When Sam saw a familiar fluorescent green sign on the left side of the road, she breathed a deep sigh of relief. Parking in front of the two-story red bricked house that the sign was attached to, Sam walked arm and arm with Danny up the stairs, towards the front door of the house, holding Danny's back with her other hand for support. Sharply, she knocked on the door after freeing her hand from Danny's grip. The door opened a crack, and Sam saw a tall, slender red- haired woman, with aquamarine eyes, wearing an oversized black t-shirt and worn blue jeans holding a chubby, lightly blonde haired, brown-eyed baby boy in her arms. For a minute Sam could have sworn that it was Maddie Fenton she was looking at, but then she remembered the accident four years earlier, Jack and Maddie had both died at the hands of Vlad Plasmius. The woman standing in front of her now was Jazz, Danny's older sister.
"Sam what are you..," she paused, staring at the man under Sam's arm.
"Danny," she exclaimed in surprise, grabbing her little brother in a half sided hug. Danny gasped as the breath was nearly knocked out of his lungs, grimacing at the pain that shot through his broken body, as she gripped him tighter.
"Jazz," he muttered, trying to say something more but finding that he was unable to get the rest out.
Thankfully, he did not need to say another word, Jazz let go.
"Come in," Jazz quipped cheerfully, showing them to the living room, lowering the infant she had been carrying into a playpen in the middle of the room.
Tiredly, Sam gently set Danny down on the blue soft-fabric couch beneath her before setting herself beside him, sighing with exhaustion.
"So, what brings you here after all this time," Jazz asked Sam, as she sat down beside her
Sam recounted to Jazz the entire ordeal that they had been through, sparing no details. Once, Sam had finished, Jazz's mouth dropped, and she stared at Danny, amazed.
Nearing the end of her account, Sam paused briefly.
"Oh, and there's one more thing, Jazz," she paused again, unsure of how to proceed.
"What," Jazz asked, puzzled as she pushed Sam along.
"Danny and I are engaged," Sam replied, barely able to contain her excitement.
Jazz merely stared at the two in shock, her jaw instantly dropping,
"Well, it's about time," Jazz replied excitedly, grabbing Sam in a tight hug.
Two breathless minutes later, she finally let go.
Days passed, and Jazz was kind enough to let Danny and Sam stay at Fenton Works while they began making preparations for the wedding. They had decided that it was going to be a simple wedding early on, held at a simple church down the street. Neither of them would have had the funds to handle even a simple wedding if Sam had not remembered the ridiculous amount of money that Sam received as an inheritance when her parents died that until that day, she had refused to spend. Guests had been invited; flowers and gowns were bought and paid for, and everything was moving along at a decent pace.
A month passed, and finally, the day that Danny and Sam had been waiting for longer then they could count came, the wedding day. Everyone involved was high-strung, but none were as high-strung as the bride and groom themselves. As her bridesmaids rushed around her in a dizzying flurry, Sam stared at herself through the full- length mirror in her dressing room. Her raven hair was concealed behind a sheer white veil, matching the silk white gown she was wearing, her onyx jewelry the only thing paying homage to her gothic past. It was hard for her to contain her excitement. She had never felt so assured about a decision she had made in her entire life.
Just down the hall, the groom was just as sure of himself. However, the best man was not so easily convinced. Tucker Foley, who had been released from the hospital and sent home, was the one passing nervously in Danny's dressing room.
"Come on, Danny, you can't tell me that you're not the least bit concerned," he muttered anxiously.
"Why should I be," Danny questioned, clueless.
"Because you have several dangerous enemies that would like nothing more then destroying your happiness?"
"Tucker, relax, everything's going to be fine."
"I know," Tucker replied calmly.
The church had been packed to its full capacity. It seemed as though everyone in Amity Park was in attendance. White carnations and red roses adorned the sanctuary. Everything was going as planned. Danny stood at the front of the sanctuary in a slick black tuxedo, he was shaking.
"Are you okay," came a quizzical voice at his side, it was Tucker
"I'm just nervous," he replied.
"Well calm down, you're shaking like a leaf."
"Shh..." whispered the pastor as the ceremony began.
The front doors of the sanctuary swung upon. Danny could not believe his eyes. He was convinced that he had never seen a more beautiful woman in all his life. Any doubts he had ever had about what he was doing were thrown to the wind.
Sam stared straight ahead at him, equally sure that they were doing the right thing. They had put a hold on their happiness long enough. A few minutes later they stood hand in hand in front of the sanctuary facing the pastor. It was there that they pledged their lives and love to one another, ending it with a kiss that could only be defined as the pinnacle of true love.
The two lovers breathed a sigh of relief, their worst fears it seemed, they could put behind them
Hours later, the ceremony had concluded, and the newly wed Danny and Sam Fenton were rushing in a black limousine heading towards their reception. The limousine stopped in front of Sam's favorite Italian restaurant Infansino's, Sam and Danny stepped out of the limousine and were about to go inside when a familiar, sinister voice echoed from behind them.
"So, the lovebirds finally got together, to bad I'm going to have to rip you apart."
Turning to his new bride, Danny whispered in her ear "go inside, I'll take care of Plasmius."
Sam nodded solemnly, kissed Danny gently on the lips, and ran inside.
"You've got a lot of guts showing up here, Plasmius," Danny yelled angrily at his arch-enemy.
"Oh, but I'm not alone," Vlad declared cunningly.
"What are you talking about, fruit loop," Danny questioned, annoyed.
"Hello Danny," uttered a deep, conniving voice that sent chills up Danny's spine as he turned to face its source.
Standing behind him was a tall, muscular man that was a mirror image of himself, with the exception of his gleaming fangs, light aquamarine skin, torn cape, and piercing crimson red eyes- it was Dan Phantom.