The phone was ringing. Danny rolled over half-asleep, wondering why someone else didn't get it. Oh, right. He was home alone. He looked at the clock. What sane person calls at three o'clock in the morning?

Danny grabbed the phone and mumbled and bored, hello?

"Danny, this is Sam's mom."

"Hi." Danny was rubbing his eyes. Why would Sam's mother, of all people, be calling him?

"Danny . . . I was told to call you. Umm, Sam's in the hospital. We were in a crash. She might not make it."

Hell with sleeping, he was wide awake! "Can I come see her?"

"How will you get here?"

"I'll think of a way, I'll bring Tucker."

"Fine." The phone clicked. She had hung up.

Danny scrambled into his clothes then changed into phantom. As he raced to Tucker's double time he kept hearing the conversation in his head.

She might not make it.

She might not make it.

She might not make it.

He rapped on the window. Tucker jumped out of bed, and hid under his desk. "DO NOT EAT ME EVIL CLOWN OF THE FUTURE!" He yelled. It's a good thing that Tucker's parents were heavy sleepers.

Danny drifted in through the window. "Tuck, I am not an evil clown. I am not from the future.I am not going to eat you."

"Oh! Danny." Tucker crawled out from under his desk looking embarrassed. "Why are you here? It's th-"

"Three o'clock in the morning, I know. Look, I got a call. There was a car crash. Sam was in it." Danny's throat clogged up. "She might . . . might not make it."

"No! Are you going to see her? Are you taking me too?" Danny nodded. "Let's go then."

"Tucker, you're in pink, bunny feety pajamas. Don't you want to change?" Tucker glanced down at himself and immidatley ran to change. He came out, dressed.

Phantom picked him up and they were gone.

Arriving at the hospital, Danny saw Sam's dad pacing out front. Changing into Fenton he and Tucker approached the harried man.

"Mr. Manson?"

He jumped, looking scared and startled. "Danny Fenton!" He yelped. "What are you doing here at," He glanced at his watch.

"Three o'clock in the morning." Danny supplied. "Your wife called. She said that I could see Sam."

"Yes, go in. Before you do though, I need you to help me answer a question."

"What question would that be?" Tucker asked, PDA in hand.

"If Danny Phantom is supposed to be the town hero, why wasn't he around to save Sam?" Mr. Manson's expression looked broken. But not as broken as Danny's heart.

"I can't really answer that one. Mr. Manson. Maybe he was in the ghost zone. Maybe he was somewhere else. I wish I could tell you different." Danny looked at the ground and he and Tuck continued into the hospital.

This probably won't be very long. I may not even continue it. Just an idea I got. I don't own it.

~DI4MGZ~