My foot is sooo bouncy! I have no idea why but it won't stop! Stop foot, stop! Why do I sound hyper right now, even though I didn't have lunch today? Oh yeah, because I'm finally updating! Wee, updates are fun!

*clears throat* Anyway, I can't remember if this was published before or after my name change, so I'll put it in anyways. I was having a bit of an identity crisis because my penname was the same as my main OC. People kept calling me 'Mistheart' even though we are totally separate beings...despite that fact that she exists only because I do. It's not that I blame anyone, they didn't know that until I told them. But yeah, between that and the actual Mistheart having a cow for using her name as a penname (I've yet to change my DeviantArt name) I changed it. And so the very accurate penname of 'ObsessiveFanFictioner15' was born. I find it describes me very well.

And without further ado, let's- Huh? Do we need that again? Fine, if the real Mistheart will do the honors.

Mistheart: Fine you lazy human. *ahem* This girl does not own Danny Phantom no matter how many times he appears in her dreams. She also does not own...the Esperanto language?

OFF15: Yep. And that was one time! And I don't even know why he was there, he didn't do anything :P

Mistheart: You had a dream with him twice actually. Remember when you and him kept switching places and you couldn't figure out if you were talking about Maddie or your own mom?

OFF15: Just-just start the chapter

An Embarrassing (for Sam at least) and Rather Confusing Find

"Sam, why're we here again?" Tucker Foley ran to catch up with his best friend Sam Manson, who was examining the beach, looking for...Tucker wasn't sure what.

"It's the one time of day that no one is out here," was the only explanation received. It was sunset in early March, of course there wasn't anyone out. Plus it looked as if the clouds could break anytime, so that was as a good deterrent as the nippy air.

"But I just got the new version of Doomed!" Tucker whined.

"Suck it up Techno-Geek. A little walk never did you any harm," Sam growled. She leaned down and picked up a shell, examining it in the fading light.

'So that's what she's looking for', Tucker thought. He looked around Sam and squinted. "Hey Sam, what's that?" he asked, pointing to an odd shape further on down the beach. Sam looked up and noticed what he was referring to. She got to her feet and the two of them approached the...thing. When the got close enough to tell what it was, they stopped, which was accompanied by a strange squeak from Sam and the hasty covering of female eyes.

"Why is there an, um..." Sam didn't finish her sentence and turned to Tucker (her eyes still covered of course).

"I...don't know. I didn't put him there."

"Is he alive?"

"Again, I don't know. Should we see?"

Sam snorted. "By 'we' I think you mean 'you'. I am not handling a naked dead body, especially that of a boy."

"What if he's alive?" Tucker wondered.

"Then find some clothes for him! You always keep extra in your backpack right? Though I could never understand why," Sam muttered to herself.

"Fine, fine, I'm going." Tucker trudged over to where the boy lay. He placed two fingers on the neck and felt for a pulse. There was one. And from what Tucker could tell, the boy was breathing too. Remembering what Sam had told him, he quickly dug the extra clothes out of his backpack. They were a bit too small for him, which was why he had labeled them 'emergency only' in his mind, but they looked like they would fit the boy just fine. As awkward as he felt dressing someone his age, Tucker dressed the kid quickly, accidentally rousing him in the process.

The boy's eyes flew open. When he saw Tucker and Sam, he rolled over so he was on his stomach and tried to back away from them. This would have been more effective if he had made use of his legs instead of just pushing himself backward. When he realized that he was going nowhere fast, he collapsed back down onto the sand and gazed fearfully up at the duo.

"Hey we're not going to hurt you," Sam said softly as she drew closer to the two boys. Tucker blinked at her tone while the mystery boy relaxed slightly. She caught Tucker's look. "What?" she asked defensively. "Talking soft and friendly-like has a calming effect on scared animals. It stands to reason that it works on humans as well." Tucker just blinked again. "Whatever," she growled and turned back to the other boy. "Can you stand?" she asked him. He simply cocked his head and stared at her.

Tucker sighed and held out his hand. The boy tentatively took it and then looked back at Sam. She found his staring mildly unnerving, his vivid ice blue eyes seeming to pierce through her. She watched as Tucker took the boy's other hand and pulled him to his feet. As soon as he was there however, he began to waver, so she rushed up to help him. Unfortunately, he fell backwards...right onto Sam. She let out a breathless gasp as the air was forced out of her.

The boy looked over his shoulder at Sam with an apologetic look in his eyes. He rolled to the side and propped himself upon his elbows, examining Sam some more. She frowned. "Will you quit with the staring at me?" she asked irritably.

The boy swallowed and blurted, "Vi estas bela." As soon as he said that, he blushed and looked away.

Sam raised an eyebrow and shrugged, getting back to her feet. Motioning to Tucker for help, she put one of his arms around his neck, Tucker copying the action on the other side. Slowly they maneuvered him to his feet again, not daring to let him go after what had just happened. "Let's get him to my place. We'll have to sneak him past my parents, but that shouldn't be too hard."

"Sounds good. Your house is closer," Tucker agreed. He then turned to the boy. "My name's Tucker, what's your's?"

The boy blinked and said, "Mi vere ne komprenas lando-logxanto parolas."

Tucker started, then quickly replied, "Mia nomo estas Tucker. Kio estas via nomo?"

Sam stared. "You can understand him?"

Tucker nodded. "A bit. Esperanto is a old language, it's pretty much died out. Now it's mostly used to give nerds a secret language. I've never heard of someone speaking it as a first language though." He turned back to the boy.

"Mia nomo estas Danny. Kiu estas la knabino?" the boy, Danny, wondered, once again staring at Sam.

"Sam," Tucker said simply. Danny was walking on his own now, though slowly, and the two were flanking him just in case he fell again.

Sam glanced at Danny for seemingly the millionth time before she saw them. They were faint, slightly darker than his skin; thin dual scars on the side of his neck, looking for all the world like someone had cut it open. "Tucker, look at his neck and tell me what you see."

Tucker looked and gasped softly. "What are those?"

"Scars obviously, though how they got there is beyond me. Danny," Sam said hesitantly, slightly pleased when he turned in response. She touched his neck where the scars were and he copied her. He gasped and seemed to panic slightly, but then he calmed down again when he solved whatever dilemma he had with the scars.

They continued in silence until they were at Sam's street. Suddenly there was a crash of thunder and it started raining, steadily growing harder. Danny had panicked at the noise and was now dancing around as if trying to avoid the rain, making strange noises as he did so. Sam grabbed his hand and tried to get him to run, but she had forgotten that he could barely walk, much less run. He stiffened slightly and yelped, slapping a hand to his back. She blinked in surprise, but didn't comment.

Tucker was already on Sam's porch, safe from rain. They finally all dashed inside, Danny and Sams' hair dripping water. None of them stopped until they reached Sam's room and she had closed the door.

Sam heard Danny panting and turned to find him doubled over, fighting to breathe. She frowned when she saw something stretching the back of his shirt. Curious, she reached a hand out to feel, but was halted by him grabbing her wrist. She opened her mouth to comment, but choked on the words when she saw his hand. It seemed normal enough, except for the black webbing between the fingers.

Danny looked at her, trying to figure out why she had made a strange choking noise. When he caught sight of his hand, he paled, glancing between Sam and the offending appendage.

Sam tugged her wrist from his grasp and gave him the universal 'You'd better explain this or you're in huge trouble' expression.

We've all gotten that kind of expression before haven't we? Yes, no?

Mistheart: Yes we have, now shut up

OFF15: Oh get back into my brain and stay there

Mistheart: I will as soon as you do your homework on a constant basis

OFF15: -_- Just be quiet