Posted on March 25, 2007 Word count: 1,373 Last Chapter: 1,122

FC: Bwahahahaha! I have returned with another chapter of Second Chance. This chapter was brought to you by my forgetfulness, days worth of random epiphanies, and Everlasting Gobstobbers. Lots and lots of Gobstoppers!
Fern: oh no. Here we go again...
FC: FERN!!!! -huggles Fern-
Fern: Get OFF! Who the heck gave her sugar...

Disclaimer: Heh, I forgot to disclaim in the first chapter. Again. Ahem, I do not own Danny Phantom cuz if I did it would be getting canceled!!!! And Nickelodeon would be facing the Wrath of the Ninja Neko of Doom, (AKA Me) –insert evil grin here-

Second Chance
Purrfect Oppertunity

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I immediately looked myself over, for the second time today. I had mostly white fur with black socks on all four feet. My stomach was black as well as the tips of my ears and tail, and a tuft of fur on my forehead. 'Right Clockwork, and Ember both said I couldn't come back as a human… darn… Okay let's get out of this rain… and figure out what to do.' I regained my balance and took a few tentative steps. Walking on all fours is tough. Especially for an ex-human-ghost hybrid… Oh, why can't I ever do the simple thing? Jazz was right. I am hardheaded.

Options, what are my options… Well I can't go to Jazz, she may be smart and figure out that it's her brother not a common cat, but my parents don't like pets so… yeah… Jazz is a no. So is Tucker! He's highly allergic to cats… Why couldn't Clockwork send me back as a dog(1)? Gah! I hate my life… well why did I come back? Why am I arguing with myself…. That's it! I've gone insane… Sam, she's my final hope. Sounds like a plan… Alright today is Friday? Yeah that sounds about right. Sam and Tucker would be at school, well not yet but Casper High was a long ways off from the Park… Just my luck.

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I hate rain. I never liked it as a human and I still don't like it. It was depressing and wet. As I stood outside of my former school, I soon felt wet and cold for the constant rain. I needed to find shelter until school let out. Then I could find Sam and Tucker. I needed them more then I ever have before. There was no way I could possibly survive on the streets for more than a few days. But what if they don't understand that it's me? I picked myself up off the pavement and wandered around to the back of the school. I know Tucker is deathly allergic to cats so this made things worse. My eyes scanned for some form of shelter when I spied an unlikely character. The Box Ghost. My luck, I can't fight as a cat and the Box Ghost would probably pummel me. How's that for Ironic…. Eh, too late to hide, here he comes.

He looked at me then to my complete surprise he started to pet me. His touch sent a shiver down my spine. "Ah, poor little kitty. You look like you could use some shelter." I could hardly believe my ears. "I, The Box Ghost will give you this to shelter yourself from the rain." He produced a cardboard box. He laid it on it's side, so I could get into it and out of the rain. At first I was hesitant, but I entered it, Grateful for the protection and the kindness. I mewed a thank you even if he couldn't understand me.

It felt like an eternity but the bell finally rang letting students out. I raced back to the front of the building. I searched the crowd of students for Sam or Tuck. As the crowds thinned out I realized I missed them. I quickly took off down the sidewalk in the direction of Sam's house. I turned onto her street when I saw her a few feet ahead. I needed to get her attention. I meowed. She stopped and looked for the source of the meow. I meowed again this time Sam saw me(2).

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She walked slowly over to me obviously not trying not to spook me, "Are you making all that noise little one?" She asked kneeling down in front of me. I gave her a cute look and meowed again. I walked up beside her and place my front paws on her knees. "Wow. You sure are friendly little guy. And wet." She laughed, a sweet sound I thought I'd never hear again. "Here, I'm going to take you to my house and get you dried off. Hopefully my parents aren't home yet."

Sam brought me to her room. Even as a kitten, I knew she couldn't resist helping some poor pathetic looking cat. I was cute, wet and pitiful looking. She placed me on her bed and went to find some towels. I was soaked now that I realized it. Sam returned with an old towel and began rubbing me down. I was mostly dry when her phone rang. It had to be Tucker, as I (and Jazz) were the only other people who knew her personal number.

"Hi Tucker" It was a solemn hello. "Hang on I'm going to put you on speaker. My hands are full." Sam pressed the speakerphone button and placed the phone back on the receiver.

"How ya coping Sam?" Sam remained silent.

"Oh… Okay… I can call later…" Sam looked up

"No Tucker. It's just so hard to accept the fact that he's gone." Tears built up in her amethyst eyes, "But still I can't help but wonder why he hasn't come back… do you think Danny would've moved on?" Okay so they were talking about me.

"I don't know for sure. Maybe Half ghosts have different rules…."

Sam sighed. "Maybe…" then my stomach growled. Shush stomach! "Oh almost forgot, I found a kitten. He's really friendly and…"

"Just the thing you need. Pets are great coping mechanisms. To bad, I'm allergic. Sam, I've got to go, mom's calling me. See ya tomorrow!" click.

I sighed, well if a cat could sigh… Anyhow, that's Tucker for ya. The most insensitive guy anyone could meet, and yet a great person.

She gave me a weak smile. "Guess you're hungry. Come on little guy." She picked me up and carried me down stairs and into the kitchen. But unfortunately, Sam's parents choose that moment to walk through the door. Sam bit her lip, and held me close to her chest. Here it comes…

"Samantha Manson! I thought we told you to never bring another filthy animal into this house again!" Mrs. Manson shrieked. Sam cringed at the sheer pitch her mother had reached, as I flattened my ears against my head.

"Explain yourself young lady." Mr. Manson said sternly, his arms crossed.

Sam drew back away from her enraged parents. "I-I found him. I just leave outside in this weather!" she said her voice wavering.

"Get rid of that beast! Now." Mrs. Manson said, putting major emphasis on 'beast'. I scowled. I swear Sam's mother hated all living creatures….

Then Sam's grandmother entered the fray. "Oh for heaven's sake Pamela, let her keep the cat! Poor girl just lost her best friend and you insist on making her give up another critter." Sam gave her grandmother a smile.

"I will NOT have Animals stay in the house, now Out with it!" Pamela screeched.

"Pam, Darling. I read that pets are great coping mechanisms. Let her keep it. Just this once." Jeremy said tentatively. Sam blinked in surprise that her father was sticking up for her in this particular situation. I was surprised myself.

Although she was persistent, Mrs. Manson saw she was outnumbered four to one. "Fine, But if he makes one wrong move he's gone!"

Sam grinned and thanked her parents before returning to her search of finding something I could eat. Although I wasn't all that hungry. She placed me on the floor so she could search in the cabinets for something. I stayed close to her, pressed up against her leg watching Mrs. Manson out of the corner of my eyes. That woman terrified the heck out of me.

Sam finally found what she was looking for. A can of tuna. Yuck… I hate fish… this is coming from a cat too…

She opened it, picked me back up and disappeared back into her room. Sam placed the can on the floor, and expected me to eat it. "Aww come on little guy! Don't you like it?" she gave me a look of concern and annoyance. "Don't tell me you're not hungry!" Sam laughed stroking my cheek. I meowed again, ad she laughed more. Her clock chimed and read 6:00 pm. "Ah, My English project! I completely forgot!"

Thank you Writer's-BlockDP! That's for you!!!

Amber here's the beginning of your answer… -insert another evil grin here-

FC: I love gobstoppers, but they are addictive. I don't have a problem yet but I had about 18 of them just editing this chapter… Not good huh? One final thing, I love you when you review! So here's thanks to Amber Phantom, Writer's-BlockDP, and Dark Dragon.

Peace out Girl Scouts (if there are any…)