The trio sat on the couch, staring absentmindedly at Danny's tv. Tucker's hands shoved popcorn in his mouth while Danny and Sam began to nod off. It didn't take long before Sam fall asleep, her chest expanding and deflating rhythmically. Tucker poked Danny's side, which earned a glare of annoyance from the halfa. Tucker rolled his eyes.

"Isn't there somewhere you need to be?" Danny looked over at the digital clock, sighing, he stretched out his back as he stood up.

"Be back in a sec." Danny walked into the kitchen, leaving his two best friends in the living room.

"Be careful."

*DP*

Danny awaited impatiently atop FentonWorks, anxiously drumming his fingers against his chin.

"Come on." He had been waiting for nearly ten minutes before his ghost sense went off. "Finally." The metallic ghost crossed his arms.

"I see you are the same as always, whelp. Even when he is around." Danny massaged his temples.

"Skulker, you wouldn't tell me his name earlier or who I'm even up against! I'm judging your motivation as we speak." Skulker's body remained still.

"Many of us do not wish to speak of him because of the terrible crimes that he has committed." Skulker exhaled. "He is the hunter. Legendary for his tracking ability, he awakens every so often when he detects a powerful source of ectoenergy to add to his collection. Both you and I know who's next." Danny looked down at his boots, all was silent except for the far off humming of cars.

"Why are you telling me this?" The robotic ghost gave a small chuckle.

"You are my prey, not his, and if you defeat him it shall provide me with less competition." Skulker began to fly away, and before turning invisible he yelled.

"Beware Ryoushi, ghost boy!"

*DP*

Tucker massaged his arm, the feeling of pins and needles slowly disappeared as he began to move it around. Sam stirred slightly in her sleep, subconsciously tightening her hands. Tucker removed his glasses from his head, setting them on the coffee table before rubbing his eyes. Yawning, he placed his feet on the table, leisurely placing his hands behind his head. He exhaled, his mind plagued with many thoughts, some incoherent, others taxing.

"You're having trouble sleeping?" Sam asked, her eyes still shut.

"Yeah." She opened her eyes, looking around.

"Where's Danny?"

"Bathroom." He said nonchalantly.

"Oh." She replied. Tucker nervously fumbled with his glasses, stumbling to get them back on his face.

"Tucker...what's up?" Her voice startled him, causing the techno geek to jump.

"W-what?"

"Tucker..." Tucker chewed the bottom of his lips, trying to think of a cover up.

"I had a nightmare, kinda freaked me out a bit. It was the hospital dream..."

"Uh huh..." Sam's voice was laced with suspicion. She however decided not to press the issue, barely having enough strength to keep her eyes open.

"What? You know I'm afraid of them!" Sam rolled her eyes at her best friend.

"I know Tucker, but your fear is irrational, hospitals aren't a scary place." Tucker pouted and crossed his arms.

"Says the goth with no fears."

"Tucker, you forget that i battle mine on a regular basis. Pink, and those stuck up cheerleaders." Tucker laughed.

"And you call my fear irrational!"

"Hey guys." Danny casually strolled into the living room, sitting between Sam and Tucker.

"What took you so long? I thought you fell in!" Sam chuckled.

"Well it seems that you feel better, and the box ghost decided to rear his head again." Danny lied.

"Oh." Danny glanced at the clock, sighing once he saw the time.

"Well, I don't know about you two but I'm going to bed." Danny moved to the floor, pulling his sleeping bag up to his chest. Sam and Tucker followed suit, while Sam remained on the couch. Danny turned the tv off, sliding further under the makeshift bed.

"Night."

"Night." Sam softly replied, burying her head into the couch. She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of her heartbeat. It soothed yet disturbed her, reminding her of the fate that was soon to come. She felt a tear slide down her cheek, leaving a salty trail. Sam slid farther into her sleeping bag, hugging herself as she silently wept.

*DP*

Morning came too soon as the harsh sunlight hovered just at the angle where Sam's head was. She groaned, attempting to roll away from the bright light, but didn't prevail. She slid the sleeping bag off of herself, pushing it into the corner of the couch. She tip toed over the sleeping boys, giggling at their faces only centimeters apart. She closed the bathroom door ever slowly quietly to not make any noise. She splashed water onto her face, the cold sending shivers down her spine but it felt oh so good.

"Awake already?" Danny called from the other side of the door.

"Kinda hard to stay asleep when the sun's in your face." She replied. Sam heard Danny sigh from the other side of the door.

"Can I come in?" He asked. Sam instead exited herself, lowering her head as to make eye contact with the half breed.

"Sam." She refused to look up, even shutting her eyes to try and forget his presence. She could tell by his tone that something was up, and she wasn't exactly liking where this was going either.

"What are you so worried about?" He asked, voice filled with concern.

"I'm not worried about anything." Danny's gaze hardened.

"Sam, I decided to let it go last time, and I've known you long enough to know you aren't okay." Danny placed his hands on her shoulders. "What. Is. Wrong?"

Sam stared into his fuming blue irises, burning with concern and care. She turned around, unable to face him directly.

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?" She turned her head slightly so he could see only one of her eyes.

"I can't tell you Danny." She whispered quietly. "But will you trust me on this?" Danny closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yes." Sam exhaled. "But don't think I'm leaving you alone." Sam groaned.

"Fantastic."

Danny and Sam's relationship turns rocky~

Ryoushi is Japanese, I'm so uncreative with OC's, sigh. It's Japanese for hunter T.T.

Long week of school, but all I have is APUSH so I can probably update this again (got a 40/50 on my test today, whoooo!) before the weekend is over.

Yesterday I bro fisted one of my guy friends, and I think he hit my hand so hard that I possibly 'rebroke' my finger a tad. It hurts to type D':

REVIEW PLEASE! I only got two reviews last chapter, and that was from my sis (Topaz Skye) and Turkeyhead987 (which thank you for sticking with me through this). Guys seriously, I really would like to get at least 50 reviews for this story! There are four chapters left (plus a possible sequel)! I started this in July and would really like the three months I spent writing this to be worth it!

~ForeverHalfa