a/n: I'm back sorry for the long absence. I was feeling very insecure about my writing and grammar abilities. I have worked on it in my absence.
if you guys read this story when it was first written you know that it was never finished, and that it had some grammar issues. I'm here to let you know I have worked on my grammar, and I will be adding more detail in the chapters. I vow to finish this story this time.
if you read the description it's obvious this is based off of superman. Now when I say this I don't mean this is based off any particular movie comic or show. What I mean is that the basis of it is based off of superman, not the plots. The plots are mine.
Also, I'm sure your wondering what will be Danny's kryptonite. Well it will be the blood blossoms. If you don't remember, they are these flower petals that can kill Danny when he touches them. They are from the episode infinite realms.
Also, Tuck is going to be younger then Danny and Sam they are 25 and tuck is 18
This takes place in 2004, for a reason and you will understand once I introduce Tucker.
So, this is who's who:
Clark Kent /Kal-El/Superman: Danny Fenton/ Phantom Tempus/ Danny Phantom
Lois lane: Sam Manson
Jimmy Olsen: Tucker Foley
Perry White: Petey Walcott (my oc)
Martha Kent: Maddie Fenton
Johnathan Kent: Jack Fenton
Lex luthor: Vlad masters/ Vlad Plasmius
Jor-El: Clockwork Tempus
Lara-El: Elisabeth Tempus (Elisabeth my oc)
Mercy Graves: Crystal Winchester (my oc)
Supergirl/Kara Kent/ Kara Zor-El: Dani Fenton/ Dani Phantom
Lana Lang: Valerie Grey
General Zod: Pariah Dark
Just in case I use them:
Joker: Freakshow
Harley Quinn: Lydia
Bruce Wayne/ Batman: Ethan long/black jaguar (My oc)
Alright shall we get this party started, yes okay?
Chapter one: Things Change
Overlooker's pov
A young man of the age of 25, landed from flying at a lone house on a farm in the small back water town of amity park Ohio. The man had snow white hair and glowing green eyes, he was not human and in this form, it showed.
He was clad in a skin tight, black suit with grayish white boots, and grayish white gloves and collar, in the middle of his nice but not at all bulky chest, was some sort of odd, "D" that was obviously not of earth.
It was a "D" nonetheless. Upon landing the boy phased into the small, house and as soon as he was inside, he willed a flash of light to surround his body, and when it died down there stood, a human boy, or so it appeared.
This boy had the same lanky, but nicely built from, but instead of snow white hair and glowing green eyes, this man's eyes were a bright and vibrant blue as clear and crystal has the daytime sky, and his hair was as black as night. His skin in contrast was a nice pale color, not to pale however almost bordering on slightly tanned.
The ghostboy or rather ghost man now didn't even bother to open the door he simply phased right through it entering the house. His tired eyes took in his once familiar surroundings, he was home again.
The house was everything you would expect. It wasn't super large most of the land was the farm. When you walked in right away you were in the kitchen. The walls were painted a light yellow. There was a big window with baby blue 50's style curtains on the wall and a matching baby blue 50's style dining room table with 4 chairs covered in plastic.
The house smelled of sweet apple pie. The man could tell the old-fashioned oven was on. A light smile passed his lips. He took a moment to relish in how good it felt to be home.
The man had a nicely sculpted jaw and a very nice face with a light boyish charm about his features. He was clad in nothing more than, than torn and tattered blue jeans, and a ripped up white shirt. With a red oval in the center, sighing the boy sat down in a chair at the neat and pristine dining table, in the humble little house. Propping his elbows on the table, the boy put his head in-between his hands, only to rub his temples in annoyance, finally the boy had a moment of piece, if only a moment.
He had some big news to tell his family, after a little while away and no matter how light you put it, this type of news was never easy to deliver.
"little brother your home" came an excited shrill has the boy's older sister, came rushing down the stairs in childish glee, her fiery red orange hair trailing behind her, running up to him the girl damn near crushed him with a hug.
Reluctantly the boy hugged, back only to grit his teeth to keep from groaning in pain. This didn't make the news he had to tell them any easier. he couldn't even look his sister in her vibrant teal green eyes. He was in physical pain from a recent fight and it was evident after jazz released him from the hug his muscles ached though his bruises and cuts were already starting to heal due to his advanced healing. He wasn't invulnerable but he was pretty damn close. His face contorted in pain he thanked whatever deity that within a matter of hours he'd feel no pain at all.
A worried look crossed her features, as the girl took the nearest seat to him. "long time no see, what was it this time, drug smuggling, talking prostitutes into an honest life, or just avoiding your family" the girl said a bit bitter, she didn't mean any harm by it, she just felt incomplete without her little brother. She loved him so much despite his always gallivanting off.
Rolling his eyes, the boy placed a smirk on his lips, "actually I stopped Technes from getting, the most powerful computer in the world" the boy said, looking at his sister. It had been quite a brutal fight but the boy was used to it by now he had been doing this since his powers began developing at the ripe age of 14.
Though Danny was more used to it than he should be, jazz and his parents might never be.
"look Danny I'm proud of you, I am I just I'm afraid one slip up. one trust to the wrong person and your government property, once the guys in white, find out you exist they'll stop at nothing to find a way to hurt you, I couldn't live with that Danny"
That was her biggest fear.
The girl said looking down, the boy placed a comforting hand, on her hand
"listen jazz, I don't expect you to understand, but this is my job, when the time zone, my home world was destroyed, I was saved. It is my job to make sure the malicious ghost of the ghost zone don't hurt people like you, or mom or dad, or anyone. I'm stopping them because I'm the only one who can." The boy said.
He knew it was true though it was quite the burden to bear, would he ever had a normal life he wondered.
Most days he felt as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He wanted to be human he really did. that was one thing he never was and one thing he'll never be. He was an alien. He was not of the earth, and not of the stars. he was from a place long forgotten. He was from a place that would never exist again.
His sister nodded putting a hand up to stop him from going on. She had heard it all before, but it still wounded her heart to see her baby brother coming home with wound after wound it truly did. "Danny boy" came the booming voice of jack Fenton, the two siblings father, "Maddie he's here Danny boys' back!" the man screamed in the same childish excitement the girl had had.
A rumbling was heard, as the woman rushed downstairs as fast as her 54-year-old body could carry her. "my baby boy" Maddie Fenton said, rushing toward her son who cracked his famous lopsided boyish grin, "I love you to mom" the boy said, his smile still firmly in its place. These were the times he was truly happy despite everything.
"stand up Danny, let me look at you have you been eating, we have some ecto lasagna, it's a bit green, and will bite back, but's it's still good" the woman said, as she made her way over, to her baby boy, he would always be a baby to her, even though the boy no stood a 6'2, and looked every bit of it.
Danny couldn't help but chuckle at his mother momentarily. Oh, how he loved her oh wow he loved them all. His family made him happy. His family made him very happy indeed although there was something missing in his life the boy knew that.
His life had consisted of saving people and that was it. he briefly wondered when his life stopped being a life, when he stopped living. Had it always been this way... no he thought it hadn't. The boy reluctantly agreed to stand, showing his poor in awe mother, his cuts and bruises through his tattered shirt. The woman put a hand over her mouth, in awe and pain seeing her son in that way wounded her so. "oh, Danny I know you will continue to fight those ghostly menaces, no matter what, we say and we don't blame you, fighting them is the only thing you can do to honor your real parents…"
the woman said as she said the last to words, softly, and her heart stung at those words. Danny quickly rushed to her mother's side, wrapping her in a hug. Danny was from a faraway land but earth was his home, and Maddie was his mom. Maddie knew he knew that it still hurt her though that somewhere out there he had parents who were just like him. That was something Maddie Fenton could never be she could never be what her son was.
"you guys are my real parents, clockwork and Elisabeth, are just clockwork, and Elisabeth I love them, I do they are a part of me, but you guys are my real parents, and jazz is my real sister" the boy said, as Maddie let a tear slide down her cheek, even though she already knew how her son, felt it good to have reassurance.
It felt good especially after having him in and out of Fenton works. He was flying for months at a time, on missions to fight ghost, in various countries. It was hard on the family. Maddie ran an aging hand through her graying hair. It had once been a somewhat light brown. It had thinned out a little due to age but it was still in the same short bob.
She needed invigoration, they all did, and they just wished that their son could fight closer to amity or at least somewhere in America. Little did they know their silent pleas were about to be answered. Though not exactly in the ways they wanted. After the long hug with his mother, Danny sat back down, and got serious look on his face.
It was time to rip off the band aid he had to tell them now or he doubted he ever would.
They all knew it was something big, Danny was a carefree guy, a good guy, a boy scout so to speak, though he never was one, of course when he was serious things were serious. "I um, I got some news…" the boy began, as the room grew silent, all attention focused on him, he continued.
"…I'm moving to New York…permanently" the boy said shocking his family, the boy who was the true definition of a drifter was settling down it was unheard of. "You're moving somewhere and staying" jazz said raising and eyebrow, her facial features emitting shock, as the others were.
She silent hid the fact that she wished he were moving back to amity park. She couldn't say that though she had to be happy for him just because she was stuck being amity parks best therapist didn't mean he had to be stuck there too. She only wished she had the courage to get out of the small town.
"Have you found a girl" Maddie said, her face excited like a child once more. Her wrinkles smiled with her as jack cut in just as thrilled. Maddie's violet eyes were alive with glee perhaps they'd finally have a wedding or maybe even grandchildren after all waiting on their therapist of a daughter was exhausting. The girl was married to her work.
"Wait ago, that's my boy, when do we get to me her." Jack said earning himself, a bump in the arm courtesy of his wife. Blushing Danny got a look of annoyance on his face. He felt a pang in his heart before speaking.
"there's no girl, but maybe there will be, that's one of the reasons why I'm moving there I can't spend my whole life only honoring clockwork, and Elisabeth. I have to honor you guys too, I have to honor Danny Fenton. Danny Fenton hasn't been doing much at all. so I'm moving to New York and giving him a life. I can deal with both human and ghost crime there, and who knows this girl who guys have been wanted me to meet might be there."
The boy finished, with another lopsided grin, as he thought about finding his soul mate he found himself wondering who she might be often.
He hadn't really been in a relationship, since his high school girlfriend Valerie grey, who at one point he thought it might be her. He knew now he was wrong. Danny Fenton had been practically everywhere in the world, flying a 212, which was double the speed, he flew at when he first started his awakening of his powers, back then he only flew at 112. Now he seemed to be getting a bit faster has time wore on.
He had learned 4 languages, besides tempus, which was the language of his people, in fact he wasn't just a citizen he was a prince, that's why the language was his last name.
Now thanks to his travels, he had Japanese, Spanish, French, and Russian. He had had a few out of character one night stands, with a few women in a couple cities, but never had enough time, or will to stay long enough for anything else.
now he was 25, and was tired of his parents bugging him for grandchildren or marriage, and decided he wanted to at least pretend to be normal. Normal 25 year olds, got jobs, and dated and what not. So that's what he decided to do.
He hoped he would find her, so maybe for once he wouldn't feel so alone in a world full of people. Despite his parents love and sisters, he was still alone they didn't know what it was like.
He hated it the loneliness was the worst of it all. It made him feel like even more of an alien. He missed having a woman to share his life with. Though he supposed Valerie gray was never that girl. He hoped she, whoever she was, would know how he felt to be alone (as cruel has that sounded). The alien was pulled out of his musings momentarily before hearing his father speak.
"So, let me get this straight your moving to New York, to find your soul mate" Jack said completely missing the point. "No, I'm going to work as an investigative reporter, for the New York times, and live life, as a normal man."
Danny sighed at times his father's daftness annoyed him but he loved Jack just the same. The boy said, allowing Jack, to comprehend that new information. "Why not work for Amity Chronicles" Maddie said, sadly.
Ohio was nowhere near, New York plane tickets were expensive, and Danny could only fly 212 miles per hour, how often would they get to see each other, the woman wondered. Still they knew they couldn't keep him there though selfishly they almost wished they could.
"Guys, I know this, sounds bad, and it sounds like I'm just going away again, but I'm not I am just a phone call away, I'll always be here… I promise" the boy said determination in his eyes. "I love you little brother, and I'm proud of you." Jazz said, trying to give Danny some support about his decision. She was always his biggest support system that was her little brother and she swore long ago to protect the boy at all cost.
"I support, you always my boy" Maddie said, smiling as a tear broke loose. "Let's celebrate with fudge" jack said, his childish grin breaking out once more. Maddie, jumped up from her seat at the table as she got up to go get the fudge, the ecto lasagna was long forgotten Danny thanked whatever deity for that.
Over looker's pov
Flash back 3 years prior
22-year-old Sam Manson, sat at a table full of stiff and nasally businessmen. She was at what was supposed to be the meeting for the company she was supposedly supposed to succeed. But Sam Manson, had other plans, she just couldn't take it anymore.
Her amethyst eyes held a look of oppression. The look of a caged animal. She wasn't free. Her nails were perfectly groomed her dark black hair was freshly curled, her make up was professionally done and she hated it. She hated every minute of living in their world. She'd be damned straight to hell before she lived her whole life in their fashion.
She couldn't take her parents, simply writing her off, and she was about to prove it. All her life she had done things as close to what they wanted that she could possibly think of. It was little things mind you, like dating joe masters for example though for the time being she had really loved him. Still Sam had tried though the girl had a rebellion in her, Sam had still secretly wanted her parent's approval.
"I call a recess, 10 minutes" the girl said, smirking at her mother, who gave her the biggest glare she could muster. The businessmen began filing out of the room confused and a bit baffled, leaving the two Manson women alone.
Pamela Manson held her phony botoxed smile, until the last one left the room, then it turned into a scowl. The strawberry blond haired woman stood, shaking furiously as she banged, bother hands on the table in anger. "What the hell is wrong with you Samantha?"
The woman damn near screamed, she thought her daughter was done rebelling yet here she was. It angered her to the core. For once Pamela Manson just wanted her daughter to live up to her and her husband's Jeremy's expectations. She silently cursed her now deceased mother in law for this.
She had always been just like her daughter and that was part of the reason her and Ida never got along. Pamela's face was beat red in anger she couldn't believe her daughter was pulling this yet again.
Sam snapped addressing her mother she couldn't wait any longer she had to do this for her. "it was me, the real me, not a phase not rebellion, I can't do this anymore mother, I have to be myself" the girl said, her eyes down cast a bit, at knowing neither of her parents would never understand her, they never had. She wanted their approval she did but she couldn't sit around anymore waiting for something that may never come.
When she decided, she was an ultra recyclo vegetarian, that was a phase to them, the same thing with her Goth image, neither of which she dropped, because they were her a huge part of her, but Pamela and Jeremy Manson would never understand that.
"So, what the hell do you want to do Sam" the woman said saying her daughter's nickname, with all the venom she could muster. "This" the girl said pulling out an old worn for wear superman comic book, that the girl used to read all the time as a kid, and still read sometimes, just because.
Pamela paused before she broke out into a shocked laughter. as soon she let it die down, her shock was still evident in her face Pamela began to shake her head in amusement her perfectly done strawberry blond hair shaking with her.
"you want to fly Samantha" the woman said her chuckles still in her voice. She just couldn't help herself. "no mom, I want to help people. I want to tell the truth, put my writing to good use. Last week I applied for a position at the New York times. They said because I've never worked at a newspaper before I have to start out on small stories, but Petey Walcott said that I have the potential to be the best New York has to offer."
The girl said a genuine smile beaming on her face, as her mother sighed she straightened her spine so she'd have the perfect posture.
"Well… I'm still in my prime, and you're still quite a young girl so, I'll tell you what hmmm, you get this Lilly lame business out of your system…"
Sam rolled her eyes, at her mother's butchering of her favorite character's name. She sighed has well her amethyst eyes held a sadness in them.
"It's Lois lane mom, and your still not getting it. You and dad have never gotten it, ever my life isn't a phase. Mom who I am isn't a phase, and I do hope one day you see that." The young woman said, gather her gothic briefcase with grotesque stickers covering it, and smoothed down her jet-black pencil skirt, as she left the room without another word.
She was done trying to please her parents at all, what good would it do her. What good had it ever done her.
"ohhh the girl will, come around I'm sure…" Pamela Manson said to herself, as she got up and proceeded to go outside and tell the suited businessmen that, the recess was over.
Pamela and Jeremy Manson would never understand their daughter. it pained Sam that the only person who ever did was now dead and gone.
Flashback over, present day
Over looker's pov
25-year-old Sam Manson shook her head as if the painful memory would go, with it as she took a sip of her black coffee and finished up the last few sentences of her stories.
The girl had achieved everything she wanted and more, she was one of the most respected reporters in the u.s.a.. She even had her own billboard. Her conscience was fulfilled. The girl had even taken a young boy under her wing as she called it. He even became like a brother to her.
He was rather annoying and the two were polar opposites, but at the end of the day they had each other's back. He was like an 18-year-old brother to her. The girl smiled at the thoughts of some of his antics. He was so full of joy, and so optimistic most of the time. He wanted to be a reporter and the young girl believed he would. Petey treated the two of Sam and tucker like family. He also treated tuck like his bitch in a plan to teach him to stand up for himself.
Sam gave off an uncharacteristic chuckle, before letting her face go back to her normal expression that was usually firmly on her purple painted lips. Getting up the girl walked briskly her jet-black hair swing ever so slightly. until she got to a door that had an artificially fogged window that said in pristine printed black letters, that said Petey Walcott, Editor in Chief.
Stopping there the girl put her hand on the hand before barging in the door. This was Sam's routine go to work, work and go home. It was the same thing every day. The paper was her life and she pretended to be content with it, though there had always been something missing.
She shook her head once more before speaking. "Walcott, do you have another story for me." the girl said, a smile gracing her, there were two things that seemed to make Sam smile, her stories and tucker. when he wasn't annoying the hell out of her. Other than that, the girl kept a stoic look upon her delicate features, she was in pain, not that she'd ever admit it. everything Sam did was subconsciously seeking her parent's approval, although she never got it.
She figured she never would, the girl had stopped trying in what seemed like a lifetime ago.
The last time she had it was when she had a high school romance with Vlad master's son, joseph master's. Despite the Manson fortune, dating the son of a rich billionaire made her parents proud. The last time she was sure they had hated her, was the day she told them she dumped him.
Before that she was positive, that they had loved her in their own way. Now she truly wasn't so sure. She felt like just another thing they had bought with their billions and she hated it. To add insult to injury was her grandmother's death when Sam was just 18, well that just made things far worse.
Shaking her head from yet another painful memory the girl awaited her boss's answer. The man was in his early 50's his sandy brown hair faded rapidly into gray. (Well the part of his hair that was still there.) He was a short plump man, who was just as obsessed with the paper, as Sam Manson. That was the way he got where he was.
Sometimes Sam wondered did she truly want to be where he was. In her somewhat old age; his wife had divorced him six months ago for lack of being home. He was always at the paper. Did she truly want that? The girl obviously wasn't getting any younger, and time passed quick as she knew. It seemed it was just the other day she was a gothic ten-year-old obsessed with superman comics. She was the odd ball in any group. Sam had always been different. Growing up had been very lonely.
With girls, they made fun of her for reading comics, saying that they were for boys. With the other gothic kids, they didn't understand why she'd read superman as opposed to batman. and the reason was because most people liked batman because he was human, she liked superman because he wasn't. Sometimes… no most of the time Sam felt like an alien.
Superman was the last of his kind, all alone on a planet full of people. To her, to not be bitter to still wear bright colors, and see the world that wasn't even his so optimistically he was truly a hero.
To never be tempted by all that power, yes that's why she liked superman. Sure she would have liked him more, if he wore darker color's but hey everyone had there flaws right?
"Yes, has a matter of fact, I have a project for you two." At this the girl's eyes, narrowed. The last time she had a story with someone else it was to pretend to be married to one of her coworkers. That little incident had almost got her raped if it wasn't for her trust combat, boots that she would have been violated for sure.
"What kind of project?" The girl said through gritted, teeth 'What torcher can this project bring?' the girl thought. She didn't like working with people. That was fact she didn't trust people that was how she was, especially now. Call her jaded but that was her. "We have a rookie reporter in from amity park, and he's quite good I want you to-" Petey started but the hotheaded girl, refused to even let him finish.
"Oh, no no no, come on Walcott, I thought we had an understanding I told you, I'm not really a people person I-" the girl began her eye's softening a bit, has memories of being rejected by her peers flashed through her eyes. She felt so small. She felt like that little girl again. She hated feeling this way, she hated it more than anything in the world.
"What about the kid?" the man asked raising and eye brow a smirk applied to his lips. He wondered what her response would be. it was obvious the two were close but even he didn't know everything. "Tuck's different, and even him and I have boundaries, look Walcott-"
The girl tried once again but Walcott had it, his mind was made up. He watched over the whole office, and saw everything. He saw who needed what, and who wanted who and who was in trouble, everything. The office of New York times was less like a bunch of coworkers, and more like a family.
He knew exactly what Sam needed. He didn't know all the details but he knew who her parents were, and had the displeasure of meeting them once. He knew what growing up in their household could do to a child. he noticed even in the setting of the office Sam didn't quite fit in. Of course the others tried to welcome her. It was as if she just couldn't fit in.
Her and tucker stuck together, because the boy was the youngest in all the office, and he spent most of the time with his technology and inventions, then socializing. Of course, tucker carried around his trusty camera being the resident photographer and all. He knew the two were missing something and somehow, in a matter of a year or so he saw Sam, and the boy from amity park together, and married. little did he know...
He wanted good for both Sam and the boy from amity park, he seemed lonely too.
"Sam it's final, it's an order" and with that Sam knew, he was serious he never gave her orders, well he did but not in that tone, so she knew she was going to have to agree, gritting her teeth the girl did just that. "Fine, where is Mr. Amity anyway?"
The girl quipped as she cracked, a sarcastic smile "behind you" petey said as a smirk graced his features, the girl turned around to meet Danny Fenton, the boy was glad in a light blue suit the color of his eyes, and a vibrate green tie, it damn near fit like a second skin accenting all of him. His messy hair dropped over his light blue eyes, and at seeing the sight of Sam before him his signature lopsided grin broke out upon his face.
The two just stood there for a minute, as amethyst eyes meet ocean ones, and something clicked deep deep down in there sub consciousness, the man who couldn't stay put and the girl who couldn't seem to get close to anyone, knew that they had found their soul mates. Of course their consciousness weren't even ready to admit it, let alone there out loud voices. That would take a while.
Still not breaking his smile, Danny put his left hand up to the back of his neck, suddenly nervous of the girl before him. He hadn't been this nervous since he had his growth spurge, in the summer between 9th grade and 10th. Yet here he was being has nervous has he was way back then. 'what the hell is she doing to me' the boy thought.
'Those eyes, that hair, I might not dislike having a partner after all' the girl thought as another smile broke out upon her feature. She needed to add this to her list. This guy whose name she didn't even know, was the third thing that could make her smile. The boy cleared his throat and thought it best to introduce himself.
"I'm um Danny, Fenton" the boy said extending his hand towards, hers which she gladly shook. When there's hands touched they, both felt a spark there. Their faces suddenly felt terribly hot. They both redrew their hands, turning their faces to hide their blushes.
"um, Sam, Sam Manson" the girl said as she finally stopped blushing only to begin again at his next comment. "I know I um, saw your billboard" he said blushing once again, putting his hand to his neck again. 'Oh god no' the girl thought, embarrassed at the thought.
She had taken the photo just to shut tucker up. It was at a function and boom the next minute she found out Petey had put a billboard, saying "Sam Manson exposing the truth since 2001". She hated it, it didn't represent her at all. It was extremely cliché and the outfit, well it was a Halloween costume a non-gothic one, mind you.
'The year I decided to wear a non-gothic costume, it becomes a fucking billboard' the girl though bitterly. "I um, that billboard, is nothing like me" she said her face still mortified though she didn't know why. She was swooning this was not in her nature at all. She truly wondered what the hell was happening to her. Both she and Danny had completely forgotten that they were still in Petey's office.
"Go on down to Vlad co. and get a statement, about his new endorsement for the government foundation the guys in white." The editor in chief said, breaking the barrier only soul mates had. The pair simultaneously cleared their throats, and said "let's go" at the same time. They both left the room afterwards.
Once the door was closed and he was sure, they were gone, Petey mumbled to himself "lovebirds". Meanwhile outside the door, and back in the main part of the office found Sam giving Danny a limited tour of the office, one the way to the elevator.
"… That's where the fashion writer's sit, and over there is my desk, and there is the 24-hour snack buffet. And this is-" the girl said before a black boy at the age of 18 with a red beret, and a yellow suit, with a grey tie, and thick black glasses, and a polaroid camera around his neck, came rushing up to the pair. his teal eyes were sparkling with curiosity.
"Hey Sam, who's your friend" the boy said cheerfully "This is Danny Fenton and were going to do a story at Vlad co. "oh" he said sadly thinking he had been replaced, the 18-year-old boy was rather dependent on Sam. Though the pair fought a lot, to him she was his sister. He loved her in that manner. Tucker's teal eyes looked sad.
Sam sensed his feeling, "Hey tuck, chill just because I got a writing partner doesn't, mean I won't need an annoying techno geek to take pictures, for me." the girl said smirking. She got a smile from the boy. Just like that his demeanor changed back to his normal cheery one.
"Hi Danny, I'm Tucker Foley" he said pulling out his pda and flip phone, "You see I bought these as a normal pda, has a normal pda and cell phone but, now they can do so much more, they can hack into systems has important has the fbi, and it can even shoot lasers, as a weapon just in case, ya know the job gets to dangerous, and this camera as zoom features, I added myself by-"
Tucker said before being cut off, by Sam who was half way across the room, inside an elevator that's doors were rapidly closing. "Hey Danny, all is fair in love and journalism" the girl said before the doors closed. Danny scrunched his eye brows, before he felt another grin growing on his lips. Damn she was quick Danny didn't even realize she had walked away.
He had mad respect for the girl she had bested him. That made her even more beautiful 'something tells me, New York will be the most interesting city yet'. The boy thought to himself, picturing her face in his mind, as he stared off into space. "Hey, don't worry, she still likes ya, Sam's a bit hard to understand" Danny felt his heart beat fast at Tucker's words, 'is it that obvious'. He thought referring to his affections, for the girl. "Hey, I won't tell anyone, even her" the boy said. Danny was happy tucker would keep his secret
"Am I that obvious?" Danny asked, looking to the boy next to him. He could already see him and himself has good friends, maybe even something like brother's. "Blatantly, she's a tough one to crack, a real mystery ya know, she doesn't let anyone get to close, until me, and Petey now you, I could help you if you want."
Tucker said highly confusing, the boy "Ya know, get together with her," Tucker said clearing things up, "Hey listen it's not that simple, I'm- never mind I might take you up on that one day." Danny said grinning and blushing at the thought of being with Sam.
Something clicked in his head, and he realized he had to get to Vlad co. quick. He ran to the bathroom, the boy went in and changed into Danny phantom. He then phased through the wall, and was on his way to Vlad co.
He was sure to beat Sam now, 'all is fair in love a journalism right Sam' the boy thought though he knew she couldn't hear him. He flew high above the world below him faded away he felt so free. He felt the clouds in his snow-white hair, doing flips and tumbles. Of course most of all he was thinking of the mystery that was Sam Manson.
a/n: Yeah so please let me know if you like it. I did my best. It was the first chapter I hope you enjoyed it. For those of you who remember this story from way back when I hope this is better. I accept any critics, I did my best grammar wise. If anyone would like to give me any pointers feel free. I want to know what you thought, please review.