A/N: It's been a long time since I've worked on this story, and it's almost over so I should finish. I really was waiting for 90 reviews, but it looks like I wasn't going to get it though. Enjoy!

Thanks for the 7 reviews! I hope I haven't lost too many readers…

When Things went wrong (all wrong)

"I feel bad," Sam started.

She and Danny were sitting outside her house in the backyard.

"Me too," Danny agreed, sighing before continuing. "I guess it's true. No one but you can see me."

"Well at least I can see you. Then you have someone to talk to."

She turned to face him with shaky eyes.

"But it's bad for you!"

Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"Don't pretend I don't notice! I…when you talk to me in public, you probably look crazy to everyone else. I don't want you to be ostracized, I really don't, I just can't restrain myself sometimes, I must be going psycho or something…"

He shook with inner sadness, and she put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, really…" she assured him, until he attempted a smile. "You know…" She smiled, chuckling a bit. "…if you hadn't come back as a ghost, I'd have probably gone crazy already."

"No…" Danny shook his head with an incredulous look on his face. "You're joking! You're the sanest person I know Sam…you'd have been the one consoling whoever missed me."

"No Danny. I love you too much. I would have gone mad."

Danny smiled. A gust of wind blew, causing Sam to shiver. They both looked at each other, and then up into the night sky.

"Guess it's time for you to go to bed Sam."

"Really now," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "My parents don't care." She shivered again, wrapping her arms about herself.

"But I do," Danny said defensively. "Now go to bed."

"Ugh…fine." Sam said, and then trudged back into the house, Danny trailing behind her.

Not bothering to change into her night clothes, she took off her shoes and crawled into bed. Laying her head on the pillow, she turned to face where Danny was now hovering.

"You look tired Sam. Good night." Danny said, smiling.

"I'm not tired," Sam said, blinking her eyes twice. She yawned. "Anyways Danny, please don't go out with me tomorrow. I've gotta convince Tucker I'm still sane."

"Maybe a lie here or there, right?" Danny offered.

Sam giggled drearily. "Yeah, you've got it sir." She closed her eyes again. They didn't open again.

"Okay Sam," Danny said to her sleeping form. "But this doesn't mean I won't miss you. Sweet dreams Sam." He kissed her on the cheek, before floating over to the chair.

In the morning, Sam got up and called Tucker's house, asking to meet him at lunchtime at the Nasty Burger. Danny was nowhere to be found, but then again she felt a strange sense of relief that she shouldn't have felt. But she didn't worry about it for long, instead focusing on the task at hand. She had woken up pretty late, so she had to get ready to get over there. She took a quick shower and then went into her closet. She picked out a green tank top and a black skirt to wear, along with her customary black boots. She quickly combed her hair and put it up in a ponytail. Passing by the mirror, she stopped to take a good look at herself. She was…presentable. She hadn't been that way for weeks. She twirled around, and then looked again in earnest. She looked pretty today. She had never looked this good since Danny died.

Danny. It was then that she thought about him again. Shouldn't she be missing him? She had asked him to go somewhere today so she could focus on winning back Tucker's trust. But was there another reason? Was she still in love with him as she thought just last night? Or was his ghostly presence simply prolonging the inevitable? Maybe that was so…She smiled at the mirror before glancing at her watch. It was almost time to be there. She bid the mirror farewell, trotting down to the nasty burger with an uncharacteristic expression.

Danny Phantom whistled a tune on the treetops in the park.

"The wind blows earnestly, how can it blow so sweetly and yet cause me pain? I'm separated and yet ever-so-close to you…Let the rain come in circles tonight, so we may run under bliss itself…may it be eternal…"

He whispered the lyrics, which were blown from his lips from the wind and the rustling leaves surrounding him.

"What enjoyable weather," he mused. "I wonder what Sam's up to…maybe I should have stayed around to spy on her. But then I would be angry with myself, so that's no good."

The wind blew harder. "There's something with this weather…" Danny frowned before closing his eyes and leaning back against the inner branch.

He hadn't seen Valerie in a while in hunting uniform. Maybe she missed him as well…but that wasn't his goal. He would accomplish it today, he hoped. But he didn't know how as of yet. His goal was one he came up with as he laid dying in his beloved's arms. He wanted to be with her always, be one of her most beautiful possessions ever. The last thing he eyed was her neck, her bare neck, all except for the bare chain which he had given her for her tenth birthday because he had nothing else to give. He had found it in the park on his way home that day, after an unsuccessful trip to the mall. He had little money. He reluctantly handed it to her, and she smiled and put it on. And since that day, the oversized chain lay over her heart. He fixed his mind upon that fact as the flashback filled his fading eyesight…her heart…he must be there, forever with her. He must give her the best present ever…be it.

He wondered. That was the most preposterous thing he ever thought of. But every moment of his whole existence as a full ghost, that was all he thought of…the one thing he was obsessed with. But since Sam was still alive he had not yet gone into madness. She would never move on, so that was nothing to worry about. She even said so herself! So…When she did die he wouldn't want to fight it, as most ghosts did. He would recede into his mind, where he would always be with her, but even in his mind he knew he would never have his obsession.

He shook his head. The only way he could keep his mind off of it was to be with Sam. Singing was not working today. He sighed before he took off, guessing she would be at the Nasty Burger.

Sam laughed uneasily.

"I knew you'd be okay Sam!" Tucker said.

They were standing outside the Nasty Burger. Tucker had already eaten and Sam wasn't particularly hungry, so they decided to talk at the back.

"I was just tired that's all," Sam said awkwardly. "I'm okay now."

"You look alright!" Tucker said excitedly, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Don't worry, we can spend more time together and then it'll be better between us."

"Yea." Sam said, looking to the floor.

"Hey Sam," Tucker said, then gave Sam a big hug. "Cheer up! Why don't I buy you something? My treat!"

She flushed in his embrace, squirming slightly. "No it's okay, really."

She smiled, and Tucker smiled back. Instantly at ease, she smiled then returned the hug. "But if you really want to, it's fine." She said.

She felt a cold stir on her back, so she pulled away a little to look behind her. There was nothing. So she shrugged and turned back, unaware of a stricken blue gaze.

He felt like ice. Just ice. She looked straight through him and then turned back. It wasn't as though Sam hugging Tucker bothered him much. She didn't see him! She looked through him…straight through him…

Danny felt empty inside. All he could do was stare back at the images of his ex friends retreating into the inside of the Nasty Burger, the implausible event playing over and over again in his mind.

How could she not see him? She was the only one that could, the only one…he was alone. So alone…why did she not see him? He loved her and yet she did not see him…had she forgotten him? No…she couldn't have moved on. She couldn't have! It was so soon! He had plenty of time…for an impossible goal? Even so, it was too soon. He began to shake until he collapsed to the cold ground. The cold absorbed into him until he felt even number inside, though his heart was still convulsing. His beloved must see him! She must! She must! She had not forgotten him…that was impossible! She had promised him, she promised! Maybe she glanced ahead. She wasn't looking at him for sure! He knew she would see him...he knew.

He crawled inside the Nasty Burger. A couple stepped through him on his way out, causing him to shudder uncontrollably. Pain shot through him as he moved, the cold from the floor causing him to burn then freeze. He glanced with effort before he located Sam and Tucker: she was eating a tofu burger while he was slurping on a strawberry shake. He crawled with earnest, swallowing the pain. He would not go mad, he would not! She had not forgotten him, she had not moved on. He reached the table, so he got up slowly. Tucker and Sam were in mid conversation, laughing about something. He didn't care.

"But, what else could have become of her?" Tucker said sarcastically with a grin on his face.

"Slut," Sam managed to say before another fit of laughter became her.

Danny whispered "Sam, look at me."

She continued to laugh, Tucker now laughing with her. Danny grimaced as the pain grew, trying to hold it in check.

"Sam, my love. Do you not hear me?"

Sam was laughing so hard tears came down her cheeks. Tucker was laying face down, banging the table with his right hand.

Danny moved closer with effort, wiping a tear with his hand. He could still do that, she had to remember him!

"Sam…we were brought together, under this very weather, so let's stay together…" he croaked, trying to continue the song he sung earlier amongst the rising pain pounding throughout his body.

She looked up at him. He began to grin, the pain residing a little.

"Hey Tucker," she began. "That light bulb needs changing, I wonder if they'd noticed."

Danny gasped. The pain came back, blasting through his composition. He could have cried if he was able, but it occupied his conscience as well. She had…she had…

He felt the inexplicable need to destroy. He let himself go…until he eyed the chain on her neck. He felt the coldness and heat race through him all at once, the heat threatening to take control, to let loose…He could not. He reached for the chain, for it was his hope, what he existed for.

His hand went through the silver link of the chain just as he burst into a swirl of air…

Because she had forgotten him.