Summary: What happens when Danny has a nightmare? Was it just a nightmare? Or did it foretell the future? Only time will tell. In the meantime Team Phantom readies for an inevitable war. Will Danny be able to save everyone? Even Himself?

A/N: Hey guys this is my first attempt at a Danny Phantom Fanfic. Might edit the summary in the future. I will try to update weekly. For the time being though here is the first chapter. Please Enjoy, and don't forget to review it is greatly appreciated. Thanks.

He wakes with a start. His head shooting up, from the ground. Snow white hair is stuck against his forehead by sweat. Bright green irises shot about taking in the scene around him. Looking down he sees his jet black spandex suit adorned with many irregularly shaped rips. Ectoplasm leaked from a few of the tears where gashes made their home. What happened… His mind races for an explanation, finding nothing but an awful migraine. White noise tugging at the corners of his vision. His face tightens, wincing as he grabbed ahold of the side of his head, with a white gloved hand. He breathes in and breathes out. Attempting to relax, hoping the migraine will subside. After a short time the white noise started to ease. Taking the opportunity he lowers his hand, and looks around.

The room was dark. He could barely make out the concrete slab floor, on which he sat. It was smooth, and polished. His eyes tried to pierce the darkness. Trying to find any shadows or outlines, that might clue him into his location. It was pure darkness. Seeing this startling fact he tries to stand. Putting his weight onto his hands, to bring his feet under him. His shoulders and back protested. Burning and aching the whole way. Once on his feet he decided it couldn't hurt to walk around, and try to find an exit. He walked forward, and instantly regretted it. Something caught at his ankles, and he went face onto the floor. Luckily his hands came forward, took the brunt of it.

With a grunt he rolled into a sitting position, and upon inspection found that both his ankles were bound in chains. They looked archaic more like something you would find in a medieval castle. He didn't fail to see the green tinge they gave off. Whoever did this has access to anti ghost technology. With this thought he decided, his only option left was to call out to his captor.

He tried calling out. His voice catching, just now realizing how dry his throat really was. Swallowing to try to wet his dry throat as much as possible. Then he called as loud as he could manage, "Anyone there?" Coming out very weak, yet it still caught someone's attention.

Bright flood lights came to life all around him. Making him flinch covering his eyes temporarily with his gloved hands. It felt like ages as his eyes adjusted to the light and his hands slowly lowered. Revealing the full breadth of the room he was in. His breath hitched in dread at what laid in front of him.

Across from him in the concrete stood an operating table. There was a person strapped onto it, that looked worn out and bruised. He looked straight into scared purple irises as they stared back. No it can't be Sam, no this can't be happening. He looked her over taking note of the many bruises covering her skin, as well as the gag shoved in her mouth. Next the IV line embedded in the crook of her elbow caught his attention. No this isn't real.

"I can promise you Daniel, this is indeed happening." A masculine voice called from behind him. He recognized the voice in an instant. His surprise gave way to anger, and a deep scowl formed on his face. He ignored his bodies protests, while his muscles tightened. With his fists clenched tightly he peered over his shoulder to spot the man. The culprit wore a suit, and a smug smirk made its home on his lips.

"Plasmius" he states with venom clear in his voice. Glaring at the man as best as he could over his shoulder.

"Now Daniel that's no way to treat your gracious host. Now is it?" The man states as he walked around Danny making his way in between his two captives. It was his turn to return the glare as he came to a stop in the middle of the room. Meeting the halfa's glare with his own, he asks "Now how do we teach you your manners, huh?" Obviously meant to be a rhetorical question. The man did not wait for an answer. Instead turning on heel, conceding his glaring match with the younger halfa. Walking towards the other captive. "We'll just have to punish him, huh?" He asked looking toward Sam strapped down on the table.

She made noises against the gag, that neither of the other two could understand. Vlad made his way to a cart, that the halfa hadn't noticed before. It stood on casters a few feet from the edge of the table. The man stopped looking over something on it. Evidently choosing something the man reached down, and what he came up with made Danny's glare drop, for a horrified look to take its place. In Plasmius' calloused palms an archaic looking pair of pliers made their home.

"Now Daniel how many fingernails of hers will it take, for you to learn some respect?" Vlad asked clearly enjoying the look on Danny's face.

Danny's gaze met with the Sam's face for a split second. Taking in the scared look that haunted her usually confident gaze. The tears forming in her eyes. How dare he threaten her. How dare he make her cry. He looked away towards the man responsible for her tears. In that moment resolve struck deep within his chest. His face contorted into a powerful scowl as he stared Vlad down. "This is between you and me Plasmius. Leave her out of it." His words came out as a growl.

For a split second Danny could see Plasmius' resolve crack, but as soon as he sees it, it is replaced by an annoyed sneer. "Daniel, I don't take commands from the likes of you." Before the young halfa knew what happened, Plasmius waved his arm. Releasing a wave of ectoplasm in Danny's direction. When it hit a shock was sent through the boy's body. His muscles spasmed, and he let out a strangled scream. As soon as they started the spasms ceased, but for the young halfa it lasted an eternity.

Air filled his lungs in labored rasps. He fell forward onto his palms as he reacclimated to breathing. Once his composure was regained enough he looked up, into his enemies eyes. With his harshest glare he growled, "You'll regret that Plasmius." Danny started to concentrate on willing ectoplasm to surround his hands, for combat.

Wait… Why isn't it working? He studied his hands confused. "What's wrong Daniel? Your powers not working?" Vlad asked clearly amused.

"What did you do Plasmius?" Daniel asked clearly angry, yet confused. He studied Vlad, who was very clearly enjoying his confusion.

Letting a chuckle escape his lips Vlad informed. "You like my new power? Now, if you'll excuse me Daniel." He turned away from Danny to focus on Sam still strapped to the table. What? He can short out my powers?

Danny was pulled out of his confused state, by Sam's muffled cries against her gag. He realized the reason for her distress in an instant. Plasmius now stood facing her, with the pliers about to surround a fingernail, on her right hand. "Leave her alone!" He shouts before realizing what he had said.

Instead of retorting right away Vlad just chuckled to himself. Turning around the older halfa's gaze met the younger's. "Now what are you going to do about it? Right now your nothing more than a weak boy." He grinned at the last part of his statement. When Danny stood there truly stumped the man broke into an even bigger smirk. Loving every bit of it. The man decided to end the halfa's suffering, and drive the final spike into place. "You never were nothing more than a boy, who played superhero on the weekends. You only did it to feel loved. Even though it was your alter ego that was loved. It was something, wasn't it? Even this girl." He stated pointing at Sam. "She only likes you because of your alter ego. Face it, without him no one would care one bit about you. You would just be another faceless kid." Vlad looked long into his eyes. Waiting for him to crack.

Danny's resolve fell, once he processed everything Vlad had said, and oddly found most if not all of it to have some truth to it. He is right. Would people even care? What about Sam? He wondered as he met her eyes, which were full of sadness. Probably at everything Vlad had just said. The young halfa looked downward no longer trusting his resolve, when it came to staring into her eyes.

A muffled cry pulled him from his somber state. The older halfa had grew bored, and had turned back around to face Sam. He had her pointer finger nail in between the jaws of the archaic pliers. Danny gasped, as Vlad smirked and yanked.

-Break-

He shot straight up gasping, for a breath he didn't know he was missing. Sweat coated his body pinning his black hair back against his forehead. Was it all a nightmare? Danny thought as he sighed, and checked to see if the other person, in the bed, had awoken. Relieved at her still slumbering form he as quietly as possible got off the bed. A cold shower oughta help. Making it to the master bathroom he shut the door, then turned on the light. Not wanting to disturb his companions peaceful sleep.

Turning to the mirror he studied the reflection. Dark bags adorned the underside of his eyes, and stress lines were prevalent on his face. Looking towards his body he realized how much ghost hunting had payed off. Providing him with some pretty noticeable muscles. Sighing once again he turned to the shower, and turned it onto the coldest setting. He took off his sweatpants and climbed into the cold stream of water. His forearms pressed against the front wall of the shower. Where the spout made its home. Eyes downcast as the cold water fell directly onto his head.

He thought of his nightmare. What if Plasmius in his dream was right? Was it even a dream? What if was a vision of what's to come? If it isn't a dream, does that mean Sam will be… tortured? His thoughts ran rampant. Thinking of all possible avenues this could lead. He wasn't expecting arms to wrap around his midsection from behind. Flinching his muscles in his back tensed. He didn't have to look, to know he had failed in his mission of not waking her. "Did you forget that I am a light sleeper?" She asked , her grogginess noticeable. She shivered against his back muscles. Realizing just how the cold the water was, he turned the knob over to hot. Feeling bad he turned around in her embrace, and embraced her against his body.

"I'm sorry for waking you Sam." He planted a kiss on her forehead. He now towered over her slim form after a growth spurt, that hit late junior year. That was almost three years ago now though. Danny thought suddenly finding his high school memories interesting.

While he was thinking, she had maneuvered her head to where she could look at him. Taking note of his exhausted features, and bags under his eyes. She simply asked, "Nightmare?" A concerned look took over her face, as she could see the conflict on his features. She hates it when he has to contemplate whether to tell her, as if to protect her. I understand he doesn't want me to worry, but when he doesn't tell me I worry more. She thinks as his internal conflict evidently comes to an end. Replaced with a sad downward gaze.

Letting out a deep breath. "Yeah." He admitted. Suddenly looking defeated, and embarrassed. As if admitting this made him less of a man in her eyes. Noticing this she gave him a reassuring squeeze. He doesn't seem to get it. He is the bravest man I've ever met. He is my hero.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked to pull him from his self loathing. They stood there for a while in silence. Just embracing each other, and supporting each other.

"Can we talk about it in the morning? I'm really tired. I can't even imagine how tired you are." He states laughing a little at the last part. She was glad at him lightening up. Although she was going to hold him to the promise, of a talk. Then thinking of what he had said she realized just how tired she actually was. Yawning into his shoulder. She just nodded against him not finding the words to answer.

After another minute of standing. He noticed her even breaths against his shoulder. Restraining from laughing at the truth in his statement. He reached behind him, and shut off the shower. He carefully picked up her slim frame. Keeping her face against his chest, as he carried her from the bathroom back to the bed. He carefully laid them both under the sheets, and she only woke long enough to snuggle into his chest. He smiled and snaked his arm around her pulling her in closer. He was soon asleep as well in a dreamless slumber.

A/N:Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this is post Phantom Planet. Everyone knows his secret identity now. Thanks for reading though. Hope you enjoyed it!