Silver Dust

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this.

Empathy is something they try to teach everyone but when Danny and Sam swap bodies neither of them were ready for this. D/S

Chapter 1: Even if you don't understand it

Sam barely ducked in time to avoid the torn out tree that flew overhead. Dust, dirt, and rocks rained down on her and she covered her head with her arms.

"Sam!" Danny Phantom called out urgently from his place about thirty feet up in the sky.

He'd barely went intangible himself in enough time to avoid the uprooted plant only to see it on a collision course toward his best friends—well best friend. Tucker had wisely bolted the first time Danny ordered him to. His eyes darted over the dirt covered area searching frantically. Sam stood up after a minute, her black clothes becoming visible as the cloud of gray dirt cleared. She was coughing and sneezing but she was okay. Danny turned back to the frizzy haired red headed ghost with determination flashing in his neon green eyes.

"That tree thing is officially getting old." He said feeling a tingling sensation in his hand as he charged up an ecto-blast.

The ghost before him reached into her ruined colonial times skirt and pulled out a handful a silver dust. She put on a crooked smile just as Danny threw off the blast and she vanished before it hit her.

"Great." Danny hissed under his breath, his eyes searching. She was still here. He just couldn't pinpoint where.

"Sam," He turned in the air hovering down a few feet so he could better see the goth girl.

She had the Fenton thermos strapped over her shoulder and was still wiping the dust out of her eyes but she turned at the sound of her name.

'She's going to get herself killed.' He replayed the incident before hand in his mind repressing a shudder as he realized just how close that was.

"Get out of here! It's too dangerous!" He yelled, partly making up for the distance between them, partly angry.

"I'm fine." She protested giving up on her face and crossing her arms over her chest. Danny always tried to get her to leave, every time. There wasn't much she had part in doing during ghost hunting anyway, at least she could have the nerve to stay instead of running out of here like everyone else. She wasn't useless.

Danny coughed up a blue mist and glanced around urgently. Why did his friend have to be so stubborn? Couldn't she understand he was just trying to keep her safe? He'd never forgive himself if she was hurt.

"Get out of here Sam!" He tried again only to be plagued by the problems of quick thinking. "You're more trouble than you're worth!" The minute the words left his mouth he knew that was far from the idea he had intended.

Sam stared at him, her eyes still watery from the dust and clouded with an emotion he couldn't pinpoint—shock, disbelief, confusion, anger….hurt. Danny immediately berated himself for yelling at her like that but she had to get out of here. That ghost already demonstrated it wasn't going to bother for the safety of innocents that got in his way. Sam glanced down and bit her lip amazed at how a simple sentence hit her so hard.

'Ouch.' Was all she could think. 'Ouch! That was totally uncalled for.' She was glad the dust had made her eyes watery because if they weren't before they would be now. "Fine!" Glancing back up at him, she slipped off the Fenton Thermos and threw it up in the air with enough force it could have knocked him unconscious had he been closer. "You are officially on your own!"

She turned on the heels of her boots to make her infamous angry exit but stopped short when a silhouette slowly appeared in front of her.

"Danny!" She called out despite the fact that she problem wouldn't have otherwise talked to him for a day.

The colonial times ghost gave another crooked smile and chanted something in a language Sam had never heard before. "Nosaer a rof sneppah gnihtyreve. Ti dnatsrednu tonod uoy fi neve."

Sam stumbled back transfixed on the figure ahead of her. The ghost withdrew the dust and before Sam could react, the ghost blew it on her. It brought a sensation as if she were incased in ice and she closed her eyes unable to focus on anything.

Danny watched in horror as the ghost vanished and Sam slowly lit up to a blinding white. He darted down at near breakneck speed calling her name. She reached out for him but when their hands touched everything went white, and then the darkest shade of black either of them had ever seen.

Sam woke up slowly in processions and the first thing she recognized was the unfamiliar roof above her. The bright light coming in caused her to squint.

'Danny's room.' She thought as the room came into clear view. 'They must have kept me here for the night.'

She put a hand to her head trying to calm her pounding migraine and didn't even bother to question her brain at this point. There was a surprised gasp next to her and Sam turned in time to see the orange haired teen stop in the doorway.

"You're awake." Jazz said sounding oddly relieved and she immediately crossed the room to Sam's bed side.

"I don't even remember going to sleep." Her voice sounded rougher than usual and Sam did her best to sit up and look at the Fenton female but she felt fairly drained of energy.

"You're lucky you woke up now. Any longer and Mom and Dad would have dragged you to the emergency room."

"Oh." Was all Sam could say. She vaguely remembered having a fight with Danny, and being confronted by the ghost but then it was all a blur. "Where are the guys?"

Jazz looked puzzled for a mere second but helped her up to her feet. "Tuck and Sam are in the other room. Sam hasn't woken up yet though. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

Sam stood on her own without Jazz's help but the girl never let go. Okay, she could handle Jazz saying Mom and Dad instead of just my parents, but Sam is in the other room? She was Sam, and she didn't know of any other Sam. An idea popped in her head and she slowly looked down to her clothes. Jeans, and a white tee shirt.

Sucking in a breath she promised she wouldn't freak out. She would not freak out. She. Would. Not. Freak. Out.

Well, maybe just a little.

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Authors note: Ha, first chapter done. I'm surprised I'm writing a Danny Phantom fic but it is the result of some Saturday marathon of the thing and nothing else on. But don't worry, I'll give this a decent shot. By the way, I noticed there was one like this already but I was already on the third or fourth chapter. This fic is prewritten, already done so you don't have to worry about me finishing it. See my bio for details.

I like feedback on whether or not it is confusing or the writing style or just to know I'm not talking to myself. Oh, kind of important. In effort not confuse anyone, including myself after they swap body's it will be Danny's violet eyes even though technically it is Sam's purple eyes. Anyway, little clip from next chapter:

Sam looked at her body—how odd that was to say—unconscious on the bed. It didn't take a genius to figure out that if she was in Danny's body, he was in hers. She immediately marched up to the bed and flicked Danny on the forehead ignoring Tucker's confused 'hey!'. Without a moment to spare her purple eyes, or at least currently Danny's purples eyes fluttered open in a haze of confusion and sleep.

"Good morning sleeping beauty."