A/N: Small little one-shot made simply to pass time during a small fit of writer's block in R34P3R a little while ago. Anywayz, here be Special Report!

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"You're on the air in three… two…." The camera man signaled for them to start, and Sam Manson and Greg Enders began their opening ritual.

"Hello, and welcome to the eleven o'clock news. I'm Gregory Enders—"

"And I'm Samantha Manson," she finished. "Tonight, the story of local high school student and runaway Libby Meyers. After being declared dead two days ago, the police found her trying to hitchhike across the Turnpike. Now we go to Rick Mendez, live at the scene. Rick?"

"And… cut! Nice run, Sam," the cameraman, Will Smitt, said, his green eyes twinkling. "No screw-ups that time!"

"Shut it, Will, before I make you shut it," the black-haired, violet-eyed woman replied.

Greg laughed. "Don't tick her off this week, Will, she's bleedin'."

"God, shut up, both of you! What do I have to do to get you to be quiet? And I swear, Will, if you even think it, I'll kill you."

"Aw, ruin my fun why dontcha, Sammy!"

"Every time."

"Back on in five," he said, moving back to his camera as they took their chairs again.

"Thank you, Rick," Greg said as the film began rolling again. "Next, the story of—"

"S—Sam!" a voice gasped, causing everyone to turn toward the now-open door. Sam gaped at the black-haired figure standing there.

"Danny?" she exclaimed, standing and helping him to her chair while ignoring the cameras. She sat him down there, finally able to get a good look at him.

He was a mess. His shirt was torn, his jeans were ripped, and his cheeks were sunken in. But his eyes were still that bright blue Sam remembered.

"Danny, what the hell happened to you?"

"Sam we're live here!" Will reminded her.

She stared at the camera for a second. "Uh, everyone, my good friend from high school, Danny Fenton."

Danny finally looked around. "Never thought you'd be a reporter, Sam. Aren't there too many bright lights?"

Greg and Will laughed. Sam scowled. "I've been trying to get them to switch to candles, but no…." She blushed as Will zoomed in on her. "Uh, and now we'll go to Emily Soffer for the next report."

Will cut off the film, turning back to the three people at the table. "So, who is this, Sam?"

"This is Danny, from Casper High. Oh, he and Tucker were my two best friends through school."

"Have you seen Tucker recently?" Danny asked quietly, looking shy now.

"No, I haven't talked with him since… since you left, actually." She turned fully to him. "Why'd you leave?"

He swallowed. "M—My parents were in a crash. They didn't make it."

She covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my God, Danny I'm so—"

"There's more," he said grimly.

Will jumped. "Uh, we're back on in five…."

"Dan, don't disappear on me again, okay?"

"I don't disappear anymore, Sam, I just run," he answered as he walked away.

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Sam looked all over for Danny after they were done. She found him in a corner, sitting with his eyes closed and an arm draped over one knee. She chuckled. "Is our report really that boring?"

"Nope," he answered, eyes still closed, "I'm just really tired. I heard every word, Sam."

"Hn. So 'Clueless One' isn't so clueless anymore?"

"Nope. He's pretty clued-in."

"What did you mean before, about not disappearing?"

Danny's eyes finally opened, he turning away from her.

"Danny?" She moved closer, wondering if she had said something wrong.

"He killed them…."

"Who?"

His shoulders shook as he tried to control his silent sobs. "Vlad. Vlad killed them."

Sam could only stand there in shock as her long-lost friend continued his story.

"Vlad had a ghost fly a jet into the plane we were on. I tried to get to them, but it was too late. The plane had just barely taken off, so it fell quick. The jet disappeared. No one on the ground saw the crash, so they didn't see the jet at all. I was the only one on the plane that lived."

"Oh, Danny!" She pulled him into a hug as he slowly calmed down.

"Wh—Wha—What happened after I left?"

"Everyone, they thought you all had moved. Everything was just kind of gone suddenly."

"Vlad got rid of it all."

"The populars were happy, well, except Paulina, 'cause without Fenton, she'd have to rely on herself to find and get at Phantom."

"Riiiiiiight."

"Tucker and I kinda fell apart from each other. He hung out with the rest of the tech geeks, and I kinda went loner."

"All because of me."

"No, all because of Vlad. The ghosts left. Everyone sorta acted like you—like your family was never real. Like we made everything up."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be, but…. Danny, where'd you go after… after that?"

"Vlad's. He took me in and 'cared' for me. I just got out of there recently."

"How recently?"

"Just a few days ago. He only barely fed me, just enough to keep me alive. He—he ripped out Phantom."

Sam gasped, covering her mouth. "When?"

"F—Four, five days ago. The day I left. After he did, I ran. I didn't even wait to see what Phantom did."

"And…?"

"Dan's back. He's been following me for days. I came by here to see if—if I could borrow some money from you."

"However much you need, it's yours. Danny, what are you planning?"

"I'm going to stop Dan again. For good this time."

"Then I'll help!"

"No, it's my job, Sam, and I'm going to do it myself."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Broadcast it. Tell everyone you can exactly what happened. Tell them everything, the whole story. If I—If I can't do it, I want them to know what they're up against."

"Okay. Here—" she pulled out a checkbook and a card. "I'll tell the bank to turn my account over to you. I've got another one. And this is my number. Call me as often as you can."

"I will." He left out the back door, gone forever.

"Good luck, Danny…."

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"Sam, you ready?" Will asked as she came back the next evening.

"Yeah," she replied dazedly. Danny's command—no, favor—replayed itself in her head.

"Alright, on air in three…."

"Hello, and welcome to the eleven o'clock news. I'm Gregory Enders—"

"A—And I'm Samantha Manson," she stuttered, deciding to complete her task then. "Tonight, a special report. I'm sure you all remember my good friend last night. Well, he informed me of—of an attack to be staged against the whole world. The offender… is none other than Danny Phantom…."

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A/N: Heh, felt like having some Danny angst that wouldn't fit into R34P3R. Anywayz, there ya go. BYES, Y'ALL!