Please forgive me for this. I wanted to try writing this pairing but it wasn't working. Originally, this story wasn't for the challenge, so I'm adapting it somehow. After the fourth time that I wrote it out, this version turned up. Do you know how hard it is to keep Dan evil while giving Sam something to love about him? In the first one: Dan isn't evil enough, the second: both were OOC, the third: went so far off track it was insane, and this one: was okay. I mean... I could've turned her evil but I'm going to keep her the way she is 'because she's so awesome. I might do another one with EvilSamxDan later... but I'm probably gonna use that as my Halloween fic. Anyway, this topic struck some sort of chord with me for this story. And so...

Topic 15: Come to Me

Rating: Umm... K+ I think, maybe a paranoid T

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort (emphasis on the Hurt)

Characters: Sam, Dan Phantom

Pairing: Uh... It's DanxSam. Uh duh.

Summary: Sam hates him. He might just love her. What lengths will he go to while trying to convince her to ditch Danny? (This summary sucks.)

Extra Disclaimer: I don't own the original design of the cell. I know that sounds weird but it belongs to Eoin Colfer, from Artemis Fowl. I don't own any random thing that you recognise, especially the poem, which I found on someone's profile and wanted to use. I also don't own Monsters Inc. Sadness.

Time Setting: Please note, Dan has all the powers that Danny and Vlad had during and directly after Urban Jungle aka ice powers and the Ghostly Wail. Basically, pretend that TUE happened after sometime UJ, instead of PP, and Danny got the Wail during the Christmas episode or something. This story is set some time after this version of TUE.

Alternate Title: Breaking Point

She was only able to tear her eyes away from the monitor after the explosion. "And that would be your beginning, correct?" Her captor nodded. "Danny never did tell me the story."

"Yes," he said calmly. "I heard that Cheesehead survived the explosion, though, so Daniel may be alive yet. Pity that."

"You froze Danny before you blew up the mansion," she stated.

He chuckled. "Right. He probably shattered. Always was a little bit fragile, that boy." The glare she gave him would have pierced Kevlar.

"You didn't have to do it. And you didn't have to try and kill me, you know."

"Well, had I tried to stop any of the events that lead to my creation, I would have succeeded, thus meaning that I never existed, which would lead to my not being able to stop the events which would lead to my creation. Only Clockwork has a "Get out of Paradox Free" card and he wouldn't be about to lend it to me."

"So you have an answer for the first part, but why pretend to kill me? And then why not actually do it?"

"It was your death that started the chain of events that was my beginning. And Daniel may have been... clueless as you called him, but I, however, am not quite so dense."

"What, exactly, is that supposed to mean?"

"Daniel never told you how he felt. Vlad had a bit of an obsessive nature. You will be mine, and so on." Sam was in a wee bit of shock after that.

"So what?" she asked. "I am to you what Danny's mom was to Vlad? You do know how that ended up last time, right?"

"Yes, but that idiot was a weakling. I take what I want rather than waiting for it to come to me."

"Great," Sam stated. "There's only one teensy little problem. I hate you."

"You'll get over it. Just you wait." Sam lay on the lumpy mattress that sat on her rickety bed and stared at the plain grey ceiling of her cell. Silence enveloped the room for a lengthy period of time. She only snapped out of it when she heard the clank of metal on concrete. Dan had disappeared; her only companion in the room was now a cafeteria tray with her meal on it. It was fairly simple, water, dry bread and some sort of generic vegetable soup. It was exactly the same as yesterday, the day before... and the day before that. She ate her fill then closed her eyes and fell soundly asleep.

Dan became tangible outside the cell. He checked the monitor. She was dead to the world now, in many ways. And she would be his, as he had told her. He just had to wear her down, find her breaking point. He pushed a small red button and a timer popped up on the screens. The process would begin in the morning.

Sam awoke to elongated screaming. As her eyes fluttered open, they fell on the monitor. From what she could make out it looked like someone on the rack (a medieval torture device that she'd found a book on in her local Goth store). He's trying to make me crack, she realised. She would be having none of that. She buried her head in her pillow and pulled the covers over her head. But the sound filtered in through the fabric anyway.

It went on like that for a very long time. The only way to measure days were the meals; she wasn't hungry so she figured she got three a day. "Horror-fest" was shoved in her face day and what-would-have-been-night. Only some of the images actually disturbed her at the beginning; dark and gloomy (and on occasion, gory) went with being a Goth. But gradually the imagery began to perturb her, becoming more and more tailored to the things that bothered her (for some reason Monsters Inc. brought up some awful, if blurry, memories). Throughout the long time she was there she found herself watching the monitor, if only because it was the only thing happening in her cell.

The monitor only went black when Dan visited. Being the only person she'd see in a really long time, she felt inclined to make conversation and was oddly pleased to discover that Dan could hold decent discussion and was surprised to find that he was interested in many things that she was. But the minute he left "Horror-fest" started up again. Somehow, it was not one of the gruesome pictures of humanity's history that finally broke her. It was something that was painfully more common.

It was a poem, read in chorus by several young girls (or possibly the ghosts of them) and acted out in silhouette. It was a pretty simple poem but it called out to something in Sam.

My name is Sheryl,

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Jenny,

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

After what may have been months of the worst that mankind had to offer, it was this that pushed her over the edge. She flopped onto her bed, curled into a ball and quietly began to sob, shoulders shaking as her breath came in gasps. Strangely enough Dan phased through the wall mere minutes later. Had Sam been in any state to notice or make sarcastic comments, she would have told him exactly how bad his surprised-act was. He sat down next to her and pulled her onto his lap. She automatically rested her head against his shoulder and wept into his chest. He patted her back and murmured that it was okay, it was alright, he would kill people who did things like that to children if she wanted him to, general comforting. Finally, her blubbering quietened to slow breathing. Looking down Dan found that Sam had fallen asleep. He pried her from his chest and lay her down on her bed. He gave her a peck on the cheek before turning intangible and phasing out of the cell. In her dreams, Sam smiled slightly.

Outside the cell, Dan smiled. She was definitely warming to him. In a few days she might even come to him willingly. He pushed a large green switch and stopped the movie which was the key to the process that he'd titled "Come to Me". He would visit her again tomorrow and see how she was holding up. She wouldn't need further frightening for now. He knew her breaking point now.

Over 2000 words I think. 3 pages! :O

I may have overdone it, just a little. If you hadn't thought of this pairing before, look it up. I wrote this because in all of the stories that I read, Sam gets rescued or escapes and Dan never wins. So I fixed it!

I changed the second name in the poem. I actually missed the name change the first time I read it. It used to be Sarah. The Monsters Inc. reference is a story I plan to write later.

Pairings:

DoraxOC

VladxDani (fatherxdaughter)

PaulinaxDanny (one-sided)

DanixSam (one-sided)

DanxSam

Happy All Hallow's Eve!

DVM out!