A/N: 30 PAGES! YAS!

Danny's POV

I was still pretty nervous when I heard the front door open. I took a deep breath. I had to face them. I couldn't hide in here forever. Sam would at least convince Vlad to come up and get me.

I started to wheel down the hall as I heard the front door close. I came to the top of a tall staircase, but readers remember. I'm in a wheelchair. How am I supposed to get down three flights of stairs without dying? (Like it would really matter if I died. I'm half ghost.)

I noticed a blinking light somewhat down the hall. I rolled myself towards it as shouts began downstairs. I quickly entered the elevator and pressed the 1 button. The elevator made a small "ding" as I passed each floor. Finally it gave the loudest "ding" of all to signal that I had indeed arrived on the first floor.

When the door opened, I can't really say I was too surprised at what I saw. Vlad was standing irritably with his hands neatly folded behind his back. Sam was leaning up into his face, intimidating as always. Tucker was standing nearby, fidgeting nervously. I suddenly realized that they were looking at me expectantly.

"Sorry, I was kinda afraid to risk using the stairs in this thing," I apologized. Vlad relaxed visibly and Sam stepped away from him. My hand flew to my neck as it does when I'm nervous. Then I noticed that I was still in the elevator. I mentally slapped myself. I grabbed my wheels and started to go to them, but I got stuck.

I looked down. My wheels had gotten stuck in the crack between the elevator and the foyer floor. Are you kidding me? I must look so pathetic right now! Tucker was probably going to get me for this later. I kept tugging at my wheels, trying to get either forward or backwards.

"Here, let me help," Sam offered. I kept staring at my wheels as I tried to figure out a way to get free.

"I'd rather Vlad did it," I mumbled. It was, after all, Vlad's mansion. This was the wheelchair that he had bought for me. It was his elevator. He had been so nice. I just wanted him to. I don't have anything against Sam. Vlad was just as available as she was. I just felt like I was relying on him right now, not her.

"What! How can you trust him? He's Vlad!" She practically screamed at me. I rolled my eyes and looked up at her.

"A lot has happened, Sam, and I..." I started to say that I thought we could trust Vlad, but Tucker spoke.

"A lot has happened like what? Is that why you're in the wheelchair? Is Vlad forcing you to do this?" He asked.

"No, Vlad's not forcing me to do..." I was going to complete that thought with 'anything', but Sam started thinking aloud.

"Yeah, what did happen to your legs?" She wondered. I was starting to get a little bit irritated. I was still in the elevator! Couldn't someone just get me out already?

"I will tell you as soon as I'm out of this..." I began.

"We were worried sick about you! What has happened that Vlad has had a change of heart and you trust him?" Tucker asked anxiously. Was he still on that? I was pretty irritated at this point. I had just gotten interrupted at least three times.

"I WILL TELL YOU WHEN SOMEONE GETS ME OUT OF THIS ELEVATOR!" I yelled. Everyone tensed at my outburst, but I held my ground. Sam and Tucker were frozen. Thankfully, Vlad stepped forward and began to push my wheelchair for me.

"Let's discuss this in the sitting room," he suggested. I released my anger and slouched back into the seat.

"Sure, Vlad. Let's do that," I sighed. Vlad pushed me into a door nearby. It was a really nice room. I'm not saying that it's what I would have done, but it suited Vlad's tastes very well. Vlad stopped my wheelchair to the left of one of the chairs. My back was to the window, which was night because I could see everyone's faces perfectly.

Vlad sat next to me and placed his hand on my knee. It was still all too weird that Vlad would touch me so gently. Then Sam and Tucker sat on the couch nearby.

"It all started at about three last night," I started to explain. I told them about my fight with Skulker and the dart. I told them about Vlad finding me. I "happened" to skip the very emotional parts in the limousine. Then I talked about what happened with the gang. Again I somehow "forgot" to talk about Vlad's emotional breakdown. Then Vlad pretty much summed up about how we got back to the mansion.

Sam and Tucker were somewhat shocked at what we had gone through in only a day. No pun intended. At first, I thought that they would possibly be angry. I mean, they didn't say anything for a pretty long time. They didn't interrupt or ask questions. They just listened to the story. They laughed when I said something funny. They gasped when something bad happened. I really couldn't tell what they were feeling other than that.

At the end of our story, Sam stood from the couch. I noticed a few tears, threatening to spill from her beautiful amethyst eyes. She approached me. Then she swooped down and pulled me into a hug.

"I'm so glad you're okay," she breathed into my ear. I gave a small sighed of relief and hugged her back. When she pulled away, Tucker stood as well. I was slightly concerned that he might hug me as well. He smiled and leaned forward. Then he held his hand up and we high-fived. That was not what I had expected. I just had to ruin the moment by yawning.

"Sam and Tucker, thank you for coming. You may come and see Daniel everyday until he recovers. Then, I presume, that he will be going home. I must request that you do not tell his family until then, because that would be very difficult to explain. Daniel needs his rest, so I'm afraid this is goodbye for today," Vlad said his business man tone.

"What are you? My secretary?" I joked. He smirked. I turned back to Tucker and Sam. "Vlad's right. If I really want to be able to walk again, I need sleep. Please come back tomorrow," I invited. Sam grabbed my hand. I felt a small blush rising up, but I quickly forced it down.

"Lovebirds," Tucker muttered. I have him a death glare. Sam just punched him in the arm. Not that he should have doubted that she would. She always punches him. It actually kind of cute. WHAT AM I SAYING?!

"Goodbye Danny," Sam said softly. She gave my hand a small squeeze.

"Yeah, see you later!" Tucker cried. How could he be so happy? Sam just punched him for crying out loud! I smiled at the two of them and we headed for the door. The room suddenly seemed to get a bit darker. I slowly began to turn in my wheelchair, wanting to see who was there.

"Hello, Whelp," the metallic voice rang out. I could recognize that voice anywhere. Before I had any time to react, Skulker blasted me into the bookcases.

"DANNY!" Sam and Tucker screamed. They started to run towards me.

"Go," I commanded weakly.

"But," Sam started.

"GO!" I yelled. Sam and Tucker were my weakness. Skulker knew that. He would probably do something to them that I would feel guilty for later.

"I..." Sam started. Tucker groaned and dragged her towards the door. Suddenly, Vlad was blasted into the bookcase next to me. He was in his ghost form, so he didn't really feel anything too bad. He quickly shot up and began to pummel Skulker.

Then Skulker stuck out his hand and blasted a net around Sam and Tucker. He continued to fight with Vlad, while I struggled to get up again. I managed to get back into my wheelchair and go towards Sam and Tuck.

"Oh no you don't!" Skulker yelled. He blasted Vlad back into the bookcase. Vlad slid down and changed back into his human form. I gulped. What was I going to do now? Skulker turned to me and gave me a creepy smile.

"Aren't you going to fight, Whelp?" He taunted. He knew that I didn't have my powers from his dart. He didn't know that Vlad had given me the antidote.

"Don't hurt them!" I cried, trying to sound afraid. I guess it worked because I swear Sam almost started crying. I felt bad for making her so scared.

"Oh, the poor ghost boy without his powers. Whatever shall you do, Whelp?" He asked. He batted his eyelashes like a total creep.

"This!" I yelled. (Lame, I know.) I tried to transform. This time, the rings actually formed around my waist. I beamed triumphantly as they started to travel up my body. Then they started to go back down. "No!" I yelped. Then the rings disappeared altogether. I huffed and looked up at Skulker.

"I wasn't expecting that actually," he murmured. His seemed a bit confused, but he quickly regained his irritatingly creepy smile. "Well, we can remedy that," he grinned. I started wheeling backwards away from him.

"Daniel!" Vlad cried. He started to get up. Skulker blasted him with a net, knocking him to the ground again.

"Stay out of this, old man," Skulker growled. He turned back to me. I bumped into the corner now. Skulker started his walk towards me. "Whelp, this ends tonight," he declared.

"I...I..." I sputtered. I couldn't come up with a coherent sentence. I was terrified. Vlad, Sam and Tucker were out of the question to help me. I couldn't change into my ghost form. I still couldn't walk. I was in real trouble.

"I want you to understand something, ghost child," Skulker stated. He pulled me up out of the wheelchair. I just stared up into his eyes. "I am the ghost zone's greatest hunter," he smiled.

"I..." I stumbled to find words. Skulker held me closer and higher, so that our chests were almost touching.

"Oh, but I won't kill you first. That would make your life too easy," he whispered. I gulped. What was he going to do? Skulker flicked his wrist and Vlad's net flew towards Sam and Tucker. Skulker punched me in the stomach. Then he dropped me so that I was left gasping on my hands and knees. He then proceeded to walk towards the two nets.

"They go first," he grinned. My heart skipped a beat.

"No," I breathed, barely able to speak.