Authors Note: Whoa thank you so much for reviewing. I have one thing to attend to the big question for the last chapter was: Is there a Sam in the DP world also?

The answer is no, the Sam we know is in the Real World. Why? Well if I told you that what kind of author would I be? Where would the suspense factor go? And one mistake to correct here Sam is a freshman not a sophomore, my bad I will try to fix that sometime soon. And sorry for the wait, hopefully it is worth it.

Fanfiction Chapter 2:

Writing is 1 percent inspiration, and 99 percent elimination: Louise Brooks

Real World: 1:13 p.m.

"Only two days left of school!" I shouted as I walked down the halls of SDHS with my friends Lisa and Jason. Lisa was about my height and size with red frizzy hair that reached to about her shoulders, today she was wearing a blood red t-shirt that said: Take a picture it will last longer, and a pair of jeans. Jason, well I'll say this about him look up the word gangly in the dictionary and I swear there will be a picture of him. He was about 6'2 with short dark black hair, he had an amazingly square chin and like I said before he was long and tall. He was dressed in a dark blue button up shirt open to reveal a plain white shirt underneath with jeans.

"Calm down Sam," Lisa said rolling her eyes. "We still have all day today and then two more days after that."

I stopped my happy dance and turned back to her a pout creasing my forehead. "Come on Lis like we're actually going to do anything today."

Jason stared at me looking shocked, "whoa did Sam just say something optimistic?" He looked to Lisa his eyes going wide, "Oh no the apocalypse has come hurry to the bunker!" I reached over and smacked him in the arm.

"Ha-ha you are so funny," I droned crossing my arms. Lisa and Jason were going out and I had been sort of responsible for it, what can I say I have a gift for getting people together. But we were all still close just those two closer than most.

Jason grinned at me, "I know I am Sammy-kins." As you can imagine I hated that name, utterly despised would probably be a better term, and Jason knew it as I had explained to him several times before. But he knew how to press my buttons; I still don't know why we were friends.

Before I could retort to that we came to my classroom and I had to say good-bye to my friends, I waved to them and entered the torture chamber. Otherwise known as Geometry class for those of you don't know the hip insiders slang.

I slipped into the classroom and into my seat at the back of the room dropping my purple spider backpack onto the floor beside the desk. You see I never liked Geometry and I had about an eighty-five in the class. Don't ask me how because I couldn't tell you, so I figured why ruin a good thing by paying attention? So I pretty much just stared out the window and came up with ideas for my story. Oh yes did I forget to mention that the dinner with Mr. Bryant had been about a week ago and thankfully I hadn't seen the man again. And I had done my best to push the events from my mind, scoffing at my absurd musings that Bryant was Vlad Masters. It was pretty funny at the time.

Just as the teacher, Mr. Capp, came into the room I pulled out my notebook and started writing where I had left off.

Danny Phantom landed invisibly in an empty broom closet outside of his history class, the ghost that had set off his ghost sense had been none other than the box ghost. After beating the troublesome ghost to a pulp, Danny had sucked him into the thermos and headed for his class. That had started about ten minutes ago.

Danny sighed heavily as he changed back into Fenton, he was seriously contemplating whether or not he should go to class or skip it entirely. Skipping was the easier and logical choice but the boy knew if he missed another class it wouldn't be good for him.

He had already been tardy at least twenty-five times, and been absent for even more than that. Danny knew that he needed to go to class as much as possible when he could, because ghosts would certainly find a way to make him miss class in the future. With a tired and bedraggled appearance Danny walked out of the closet and into his room.

The teacher Mrs. Finch turned to him a piece of chalk held in her hand. "Why Danny how good of you to join us," she said clearly annoyed. "Care to explain why you are ten minutes late for my class?"

Danny tiredly sat down in his seat, "I wasn't feeling well." He lied having had much practice with stretching the truth ever since he got his powers.

Mrs. Finch rolled her eyes but turned her back to the class and continued writing. Danny slumped in his seat feeling tired beyond belief it was at times like these that he seriously considered giving up his role as Danny Phantom. But of course what would Tucker say to that?

"Sam," Mr. Capp's voice reached my ears and I looked up, hastily stuffing my journal into my lap. Yeah, he probably thought I was writing a dumb note to someone…I hate it when people do that. "I asked what is this triangle?" He pointed to a triangle on the board that had only two equal sides.

"An isosceles," I answered absentmindedly. He nodded and turned to another student. You see the key is to act like you're paying attention so they won't call on you, and if they do call on you if you answer their questions they usually go away.

I decided to not continue writing it wasn't worth getting my book taken away, never to be seen again and I had lost my train of thought anyway. So instead I turned my head towards the window and stared, even though school was almost over to be replaced by glorious summer, they still had us doing work. But Mr. Capp didn't really want to do anything so he was just reviewing what we had learned over the course of the year. So it just looked like we were doing something if anybody was watching.

My sapphire eyes followed a cute little blue jay as he hopped around on the window sill outside of course, duh, and it was at times like that I wished I could draw. But sadly I was only a writer and had no skill in the ways of the artist. I blame my dad, he couldn't draw either. As I watched the bird twitter and fluff out its feathers something caught my peripheral vision, I looked to the spot and only caught a glimpse of a flashing white and red blur.

I blinked completely stupefied, had I just seen what I thought I saw? And what exactly had I seen anyway? I stared out the window hoping to see the thing again but nothing came, was that what I think it was? I shook my head continuing to stare out into the courtyard.

When I saw nothing my mind began to wander again and for some reason it brought up the last glimpse I had seen of Mr. Bryant; it was sometime around eight-thirty and I had just gotten done watching Danny Phantom. Stretching I walked to my window and peered out. Just in time to see my parents waving good-bye to Bryant.

A glare creased my forehead as I watched the man leave, he waved back to my parents and they closed the door. And just as he was stepping into his fancy black Rolls Royce he looked up towards my window as if he knew he was being watched. What I saw caused me to gasp a hand flying up to cover my mouth in shock. Mr. Bryant's once cobalt blue eyes had gone completely red and I could see the red glowing aura from my room on the second floor.

I immediately dived away from the window my eyes wide with fright. When I worked up the guts to peek out the window once more, which was like five minutes later, Mr. Bryant had gone. I had stared at the spot he'd been standing for a while, until I tiredly walked to my bed and collapsed into it, not even bothering to change my clothes.

Yes pure fear can really take a lot out of you, believe it or not.

"Hey Sam," a voice next to me whispered. I looked over to see a pair of blue eyes staring widely at me causing me to grin. It was Shawn, with his short blonde hair spiked up so it looked like he'd stuck his hand in a light socket and bright blue eyes he was pretty good looking. "You okay," he asked looking concerned.

It was then that I noticed my eyes were wide and I could guess that I looked officially freaked out. "Uh…uh yeah," I said having a hard time finding my voice. Shawn arched an eyebrow at me obviously not believing my fib. "Seriously I'm fine," I said forcing my normal gothic air to return, which in other words means I made my self look emotionless.

A skill I learned from the monks in the Alps over summer break…had you going there for a second didn't I?

"Whatever you say Sam," he said looking unconvinced. "Hey did you watch the new Danny Phantom last night," he asked obviously changing the subject. He used to be like that all the time a short attention span to rival an exited puppy. And that was the other reason I liked him, no not the puppy thing, the he was a Phantom fanatic just like me thing. We always discussed the episodes.

And no stop right there those of you in the back who are going "aww" just stop okay. We were not going out and frankly I wasn't sure if he even wanted to go out. Not that I care because we were more of friends than love interests. Even though we hung out all the time and pretty much all our friends had bets on when we would go out, not if. Alright I am just going to stop talking about this okay, no more that is it.

"I thought it was awesome," I whispered leaning closer to him. The episode in question was Identity Crisis and I had thought it was hilarious.

"Yeah," Shawn answered. "This looks like a job for the vacuum cleaner," he quoted Super Danny and I laughed.

"I liked it when Fun Danny was like looks like that guys butt is doing it just fine," we both chuckled at the memory.

"So Sam have you seen that creepy Mr. Bryant guy lately or is he still MIA," Shawn suddenly questioned slightly teasing.

I rolled my eyes you see I told Shawn pretty much everything that bothered me since he was always a good listener. "No, Dr. Wayland but thanks so much for your concern," I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster.

However when I'd told Shawn about Bryant and me thinking he was Vlad Masters the first thing he'd done was laugh, well actually he had almost keeled over from roaring with laughter. Right. In. My. Face. So you can understand why I was reluctant to talk about it. I don't enjoy being laughed at, especially about something so important.

"I still can't believe you thought he was Plasmius," Shawn joked a small snicker escaping his mouth. But after receiving my death glare he quickly smothered his mouth with one hand, making an innocent face.

"If you'd have been there you would have thought the same thing," I said indigently crossing my arms.

"Oh right," he said holding up his hands and continuing in a mystical voice. "Because evil cartoon characters appear in the real world all the time, almost on an every day basis. Like just yesterday I ran into Skulker and asked for his autograph but he told me no." Before he had time to laugh at this he yelped and reached down to rub his bruised shin, where I had just kicked him with my heavy boots.

"And that is why you don't make fun of people with combat boots," I told him sternly.

He groaned and muttered something that sounded like, "stupid combat boots." I nodded in satisfaction thinking, "he should know better than to make fun of me."

I patted him on the shoulder, "ah poor baby do you need a band-aid?" I questioned in a baby like tone that made him scowl. So of course I grinned, oh come on you would have too don't deny it.

Shawn glared at me and turned away picking up his pencil to draw again. I was curious as to what he was drawing so I asked, "What'cha drawing." He ignored me pointedly so I asked again, and again I was ignored. Annoyed I glared out the window but after a moment my curiousness got the better of me.

So I leaned over ignoring his protests and snatched the picture of his desk, what I saw made me gasp.

I stared at the picture almost not hearing the end of class bell ring, my mouth was hanging open and I closed it slowly. The picture was of me, my short hair was hanging in my face and I had a thoughtful expression. My eyes, that held a small sparkle, were watching the blue jay as it hopped around on the window sill, I realized that Shawn must have just drawn it and I looked up at him. His face was flushed red as he nervously tapped his pencil on the desk.

I looked from the paper and back to Shawn who was watching me looking embarrassed, "Shawn?" I squeaked completely flabbergasted.

Shawn blushed fervently and took the picture slowly from my hand stuffing it in his backpack. He turned quickly and headed for the door, but just before he left he looked back at me as if he was going to say something. But shaking his head he disappeared out the door with me still staring after him. The way he had drawn me made me look beautiful and the time it must have taken to create it was incredible. No one had ever drawn me in that way; was that really how Shawn saw me?

And if you think this new piece of information wasn't shocking enough listen to this: at the edge of the picture Shawn had drawn on the very corner of the window was something you wouldn't normally see. It was the corner of a piece of fabric, closely resembling something that I'm sure I had seen before but couldn't place. What was it exactly? Yeah right like I'm gonna tell you.

Amity Park: 2:57 p.m.

Danny Fenton shuffled down Auburn Street, one block away from his home, head down and shoulders slumped. His hair was ruffled and unkempt with twigs and leaves sticking out here and there. His clothes were also dirty and soaked in a dark liquid of questionable origin. The dark haired boy was walking with a very visible limp that he was doing his best to ignore. The injury in question was from his recent fight with Ember. Danny had managed to catch the crazed musician after about an hour of fighting, where in the process he had been thrown into too many trees to count and had hurt his leg that was now throbbing with each step he took.

The worst part was that his mother had told him to come home right after school, and now he was, Danny glanced at his watch; at least half an hour late. Danny groaned half in pain and half in annoyance, he couldn't believe his luck was this bad.

The teen sighed as he limped up the steps to his home and stopped at the door. "It is fine I'm sure mom won't be too upset, I mean this is only about the fifth time I've been late…this week. I am sure they'll understand they're my parents they probably won't even notice I am late." Danny took one last shuddering breath and cracked the door open peeking slowly around the frame. The house was silent and he couldn't see anyone in sight.

"Maybe my lucks not that bad after all," Danny muttered closing the door quietly behind him. He limped stealthily towards the stairs praying that his good fortune would hold out for a little longer. When he was two steps away from reaching the stairs, feeling that he was in the clear, a shrill angry voice shouted from behind him causing him to freeze mid step.

"Daniel Fenton," Maddie Fenton boomed her hands on her hips.

Danny turned around doing his best to hide his injured leg by leaning mostly on his left leg, "uh hey mom," the boy greeted weakly.

"Young man I told you to come home right after school and it is three o'clock," Maddie reprimanded not stopping to return her son's welcome.

Danny could only stutter as he searched for a plausible response but could come up with nothing. "Why are you late again Danny," Maddie asked her sharp tone dulling a tiny bit. It was then that the woman noticed her son's bedraggled appearance, "honey what happened to you?"

"Oh I was just playing a quick game of football after school and I guess I lost track of time," Danny said the first thing that came to mind. But as the words left his mouth he instantly regretted them feeling like smacking his forehead with his hand, he never played football! "She is so not going to fall for that," he thought in dread.

Maddie tilted her head, "since when do you play football Danny?" It wasn't an accusing tone just a questioning one; and she couldn't help but think if her son was lying to her.

"I just tried it today because some guys asked me to," the boy replied quickly. "I am sorry mom I was just having so much fun I forgot what time it was," he said, sliding into apology mode. Hoping that maybe he'd be able to squeak by with a small punishment rather than a night in the Fenton Stockades.

"Well I am glad you had fun Danny but that is no excuse for being late," Maddie said. She sighed, anger leaking out of her eyes, she knew her son was as forgetful as her husband sometimes but she couldn't let him get away unpunished. "Now I want you to go to room and think about what you've done," she ordered.

Danny sulkily lowered his shoulders and headed up the stairs leaning heavily on the banister, "and don't go up there and get on your computer young man." His mother added, Danny didn't bother to reply and as he turned the corner he bumped into something solid, causing him to twist his injured leg into a painful position. He yelped and stumbled away from the someone who reached out and grabbed him by the arms so he wouldn't fall.

"Danny are you okay," Jazz asked with concern.

Her brother pushed weakly away from her, "yeah Jazz I am fine," he assured her. He made a move to step around his sister, but she slid back in front of him looking stern.

"Danny don't lie to me I can tell when there is something wrong," she informed with her arms crossed. "And there is definitely something wrong."

Danny glared at her but after a moment his glare fell away and he sighed, "I was late again," he mumbled almost too quietly for Jazz to hear.

Jazz's arms fell to her sides, her expression changing to sympathy, "oh Danny was it ghosts again?" She whispered the 'ghost' part knowing it wasn't wise to say that word too loudly in her home.

He nodded and said sourly, "Ember again. I don't know what the deal is lately there's been more ghost attacks every day and I can barely keep up with all of them and my school work and friends and mom and dad." He trailed off, and Jazz saw just how tired he looked. Dark bags were visible under his eyes that were slightly enflamed and his posture suggested that he'd been on his feet all day.

"Oh little brother I'm sorry," Jazz apologized moving to hug her sibling but he pushed her away.

"If it's all the same to you Jazz I'm going to my room," Danny said limping around her. As he turned around he saw Jazz still watching him concern clear in her gaze, "I'm fine Jazz I just need to rest for a while." With that he closed his door and collapsed onto his bed, not even bothering to kick off his shoes. The boy moaned into his pillows going through the days events in his mind but after a moment decided it wasn't worth it and shut his eyes with every intention of going asleep.

After a few moments he was snoring quietly.

Danny opened his eyes and looked around, 'where am I' he thought in confusion. He was standing outside of a very large and expensive looking house, or possibly a mansion. The boy took a hesitant step forward only to jump as the door slammed open and a girl walked out. She was beautiful; she had short dark raven colored hair that fell to just above her shoulders. She was dressed all in black with a purple spider backpack. Strangely she didn't seem to notice Danny, even though she was staring right at him.

The girl took two steps forward just as a woman's voice shouted, "Sam where are you going?"

"Sam" froze visibly groaning and turned around as the door flew open again and a woman strode out. She had long reddish brown hair and was dressed in a pant suit type thing. "Samantha where are you going," the woman who Danny presumed to be the girl's mother demanded.

"I told you I'm going to Lisa's," Sam said looking annoyed.

"No you're not Mr. Bryant is coming over and he said he wanted to see you."

Samantha looked appalled but quickly covered it up with a scowl, "well when he gets here you can tell him to call me." She started walking again straight at Danny, who was about to move but when the girl walked into him she went through him, like he'd gone intangible even though he hadn't.

"Samantha Marshall stop right there," the mother boomed looking quite fierce. Danny knew he wouldn't want to mess with her when she was angry, Sam stopped and unwillingly turned around.

"Do you want me to get fired," the woman demanded her hands on her hips causing Sam to deflate a bit. "Sam I don't want my boss angry at me all you have to do is wait to meet him and see what he wants and then you can leave okay?"

Sam sighed and muttered something inaudible, "ok-" whatever she was going to say was cut off by the sound of a door closing rather loudly. Danny whipped around only to come face to face with Vlad Masters or at least it looked like Vlad. The only difference was his hair was short and he was dressed in a dark blue suit with a red tie, Danny leapt away from the man his fists glowing green.

But the man either didn't see him or just decided to take no notice of his actions, "Amy, Samantha good to see you," the man greeted sounding just like Vlad's pompous cocky voice.

"Mr. Bryant," Amy greeted trying to look calm, "good to see you too how are you?"

"I'm fine enjoying the warm weather," Mr. Bryant answered. Danny watched the man his eyes wary, the guy looked like Vlad and talked like Vlad but there was something off about him. The young half ghost looked around, was he even in Amity Park or Wisconsin? It didn't look like it and there was something different about these people, now that he thought about it everything looked different. There was just something strange about the whole place. And they had called the guy Mr. Bryant instead of Mr. Masters so it obviously couldn't be Vlad.

Danny looked curiously back at Bryant, 'Does Vlad have a brother,' he couldn't help but think. Mr. Bryant looked over at Sam, "It is close to summer is it not?"

Sam glared vehemently at the man before answering curtly, "yes." Danny liked her immediately whoever didn't like Vlad or the Vlad look alike was already on his good side. Suddenly the scene dimmed and Danny was standing in a dark space with a light shining above him casting dark shadows around him.

He looked around expecting something to jump out of the darkness and grab him but nothing did. Just as he was calming down a flash of light appeared in front of him and he was staring at what looked like a movie screen, images were flashing across it moving almost too fast to see.

It showed the girl Sam running from something, her face set in a terrified scream. The scene changed to the face of Plasmius as he laughed hysterically holding something in his hands, Danny could barely register what it was when one final image appeared on the screen. It was himself in ghost form bound in ecto-ropes a glob of green ectoplasm over his mouth, Vlad stood over him a triumphant grin on his face. This time he was holding Sam tightly by the arms as she cried out to Danny what looked like "I'm sorry."

Danny shot up in bed his breaths coming in gasps as sweat poured heavily down his face he put a hand to his chest forcing himself to calm down. He forced his darting eyes to close and after a few moments his breathing slowed down to normal. Danny opened his eyes slowly running a hand over his face, "Did I just have a nightmare?" He hadn't had one of those since the incident with his future self and that had been months ago.

The raven haired teen glanced at his clock; the green numbers blared out at him 10:02 p.m. Danny let out a shaky breath going, over what he had just seen or dreamed. "What if this Sam is real? She looked real, but it was a dream so how could she be real I've never even met her. But she looked like she was in trouble and I was somehow involved. So if she is real and she is in danger does that mean I am too?"

The boy wouldn't normally think so much on a dream but it had seemed so real and for some reason he found himself caring if Sam was alright. There was something so familiar about her that it was almost scary.

He shook his head slowly confusion written all over his face, he needed some advice on what he'd just seen and he knew just the person to ask. Danny transformed and phased himself through his bed and into the lab, without hesitation he opened the ghost portal and flew in. Having no idea that in the Real World Samantha Marshall was waking up from a nightmare about Danny Phantom.

Authors Note: Peaks out from under rock Sorry for the wait, don't throw things at me! I truly am sorry but this took a while to write and it didn't help that I was grounded for a week. For a whole different reason this time believe me. So did you like it? I'm sorry if it is a bit dull right now but this requires plot building like you've never seen. A big thanks to all who reviewed for the last chapter and I can only hope you do it again for this one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.