Sam fell to her knees. Tucker just stood there, shock written all over his face, then the tears came. The sky turned a deathly green as ectoplasmic smoke darkened the blue sky. Vlad and the other ghosts were long gone; they had fulfilled their desire. Where Danny had stood in what looked like his last stand, there was nothing but a burnt crater in the ground.

"He can't be..." "I think he is Sam." "NO," Sam cried, before her sobs choked her voice. "He always seemed invincible, as if he could never die, as if all the fighting was some kind've-" "WAKE UP TUCKER," Sam screeched. "This was never a game,or some kind've fun hobby, and there was always that chance." Her body seemed rigid, yet it trembled from the spasms of agony she felt in her chest." Tucker just stood still now, his face blank, yet tears danced down his face.

3 days later...

"We should tell her, she has a right to know," Tucker argued. Sam arched an eyebrow, "She was the one who's been trying to kill him in the first place." 'Yeah but you knew they had something before, at this point Tucker couldn't help but smirk. "And you've got something for him too." Sam rolled her eyes. "What you want me to say that I "like" him, even though you already know." Tucker nodded. Sam sighed.

This seems to weird, three days after Danny is killed and here we are talking about my crush on him, and Tuck is actually considering telling that snake of a hunter Danny's secret," Sam thought bitterly.

"Tucker, we are not telling Valerie that the ghost that she thinks destroyed her life is Danny."

"It's worth a shot."

"No it isn't."

"You want a bet?"

"Oh fine tell her! It's not like she can hurt him anymore."

Tucker didn't answer, just simply walked off towards the other side of Amity Park.

Tucker looked behind him, he had hoped that Sam would follow him, he sighed and faced the door. Finally, after sorting the words out in his head, he thought he had a decent speech. So he raised his hand and knocked on the door. He heard footsteps padding against the carpet toward the door.

The door opened and there stood a ragged Valerie her eyes were red and puffy from crying, her hair was a mess, and her eyes showed the same pain that Sam's eyes still held. "So you know," Tucker said. "Yeah, come on in," Valerie replied, her voice hoarse from crying. "Valerie, I just want to say I'm sorry... and that I know you're the ghost hunter in the red jumpsuit. Valerie's eyes widened. "How long have you known?'

"Since you first started."

"Do Sam and Dan-"

"Yeah."

"Listen Valerie I don't know how to say this... But you know that ghost that you've been hunting a lot?" Tucker could looked down at the floor, he could feel Valerie's eyes probing for his. She didn't answer, knowingthat Tucker already knewthe ghost.

Tucker took this as a sign continue. "Valerie... that ghost was Danny Fenton, or when he transforms into a ghost, he's known as Danny Phantom." For one second a total look of disbelief appeared her pretty face, followed by a look of sheer contempt and anger, and then... Nothing. Just a blank uncomprehending look. Tucker turned and headed back to the door.

He had said what he needed to say.

Once again sorry if this was too short. As the story gets deeper the chapters will get longer, these first chapter are going to have a feeling out process, so I can decide which direction to point this story to.