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"He just moved here like a month ago. He and I just hit it off so well that I find that I can't even be without him." Her eyes glowed with love and adoration as she held Dan's arm. "He has to leave in a while, conflict or something, but while he is here I plan on enjoying his company as much as I can." Danny looked at the other male as said male smirked at him before turning and placing a kiss on her head.

"Sam," he hissed low under his breath as the girl in question looked at him. "That is the same male that tried to kill you!" She nodded as if it was nothing big that the male sitting next to her with his muscular arms had tried to kill her. "Are you crazy?" Now she glared at him, her eyes flashing as she leaned close to him dragging Dan with her.

"Are you calling me crazy?" her voice rose as she stood up. "Yes, I know who he is, but he isn't the same male that you fought all those years ago. He has changed and we want to be tog-" she shut her mouth and shook her head giving Danny and Tucker hope that maybe she was under some spell and was coming out from it, but she then continued, "I do not have to give you any sort of explanation!" she said loudly as Dan smirked at them, his haughty behavior pissing the other male halfa off. "I love him!" With that she took Dan's hand tightly in hers and walked off leaving two very confused friends.

"Wow," Tucker said as he took another bite of his food to the frustration of Danny who shoved his food away from him as he kept hearing those words in his head. I love him! I love him! Dropping his head on the table he let out a growl. How had this happened?

Two months prior...

Sam lay in her bed, her body aching from lack of sleep and her body skinnier than it had been in years. She was just so tired and she knew that she was depressed, but she couldn't care less. He had been dating so many girls lately that she was sure he had dated half of Amity Park and although she knew that wasn't true it still made her feel shitty.

"He just..." she faded off as she closed her eyes. She was so tired that she couldn't even finish a thought if she had wanted to. Sighing she forced herself onto her side as she slid off the bed and onto a crumpled heap on the floor. Reaching under her bed she managed to grasp a bottle of flavored rum, the liquid allowing her to feel something besides sadness as she managed to twist the cap off, her hands so shaky. She was unaware that in the darkness that was her room there was a pair red eyes watching her. As she took a gulp of the clear liquid she felt the satisfying burn in her chest as she dropped the plastic container to the floor with an audible thud. She was glad that the curtains were shut and that she was by herself. Her parents would be leaving to move while she would get the house. She wasn't sure what she would use it for, but she was going to keep it. It had good memories from her times with Danny and Tucker.

"Sammmmm..." a voice said causing the girl's head to snap up in shock. Was she hallucinating now? "No, Sam, you are not hearing things," the voice continued in a sad tone. "Sam, what have you done? Where is that Goth with so much spunk and fire?" She turned to the shadows where she could see the red eyes glowing at her. She should be afraid, but for some reason those eyes were so familiar. They looked like Danny's when he had been taken over so many times and also like...

"Dan," she whispered softly. "W-What-" she was cut off when said ghost walked to her from the shadows, but his face didn't look menacing but sad almost as his cape flew around his muscular form. "I must lo-ok pretty shitty," she said, "for y-you to pity me." He shook his head as he leaned down and picking her up laid her on the red sheets of her bed. He was so afraid that he would break her as he felt her bones.

"I do not pity you," he said as he stood there looking down at her. "I feel nothing but sadness for you. I lost you in my timeline and that fool of my younger self is letting you fade away in this timeline. How many times must you feel anguish? How many times must you die?" She was shocked at his emotions.

"I thought you couldn-n't feel..." she faded off again as her voice cracked. He nodded.

"I thought that was the case too, but I find that seeing you waste away brings emotions that I thought long gone to the surface." He frowned. "I guess all that time in that fucking thermos has made me crazy." Sam smiled, the smile soft and shaky, but she smiled.

"Thanks," she whispered. He looked confused.

"That is the nicest thing I have heard in a long time." He sat down now, the bed sinking under his wight.

"Sam, you need to get it together," he said his tone harsh now as he stood back up before disappearing through the floor causing the girl to let out a whimper. She had no idea why but the thought of the male leaving her made her afraid. Minutes later he still hadn't returned, but she could hear something crash downstairs. What was he doing down there? "Here," he said as he popped back into the room with a bowl of soup in his gloved hands.

"You know-w to cook-k?" she whispered out as he sat next to her and before she had a chance to say more he shoved the spoon in her mouth, the soup sliding down her throat. She expected it to burn, but was surprised when it was luke warm. To her utter embarrassment her stomach let out a growl of approval. Her pale face turned beet red, but when she looked to him he showed nothing as he held the spoon out again. That was how it had started.