A quick note: All right, this story is all Samantha-Girl Scout's fault. She suggested "I'm With You" for A Collection, but she gave me the most awesome story idea that it just wouldn't work for a single chapter song fic. So, if you need someone to blame, it's Sam's fault! LOL

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is the sole property of Butch Hartman and all those affiliated with him. Any characters mentioned from that show are also Hartman's property. "I'm With You" is the sole property of Avril Lavinge and her record company. All words from "I'm With You" are hers.

Summary: She stood on the bridge alone just as she did every night. He was planning to end his life, and the bridge was the perfect place. Neither knew this night was going to change their lives forever.

Chapter 1: Waiting in the Dark

I'm standing on the bridge

Waiting in the dark

I thought that you'd be here by now

There's nothing but the rain

No footsteps on the ground

I'm listening, but there's no sound

She stood upon the bridge, her arms resting on the railing. A gentle breeze ruffled through her raven hair, and lilac eyes gaze unseeing at the lit-up city beneath her. She imagined how it looked, each building beneath her bathed in golden color. But she would never know what it looked like; she would never see it. She would never see the bridge she stood upon or the dark clothes she wore. What most people didn't know was that she was blind.

It had happened when she was young. She had fallen, and the fall had struck her blind. The doctors had declared it temporary, but after twelve years of "temporary" blindness, they' changed their opinion to permanent. She didn't care though. She was five when it happened, and now she was seventeen, almost eighteen. She had learned to live without her sight.

Running footsteps alerted her to someone's presence, and she turned. The person didn't stop, brushing past her; she could hear their breath escaping in pants. She heard the person step onto the railing nearby. She could feel the vibrations in the cold metal. She stepped closer on silent feet, nearly feeling their fear and sudden doubt in their decision.

"Don't do it," she said softly.

"What?" the voice was male, possibly seventeen or eighteen. "How do you even know what I'm going to do?"

"I can hear it in your voice." She blindly reached for him before catching his pant leg. He was wearing blue jeans. "Nothing is worth that."

"How would you know?" He shook her hand off. "You don't even know me."

"I know that your situation wouldn't be better if you jumped." She climbed onto the railing, and he instinctively grabbed her arm when she wavered. "You're a reluctant hero." She reached around for one of the dark lamp posts on the bridge before managing to wrap one arm around it.

"You're blind?"

She smiled. "No, I'm just in the dark." She heard him chuckle a little at her corny pun. "Laughter. That's a good sign. Why don't we sit and talk?"

She felt him hesitate before agreeing, and the two of them sat on the railing, legs dangling over the river.

"I'm Sam." She held out her hand. "Sam Manson."

"Danny Fenton." He shook the hand she offered. "Come out here a lot to rescue poor, depressed souls like myself?"

She smiled. "You're the first. So, tell me: why do you want to die?"

"It's everything, really," he mumbled, running a hand through his jet black hair. His crystal blue eyes glanced to the girl beside him who was waiting patiently for him to continue. "It started out about four years ago when I was fourteen. My friend Tucker and I were over at my house studying, and my parents called us down to see their latest invention…"

Danny stared at the octagon-shaped hole in the wall, shaking his head. "It's a technological hallway with only one way in or out?"

"No, son. This is the Fenton Ghost Portal!" Jack paused dramatically, expecting applause. Only his wife Maddie looked excited. "You'll understand when we plug it in." He grabbed the extension cords, and the two adult ghost hunters watched with bated breath as the ends joined.

Something inside the machine sparked, the lights in the lab flickered, but nothing of interest happened. Maddie and Jack looked disappointed and left the room without a word. Tucker and Danny looked at each other guiltily. They almost felt like they'd jinxed the machine.

"I'm gunna try and fix it," Danny decided.

"I'll monitor it from out here with my PDA," Tucker said.

Danny pulled on one of the hazmat suits from one of the wall cabinets. "Ugh, my dad's face is on everything," he muttered, peeling off a photo of the portly ghost hunter.

"Can we just get this over with? I'm getting a really creepy vibe here."

Danny stepped into the portal, looking around. It was a mess of wires and metal plates with flashing lights. Near the end, he found a panel with two buttons labeled "on" and "off."

The teen laughed. "Would you believe they forgot to turn it on?" He reached for the green button.

"No, Danny, don't—"

But it was too late. The button was pushed, the portal was activated, and Danny felt as though half of him was dying before passing out.

"When I woke up, I was different. I had snow white hair and glowing green eyes. The hazmat jumper was now black with a white belt, gloves, and boots." Danny glanced over at Sam who was still listening patiently. "I can go back between human and ghost with no problems, and I have these weird ghost powers."

"It sounds like someone's crazy idea of a TV show," she said before falling silent once more. "So, you're Inviso-Bill."

"Danny Phantom," he corrected, "and I haven't done all those terrible things people say I have. I've been set up by Plasmius, Skulker, and this evil warden from ghost prison called Walker."

She was silent, her eyes gazing sightlessly at her boots. "So, everyone thinks you're evil and wants you dead, but you decide to save them the trouble and kill yourself."

"Well, that's not all. My grades have been slipping since I became a halfa because of all the ghost fights I take on or am thrown into, and I never get a good night's sleep. My sister Jazz thinks I'm an alcoholic and a druggie, and my parents are always hunting Danny Phantom." He swallowed, looking at the river. "I've wanted to tell them who…what I am, but anytime I mention Danny Phantom, my parents ask if I've seen him and Jazz brings up all the 'evil' he's done. My ex-girlfriend's a ghost hunter and broke up with me because she's too busy fighting Danny Phantom to have a relationship with Danny Fenton."

"You're not a terrible person, Danny," Sam said gently, reaching out and blindly touching his shoulder. "This definitely doesn't warrant death. Times are hard, but they can only get better."

"How?" he whispered, looking over at her.

"I'll help. I can tutor you, and I can fight.

"But you're—"

"I might not be able to use my eyes, but I can hear much better than you can." She swung her leg around the railing and leapt off, landing lightly on solid ground. "It was nice to meet you, Danny. If you accept my offer, meet me at the park. Otherwise, I think the river's waiting to welcome you." Then she walked away, finding her own way in the dark.