sammansonrepilica, thanks. Poor Danny and Sam is right.

Hellbreaker, I am glad that I proved you wrong, but damn it you read me again!

Fantasma29, lol.

Danny flew up in his bed, his eyes wide as pain shot through his head. What the fuck? Holding his head he could feel the dull aching toward the back of his skull, the piercing pain shooting down his spine. A headache This late? Crawling out of bed he headed for the bathroom and some pain pills, the light from the bathroom shocking his pain into becoming worse. Taking some pain pills he headed back toward his bed, the moon shining through his bedroom window. Closing his eyes he found himself thinking about Sam and her love of the night. Soon.

"How could you be so stupid!?" a man screamed as Sam woke up, her amethyst orbs burning with the brightness of the light in the room. Looking to her side where the voices were coming from she felt fear shiver down her spine.

"She figured it out and then she was going to LEAVE!" another male voice cried out, his tone desperate and frustrated. A slam sounded as the Goth lay there, her body shaking in fear.

"Hitting her from behind was not the way! You could have KILLED her and then where would I be?! Huh?! And what about you? You would have lost your meal ticket!" Sam sat up to find that she was fine, her arms were mobile and her legs could move so while these two males argued she should try to escape. Climbing off of the table she had been laid on she looked around, the room small and perfectly square. There were two doors and a window that was big enough for her the creep out of. That was her best choice because there was no telling where she was or how big the place was.

Moving toward the window she kept an ear out for the men in the other room. Reaching out she was surprised to find it unlocked and that it wasn't one she had to push open so looking around she located a small chair. Grabbing it quickly she rushed to get it in place as the voices grew heated.

"You should thank your lucky stars that she is even alive!" Pushing the window open before hopping up to the window seal the small Goth climbed out just as the door opened to reveal the older of the two men. "Hey! She's gone!" The younger male rushed in and seeing the window flap back toward them pointed it out before the pair headed for the exit, but by that point the small raven haired girl was gone.

Sam rushed down the street, her heels clomping as the pink dress swished around her. Turning a corner she found a church, the large building dark and knowing that was somehow her sanctuary she rushed forward. Hearing shouts to her right she forced her body to run faster, the pain in her legs an after thought as she grasped the the handle to the large building. As soon as she was in the small Goth shoved the door closed just as cursing was heard. Looking around at the darkened building she thought of where she should hide because chances were that the two men had seen her run into the building and soon they would be here. Seeing a small closet in the distance she rushed forward, her steps loud in the empty building.

Moving around the pews of the church she made it to the small room to find that she was in a confessional, but it didn't seem like anyone was in the other side so hunkering down she closed the door, her breathing harsh as she waited for any sound. In her mind she knew that she needed to leave this place and get away from the men following her, but if she tried to leave now while they were so diligently following her she would end up back where she started. It seemed like hours that she waited there, but it was mere minutes and just when she thought of coming out the sound of the doors to the large church burst open in anger. It was followed by the stomping of boots as two people entered the building.

They said nothing as they began to search around the pews, but Sam could hear them and they were growing closer to her hiding place by the minute. Looking around she could see nothing in the darkness of the small space. Did this door have a lock? Should she even see if it did because that might make noise and then they would know where she was, but at the same time she was a sitting duck. With every noise that brought them closer to her the more the Goth felt like fleeing and just as the knob above her began to twist she heard something that made her sigh with relief.

"Can I help you gentleman?" came a very English sounding male. When they did not answer the man asked again, but this time in French. "Puis-je vous aider, messieurs?"

"We are looking for someone," one man said. "My daughter. She ran away and is seriously ill." Sam blanched. Would the other man turn her over.

"There is no one in this place but me," came the response. "If this child had come in here then I am sure I would have seen her, but I have only seen you two in the last few moments enter this sanctuary."

"I thought you saw her come in here?" the male questioned the other man with him. When the man gave his confirmation the man said, "He is sure he saw her." Again the man of the church said he had seen no one and advising them that even if someone had come in here they were safe by the laws of the church.

"This is a holy place so if this child of yours had run in here then she is safe to stay and you may not remove her."

"No," stated the male from before. "She has to claim sanctuary to be safe."

"Not if she is hiding," came the simple response. "That is her cry." The male growled low, his words hateful. "I ask that you leave as I will call the authorities to come and remove you if you fail to do as I ask." More swears were heard, but he left, his parting words a threat. As the door closed, silence descended in the building. "If you are truly here then you are safe." Sam was unsure if she should come out, but she believed him when he said she was safe, she just didn't feel safe. Reaching out she watched in shock as her fingers went through the door.

"What the hell?" she gasped just seconds before the door was opened for her.

"Hello, ghost child," the man before her said, his voice soft and his eyes gentle. She blinked up at him in confusion. "I have waited to meet you as I have seen your image in papers from the States."

"The States? Where am I?" The man smiled sadly at the knowledge she knew nothing. "Do you know me?"

"Ah, so you have been washed of all your memories." Reaching out, the small girl flinching as his hand grew close. She shook her head as she forced herself up.

"I know my name, well my first name, but I don't know why I am here and even how I got here." The man nodded as he stepped back to allow her past him, the back of her dress dirty and bloodstained.

"Well, I can tell you some, but I don't know all of your story because I am just assuming." Sam sat down on the pew in the front, watching the man as he too sat down, but on the stairs before her that led to the small altar with the Holy Mother on it. "You are the same teenager who was in Amity with another teen that fight ghosts in your small town, but there was only a few reports with you in them. Over a year ago that female stopped showing up in the papers, her whereabouts unknown to the press as the male known as Danny Phantom continued to fight the ghosts."

"I know him and I remember Amity, but I can't piece together all of it. I remember my parents, well, I think they are my parents because they seem to adore me, but I don't know that for sure. I just know I want to go home." The man nodded in understanding. This teenager knew most of what she needed to save for what must have happened to her in the last year or longer.

"I think I can help you with that, but we are going to contact someone in Amity so that we can find out more." She shook her head. "No?"

"I don't think that contacting someone will do us any good. I don't know why I think that, but I feel like it's a bad idea." She looked thoughtful. "I can just walk most of the way, but after that I am lost."

"Child, you are in Paris, France. I don't think walking would work at all over here." At those words the small Goth became pale, her eyes wide in confusion. "There is a way I can help you though, but you will have to play a part." The teen looked at him suspiciously. "Nothing too bad, but if we dress you as a sister then I think that we can at least get you to the States." He stood and headed for the back of the church, his steps fading within minutes as he headed for what looked like a back room. Picking up a phone he began to dial. Sam walked toward him, her amethyst eyes watching him with unease.

Could this work? That was the question. She stopped just feet from where he was, her form bending down to sit, the pink dress falling around her. She eyed the gown with distaste. How did I end up in something so ugly? Was it those men?

"I have it all worked out, but they can only get you so close and then you are on your own." Sam looked to him for the rest of it. It took him minutes to explain it while they waited for the person that would be helping her to show up. After explaining it to her he handed her a black robe, an obvious nun looking outfit before handing her a habit, the headpiece that they wore to cover their head. Sam looked at it questionably before looking to him. He pointed to the office indicating that there was a bathroom she could change. Sam shook her head before standing. She handed him the outfit before reaching around the edge of the waist before she began to rip the skirt off real short.

After that she ripped the sleeves off before grabbing the robe to pull it over her head. After securing the outfit was on her she pulled the habit on with the aid of the male before her. Ensuring that her hair wasn't visible the man handed her a small crucifix necklace. At first she eyed it, her hesitation in taking it obvious before slipping it over her head. Looking up at him she heard the sound of the door to the church opening. She wanted to turn around, but he stepped before her as the men from before entered again, but this time after them was a nun, the older woman looking calm even knowing who the men were.

"I have asked that you leave," the priest stated as the nun continued past them and toward where Sam stood with her back to them. The man shook his head. "What is that you want? I have told you that whomever you were looking for is not here." As he bought her time the nun went to stand by Sam, the small teen taking small breaths to calm down as the men continued to insist that she was there.

"We do not know what kind of game you are pla-"

"This is a holy place and you want to infect it with your hate and greed!" the nun bellowed, her eyes flashing as she looked to the men before her. "I have called the local authorities and they are on their way. Please leave before you bring anymore hate into the place of God and the Holy Mother."