This is dedicated to Hannah Wickham, Tracy Wickham's daughter. May she rest in peace.
Danny sat in algebra for the third time that week, wondering where Sam might be. Leaning over, he whispered to Tucker.
"Hey, Tuck, do you know where Sam is? She hasn't been to school for days."
"No, but when I stopped by her house her parents were quite teary about the subject." He replied. Danny turned looked towards the front and tried to pay attention but all he could think of was Sam. I hope she's okay.
Danny pressed the door bell and waited for Sam's parents to show up. When the door finally opened Danny came face to face with Sam's Mother.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I just want to know if Sam's okay. Is she in?"
Sam's mother sighed and sat down on the front step and motioned for Danny to do the same. He sat down and waited.
"She's dieing. She was diagnosed with leukaemia last weekend. I meant to ring but I just …" she trailed off. Danny sat there dumbfounded, "she was very fond of you." Danny quickly looked at Mrs. Manson. Danny then turned away, a tear coming to his eye. He sat there in thought then asked Mrs. Manson something he thought he would never ask her.
"Mrs. Manson, would you mind if I married Sam before … you know?" she turned around and gave Danny a hug.
"That would be great; it would make her so happy."
Danny walked through the doors of the hospital and asked the directions to the ward Sam was in. When he walked through the doors he saw little children around six or seven, crowded around her bed.
"And then this ghost came out of nowhere and grabbed the little girl …"
"Hey Sam."
"Hey Danny, and then … Danny!" She jumped of the bed and hugged him as he came into the room.
"Please, um, I would like to talk to you … alone," he said, looking at the little girls and boys.
"Thankyou for the story Sam," they chorused and then walked out of the ward giggling and laughing.
"Um, could you please stand up Sam, um, yeh," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Sam looked at him suspiciously and got up but back sat back down as she started coughing. Danny quickly handed her a glass of water. When she stopped she got back up and looked at him.
"Sam, I don't know what to say really and I wished we had more time, your mum told me you were dieing so," he got down on one knee, making Sam gasp, "will you marry me?" she quickly wrapped her arms around him as he stood up.
"But a wedding takes months, and I might not last that long," she said, with a worried look on her face.
"I helped your mum pick out a dress, and we can get married tonight if need be."
"Then tonight it is."
Sam walked up the isle wearing a beautiful black and white gown. She looked up at Danny and smiled before giving a small cough. Tucker was standing next to Danny as best man and Jazz and Valerie were standing at the end of the isle as brides-maids. The ceremony was only short and it didn't take long until Danny and Sam were happily married. They had to hurry to get Sam back to the hospital before visiting hours were over.
"Thankyou Danny, you don't know how happy you've made me," Sam said as he went to leave.
"Don't worry Sam. I'll see you first thing in the morning," he said as he walked out the door.
It was about three in the morning when the phone rang. Grumbling about who would ring at this hour in the morning, Danny picked up the phone.
"Is this Daniel Fenton?" a female voice asked.
"Yes."
"I'm sorry to say that your wife, Sam Fenton passed away."
Danny put down the phone as his parents and sister came down stairs.
"Who was that honey?" his mother asked, but all the reply they got was a sob as Danny leaned against the wall and slid down it, sobbing into his mother's arms until the morning came.
Ten Years Later
Danny Fenton looked around the basement for probably the last time before entering the ghost portal. He just had to find her.
Was that sad? Did it make you cry? Oh, almost forgot, I don't own Danny Phantom.
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