And the last chapter!! It's here!

Sorry for the wait. I had finals last week and then got grounded. But here it is! The final chapter!

Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers and new friends I've made through this story! You all rock.

Disclaimer: I don't own DP. At all. So bug off.

The dust lingered dramatically for a moment, and then disappeared.

All that remained was the tattered and limp form of Danny Fenton.

"Oh! Danny! Please, NO!" Jazz cried out. She jumped off of the bleachers and ran towards the body of her brother. Upon reaching it, she found a bloody and derranged mess. His hair was a chalky color, matter with blood. His arms were ridden with dirt and had become raw with the constant beating it had undergone.

Tucker stared silently at his friend, his eyes brimming with tears. "I can't believe it. After all we've gone through..."

Danni flew down from the sky and stood next to Tucker, tears trickling down her face. "Cousin..."

Reluctantly, Jazz turned Danny over, praying that he would stir and say something. Anything. "Please Danny, wake up." Nothing. His eyes remained cold, lifeless, and unmoving. The shining blue orbs she had always protected were gone. No more.

From above, Sam's heart fell. He...he...he loved her? The entire time he had been waiting for her to return? He had given up his powers to bring her home?

And she had just killed him. The realization of everything that had just taken place loomed over her, and she felt an immense guilt place itself on her shoulders. She realized that the last few days she had overplayed her emotions to a point where she believed what wasn't true. She had let fear build in her and take her to a place she didn't need to go. She had crossed over to a point where she had killed her best friend!

But now she would do anything to bring him back. What could she do though? There were limits and rules to life and death. Certain procedures that had to be undergone, most involving the prescense of another individual. She didn't have time for that.She needed to bring Danny back now.

A light bulb appeared above her head, and in the same instant she dove like a bullet towards Danny's bent frame.

"Do you have any respect for the dead?" Tucker yelled at Sam as she landed next to them. "You just took my best friend from me and now you dare to show your face here?" His fists curled into balls. "How could you do it Sam? He freakin' loved you, for crying aloud! Do you know what he went through to save you? What all of us went through? We battled EVERY SINGLE GHOST IN THE GHOST ZONE just to rescue you and how do you repay us? You KILL the one who loved you?"

"I know Tucker," Sam whispered, a tremur in his voice.

"Then what are you doing here?" Jazz asked. Her eyes bore threateningly through Sam's pale face.

"I..I.." Tears began to form at the edge of her eyes. "...I think I know how to bring him back."

The blood of everyone on the field froze as they stared at her.

"What do you mean?" Jazz eyed Sam carefully.

"There's a, um, way to bring him back. It's complicated, but I think I might be able to do it."

"This better not be a trick," Danni warned.

"Trust me, it's not." Sam assured her. Quietly, she turned towards Danny. Sam kneeled down next to him, and placed her hands over his heart. Within her mind, she summond a power that had been hidden in her mind for the past few days. A power she had never wanted to use. Without hesitation, she now grasped it and willed it to the surface.

Tucker gasped as Sam began to glow a soft purple. What was she doing?

"She's regathering their essences," Danni stated, confounded.

"What?" Jazz asked, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Essence, like the soul," Danni explained. "She's...well, it's complicated to explain. A ghost is the soul of a departed person that has taken on an image. Everytime a ghost touches something, or someone, a bit of their essence stays behind."

"So what does that have to do with anything?" Tucker asked.

"Well," Danni thought for a moment. "When Danny died, his ghost should have appeared. It didn't, which reveals that he somehow didn't have one left...Sam is summoning it all back at the moment." Danni paused as she thought about it. "It's amazing that she's able to do this."

"Why?" Jazz asked.

"Not all ghosts can withstand the amount of energy it takes to summon the essence of someone back.That's why it's never been done before..." Danni looked at Sam in awe. "Astounding..."

The trio watched as beautiful sparklets of purple surrounded Danny and Sam in a sphere-like form. It began to glow.

"Hey, what's that Danni?" Tucker pointed off to the distance where blue specks similar to the purple had appeared.

"Say what?" Danni spouted out, staring between the blue and purple sphere. "No way! That's impossible!"

"What is?" Jazz asked, staring intently at her brother's clone. "Is something going wrong?"

"It's incomprehendable!"

"What is?" Tucker echoed.

"THERE'S NO WAY!"

Jazz and Tucker began to yell in unison, "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

Danni looked bewildered, "I think I made a mistake...the BLUE sparklets are Danny's essence, which means the purple's are..."

"Sam's?" Tucker guessed. Danni's silent nod confirmed it.

The blue essence began gathering with the purple essence, and they shimmered as they danced in the sphere.

"I'm not sure how to essences will react to um, mixing, like they are..." Danni said concerningly... "They might..." Suddenly the area filled with a blinding with light, emitting from the sphere. Tucker put his hands over his eyes, as did Jazz and Danni. A whining noise filled the air as all the surrounding particles began to vibrate, causing an intense force to shimmer around the tearful group.

she was cut off by Sam's scream to her. "DANNI! USE THE BEAM NOW!"

Without hesitation, Danni flew into the air and summoned the largest ecto-beam she had ever created. With as much force as she could muster, she threw it down at the swirling mass of energy.

Deep in another part of the ghost zone, Clockwork glanced thoughtfully through a portal, watching the humans below relaxing on a couch.

"Sam, will you pass the popcorn?" Fourteen-year-old Danny Fenton asked his girlfriend, Sam Manson. The couple and Tucker were sitting in Sam's theater watching Dead Teacher X. A week had passed since the incident that had changed the lives of the three teens, and they had all adjusted nicely back into society.

Clockwork chuckled as Danny began to pass it to her piece by piece.

"Danny, you know as well as I do that's not what I meant," Sam glared at him.

"Well sorry," Danny exagerrated his arms. "I kinda have to spell everything out for you ever since the incident." That's what they were refering to it as. Incident. Something that would never happen again.

"Hey, I saved both our behinds in the end, so no complaining." Sam threw a piece of the popcorn back at Danny, signaling the beginning of a popcorn war.

Tucker just sat back and watched his two best friends make a mess of the floor. He wouldn't complain though. First off, he wouldn't have to pick it up, and secondly, he was glad to have them both back. Tucker's thoughts drifted to right after Danni had completed the essence thing. They had waited for minutes until they could see clearly, then rushed to the side of the perfectly healed Danny, who had been blinking, rather confused.

"Am I dead?" were the first words that had come out of the boy's mouth. Jazz and Tucker had laughed through tears and hugged him until he was forced to use the universal choking sign to prove he WOULD be dead if they didn't let go.

After celebrating he was alive, they realized Sam had disappeared. After a very dedicated hunt, they found her pounding on a door, demanding to be let out of the room she was locked in. Sam and Danny had immediately embraced, both very much human. When they began lip-locking, Danni had to fake some coughing to politely remind them someone else was there.

An "Ow!" brought Tucker back to the present.

"Hey! That hit me in the eye!"

"Too bad! Maybe if you weren't so busy with the popcorn, you would have noticed!"

"That's it!" Danny yelled with a malicious grin on his face. "It's TICKLE TIME SAMMY!" He pulled her onto the ground and began to tickle her mercilessly.

"Danny! ...please! ...stop...hey! That..." Sam eventually just broke down in laughter.

It was nice to see them smiling again, Tucker thought. And I'm thankful there weren't too many side effects of the weekend. They were there though. Danni had mentioned she wasn't too sure of how two essences would react at the double revival, and it certainly wasn't in the way they could have ever imagined.

Danny was about to cram a fistful of popcorn in Sam's hair when a familliar blue mist arose from his mouth.

"This isn't over," he said firmly to Sam as he stood up.

She rose as well and looked him in the eye. "I should hope it's not. Be safe, okay? For me?"

Danny put his hands on Sam's sholuders and kissed her softly. "Don't worry Sam, there isn't anything in this world I wouldn't do for you." He took a step back.

Two rings appeared around Danny, transforming him into the largely missed Danny Phantom.

The white hair was as smooth and glossy as ever, but his eyes had changed. Instead of a black pupil, a light purple glow emitted from within his neon irsis'. That had been one of the effects of the essence mixture.

The other one resulted in another DP logo. It was exact replica of the one on his chest, minus three small details. One, it was the size of a small tatoo. Second, it was located right over Sam's heart. Thirdly, it glowed faintly whenever she crossed Danny's mind.

Clockwork smiled softly as he watched the boy fly off to fight another enemy. Things were well; as they should be...

...for now.

And that's all that mattered.

AND THE END! (see, I told you I liked happy endings!)

-in tears- it's finally done! after months on fanfiction, I have finished the story that I started with. : )

So, what did you think? If anyone's confused about the whole "essence" thing, I'll explain it to them.

Before I go, I'll ask one more question:

Should there be a sequel?

I've set up the story so that there could be one, but I don't know if I want it or not. What's your imput?

So, thanks to all the readers and reviewers. And the nonexistant flamers.

Until the next time inspiration hits,

Lynn