Disclaimer: I do not make money off of writing this. It is completely fan-made, and all rights go to their respective owner(s).
Summary: Sam imagines the accident going differently, early in her freshman year.
Rating: Teen? Kid friendly? I don't know.
Genre(s): angst, adventure
Sam Phantom
What if…?
"So are you going in there or not?" Sam asked her two greatest friends.
Danny shook his head and waved his hands. "Absolutely not. I would know the hazards of this room."
Tucker squirmed away from the dark hole in the wall. "Not unless the ghost expert in the room does. And he's not. Have fun in there yourself, Sam. I'll just keep watch for his parents."
Sam raised her eyebrows when she turned around, wondering when they would stop her. Danny should have, having said what he did. But he didn't.
She entered the space, without changing into something safer, because it wouldn't matter. The thing was unresponsive in the first place.
It was amazing- and it was utterly depressing. In it lied the dead hopes and dreams of an insane couple whom she looked up to with a great respect. The entire machine was the make it or break it part of their career.
It's walls almost seemed to press down on her, which was strange, because she wasn't claustrophobic.
Sam tripped on a wire almost instantly, in her adventure into the would be ghost zone, and had to slap a hand onto a wall for support, hitting a button. The machine's whirring noise, saying it was starting up came and went, but she couldn't get out. Her boots were stuck in the mesh of wires. Danny and Tucker didn't know what to do when they heard the noise.
Ectoplasm shot out from small pores in the walls, ceiling, and floor around her. The electrical part of the machine sent small currents of electricity into her skin. She was going to die. There was no doubt about that.
But then she kicked the wires away, and the portal, which she now knew was pulling her out of itself, threw her back into the lab.
She was alive but not the Sam everyone knew. She wore white and yellow clothing (red replacing the hardly noticeable green that had been in her skirt), instead of black and purple. Her facial features were the same, but instead of black hair and purple eyes, they were again, ashen and gold. This was Sam's ghost.
Danny and Tucker rushed to her sides and almost fainted. They'd killed her. They didn't know how to comprehend it.
She was awake and looked into the shiny surface of the metal tables, almost passing out.
A white-blue light flashed around her and when it left, Sam, the Sam everyone knew, was in the ghost's place.
She guessed then that she was half human, still, and despite it all, laughed to herself, as a coping mechanism. She was both living and dead. She probably had ghost powers. The people she didn't like would face small pieces of her wrath everyday from then on and no one would suspect her.
Sam didn't know what was going on, but she felt that everything was going to be just fine.
No, that's a little silly, she thought to herself. She wouldn't know a thing. She would probably just faint like Danny had. But then, she wasn't the ghost child of ghost hunters.
"Miss Manson, do you know the answer?" a voice broke her day dreaming.
"Uhh," she shook her head, vaporizing any stray ideas from her distraction. "Yes. Antinous...?"