wistfully at the portal before turning her back on it and walked out of the basement, she stopped midway to look back at the boys, "So... are we going to finish that assignment or not?"

That snapped Danny in whatever thought he was thinking and rushed back to his room, apologizing for the off-track his parents had dragged her. Tucker lingered a little longer since he was already here and Danny was half-annoyed and half-thankful he was there so he wouldn't get jitters from talking with a cute girl.

The girl herself decided that maybe she could take to the Fentons some other time when they don't need a rebound from their newest failure. That's why when the Fentons offered a place for her on their table for dinner, she politely declined as it was getting late and she should be back home.

TIME OUT!

What do you think?

A surprise change of character, isn't she?

You would think there'd be barely any changes, but you would be so wrong to think that.

Now let's fast forward to the moment of truth and witness a life-changing experience.

TIME IN!

"Oh man Tucker, now she definitely thinks me and parents are a freak now," Danny lamented as he paced back and forth in the lab.

"What makes you think she didn't think of you as a freak before?" Tucker chimed in attempt calmed his friend down, which instead made it worst.

"At least before she might think I was a geek, but if she thinks I'm a freak I'll be one of the last people she ever wants to see again!"

"Come on, Danny, look at the bright side!"

"Since I can't find one, mind shedding some light on that side for me?"

"Well, she probably thinks you're the same as any other hormonal teenager, so she won't even remember your name instead of recognizing you as the ghost hunter's kid!" Tucker surmised in false cheer.

"After what happened today? I doubt it," Danny faltered, running his hand through his hair. Then stopped midway as a thought occurred when his eyes latched on to the portal. Tucker noticed him went silent and looked at the same thing, immediately knowing what he thought as if he had read his mind.

"Danny... you're not seriously thinking you could..." he asked wide eyes.

"Why not? You heard what Sam's says, if people know that ghost isn't just fiction, maybe people will look at us, my family, differently."

"Yeah, but the question is, can you fix it?"

Danny turned to gave a smirk at Techno-geek friend, "Well, one way to find out." He walked toward the wardrobe where his parents kept their collection of hazmat suits at the corner of the lab. They make sure to have one with his and Jazz's size, and thankfully, not all of them were bright orange colored like his dad. He picked a white and black suit and quickly changed into it only to find there was a sticker of his father's face on his chest when he looked in the mirror attached to the wardrobe. Danny chuckled when he was reminded of the time his dad running around the house when he got a pack of stickers of his face and stick it to almost everything and pulled out the sticker.

He turned to Tucker with a smile, wordlessly asking how he looked.

"You know...that hazmat suit makes you kinda lame."

And prompt him to glare at his best friend.

"You know what's not lame? SAFETY." He stood at the mouth of the portal, somehow feeling eerily at the sight of a deep cave with wiring all over the surface.

"You sure you want to do this?" Tucker asked again, a bit unsure of his idea. He doubted his friend could somehow jump-start a portal to another dimension when his parents can't, but he might find some kind of loophole they missed.

"Yeah, I'm sure... besides, I feel kind of bad anyway that my parents' work didn't go well. Don't get me wrong, I'm still mad their obsession had me and Jazz feel invisible to them. We even hoped it fails like the rest of their ghost-related project, but this is their life work, they are way more depressed about it than any other brainchild they had. I should know."

"You sure there aren't any other reason?"

Danny tilted his head, "Well... when you put it that way, I guess I'm wondering what kind of super cool thing on the other side of the portal? Aren't you curious?"

Tucker just shook his head with a fond smile at his friend's passion for learning a whole new world, "We better commemorate this if you do succeed proving the world ghost exists!" Tucker lifted his PDA and took a selfie of the two with his phone.

Danny chuckled lightly at his friends antic that somehow eased the lingering tension in his gut, he took a deep breath and looked back at the mechanical cave, "Well, here goes nothing."

Danny slowly walked into the tunnel-like portal, a little taken aback at how deep it was. The further he walked in, the darker it gets, so he reached for the wall without thinking to help guide him. However, he felt something jotting out the wall, and there was the faint click sound he almost missed. Greenlight shone on the walls, and though faint, there was a whirring sound Danny was familiar with a machine activating. Out of the corner of his eyes, before everything turned blank from pain, was a panel that had a pair of red and green button, each a sign saying ON and OFF that I don't need to point which is which.

After that...

Well...

You know the rest.

AN: SOOOOOOOOO...

What do you think guys?

I have to say I had so much fun writing this fanfic more than I could tell. Sam is a very unique character, which is why no one ever wanted to change her as the smart spunky goth girl who can kick ass and has a backbone. Which is why I wanted to make her girly and stereotypical before growing out her original character from meeting Danny and Tucker.

Danny off course has a crush on her, not only was he a hormonal teenager who loves hot girls and wants to be popular. He had always been in love with Sam but too clueless to know. Plus, when I looked at Popular Sam in one of Amethyst Ocean fanart, I feel she was a whole lot more beautiful than Paulina. She has money, grace, beauty, smarts, obviously, she's going to rival Paulina in the Popular Department. So, things will start out as a crush until they hopelessly fall for each other like the clueless lovebirds they are.

However, despite the changes, I still wanted to be true to Canon. And in Canon, Sam was the reason Danny got his powers. So I brainstorm a bit and then one Pilot Chapter at the ready. Longer than I suspected too.

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