So, I was sitting and watching Danny Phantom on my psp and I had this…feeling. And then Frou Frou came on my iPod. And I never listen to her unless I'm writing this story. So when the two mingled, I just HAD to write.

So here it is! Chapter 14!

Thanks everyone for reviewing! You have no idea. I was just going to keep this chappie to myself until the due date but since you guys had reviewed so much I thought I might thank you with and early update.

Enjoy Chapter 14!

(by the way, search for the music video Numa Numa Danny Phantom)

I could dance all day.

Danny flew the air like the wind itself. Intangible to defy air resistance, he pushed his speed to the limit, clutching Sam's body close to his chest.

The ghost's eyes were still slits of green, gleaming like emerald stars in a daylight sky. He couldn't release his rage—well, he could, but he wouldn't. If he let go of his wrath now, he would revert to panic. His fingers trembled as he flew.

Even though Sam's condition was at the forefront of his mind, he had to try to ignore it and think of Vlad's wrongdoing. If he didn't, he would panic, and they would likely plummet to the ground as he frantically screamed for Sam to be alright.

No, he was much better off angry than hysterical.

Spotting Sam's house he cranked up even more speed. He flew them through the window, stopped abruptly, and landed on the floor. He set Sam tenderly on the bed, careful with her in every way.

He swallowed as his eyes died down to their regular green and he softly brushed some hair away from her face. "Sam," he whispered, bending low to her ear. He waited, and called again, but no reply came.

Heaving out air like it was hard to complete the task of breathing, he bent his head to her chest, lying it softly on the wet material of her shirt. Not only was she colder than his own ghostly self, but she was unconsciously trembling and her heartbeat was shallow. His eyes widened. Her heartbeat was as faint as hummingbird's wings and as slow as a minute in between beats.

Jolting up he backed away and stared at the frail figure on the bed. "Sam… Oh God."

Snap out of it! She'll die if you just stand here and do nothing. Do something! He quickly went over and touched his fingers to her legs, making them intangible so that her wet shoes came off. Next he shifted her under the covers, lifting them up to her chin, so that he could place his hands underneath and do the same trick with her clothes, taking the waterlogged material away from her.

He covered her with more blankets, begging each one to make her warm. He lifted a hand to her face, but before he could touch her he backed away. "No, I'm too cold. It won't do her any good if I'm near her…" The statement ripped him to pieces, once again reminding him that he was not her human Fenton. Still he backed away, pacing. What now? Wait? See if she dies or not?

He angry charged ectoplasm in his hands and let it inflame him before diminishing it quickly. "God, I'm so helpless!" he exclaimed, dragging a hand through his hair—then abruptly he thought about the people who weren't. Blinking, Danny went to Sam's boot on the floor and shook it. Finding nothing, he shook the other, and found a cell phone.

Not stopping to wonder how he even knew it was in there, the halfa searched through it, found a number, and called.

Vlad groaned, sitting up and holding his head tightly. Flashes immediately burst through his head. "He gave into his ghost…and his ghost is just as defiant as he is…and stronger." Groaning once more, he weakly stood up, grabbing a wall for support.

Looking around, he found himself still in the gym—which was in just as bad a shape as he was. And of course, Sam and Danny were nowhere in sight. Sighing, he floated above the ground, finding it was much more bearable to fly than stand.

"This won't do, he's too strong. I'll have to get to him another way…" the billionaire murmured to himself. Kicking off to the ceiling he turned intangible and f—

—Was shot down to the ground by a blast of energy.

The man shot up with a grim face. Was Danny back?

"Plasmius!" called a voice, filled with hatred that justice was not served.

"Miss Gray," he called back evenly. "Mind telling me why you're attacking an ally?"

"Not unless you tell me why you intended to kill Sam!" she shot back, pulling off her hood and glaring at him. She doubled the effect with the aim of a gun.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Phantom sai—"

"Phantom? You believed the ghost child? I'm surprised at you, Miss Gray," he remarked while standing, un-intimidated by the gun she held firm.

"Well, it seems he knows you better than I do, and I know that he knows Sam better than we do…" she remarked with intelligence, eyeing the red-eyed ghost.

"And you would believe him? After all Masters has done for you, and after all the threats Phantom has made to you. Poor Sam has delusions of a fantasy romance, and you don't believe anymore that the ghost is deceptive." Vlad floated once more and smirked. "Think about that, Miss Gray."

With that he disappeared and left Valerie, who lowered her gun. What now? Who to trust?

Tucker burst through the Mansons' mansion. Slamming the door, he ran up the stairs like lightning, nearly tripping on his own feet. He swung open Sam's bedroom door and spotted her in her bed, pale and shivering. His stomach turned over.

He looked over to the far side of the room, where Danny sat in a dark corner, his legs drawn up close to himself, his face buried in his knees. He was as far away from the goth rebel as possible without letting her out of his sight.

Tucker frowned, knowing right off the bat that Danny was wallowing in guilt. He imagined the real Danny in this situation, who would feel guilty, but would at least be next to the girl, holding her hand…

But now…

The techno-geek moved forward to the bed and felt the pulse on Sam's neck. She was cold, now, but wasn't as bad as he'd imagined. Being in bed probably helped. Her heartbeat was there, but slow. "You said she was wet?"

Danny lifted his head and watched Tucker look at him worriedly. "Yes, but I don't know why. I-I just saw her, wet and knocked out…I…I don—"

He felt a hand clasp his shoulder when his gaze and speech drifted. He jerked up and saw Tucker smile thinly. "She'll be okay, don't worry. You got her away from Vlad. Just imagine—she could be worse."

"I'd rather not imagine."

Tucker smiled but looked back at Sam. "She might have been completely in water; maybe Vlad tried to…uh…submerge her?" At his statement he heard a growl and looked back at the phantom, whose eyes burned.

"Drown her?"

Tucker avoided that. "Well, we need to get any water out of her body." Saying this he walked forward only to get jerked back. "Hey!"

"I wouldn't touch her," he said, scratching his neck and looking away. Tucker's brow rose. Was the Phantom blushing? "She was soaked…and trembling…so I stripped her cl—"

"Say no more. Please!" Tucker exclaimed, raising his hands to stop the statement from coming. "Okay then, you need to do it."

"Me?" Danny said, looking at him with shock.

"Yes, you. I mean, you're her lover…basically. So it's not bad," Tucker stated, shrugging.

"But…I'll…hurt her. I-I'll freeze her…" he murmured. Tucker rolled his eyes. Man, the ghost side really did take on emotion to an extreme.

"You will not!" The boy didn't look convinced, so Tucker played the possessive card. "Would you rather I touch her?"

A flash of angry ice blue eyes pierced Tucker's vision, and then they were gone, replaced by equally icy emerald. The ghost stepped past Tucker to Sam.

He touched her face softly before bending down and blowing air into her mouth and then pushing on her chest. "Please, Sam…"

Tucker watched Danny deliver CPR, finding himself praying too. If Sam passed on…Danny would go with her. He shuddered, imagining the ghost going insane with grief and resentment before obliterating himself.

Coughs and sputters shook Tucker away from his thoughts. He smiled fully when Sam came to, coughing out water with a grimace. Only she could look disgusted and rebellious after waking from a faint.

Danny's eyes locked onto her glossy lilac ones and she blinked, whispering a small, "Danny?"

His breathing became quick and he watched as Sam's face became blurry and tears dripped from his eyes to her lap. He flung his arms around the girl and held her flush to him. "Sam, my Sam…oh God, you're alive."

Sam felt the coldness seep into her from Danny, but his familiar coldness only filled her with warmth. She smiled, hugging him back. As well as warmth, she also felt…bare?

Her eyes bulged. She was tempted to throw the ghost off her and snuggle into the blankets in her embarrassment, but his icy tears trailing down her back made her decide to allow him his relief.

The halfa pulled back and kissed her cheek, then her forehead. The fever started and he kissed her every feature before pulling her into a full lip kiss. She sighed into it and he felt her smile. He pulled away and she chuckled. "Okay, okay, Danny. I'm alive, now can you stop fondling me and let me sleep?"

Her raspy voice, filled with pain, brought him down to earth and he smiled and nodded, kissing her once more and setting her down. She reached for his hand and he sat down on the bed next to her as she fell asleep.

Danny slunk into the kitchen, his green eyes searching the room before finding Tucker, who was rummaging through the fridge. "Tucker, I was wondering where you went."

Tucker came out with a pizza box and smiled. "I came down for food after Sam coughed water. I figured you two would make out after."

Danny smirked and walked through the counter to facing the kitchen. Tucker watched him sit and nodded at his smug face. "Yeah, I thought so."

He heated up a couple slices of pizza before eyeing Danny who was looking away through a window across the room. Looking at the ghost's profile, Tucker could tell this wasn't their Danny…

The ghost had a powerful look to him, a presence that demanded attention and obedience. If the ghost gossamer shine didn't give away the fact that he was abnormal, his hair and eyes certainly did. His eyes, which were greener than when he was a halfa, had fire in them. Fire was the perfect way to describe it, untamed, wild, possessive, passionate, strong, dominant…

Deceiving.

Tucker shook his head as the microwave beeped. He took out the pieces and slid a slice to Danny. "Eat up, you're probably hungry."

Danny turned his attention to the slice in front of him and eyed it as if it was a kindergartener who had declared that they could take him on.

"Oh, come on, it tastes good. Ghosts eat too, don't they?"

Danny shrugged and took a bite or two before watching Tucker wolf his down. "Aren't you going to add meat to that?" he queried casually.

Tucker froze. The pizza dropped to the plate with a slap. "Y-you remembered?"

Danny shrugged and stood, walking to the stairs. "I'm going to go watch over Sam." He looked over at Tucker, his eyes clearly visible even at a distance. "Stay or go, it doesn't matter."

The ghost left and Tucker sighed. "Back to the cold unfeeling ghost again." He ate his pizza and thought on the white-haired boy.

He remembered? Weird. And something tells me that this wasn't his first memory. And those blue eyes I saw were not a trick of light…

Is Danny, the REAL Danny, coming back? I hope so…

Tucker cringed.

But does Phantom?

Does Sam?

A sigh and he would smile, a groan and he would touch her face.

Danny was restless. Tucker had left some time ago and night had come too quickly. Despite the many times he had laid down beside Sam, he couldn't bring himself to sleep. Thoughts of his other half, of Vlad, and of Valerie were buzzing in his head.

He had ended up simply watching the girl and holding her hand, waiting for her to join him in the state of consciousness. He was softly and reflexively caressing her hand with his thumb when he heard the soft humming of a machine. His eyes flared and he was gone.

Valerie balanced on her hover jet, hoping its engine noise wouldn't alert the occupants of the house to her presence. Jumping down from it onto the balcony, she pulled off the hood of her suit. Hopefully, they would both be here. From her experience last night, when she was hit with that ecto-glass, she was sure that Phantom was here.

After today, he was guaranteed to be here, protecting Samantha.

Val took a deep breath, looking at the curtained French doors. "Okay, you can do this."

Reaching out she let her fingers fall on the glass, turning to a fist to knock…

Her throat was grasped in a death grip of ice and the wind knocked out of her. Danny Phantom appeared in front of her, pushing her backwards. Her hands clenched his choke hold as he pressed her to the bars of the balcony railing.

Val dug her nails into his arms, but the ghost didn't falter. Her mind was screaming for air, blocking out all her experience of fighting. She tried to focus and when it all came back to her she twisted into his arm, using her elbow to throw the ghost off the balcony.

Danny's first reaction was shock before anger flushed fully again. He made sure to take Valerie with him.

Valerie fell, and to her spite, Danny flew. She knew there was no one to catch her; she would fall and fall hard. Bracing herself, she found herself scooped up underneath by her hover jet. No wonder Tucker loves technology!

Breathing out she turned to Danny, only to find he was gone. Feeling panic seep in again, she looked at the tracker on her arm. "Wait, how can he be in me?"

The jet flipped from the bottom and she tumbled to the ground, not as far as from the balcony, but enough to bruise.

The wind gone from her body, she lay there paralyzed and breathing hard. She sat up quickly and winced, holding her head.

Soft footsteps caused her to look up. Danny stood there, looking like Death incarnate. His hand glowed with bright neon flame, sparking with electrical lighting.

Grabbing her with his other hand, he lifted her high off the ground. A malicious smirk grew on his face. He leered. "Déjà vu?"

Valerie's eyes widened. This is not what I came for! She realized how far at had gone. Struggling to speak she opened her mouth but Danny squeezed tighter to prevent the words. She struggled out a, "S-Sam!"

Bad idea.

"Don't you dare speak her name!" he yelled in rage. Valerie gagged.

"I-I—help her!"

His eyes twitched as one emotion was taken over completely by another. His rage stopped and the sparks of flame in his other hand dulled to a subtle glow that was almost friendly. Curiosity shone in his jade eyes. "What?"

The hand let go to let Valerie speak and the shock of it all took Valerie as a few tears fell. "I-I came to help her!"

"Liar!" A squeeze, but not fatal.

"What Vlad did was wrong! I may hate you, but I know you wouldn't murder Sam. Murder for her, sure. But you wouldn't touch her."

A thump and Valerie was on the floor, gasping for air.

"How can you help?" Danny questioned, getting on one knee to be eye level with his hunter. He draped a hand over his knee, looking like he was having a casual conversation.

"I know what Vlad has planned, and I can help you fight him."

"I don't have any use for either of you."

Valerie glared. "You're different."

Daniel smirked. His eyes gleamed, and Valerie blamed a trick of the moonlight for the flash of blue in them. "You noticed?"

Valerie stood, Danny along with her. "I just want you to know that for now, we're on a temporary truce."

Danny brushed a hand through his hair and held out his other to her. "You touch Sam, help Vlad, or snoop around again and you will no longer be gasping for breath…you'll be out of it."

"If you need me, you know where to find me." She nodded, shaking the hand of her enemy and looking into his evergreen eyes. Deceiving, secretive, reckless, murderous, lying…

Loyal.

Valerie nearly choked. Was she really beginning to trust this ghost?

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