I dont own Danny Phantom. Also, SAM DOESN'T KNOW DANNY IS DANNY PHANTOM!

Chapter Three

"Samantha!" my mom called, worriedly. "There must be some mistake…"

I didn't answer though. I had to find Danny, before it was too late.

I ran to the garage, pressing a button to open the door. My purple bike was lying on its side next to our SUV. Perfect.

I vetoed a helmet, and sped away, not even waiting to see if my parents knew I was gone.

Cars zipped inches away from me every few seconds, some cursing at me. But it didn't matter. I needed Danny.

What was he going through right now? Were they torturing him? Was he afraid? Did he want to see me, as much as I wanted to see him?

Suddenly, my eyes started to prickle, and the path started to blur out of focus. I blinked rapidly and got rid of the tears before they could continue.

The normally ten-minute ride seemed to stretch for hours, but finally, the courthouse loomed into view.

I jumped off my bike, letting it fall, before bursting through the doors.

Instantly, a blush covered my face. Surrounding me, were more than twenty people in business suits, all looking at me with the same flabberghasted expression. "Um…" I broke the silence, not knowing who to talk to. "I need to see Danny."

If anything, they looked even more shocked after that. One went so far as to drop his coffee, spilling it all over him and his neighbors. None of them noticed.

Finally, after a long minute of awkwardness, a chubby, middle-aged man stood up. "Okay, well, I suppose since he's going to die anyway, it wouldn't hurt." He slowly got up, and waddled to the elevator.

I followed, not talking for fear I would change his mind. He pushed a button, then allowed the elevator doors to close.

"So," he started. I looked up. It was hard to tell whether his balding head or round glasses shone brighter under the florescent light.

"Yes?" I answered, trying not to sound annoyed.

"What makes you want to see this Daniel boy so bad?" With that, he leaned a little closer, and whispered, "You do know he's a murderer."

I felt my fists clench up. "No, he's not." I whispered through my teeth. "He's my best friend."

To my surprise, he laughed. Luckily, that's when the elevator dinged, coming to a stop.

We walked out into a glass-walled room that seemed to be smack in the middle of another, cement block one.

It was pretty amazing, but the last thing I wanted to do was give Baldy satisfaction, so I kept my mouth shut.

"This is the visitor room," he began, gesturing around him. "Here's a phone. This is the only way you can hear each other, because," he knocked on the glass. "This is sound-proof."

He picked up the phone then, dialed something, and said, "Tell criminal 4304 he has a visitor." Soon after, a door opened in the cement room, and a dark haired person was thrown out.

He slowly got up, looking weaker than usual, before turning to us. His face, which reflected anger, and hatred, soon melted into a smile.

I smiled back, feeling weight being lifted off my shoulders, until Baldy called, "Five minutes." He started to leave, but turned back to say, "And by the way, there is no WAY, you are just friends." I snarled back, and he smirked, before continuing out.

As soon as he was gone, I grabbed the phone. "Danny?"

"Yea?" he answered through the phone on his side.

I fought a squeal of happiness. He was okay! I cleared my throat, not wanting to appear overexcited. "So, how are you?"

He smile faded, into something more serious. "Samantha, I need to tell you something."

Yes. This was it! "I do too."

"No, not what I was going to tell you at the carnival. I mean…" he slapped his forehead. "I mean, I need to tell you that too, but right now, this is more important."

"Danny," I whispered, feeling fear creep into my voice. "What's going on?"

"Listen, I know exactly who's behind all this."

"You mean, this is all someone's fault?" I interrupted.

"Sammy, I'm a frickin minor! You think they would normally give a minor the death sentence for something they can't prove?"

"Oh," I blushed at myself. "But wait, why would someone hate you that much?" Sure, Danny wasn't the most popular guy, but nobody hated him. Only Dash, but there was no way he was smart enough to set up something like this.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you! Sammy, I'm a…"

Suddenly, the phone cut off. "Danny?" I asked. "Danny!"

Another man in a business suit chose then to saunter in. He gruffly took Danny's arm, and started to pull him away.

Danny looked at me, and started mouthing out words. I felt my heart swell. During Mr. Lancer's class, we'd always lip read each other instead of passing notes, so we wouldn't get caught.

I watched his lips, trying not to be distracted.

The first things he said, I understood.

Don't worry about me, Sammy. I'm not going to die.

I don't know how he was so sure about that, but I had to believe him. I don't know what'd I do if I didn't.

The last thing he said, I realized with a pang, I must've read wrong. It just didn't make any sense.

I'm a halfa. Find the other, and that's where I'll…well, it looked like he said "cheese", but I was sure he meant "be".

But more importantly, what the hell was a halfa?

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