A/N- I'm so glad you guys like it! So, since you seem to enjoy this, I'm going to continue it. There will be three chapters. The previous one, this one, and the epilogue. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer- I don't own Danny Phantom...

Danny

"Then we'll just have to take back the home field advantage. Let's get out of here!"

I grabbed Sam's arm, keeping my eyes on Nocturne as I forced my powers over us both. I could feel the cold tingles of intangibility, saw our bodies disappear, but something wasn't right. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to force us out of the dream, out of his mind, but the real world was out of reach. It didn't work. We were stuck.

"It didn't work!"

I felt something I hadn't felt in a while creep over me. Like ice water, the fear ran down my throat, constricting my chest in a vise like grip.

Sam.

Why did I let her come with me? Why didn't I tell her to stay with the others? I could have handled being stuck in his mind, could have handled any fight, any blow, he threw my way by myself. I could have handled whatever he had up his sleeve if I had been alone. I could have handled the fear if it had just been me. But Sam was here, and she was in danger, danger I didn't know if I could save her from.

And it was my fault.

I don't know if she heard the strain in my voice, the fear. "I can't get us out."

I couldn't get her out.

Nocturne seemed to gloat. "I told you. I control all dreams, especially my own, and in my dreams," I wasn't aware I was backing up until I had to pull Sam back with me, "you two shall remain. Forever."

Forever. I couldn't get her out.

That's when I shared a look with Sam, her violet eyes reflecting that same fear. We turned and ran.

Couldn't get her out. All my fault.

And we ran, straight into a massive army of Sleepwalkers.

"Oh, boy."

Sam seemed to have more hope than I did, but I could hear the fear – Can't get her out. All my fault,- in her voice. "Fight, Danny!"

I heard the electric whiz of machinery and felt rather than saw her aim the bazooka at the mass of ghosts.

Maybe, maybe I can get her out.

I felt the energy pool in my hands before I aimed at the nearest ghost. Letting the blast fly with Sam's first shot, I watched as they connected, ripping gaping holes in the Sleepwalkers.

Maybe, maybe.

And then the Sleepwalkers skin healed; all burns and tears vanishing as their bodies reformed and they kept coming. I pulled my arms back, letting the pooling power die in my palms. I stepped back, reaching out to drag Sam with me but finding she was already there.

The icy fear trickled back in. It settled in my stomach, weighed down my chest, I couldn't breathe right.

She's in danger. All my fault.

"Your weapons no longer work." He was huge, towering over us like a mountain.

"The dreams of your families and friends," The Sleepwalkers moved forward, pressing us in from all sides, and I felt the fear grow, "have made me and my army unstoppable."

She's in danger. She's going to end up hurt, and it's all my fault.

"Now you shall join them and patrol the nights for eternity!"

I felt her back up with me. I knew without looking she was just as afraid as I was. We stumbled backwards, right into the army, right into the tight hands of the Sleepwalkers. I felt them grab my arms, heard as they grabbed Sam.

No.

"Only a miracle could save you now." He laughed, his army laughed as they picked us up, and I was afraid.

All my fault.

That's when their grips loosened, their laughter dying, and they dropped us to the ground. I turned around, just in time to see them all disappear.

The surprise and relief in Sam's voice was mirrored on my face. "What happened?"

For the first time since we got into this fiasco, I smiled. "Tucker and Jazz did it!"

We whipped around to Nocturne, ready for an attack. "I don't understand. Why do I suddenly feel so… weak?"

Now this I could do; this I was prepared for. I smiled as Sam's confident retort rang out. "Because this is now your worst nightmare!"

I dove in front of her, icy energy lighting up my hands as I sent a wave of pure ice at him, freezing him solid.

I smiled.

"Sam? Would you do the honors?"

She's out of danger. She's going to be alright.

She went down on one knee, bringing the sights of the bazooka up to her eye. "My pleasure."

She's not in any danger. She's smiling.

"Sweet dreams!" she called as the gun loaded up. She pulled the trigger.

There was this expression on her face, one of victory, of revenge gone right, and coupled with the rather large gun she was sporting on her shoulder, I couldn't help but think she looked rather sexy.

A/N- I will be at camp until Friday, so I won't be able to update until maybe Saturday... I'm sorry!

I would love it if you could tell me how I did, maybe in a review?