A/N: FILLER CHAPTER! For anyone looking for angst crap and stuff... Ums, yea. : it's been a while. But I'm back yo. Cuz drama at school is shit. / this has got... SOME Danny/Sam action... um... yea. Enjoy my chapter plzkthnx.

The only correct actions are those that demand no explanations and no apology. -- Red Auerbach

You seem to be enjoying yourself.

Fuck off.

Sam, Sam, Sam... Watch that language. I mean, you MEANT to kill Tucker, didn't you?

I never did. I did nothing wrong. Leave me alone.

You can't hide it, you know... You can't hide forever... The truth will be revealed. Eventually.

SHUT UP!

It's funny. You're friends have left you, you're parents have left you, and you shunned your own grandmother. You've got no one to talk to but yourself. Tucker was the only one left... But, you had to dispose of him...

STOP IT, STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE! SHUT UP!!

"Shut up... Leave me alone... I hate you, I hate you!"

Sam moaned and rolled around in her sleep restlessly. She clutched her blanket in a death grip, her eyes snapping open. She sat boltright up. The goth glanced around, sweat dripping from her brow, unshed tears sparkling in her amethyst eyes.

"Tucker... Tucker..." she breathed, her breathing harsh and uncontrolled. Her head collapsed on her pillow, and she moaned. "Come back to me... Tucker..."

Sam tiptoed into the kitchen quietly, her black sweats sticking to her sweating legs, and the sleeves her purple tank-top falling from her shoulder. She grabbed a glass from the cupboard, but suddenly froze.

Something didn't feel right.

"Sam?"

The teenage girl gasped, whirling around quickly, gripping the counter with her life. "Holy shit," she breathed out, putting a hand over her heart.

The phantom stepped into the light, so Sam could see his face. Glowing green eyes bore into her's like a prowling hyena. Danny ran a hand through his snow white hair, shifting his gaze over to the window. "Sam..."

"Danny," she muttered, calming herself down. She held her head, and groaned, "Why are you here? I don't need this right now..."

His eyes snapped back onto her, slightly startling her. He gave her a look so hard, it took her a moment to remember this was her best friend she was looking at. "Danny..." she whispered softly, "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" he growled quietly, as to not wake anyone up. "Come with me, ok?"

He grabbed her around the waist, and flew her through the ceiling, and out towards the empty feilds. Sam, curious, didn't protest. Once he set her down, he switched to his human form, turned his back, and began, "Sam, you need to understand. I've been put through hell at school, trying to put up with all this bull. I'm sick of people asking me questions, and me having to answer, 'I have no idea'. Do you know what it feels like? I'm left in the dark here! I'm your best friend, I should know... I need to know..."

"Stop," Sam mumbled, looking at the ground in shame. She put up a hand, and said, "Just, stop. I don't need to tell you, I don't want to tell you." she looked up, glaring at the ghost boy, "Everyone will know in time."

"What, so I have to wait?" growled Danny, crossing his arms, "I have to wait for something I completely have a right to know about? Sam, you and Tucker obviously had this thing going on that I had no part of--"

"It's because--" Sam stopped herself, trying to hold control over her tears, "It's because you were to busy with your dumb girlfriends and your stupid ghostfighting, you didn't give a shit--"

"YES I DID!" Danny shouted, whirling around to face her. He looked her in the eye, his blue ones flashing in anger. Sam stared, waiting, as if thinking he was going to hit her. "I CARED! HOW COULD YOU SAY I DIDN'T?!"

"Because..." Sam said, telling herself not to yell over and over again. "You didn't, Danny. You looked at us and took us for granted. You cared only about your stress and your problems."

"I'm the one holding the balance between the ghost world and the human world," Danny said, pointing his finger at her, and poking her gently in the chest, "Do you honestly think whatever the hell you guys were going through was too much for me to handle?"

Sam stared at him, almost not believing what he was saying. She couldn't hold back anymore...

WHAM!

Danny fell backwards, landing on the prickly grass. He quickly through a hand over his nose, feeling something moist falling from it. He gasped, staring at his best friend in disbelief.

"Yes, Danny," Sam responded, "I do."

Danny blinked. Without a word, he went back to his ghost form, and stood up slowly. He stared at the goth, and silently, used one hand and shoved her back.

Stumbling slightly, Sam looked at Danny with disbelieving eyes. "You... You jerk." she spat, shoving him back. He stumbled, but quickly regained compsure and appeared unfazed. Still wordlessly, he pushed her again, this time harder.

After almost falling to the ground, Sam had had it. She began hitting him in the chest, banging her fists against him with what little strength she could find. Apparently this wasn't much, because Danny stood his ground and shut his eyes, taking it like a man. Sam began sobbing, tears falling freely from her eyes. She didn't stop hitting him.

Finally, the ghost boy grabbed both her wrists, ceasing the beating. Sam struggled, shouting cruel words like, "LET ME GO! I hate you! You're an asshole! I should have never met you! I wish you'd jump off a fucking cliff, you dumb clueless ghost!"

She continued shouting and struggling. Danny shut his eyes, waiting for her to stop. She continued, "Fuck you! Fuck everything you stand for! I hate you so much, Danny Fenton! I hate you... I hate... I hate hate..." her words faded.

Sam let out a pain filled screech, and wrapped her arms tightly around him, crying uncontrollably. "I want him back so bad!" she screamed into his chest.

"I do too..." Danny spoke for the first time in a while. He held her tightly, stroking her back. He found himself crying unshed tears, his eyes glassy with tears. He shut them, resting his head on hers, as she rested her's on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sam..."

"Take me home," she whispered, holding him tightly. "Take me home, please..."

"As you wish," Danny sighed. "But... Please, tell me what happened, Sam..."

Sam pulled back, looking at him with bloodshot, teary eyes, "Danny... I can't..." she let him go, taking a step back. "But I can tell you... That we were both supposed to die..."

She gave him the most painful look he's ever seen. "He just couldn't kill me first."

To Be Continued...