I don't own DP. WHO KNEW?! ;D Ha.

Danny breathed in slowly and then let it out through his mouth. On the living room couch laid Danny Fenton. A boy whose ankle had been broken, had surgery, whose arch enemy stayed at his home, whose town was invaded while he was down, whose arm had been shredded and his stomach had been scratched, and last but not least, whose parents had been kidnapped by some evil ghosts.

His mind was hazy and throbbing while the rest of his body burned and throbbed along with it. A few seconds passed before everything sunk in. He gasped and swung his legs off the couch. His entire being protested against the movement of standing, but his stubborn mind completely blocked that out. Walking across the room slowly and weakly - unlike his usual strong,confident stride - he made his way to the front door. Hand on the cold doorknob, he twisted it halfway until a smaller hand snatched his hand away from it.

"Dammit, Danny! Are you trying to act like a 4 year old?! We shouldn't have to tell you to stay put!"

"And I can't let those ghosts take my parents!" His voice came out much stronger than he felt. "Do you honestly expect me to not do anything?" His voice rose, "Do you know me at all?!"

Despite the hurt that Sam felt at his words, she rose her voice as well, "Do you expect me to let you go out that door against that many ghosts by yourself? Especially as injured as you are?"

"Yes! Because that's my job! And those are my parents! And-"

Danny's rant was cut short as a high pitched scream was heard from outside. He twisted the knob and flung the door open; Sam looking out from behind him.

People were being abducted by ghosts and being taken away through the sky. Countless of people's cries could be heard as they were scooped up off the ground and carried away in the arms of evil glowing specters; their voices fading as they were flown farther away.

Sam didn't even have a chance to stop him before Danny had transformed and bulleted over to the nearest person being kidnapped. She watched with dread as Danny punched the burly ghost in the jaw with his good arm and attempted to take the victim from its grasp. The ghost continued to hold the person in one arm while it brought the other one around to smack Danny across the face.

Hearing his skin being smacked from so far away, Sam gasped and then cried out as Danny was thrown aside by a kick to his abdomen. She saw his mouth open in a gasp of pain, but then he jumped back up like the brave boy she knew he was. Another ghost flew over to the fight behind Danny. It held a gun in its arms and pointed it at Danny's back.

Sam saw him pull the trigger and screamed as the bullet hit Danny square in the back as he was still struggling with the burly ghost. Danny froze and the two ghosts both laughed together as they pushed him to the ground. The person in the burly ghosts hold cried out the town hero's name before she was taken away like all the others.

Stifling sobs, Sam ran over to Danny's crumpled form. Her breaths came out in gasps and her chest heaved she reached his side. Oh my God. Oh my God, they killed him. Nobody can get shot in the back like that and survive. Salty tears ran down her face and into her mouth as she gasped for air. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she realized he hadn't reverted back to his human form.

Placing her trembling hands on his body to turn him over, she took a deep breath. Sam rolled him over as gently as she could and caught sight of his back.

...

It wasn't bleeding. Her heart filled with hope.

What was in his back was a dart. A dart!

She laughed and wiped the tears off her face in slight embarrassment. Well, she thought, I just made a big scene for no reason at all. She pulled the dart carefully out of his back.

Suddenly, Danny's body stiffened and his eyes shot open. "Agh!" He twisted around and tried to escape the source of the pain.

Sam was perplexed. Weren't darts usually used as tranquilizers? If so, shouldn't he be out cold?

Danny's face was beaded with sweat; his face drawn in a grimace. "I hate ghosts..."

Sam laughed a little in relief, "You're half ghost, idiot." She snaked her arm underneath his back and lifted him off the asphalt. Trying to ignore his discomfort, she hefted him up and slung his arm around her shoulders and held it there.

They began making their way back over to the house. Danny's movements were extremely stiff and growing more painful.

"Can we stop for a second?" He asked in a winded voice.

Sam glanced around the street. A few ghosts were still around and she didn't want to take any chances. The air was dank and it sent shivers down her spine. The supernatural tended to have that effect, but no matter how many times she felt it, it never got any more comfortable to endure.

Since there were more ghosts than usual, it was especially strong.

"Um, Danny..." She discreetly nodded her head over in the direction of a glowing green ghost in the distance, "That just might not be the best idea at the moment, so let's keep moving."

Danny was trying his best - he really was. But that dart had affected his muscle control. Everything grew stiff, and it was an effort to just move his leg forward. It was as if his body was quickly freezing over while burning intensely at the same time. His heart jumped in his throat as he was forced to surrender more of his weight to Sam.

The burning sensation tried to consume him. He sucked in a deep cleansing breath and used all of his strength to move his body towards his house with Sam's help.

I never get a break, do I?

The feeling of freezing air clawing its way through his chest and out of his mouth made him shiver. Sam cast a fleeting glance at him before picking up the pace. Together, they stumbled up the concrete steps and practically fell through the door that was still ajar. Sam scrambled back up off the floor and shut the door carefully to make sure that it wouldn't catch a ghost's attention outside.

Feeling a wave of relief wash over her, she turned back to Danny. Her stomach dropped as she looked at him. He was face-up on the floor; gasping like a fish out of water. His chest expanded and contacted rapidly like he couldn't get enough air into his lungs. The audible ragged gasps that came from his mouth sent fear through Sam's body as if someone had set her insides on fire.

She dropped down to her knees and crawled over to him before placing a hand on his forehead. He was sweating bullets, but he was as cold as ice. Sam looked up as she heard the sound of someone entering the room; shoes thumping across the wooden floor.

"What the hell happened now?" Tucker's voice rang through the silent room.

Sam let out a shaky breath as she replied, "We need to take him to Frostbite."

School starts soon... DESPAIR.

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