57. Sacrifice
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Sam had once told him, that she wouldn't trade everything they'd been through for anything in the world.
The sixteen year old snorted at her foolish fourteen year old self. Danny was dead and all she had left were the memories, and what was that worth? It wasn't worth his life, she grumbled darkly knowing that all in all it was her fault after all.
"Well then Samantha?" Her host urged his eyes growing impatient.
"Give me a minute." She responded a tinge of attitude falling from her lips, the next biggest mistake she could make was anger someone helping her.
In the silence she heard a loud incessant noise that echoed through the room. Tick, tick, tick.
But she didn't understand why he was being so impatient, this was after all the biggest decision of her young life, and possibly someone else's. Sam suddenly found so much interest in her knuckles she looked them over and turned them this way and that. Out of sheer nervousness she cracked them which produced a loud snap that echoed through the room.
Sam bit her lip and eyed the clock. He'd already explained the domino effect and the possibility that this change could ruin her life. But she just couldn't get the image of Danny dying before her from her mind. If she had to wipe him away to rid herself, then she figured it couldn't have been all bad.
Somehow she saw a much clearer world ahead if she backtracked. A smile tugged at her lips, she could see Danny lying placidly just enjoying the fresh spring air and warm sunshine. The serene smile on his face suddenly made it all worth while.
"I'm ready." She answered pulling at the edges of her skirt.
He raised his staff up and was about to throw it down to the ground to finalize the decision before she reached her hands up to stop him. "Wait! You're positive he'll come back?" She questioned firmly.
"Yes, like I told you before, and several times before that. I'll be like nothing you guys ever went through existed, meaning the ghost powers, the adventures, your friendship. And of course his death."
Sam gulped, it still sounded so wrong. "He was willing to give his life for me... I have a chance to let him be normal. It's what he always wanted."
The Time Master nodded and threw the staff down to the floor. Sam felt dizzy, she felt sick, as all her memories were basically being ripped from her very mind. Tick, tick, kcit.
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"You hear the news dude?" Tucker a sixteen year old asked sitting beside his friend on the school steps. "Some girl got run over by a car this morning, some drunk driver I guess."
The blue eyed teen looked at him. "What was her name?"
"Samantha Manson, or something." Tucker responded casually and apathetically as most teens do.
Danny felt a shiver run up his spine and he cringed, as if he felt like he hadn't done something, as if he'd been there before. "What's wrong, you know her?" The dark skinned boy asked looking at his friend curiously.
The dark haired teen just shook his head."...No."
AN These ease my writers block. I'm not abandoning At Random, I just like these every once in a while. Yes it is part of the 100 oneshot/drabble challenge.
