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Danny didn't know what to do with this information, hell, he hadn't even known she was dating a guy much less marrying one. Watching her he could see that she was heartbroken, but there was more and he could feel it in the way she lay. She had lost more than her husband on that day and he would find out because seeing her like this was breaking his heart.
The love he had felt for his friend had been minor when they were children, like most friends had, but as he spent that time in the Ghost Zone he had found that out of all the people he had missed he missed her the most. Her smile, her demanding ways about the environment and those eyes. Her amethyst eyes had haunted him because in the end she had stuck by him no matter what. There had been times he had been sure she would walk away, the times he had turned his back on them when it came to Paulina or the popular kids.
He had regretted his actions when he had seen how hurt the pair had been. Tucker had done it on several occasions, but he too had forgiven his friend only to pull a stunt that put the halfa and the Goth girl in danger. Sam had done that a few times inadvertently while Tucker's had been so upfront. The example that came to mind was the Lunch Lady, a force that had shown up because of Sam's want to have others eat like her while Tucker had pointed her out when he could have kept his mouth shut. Just one of many times his friends proved themselves. Shaking his head he entered the room, the air growing colder around him and alerting the woman in bed.
"Danny?" she questioned, alert, but she continued to lay there. Danny moved closer to her to find her passed out still, her small form still shaking as she groaned. It was a mystery why she had called his name. Sitting on the edge of the bed he watched her, the small woman's now long raven hair fanned out behind her as she gripped the pillow for life.
Dream
Looking around I could only see death, several forms laying around me. I could see my parents and to their left were the Fentons. I rushed to the Fentons side with little hesitation because even though I cared about my parents, not their opinions, but themselves personally, I wanted to aid the people who had cared more when all had broken down. My parents hadn't approved of my marriage to Chris. They had claimed I didn't really want the man the way I had yearned for another. I placed my fingers first to Jack's neck and then to Maddie's, the redhead clinging to her husband as he hugged her close.
That was the difference to my parents and Danny's parents. They clung to each other while my own parents merely lay next to each other as if they had climbed into bed. So neutral with little in the appearance of loving each other and yet they thought they could claim I didn't love my husband. Standing up I looked around me again to find that every body on the ground had a partner, most of them clinging to each other while others lay there in single poses. I moved toward the other couples, unafraid and unmoved by their deaths. Was I a bad person? No, not bad, just broken. As I looked up to see the road ahead of me I could see a swirling vortex of black and red, like something from a horror movie I knew it was pure evil and yet I couldn't help but walk toward it.
I passed Valerie with Tucker, Paulina with Dash, and many more of my classmates grown up but still the same people I had known. Under my feet the sound of liquid alerted me to the fact that the ground was no longer free of gore. There was a small puddle of blood under me, the only spot of blood that I had seen. The air felt thicker over here too and I felt a cough escape my mouth, the sound echoing around me. What was going on here?
"Sam!" I looked around me at the sound of my name to see a shadow in the distance. The shadow waved and yet didn't make a move toward me even as it called for me again and yet I felt happiness that it didn't move toward me. Suddenly I felt pain on my upper arms. Looking to my arms I found myself in the one outfit I had worn as a teen, the black tank top showing my creamy arms off. What I saw on my arms made me cry out as I tried to shove it off, but they wouldn't move off my flesh.
"Sam!" This time the voice was different, not scary at all like the other one had been. Looking around I forgot my arms as I looked for the voice that filled me with comfort. "Sam! You need to wake up!"
Wake up? I was awake!
End of Dream
Sam shot up, her amethyst eyes wide as they landed on the person leaning over her. What she saw was blurry and shady making her think of the shadow in her dream, the one that had frightened her for some reason. The form before her didn't make her feel that fear though as it reached out to touch her arms and the Goth let out a scream of pain as she felt the injury done to her body. The person before her dropped their hands with a curse before she felt the chill grow closer and she realized who was leaning before her.
"Danny," she muttered as her vision cleared to reveal a very upset halfa, his green eyes flashing as he reached out to touch her arms lower than he had before as his orbs stared at her upper arms with such a look of shock and anger that Sam herself looked down to find marks covering her creamy flesh. "What-" She stopped as he looked to her in disbelief. Neither had seen those marks days ago.
"Have you had anyone over?" Sam shook her head as she observed the change of emotions in Danny's green orbs, such a swirl of powerful emotions that the Goth found tears coming to her eyes. The halfa before her was so unique and so special to her that seeing those emotions in his green orbs reminded her of their past. The times they had been alone, talking... bonding over such small things, but he had been the closest and yet the farthest person from her. "How in the hell did you get th-" He stopped as the marks disappeared before their eyes. "What the fuck?"
They sat there in silence as Danny paced the room now, his boots making soft sounds on the carpets as the sun tried to come through the curtains that Sam had asked him to shut. She didn't know what to make of the marks, the ones in her dream and the ones that had shown up in reality. How could she end up with those spots on her when she didn't remember anyone touching her in either space. The halfa looked to her now, his eyes reverting to blue as he forced his human half back out.
"I can't imagine how that could have happened," he stated in frustration. "Hell, I would have put a ghost as the suspect, but how would they make the marks go away? Was it an illusion?" How could it be when the pair had seen it together? That made little to no sense that an illusion appeared to two people. "I can't think of anything!" Sam could tell the halfa was frustrated and yet for some reason Sam couldn't bring that same emotion forward. She felt like she wasn't really there, the feeling of being separate from her body so real at the moment that she had to pinch her arm to make sure she was awake.
At the pain she knew this was reality and the marks that had marred her skin were really there and then gone the next instant. What was going on? As the room around them grew colder Sam watched a puff of mist left her mouth, the kind that only appeared on a cold day. She looked to Danny who had stopped pacing to look around as well, his own breath fogging in the air as hers had. He moved toward her as the air grew thicker, the ease of breathing becoming harder. He rushed to her side and pulling her, blanket and all, into his arms the halfa transformed back to the Phantom before exiting the house.
A few moments later they looked back as the house she had just been in, the chill gone save for the one that Danny himself gave off. He looked at the woman in his arms to find her staring at her home, the look of dismay in her eyes as she clung to the blanket in her arms like it was a lifeline.
"Are you okay?" he inquired. Sam nodded, her gaze still on the house that grew smaller with every mile they moved from the structure. "Are you sure?" Again she nodded, her gaze turning to him. "We will go back tomorrow, but for now you're coming to my house until I can acquire some tools to find out what is in that house."
"Do you think it's a ghost?" she inquired, her tone disbelief. He shrugged, the motion shaking her slightly as he looked back at the house before turning his green orbs back at her.
"I don't know what it is, but I also don't know if it intends to harm you." She nodded because he was right, but why? Why would a ghost mean her harm when she didn't fight ghosts anymore and had moved far enough out that she shouldn't be close to any ghost activity like the main part of the city was. Danny couldn't believe the disbelief that had tinged her tone. Sam had been the one that had believed in ghosts faster than he himself had. She had believed in supernatural forces, save for werewolves. She didn't believe in that, but she believed in ghosts. Looking ahead of him he dropped down, a large building coming up to meet them as he turned intangible.
As they stopped Sam found herself in an obvious bachelor house, the room done in dark colors like black and grey with some dark blue in the mix. She had never seen Danny as a dark person, but this house made it seem that way. There were inexpensive things that littered the main room, a nice comfy couch done in black with a few white pillows on it, but it wasn't leather or anything and that was something she had expected of him. Danny had been blinded by wealth before and after realizing what it did to a person had refused to be a part of it again. She was put down, her bare feet touching his soft carpet as Danny de-transformed.
He didn't say much as he took her hand now to lead her down a hallway to their left, the hall's walls filled with pictures from their past, their happy faces beaming back at her while others had pictures of ghosts he had caught and others with his family in them. She stopped short at one particular one, the teen looking back at her in a scant green outfit with long raven hair up in horns. She remembered that time, but had had no idea he had taken a picture of it. He had stopped when she had and smiled.
"Got lucky someone hadn't been under control." She looked to him and somehow found a smile on her lips. She had been so out of it that she still didn't remember the whole experience. She had known she'd done some bad things, but she didn't know what she had done exactly. "No one blames you, Sam."
"They should," she said as she touched the glass, the feeling cold beneath her warm fingers. "I shouldn't have been so easy to control and I regret it." Turning from it she urged him to move along. He almost didn't but seeing the look of regret filling her amethyst gaze he continued down the hall showing her his room before showing her a guest room next to his. The room was made just like Sam herself would have wanted it. Black and red filled the room with little in the way of light. There was one large window, but there were thick curtains covering it. "Why?"
"Well, you are my friend so I had two rooms in the house made for you and Tucker. I figured that we would still like to hang out." She nodded as she walked toward the king sized bed, her eyes falling on the black and red comforter and in her mind she could see her comforter as a child. It was identical. "Your parents were going to destroy it along with most of the stuff in your room. Planned on making your room into a guest room." Sam realized as she looked around that all her furniture was here, the pictures that she had created and adored her wall were there.
"Thank you, Danny."
