sammansonrepilica, thanks.

Fantasma29, I found it. There She Goes. It's from the Parent Trap, the one with Lindsay Lohan.

Hellbreaker, :) Damn right!

narutogoldylocks, thanks. I am so happy that you loved it.


A day later found Sam awake with Tyson sleeping the chair next to the bed. Wiping her eyes she glanced around, her eyes falling on her sleeping father and it all came back. The fact that her mother was still hunting them down and here they were like sitting ducks. Grasping the bar attached to the bed she attempted to pull herself up only to find the world spin around her.

"Ugh," she groaned as she lay back. At the sound of her pain her father woke up, his amethyst eyes wide with fear, the same fear she had felt upon waking up, but slowly his fear disappeared. "We need to go." He looked to her and shook his head. "Pamela co-"

"No, she's gone."

"What?" Those were the words she had longed to hear for forever and now that they were being uttered she didn't know if she could believe them. Pinching herself she found that she was awake. "She's gone? Really?" He nodded, but the look in his eyes prompted her to ask, "What happened?"

"Police suicide." As much as Sam hated the one that had given birth to her, she was still uncomfortable with that knowledge that her mother had decided dying was better than living. "Probably for the best because now she is at peace." The Goth nodded. "How are you feeling?" Nice of her father to change the topic.

"A little light headed and some minor discomfort." Tyson smiled.

"You really are like me in so many ways," he stated. That made the Goth happy. There was so much for her to be happy about and yet she still felt that her heart was hurting. Looking down at her hands she could hear the beeping of the machines next to her bed, the heart monitor letting anyone in the room know that she was relaxed while people walked by the open door. Calls from the intercom echoed around her and yet she heard none of it, saw none of it. "He was here."

"Who?" she questioned, though she was sure that he was talking about a particular halfa.

"You know who I am talking about," he stated, his eyes reflecting all the emotions at the moment. "You don't have to come with me. I can wait until you turn of age." Sam shook her head.

"I want to spend time with you, to get to know you. You don't know how long I have been waiting to find you." Tyson seemed shocked at those words. "Pamela told me I wasn't Thurston's child and by just looking at you I can see that I am your child."

"I would love to get to know you and I am so sorry that I couldn't find you sooner, but I didn't find out that I had even fathered a child until the Facebook post about you being missing. I looked at you and could tell that you were my child." Sam smiled brighter. It was nice to know that she had one sane parent and someone to call her family, though she felt that the Fentons were that and Tucker, he was just as much a part of her family too. Blood wasn't always part of your family tree. Some of your closest relations were friends.

"Can we leave today?" she questioned.

"Well, they wanted you to stay another day and Danny said he would be back." Sam shook her head. "You should at least hear him out." Again she shook her head.

"I hate goodbyes and that- That one would be like-" she stopped, not sure if she should reveal those feelings.

"Taking your heart and nailing it to a tree?" her father supplied to the shock of the Goth. "It felt that way when my bride left me at the alter. I felt like I had given her my heart and instead of cherishing it she had nailed it to a tree. I still feel the loss, but I guess I dodged the bullet." When Sam just looked down at her hands he wasn't sure that he had said the right words.

"How long?"

"Hmm?" She looked to him now, her amethyst orbs glistening with tears.

"How long until it goes away?" Silence fell over them, his own amethyst orbs cloudy with sadness. When he failed to answer a minute later she knew she had her answer. "I want to go." Forcing herself back up into a sitting position she stopped. The spinning had begun again, but she wasn't going to let it get to her so forcing herself to keep moving she scooted off the bed.

"You should at least wait until they-"

"No." It was simple. Her answer was never going to change and she needed to leave now before Danny came back. Her mind went back to the kiss in the car and she knew he wanted to tell her goodbye and talk about that kiss, but she wasn't going to because it was special to her and she wasn't going to let him ruin that memory. Her hospital gown, a nasty looking pastel green thing, flapped around her backside as the cold air hit her. "I will go, with or without you."

"Sam, you should give the boy a ch-"

"He just wants to talk about what happened in the car. He wants to clear the air before we part, but I don't want to!"

"How do you know?" Sam didn't answer him as she moved toward the counter where her clothing lay, the blood still in the shirt. Grasping her items she headed for the side of the room that had a curtain. Pulling it closed she started to dress. "Sam! How do you know? He could be coming back to tell you that he wants to be with you!" Sam stopped, but only for a second before continuing.

"Because he loves Paulina."

"His girlfriend?"

"I helped him to win her over. We played like a couple until it was time to give it up."

"What's that supposed to mean?" her father questioned. This was new to him and she knew that, but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to go over the details with him. Sighing she knew it was probably better for her soul is she told someone else.

"We played like we were dating so he could get this girl. We did everything that couples did in public." A pause as she pulled her shirt over her head. "We held hands. Whispered funny things to each other and... we kissed." Tyson could hear the sadness in his daughter's voice and as a new father he didn't know what to do. "It was all my idea and I never thought I would fall for him. Hell, I love him. That's the only way I can think of it, but its done." Tyson looked up and noticed that someone had opened the door and was just standing there.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sam's eyes grew wide and throwing the curtains to the side she found herself looking into Danny's cerulean orbs. "I never knew you felt that way."

"You weren't supposed to," Sam snapped, her anger coming out as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She shot a glare at her father who stood there looking just as dumbfounded. "Why?!" He began to stutter, his mouth moving but nothing there, no words.

"He didn't know I was there," the halfa stated. The Goth turned toward the halfa, her eyes sparkling. "Sam, I just got done leaving Paulina." Those words shocked her into silence. He stepped toward her. "When I first saw you on those tracks I just knew you were going to be special, but I didn't know why. Hell, you can ask Tucker that I have never done anything like taking someone I don't know into my house."

"You probably have never been presented with that situation before." Danny grasped her arms, his fingers moving slowly up and down her arms.

"Yeah, I have. A clone of me, but I never let her live with me. I was so shocked at the proposition you gave me about dating you, but I accepted because I thought I wanted Paulina, but when you laid that kiss on me I felt a spark. Hell, you know that was both of our first kisses." He stopped moving, his hands resting on her upper arms. "When I kissed Paulina, I felt nothing and it made me think of you. I just couldn't imagine what I had been thinking."

"What are you trying to tell me?"

"I love you Sam." At those words Sam broke down, the tears that had been in her eyes cascading down her pale cheeks. When Danny looked helpless Tyson stepped forward, a smile on his face.

"She's happy." Danny still had his hands on her upper arms when he turned to look to the older man. "Kiss her son." Tyson walked out of the room as Danny leaned forward, his lips falling on the Goth's trembling lips. When he pulled back most the tears had stopped, but Sam was shaking.

"I love you Danny." That brought a smile to the halfa's lips as he pulled her back to him, his lips falling on her's again. The memory of fear was replaced with love.