I now present you with Pathways the sequel to Impossibilities. If you haven't read Impossibilities I suggest you do so before reading this story, it may not make a whole lot of sense without it.

Also, there will be a minor change to my update schedule compared to the one I ended Impossibilites on. But, we'll get to that later. :)

Chapter 1: Black-balled

Danny stood in front of me, his hair in knots and his face a vivid display of black and blue. That wasn't the scariest, or maybe the most thrilling, part though. That title belonged to the multiple deep, serrated gashes that ran up and down his body. I looked at my handiwork, not one flaw could be found. The wound pattern was specifically designed to drag the death of the half-ghost out for as long as possible, long enough to give him hope he might make it, before the blood loss and shock finally took him under. It was going to hurt like hell and make damn sure he lost what little sanity was left before he left the realm of the living. It was going to be quite a show to watch him writhe and suffer.

"Didn't you always know I'd turn on you?" My voice whispered.

I woke with a start from the nightmare that had been haunting me for weeks. I turned to see Danny's worried eyes locked on me.

"You okay?" No, Danny, I'm not okay. I dreamed I killed you, again. Oh, and let's not forget the little detail that it felt so damn wonderful!

I couldn't tell him that though. I told Danny almost everything, but I just couldn't tell him about that nightmare. He'd freak when he realized what had caused it.

The memory of that fight was etched in my mind where it would stay forever. A lot of things made themselves clear memories in my mind, but most would eventually fade over time, this one wouldn't. That final fight with Vlad would never leave my mind.

In that fight, Danny was finally able to clear his evil future self from existence, but I know where it went. Danny's future self was a combination of both his and Vlad's ghost-halves. While the power of Danny's had won out, Vlad's evil side repressed the hero in Danny. That's what would have happened to almost anyone, and now I was fighting against it. The only things I had on my side were that I still had my humanity and the pure raw power of the Manson line. I could fight this, I just had to remind myself that these dreams aren't real and never will be.

I looked Danny in the eyes. "I'm fine, I promise." Oh look, I just broke a promise. I'm not fine, but I refuse to let him know that unless these dreams become anything more than just that.

As if to prove this to both him and myself, I snuggled back into him, resting my head on his chest just as we'd grown accustomed to doing. We'd started sharing a room roughly a week after Vlad. Normally, it would be way too early in a relationship to be sharing a bedroom, but this had been the only way to stop Danny from being so paranoid that he'd wake up one day to find me dead or just flat out gone. I would never leave him of my own free will, and he knew that, but he was still worried because while Vlad no longer had his ghost powers, he was still bat-shit crazy. We kept Danny's old room set up and in his normal messy style for appearances considering this was supposed to be an all-boys school and to the normal person, the two of us sharing a room would just be weird.

We both knew we were going to get loads of shit about it when Tucker finally found out, but it wasn't like we were doing anything stupid. Hell, I wouldn't even let Danny sleep shirtless. He had some damn nice muscle on him, but I wasn't willing to risk letting either one of us have that temptation. It would be pretty hard to hide a pregnancy at an all-boys school and I wasn't willing to risk needing to test my ability to hide things.

How did I come to be in an all-boys school? That was a long story, one that was bound to come back around and bite me in the ass any day now. With the start of the new semester, it would probably be tomorrow.

True to my predictions, I was reawakened the next morning to a call from the vice-principal's office. I was to go there for first period and rejoin the rest of the school for classes after I was done. The fact that I hadn't just been abducted in the middle of the night told me that whatever the GIW were planning, it was probably a lot less severe than what most people got. That, or they weren't willing to take me back with Danny in the same room.

I hung up the phone to find Danny over my shoulder. I didn't even have to ask what he was planning to do; he wasn't letting me go alone.

"And just how do you intend on not getting in trouble for skipping class?" His only response was to duplicate himself. He'd gotten rather good at that lately, now he was able to split while still in his human form.

"You know you couldn't talk me out of this if you tried." He remarked a few seconds later.

"True. But if someone sees your ecto-signature, don't come crying to me for help. I would only serve as a hindrance." The look on his face told me he hadn't quite figured out why I was being called to the vice-principal's office. It was clear to me, but he wasn't quite as versed in GIW regulations as I was. I'll admit, this was an odd way to go about it, bt it was still clear what was about to happen.

"You know why they want to see you, don't you?"

"No shit, Sherlock. The GIW are going to black-ball me. I'll be released from my duty as a GIW agent and, depending on their mood, I might lose most of my memories…again." From his expression, I probably shouldn't have told him that last bit.

His expression turned to one of determination. "They aren't erasing your memories, Sam. I won't let them." I appreciated the attitude, but I knew even he wouldn't be able to stop them if they tried to. There was no need to get him all worked up though, so I stayed quiet for the time being.

Half an hour later, we were standing at the door to Lancer's office. Well, as far as anyone else knew it was only me; Danny was invisibly watching over me, hell bent on being overprotective if need be. I knocked on the door.

"Come in." The voice on the other side of the door did not sound like Mr. Lancer.

I entered the room to the sight of two rather high ranking GIW agents. "Samantha Manson, AKA Samuel Mason, I assume?"

Right, time to play the good little girl so they don't decide to make my punishment worse. "Yes Sir." I kept my expression neutral, you never did know what these guys would take as offensive. I looked them over and was pleased to see that there weren't any tell-tale bumps in their uniforms indicating they'd brought any ghost equipment. Danny would be safe unless he did something exceptionally stupid.

"Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" He smirked, he was just a little too happy to be doing this. "In accordance to GIW regulations, the director has found you incapable of completing this mission. You will be removed from your position as commanding officer of this mission and relieved from your duty to the GIW." I hadn't realized I was the commanding officer, as far as I was aware I was the only active agent on campus.

"Yes Sir." Came my simple response.

"You will be allowed to keep your memories. However, should any breech in security be even remotely traceable back to you, we can, and will, relieve you of your memories as well. In addition, your government technology will be rendered irreparable. We will not revoke your current scholarship to this school. Any questions?" Wow, these guys were feeling pretty damn generous today. I could almost hear the little bugs in some of my gear go to work breaking anything of government issue well past the repair of any GIW agent. Whether or not it was beyond Tucker's repair, though, was questionable. That boy could do things with technology the government would kill to know. What my former employers did not know, however, was that most of what I brought I had built on my own, without their little bug. I had built most of it as back-up in case I should ever end up in this situation; the GIW had no way of getting ahold of what I had built.

"Just one question, sir. Who will be taking on the role as my legal guardian?" This really was the only question I had. Anything else I could get ahold of on my own or with Tucker's help. The question of my legal guardian wasn't really one I was all too willing to wait to have an answer for.

"You are officially an orphan since you have no known relatives that are fit to raise you. Part of your current school scholarship is based around you being an orphan. Take it or leave it, kid." The change in voice at the end told me he really wasn't all too willing to stick around and talk to me much longer. I didn't want to risk the agency changing their mind.

"I'll gladly take it sir."

"Good." He turned and left without another word. It was at this point that I realized Lancer had been here the whole time.

"Now that that is out of the way…" Mr. Lancer spoke before turning to the intercom that connected his personal office to the main lobby where this period's A-list office aid was currently residing. "Mr. Baxter!" The jock jumped at the sudden noise. "Retrieve Mr. Fenton and send him to my office." Dash left with and evil smirk on his face.

You might wanna go help your clone out before Dash beats it to a pulp, Danny.

Yeah, you noticed that too huh?

I felt Danny's presence leave as my mind traveled back to the situation at hand and the conversation I was damn sure was about to happen.

Danny reappeared roughly five minutes later, entering the office without so much as a scratch on him while a very irritated Dash returned to the lobby.

"Mr. Fenton, I'm sure you're aware of your roommate's situation?" Danny gave a sheepish smile.

"What part of it exactly?" I realized he didn't want to end up saying something incredibly stupid because he read too far into something.

"What I mean, Daniel," Danny noticeably flinched at the name, I didn't blame him. It was what the frootloop always called him. "is that you are aware you're roommate is, in fact, a girl?"

"Yeah I know about that." I was suddenly a little uneasy with the upcoming conversation, I had a right to be. I was sure he'd give us some 'talk' since we have been living together.

"Good. I just wanted to ensure you were both comfortable with the situation. Mrs. Manson, I will not force you to move over to our sister school, Nebula Private School, nor will I force you to live in your own apartment. This will be left up to you, however I will warn you of one thing. Should you choose to keep your living situation the same, I expect you both to be responsible. Should Ms. Manson here show up pregnant, I will not be able, nor willing, to keep it from your peers and you will be forced to move. Do I make myself clear?" He held a no-nonsense tone. I was honestly surprised he was willing to let me stay at the school, much less in the same apartment as Danny, but I sure as hell was not going to test that.

"Yes, Mr. Lancer." Both me and Danny replied both instantaneously and unanimously.

"Good. That will be all. You may return to your normal classes." The bell rang as soon as he said that, signaling the start of our second periods.

First things first, the new update schedule. ...this might take a little explaining...

To explain this quickly, me and strict update schedules don't play very nicely together. This is not to say there won't be one, it's just saying that I can't stick to it. I don't mean I won't be able to update it on time, if anything I mean the opposite. I'm sure writers are well aware of the need to write ideas down as they come to you, correct? Yes, well I'm not a very organized person and I hate having finished chapters sitting on my desktop waiting for the next update day to be published. If they sit there too long, odds are that I'll end up missing one when I go to post them later. Hence why I am going to a less strict update regimine.

The will be updates every Monday and Friday, however, my updates will not be limited to these days. If I have something ready before then, you'll see it before then. Simple enough?

Moving on to a random question I have found running around in my head all day...

I was rewatching Phantom Planet and something caught my attention. Lancer's comment after Danny and Tucker present their plan against the Disastroid... Lancer staes that "They never put this much effort into their schoolwork."

My question for you is this: Is it possible that was meant as a hint that Lancer had already had it all figured out? Sure, Sam and Jazz were also on that stage in the background, but Danny and Tucker were the only two presenting... Just a random thought.

Wow...that was a long author's note...

Anyways, I'd love to hear comments and feedback, or even your answer to my random question! :D

Invisible One