Title: Hard Love
Genre: Drama
Rating: T (language)
Character Focus: Sam, Valerie
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Danny Phantom was down. Sam Manson watched with rage from the side lines as the creep the boy cared so much for confidently strutted up to him and pointed a gun at his head. Valerie Gray smirked.
And Sam snapped. A battle cry erupted from her throat and spewed out like a violent vomit. She charged forth to protect the boy she loved. Valerie was plowed down to the ground with a startled yelp of "What the fuck?"
Danny gasped. "Sam?"
Valerie glared at the girl that was pinning her down, "Manson? What the hell do you think you're doing!"
Sam sharply turned to Danny, "Get out of here! -NOW!"
Danny didn't have to be told twice. With a brief exchanged glance, his thanks was communicated. He disappeared.
Valerie came to her senses and shoved Sam off of her roughly. "Do you know what you just did? Do you! I had him, I had him right where I wanted him! Oh my god, I could kill you!"
Sam picked herself up off the ground and pushed some stray hairs from her face. She still panted, trying to catch her breath from the animalistic tackle. She rolled her eyes, unable to speak just yet.
Valerie swiftly approached her and poked just above the chest. "Is this a joke to you? Do you think this is funny? Do you know what you did? That was Danny Phantom! A ghost! You just saved a destructive, manipulative, evil ghost!"
"Valerie Gray," Sam sneered. "You have absolutely no idea."
"Why you little-" she stopped herself. "I'm not Valer-"
"Sure you aren't," Sam crossed her arms. "I know more than you think I do, princess."
Valerie retracted her costume. "You know?" She asked dumbfounded, "Does that mean that Danny knows? And Tucker? Does everyone know?"
"Danny knows... Tucker too, possibly someone else," Sam replied uneasily. "But no one else."
"How do you know?" She asked suspiciously.
"I'm not going to say," Sam replied sharply, hoping Danny wouldn't kill her for saying as much as she had already.
"Well, if you know who I am, and you where there when that damn ghost destroyed my old suit, thinking he was killing me, how could you help him get away now!" Valerie screamed.
"Well, probably because he knew you weren't in the suit... otherwise he would have destroyed you a long time ago!" Sam screamed back.
"BUT WHY WOULD HE CARE ABOUT THAT!"
"BECAUSE HE'S NOT YOUR ENEMY, YOU RETARD!"
With that, Sam swiftly turned and walked away in the direction she knew Danny had fled; back to Fenton Works. She was still red in the face with anger. Still unable to believe how stupid Valerie was... and at the same time, how lucky she was. Maybe things would work out between Valerie and Danny, who knew? As long as Danny's happy, she told herself... wondering all the while why he couldn't be happy with her.
Valerie stood in a sort of shock, staring at the retreating figure of psychotic Sam Manson who had just risked her life for someone who didn't even have a life of his own. She rested the gun back on her shoulder with a grim resolve, knowing she'd have another chance at the Ghost Boy. Manson had no clue what she was getting into, and as far as Valerie was concerned, next time she got in the way she was going down.
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:AN: I only vaguely remember writing this... wasn't finished when I found it, so I gave it a nice little round about open ending and stuck it up. Hopefully it didn't disappoint.
And, though it may seem to... this isn't meant to bash Valerie. I'm anti-bashing. Make love, not war. Peace.
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Love,
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-DRC-
