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"So..." Danny faded off as they sat across from each other at lunch, in Sam's arms the doll. It's black hair gleamed in the florescent lights of the cafeteria. Sam looked down at it, the eyes closed. "At least it hasn't woken up yet." Sam glared at him. This was not going to be a fun project.
"This is not going to be fun," she said as she looked back down at the doll. "I overheard some of the other kids talking, the ones who had to repeat just because they failed this particular test. This is the last month and I want out of here. I am so tired of this school, Danny." He nodded.
"I am not say its going to be easy, Sam." Sam was a wonder. She made perfect scores and he had hardly ever seen her study. She was the reason that he was going to graduate with grades like B's and C's. He couldn't understand why she was pissed at him,but at her next words he could see why she was so upset.
"Danny, you protect the city and the world from ghosts that want to do us harm and on more than one occasion I end up in the hands of one of said ghosts. This is going to be tricky with all that going on. We need a plan." He nodded to that. He hadn't thought about the whole "Danny Phantom fighting" aspect to his life.
"We haven't seen too many ghosts in the last year so hopefully we don't run into that problem this month," the halfa said, his hand falling behind his head awkwardly. The Goth across from him sighed. Just like Danny to hope for the best, but truth be told that was one of his charms. He always saw the good in a situation. Unknown to the pair a set of baby blues were watching them from the shadows, the eyes glaring at the pair.
"So they think that they can escape me," a voice muttered in the darkness as it watched the couple. "We'll see about that." With a gust of cool air the voice was gone.
Later that day found the teens heading him, Sam still holding their "child".
"Lancer's rules for the grade were to name the child, to dress the child in different clothing, to take "family" photos and to act like the baby is real. Shouldn't be too hard." She turned to Danny. "My parents are out for the month starting tomorrow. Do you want to hang over there while they are gone? It would make the whole experience a little more realistic." Danny looked shocked at the question as a blush appeared on both teens' cheeks. "Or not."
"I would enjoy it. We could play house," he said with a smile as she turned toward their "child" with a smile of her own. "I need to grab some things and I will meet you at your house." With that he was gone leaving Sam with the child. She smiled as she headed home.
"So, I think that I will name you Danielle Isabelle Fenton," she told the doll with a wide smile. The plus to this day was that the doll in her arms hadn't given them much trouble, well, she hadn't had too much trouble, but unbeknownst to Danny was that Sam wanted a big family when she married. For that reason she had been reading up on children since she had hit ten years of age while at the age of twelve she had taken a babysitting class. She was prepared. The dolls in her arms chose that moment to let out a whimper causing the teen mom holding her to immediately check her diaper while continuing her walk down the street. Within minutes she felt it. It was like someone was watching her, but taking some recent self defense classes she knew what to do as she went on high alert. Pretending not to know that there was possibly someone there she continued tending to her baby while moving a little quicker, but not too quick so her stalker would notice. Just as she hit the steps of her home, key in hand and Danielle in her arms now wailing, a hand fell on her shoulder and Sam turned around.