WARNING: lemon-flavored contents. But nothing graphic/explicit. I don't have that kind of talent.


Twilight Walking
Chapter Eleven


"I think it would be best if I let him cool off," Tucker said in a soft voice to Sam. The trio had run off immediately after, Danny turning them invisible and taking them as far into the woods as humanly possible. They had found a small cave in the side of a mountain, and had created a small fire.

Danny was sitting on a pile of blankets in front of the fire, staring into it, lost in his thoughts.

"I agree," Sam said. "Maybe he should spend some time with me; I think maybe I can find a way to get him out of it."

"Yeah… and maybe he'll tell you about… whatever happened to him," Tucker said slowly. He pulled his jacket on tighter.

"You sure you'll be alright?" Sam asked. "It's awfully dark out."

"Don't worry, there's another cave nearby," Tucker said. He smiled. "And besides, even though my cell's been dead for over a year, if I really had to, I bet I could find some use for the parts if I got into real trouble." Sam smiled.

"Good luck," Tucker said as he pulled his backpack on and headed out, leaving them alone. Sam re-entered the cave and sat down next to Danny, lying back against the cave wall.

"…you okay?" she asked after a time. Danny didn't respond. Sam wondered if she should get closer to him, but before she could wonder further, Danny moved his arm to make space beside him.

The sixteen-year-old curled up beside him, laying her head on his shoulder. She felt Danny put his arm around her shoulders and rested his head on top of hers, breathing slowly.

This had been their world for awhile now. Ever since she finally found a way to tell him how she felt, she could feel herself falling deeper in love with him every day. She knew – as she had known for years – that this was the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. If she could live for almost two years out in the wilderness with him, and still love him, she knew she really was meant to be with him.

They loved each other so much, that they sometimes considered themselves 'married', and even said when they got out of the country; they'd get legally married and go back to school, so they could make a life for themselves, and each other.

Sam could feel the tears running down his face. She wasn't fond of this Danny. She wanted the confident, optimistic Danny she had known all her life. The one who had slowly been reappearing, even after being exiled from the country. But it was the apathetic, recluse Danny who was here with her at the moment.

Sam turned to him, putting her hand on his cheek.

"Danny…" she said softly, repositioning herself so she was level with his face. "I know… this is so hard, but… please…" She put her forehead against his, and allowed him to wrap his arms around her body. She put her hands on his chest, breathing slowly.

"Sam, I'm sorry," Danny said finally.

"Sorry for what?" she asked.

"Sorry for… for dragging you into this," he replied. "For becoming half-ghost. For becoming… a monster. Someone who can't even control his emotions or his powers. I… I could have killed that man, a-and…" he trailed off as Sam kissed him gently.

"You have to take your mind off of that for now," she said softly, pushing his long hair out of his eyes. She closed her eyes and kissed him again, moving her hands from his chest to around his neck.

As he kissed her back, a silent agreement passed between them. Even though no words were said, they both knew.

Danny lay down on the blanket pile, pulling Sam with him. She broke away from him and put her forehead to his, her eyes closed. She still had her arms around his neck, and he was still holding on to her. She listened to him breath for awhile, and then opened her eyes to look at him.

"I love you," she said softly. Danny smiled at her.

"I love you, too…" She closed her eyes and kissed him again, this time running her hands from around his neck, underneath the collar of his shirt, over his shoulders. She could feel his coarse skin, the large scars, cuts and bruises created from living in the wilderness for so long.

How much longer could they take such a beating? How much longer could they go before their bodies gave out from pure exhaustion, or from being beaten upon by the harsh weather?

A chill ran down Sam's spine as Danny ran his hands underneath the back of her tanktop, up her back, pulling it up as he went. She pulled closer to him, her legs getting tangled with his, kissing him again, not letting him go. She ran her fingers through his hair, tears rolling down her cheeks. Danny pulled away from her and instead kissed her neck gently, and as he did, she pulled his shirt off right over his head.

I love you, so much… And I believe… that we'll be alright.


"…In other news, Danny Fenton was seen for the first time in a little more than a year and a half earlier today in Minnesota," the news anchor said, shifting his papers. "A mysterious spirit was attacking a young family in an apartment in a small farming town. Fenton, as Phantom, went in and tried to rescue a trapped infant, named Matthew Cartell. However, his attempts were futile, as when he brought the baby out, he was dead. Fenton then proceeded to attack and nearly choke to death the Police Captain, John McNeil. He and his comrades flew into the woods, where the police have been searching all night."

Jazz hugged her pillow close to her chest, staring at the television screen. Jack was sitting next to her, furiously writing in a book, and had looked up at the mention of Danny. Maddie had been in the kitchen when she heard.

The family of three stared at the television, shocked and dumbfounded at what they were seeing and hearing.

Hearing about Danny wasn't uncommon – every once in awhile, they caught snippets and whispers here and there about Phantom appearing in random towns in random states.

But… this was the first time they'd seen a picture of him since he left.

Who they saw on the screen… didn't look like the Danny they knew. A picture had been shown that had been caught of Danny right before the three of them disappeared into the woods.

His short, dark hair had grown very long, draping into his eyes and grazing his shoulders every so often. His hair seemed to be tied back with an elastic band. His face had become thinner, and his body had become noticeably taller and lankier than it had been before. His face, his body, his eyes… he seemed so much emptier than he did before. The bright, ecstatic eyes they had seen before were gone.

All over Amity Park, people were calling their friends and others, telling them to turn on the news immediately. Valerie was doing her homework when her father switched on the news.

"Dad, I'm working!" Valerie said in protest, but Damon remained silent. He just stared at the screen, having received a call from a coworker.

"Dad, what…" her words died in her throat as she saw the image flashed onto the screen.

"…first time in a little more than a year and a half earlier today in Minnesota," the anchor was saying. Valerie's jaw dropped to the floor, her eyes trained on the television. All thoughts of her homework left her mind as she stared at the screen.

"Danny…" she whispered, shaking her head. The same thoughts passed through her mind went through the minds (and out the mouths) of hundreds of people all over Amity Park, all over the state, and all over the country.

He's alive.

"Did you see the news? Danny's alive!"

"He's not dead!"

"He's in Minnesota!"

"He's alive? Did you hear about it?" All over the city people were talking, spreading the news rapidly. It created excitement in their classmates, people whispering and talking excitedly to one another.

"Oh, my Lord," Valerie said, shaking. She couldn't believe that those three were alive. They had been left for dead, everyone thinking that there was no way they could survive out in the wilderness alone.

But Valerie realized how ridiculous that idea was. There were three of the most capable people she knew; and, even more importantly, they all loved each other so much. There was no way they'd allow themselves to fall victim to the elements. They had the capabilities to persevere…

"He's alive!" Jack said in excitement, Maddie walking over and placing her hands on his shoulders. "Maddie, he's alive!" Maddie stared at the television screen, tears running down her cheeks.

"I know, Jack, I know," she said, a smile never straying from her lips. Jazz looked up at her parents, back to the screen.

"Oh, I…" Maddie trailed off as her crying intensified, Jack stood up and put his arms around her. He just allowed her tears to come, knowing that he himself felt like he was about to cry. They're son – they're only son, their light, their baby boy – he was alive. After almost two years of worry, of wonder, of prayers, he was alive.

It was the greatest news that any of them could have hoped for.

"Did you hear?"

"Yeah! They're alive!"

"The three of them!"

"They're alive!"


I've been updating insanely over the last few days because I've been on a school vacation. I also just had surgery, so I've been on pain killers and thus, unable to drive myself anywhere for amusement. So I've been writing, and I decided to update this. If you haven't heard, I finally finished this story, in it's 99 pages. But I'll be posting it steadily while working on other things. And yes, the random lemon-ness does actually have a reason. In the next chapter, you get to find out just what happened to Danny that made everyone think he was so dangerous. Dun dun dun. Anyway, if you're bored, check out my series of one-shots titled Continuus, or check out my favorite stories for the one-shot/drabble fics written by Chaos Dragon and cordria, for starters. Interesting stuff.
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