Disclaimer: I don't own "Danny Phantom" or any of the characters or places mentioned or the song "Whistle Down the Wind."

Sam looked at her daughter, Lilith Angelica, as the infant dozed in the safety seat next to her. It had been six weeks since the delivery, and even more since she'd seen her parents. It had only been one stupid party. She snuck out, despite her parents' wishes, and her getting drugged and raped was the universe's way of getting back at her stupid decisions. Because of one mistake, she would be repaying for the rest of her life.

As soon as her parents found out about the pregnancy, they turned their backs on her, despite her pleas for forgiveness. Sam was hurt deeply by the fact that they didn't believe their own daughter. A week after they'd found out, they'd put her in a foster home, not caring what happened to her. A year later, she'd given birth and had been taken in by a nice, African-American family.

All her pregnancy, Sam had been seriously considering putting her child up for adoption as well, since she (in spite of her political views) would never deprive a child of the chance of life. However, all her resentment and anger melted away the second she first looked at her little baby. In the maternity ward that night, as Lilith slept in Sam's loving arms after she'd had her first meal outside the womb, Sam whispered, "I'll never, ever abandon you." Lilith stirred, bright blue eyes gazing back at her mother's caring amethyst ones as Sam allowed a weak smile to cross her face. "Hi, baby."

Sam knew her life was going to get better. She was moving far upstate, from San Francisco to Amity Park. Smiling, she sang softly to her child as Lilith's her eyes, having recently changed from blue to violet, shifted in her sleep.

"You know, Sam, you have a lovely voice." Said the woman in the front passenger's seat.

"Thanks, Mrs. Foley."

"Call me Alice."

"And you can call me Maurice." Replied the man in the driver's seat.

"Ok…Alice, Maurice."

"Wait 'til you meet our son, Tucker. You two are going to get along great."

"If you guys have a son, why did you guys decide to adopt?"

"We wanted another child, but one who needed our help. We came across your profile and decided that if anyone needed help, it'd be a young, single mother such as yourself."

"So you're saying you adopted me because I seemed like a charity case?"

"No, it's just that we want to help you raise the kid, and we have experience."

"I'll help, Alice." Sam said as they arrived.

"No, Sam, you go sit down, we'll take care of it. Tucker!" Mrs. Foley yelled as a bespectacled young man in a yellow shirt and red beret walked out the door.

"Yes, mom?"

"Would you be a dear and help your father carry the box with the crib up the stairs?"

"I suppose you're hungry." Sam stated as Lilith started crying. Lifting her shirt, she allowed her daughter to suckle. It felt weird, but she did it for her child's health.

"Oh, uh, ahem, excuse me." Tucker responded as he walked in on her, going bright red.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed, breastfeeding's a natural thing."

"That's true; I'm just not used to seeing it is all. You must be Sam." He said, extending his hand.

"I am Sam. Sam I am." She said with a chuckle. "Tucker, I presume? I'd shake your hand, but they're a little full right this moment."

"Sorry."

"Nah, don't be."

"She's pretty." Tucker complimented as he sat down on the couch next to Sam.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. What's her name?"

"Lilith Angelica Manson. So, what's it like here?"

Since it was the last week before school started again, Sam and Lilith spent the week around town. Tuck showed Sam every place they could find. They went shopping, met some of Tuck's friends. Sam told Tuck what life was like back in Frisco, while he told her about the local superhero, Danny Phantom; although he was careful not to reveal the ghost boy's identity.

"A superhero?" Sam scoffed. "Yeah, sure."

"Honest to God, Sam, a real live superhero. Well, not live, I mean he is a ghost after all."

"First superheroes, now ghosts? I guess next your going to tell me that Santa runs a local CVS while the Easter Bunny is maitre d' at some fancy restaurant."

When they weren't shopping or debating the existence of superheroes and ghosts, they were eating or on a stroll, usually through the park. Sam liked Tuck, even though he talked a lot and was a bit too much of a techno-geek for her liking. "So, Tucker, you got a girlfriend?" Sam inquired as Lilith drank breast milk from a bottle.

"Yeah, her name's Jazz."

"What's she like?"

"She's kind of pretty, with red hair and blue eyes, and she can read anyone like a book, and she's smart as a whip to boot. She's nice, but when she realizes she's wrong about anything, she gets obsessive about other times she may have been wrong, so I just stay out of her way at times like those."

"Where is she now?"

"She's off on vacation with her family. Jazz's going to be a senior this year. So, what do you like to do?"

"Well, I'm Goth, although being a parent has made about 90 percent of that go away, since I now realize that my mom and dad had my best interests at heart." Sam replied. Lilith having finished her bottle, Sam repositioned her as she patted Lilith's back, waiting for a burp which came in the form of a white, sticky mess all over Sam's shoulder.

"What's it like being a parent?" He asked as Sam wiped up the mess with a moist towlette.

"It's rough, but I suppose it'll all be worth it. I do love her, though. Don't I?" She asked, turning her attention to the infant. "Does mommy love you? Yes , she does. Do you love mommy? Do you love mommy? I love you." Speaking baby-talk, she pulled up Lilith's shirt as she blew into her laughing daughter's belly. "Phew! I think someone needs a diaper change."

"I'll get the bag while you hold her." Tucker said as he knelt by the stroller, reaching for a large, purple bag. "Mind if I hold her for a little while?" He asked once the smelly spectacle was over.

"Sure, just remember to support the head." She answered as she handed him the child.

"I will. Come to Uncle Tucker. Who's a pretty girl? You look just like your mama."

"Actually, she's probably got her dad's hair color." Sam replied, in reference to the thin layer of dark brown hair.

"So, school starts in a few days."

"I know, I'm so nervous. I've only had a few great friends, and I'm afraid that my grades will start slipping, now that I've got Lilith to take care of."

"Don't worry, I'll help you around school, and I'm sure my folks will look after the baby while we're doing homework."

The last few days of summer went by quicker than a bolt of lightning, and Sam had set foot through the halls of Casper High before she knew it. Tucker, who was in many of her classes, was a huge help, proudly introducing his knew stepsister to all of his closest friends. "Sam, here are a few people I'd like you to meet: my girlfriend, Jazz, and her brother and my best friend, Danny." Tucker, said, introducing her to a preppy redheaded girl with a very magnetic personality and the cutest raven-haired boy Sam had ever seen (A/N: No, I don't swing that way. Those are just Sam's feelings for Danny).