A/N: Yes! Get ready for some DxS FLUFF! Because I wanted it to be this way. I hope you guys like it... Oh and I decided to stick with replying to all the reviews. :) And answer as vaguely as possible. (Kidding – or am I?)

Review Replies:

KittyWithAKnife: Thank you Kitty, I'm glad I could keep you on your toes :D .

KuriMaster13: Mmm... I see.

DannyFenton7thGradePhantom: Ohh, I like listening to the Game Theorists theory on FNAF!

Phantomspirit12: All right! High five! :D

felixlover(Guest): Wow, you hear that Mathews? You got suspected again. ... ... ...He's too busy baking at the moment to respond. But he gets that a lot. And I like PotO too! I got hooked on the soundtrack the first time I heard it.

glraxaystarfire katniss: Interesting... but I won't tell you if you're right or wrong.

muney73: You're my next Sherlock. I love your theory on all this, I'm quite surprised. (My sister and Co-author was too) Also, the play dated back to when Casper High was first formed. Wouldn't that make Mr. Mathews really... old...? Just saying.

Silver Celestia: Finally! Some one noticed Sebastian! And here *hands over a virtual cookie* my sister said you deserved this. :D

Guest: They are adorable aren't they?

jim89: Well if I were to be in my parents shoes, and my child didn't notify me of being late after school ended at maybe 2 or 3pm (?) and it was 6pm already, I'd be kind of worried. ESPECIALLY with the 'accidents' that happened in their school. Don't you think so too? As for Danielle... interesting concept you got going, but as I said in another reply, I won't say you're right or wrong.

tkb0: Really? Thank you! :D I'm glad I'm able to convey their relationship this way then.

Chapter 20

"Wake up…"

"Rise and shine…"

I mumbled something incoherent and forced my eyelids to open. The voice calling me was so familiar but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Wake up sleepy head." The voice giggled.

The first thing that I noticed was a bright light. As it dimmed down, I tried to focus on my surroundings. I heard the chirping of the birds, and the rustle of the leaves as they danced with the wind, and a river up ahead.

I got up slowly and found a sky so blue, it just couldn't be real, and next to me was my best friend. My jaw dropped at what I was seeing.

"Sam?"

She smiled at me and leaned on the tree bark behind her. She wore a light, loose, pale purple knee-length dress, and no shoes or slipper on her feet. A crown of different purple flowers adorned her head and a sheer lacey chocker with a rose was worn around her neck.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked in a feathery tone.

I looked at her and breathed out a relaxed sigh. "Yeah."

"Mm…" She hummed in agreement and closed her eyes.

I knew it was a dream, but my less rational side didn't bother to acknowledge that fact. And for reasons I don't want to say, neither does my rational side.

Suddenly a stage erupted from the ground. It looked exactly like our stage in the auditorium, complete with the props we had put up for the play. Multiple figures emerged from behind it, I could scarcely identify each person's face to be honest, but I knew they were people who had a part in the play. One by one they took their positions then turned to Sam and I.

Sam's pale lavender dress changed into one of Christine's wardrobe, and not surprisingly enough, I was wearing Phantom's. She held her hand out to me gesturing towards the stage and the waiting crowd. I was about to take the offer until I felt a chill run down my spine.

I turned around and found a dark shadow slowly eating up this mystical meadow I had created in my mind. I suddenly grew afraid, as if I knew what it was, but didn't at the same time. I turned to Sam but I wasn't looking at the face of my best friend anymore.

Instead what I saw was a girl about the same age as me, with golden blonde locks and a smile that looked like it physically hurt her. It took me a second to realize how tattered and torn her clothes were, it was still Christine's dress, except a lot more battered up.

And it took another second to realize she wasn't standing the right way…

Slowly I came to an understanding that her legs were bent and twisted in ways it shouldn't be… Bones protruded from her flesh as thick dark red liquid pooled into a puddle on the ground we were standing.

The sound of her bones cracking and being crushed by her weight made my mouth dry. I felt the urge to puke.

Cold sweat formed at the back of my neck and my stomach twisted into knots uncomfortably.

I tried to speak. To say anything, ask anything, but my vocal chords failed me. I was mute.

"Peter…" she whispered. Her glassy eyes became round and large with fear.

Peter…? I question myself. 'My name wasn't Peter' – I wanted to tell her.

My surroundings combusted into flames as soon as the dark shadow reached us; the stage lit on fire, and I heard people screaming and crying all around. Ash and soot slowly fell upon us like snow in the winter.

Then shrieks quickly turned into moans and groans of children as it pierced my eardrums. Unidentified silhouettes started falling onto the ground with hushed thuds as others cried and zipped past us.

Up ahead on the burning stage I saw two dangling silhouettes that were suspended by ropes swinging sluggishly with the flames.

'No…' I was horrified as I saw Mrs. Nettle's and Ms. G's lifeless and blank eyes stare straight into my own.

It was complete… chaos.

I so badly wanted to wake up! 'Please, someone wake me up!' I had to get out of there!

"Peter." She said again. Her face twisting in horror, and her skin rapidly changing into something maltreated and abused.

Now a single tear escaped her eye and rolled silently down her cheek.

Everything swiftly became quite.

Pin… drop… silence…

My stomach dropped.

"Run."

It was the second time I had a nightmare about the play. The second time my sheets and clothes were drenched with sweat because of some dream my mind had come up with.

I gasped for air as I sat in the still darkness. Trying to even my breathing and recollect my sanity was much harder the second time around. I hope I didn't scream… I hope no one noticed…

What did that dream mean…? If it had any meaning that is. Who was that girl? What happened to her? Why did she keep calling me Peter?

"The likeness is uncanny." I remembered one of my friends say that day we learnt about him.

Did the girl in my dreams think I was him? She looked so… terrified. But why did I dream of someone mistaking me for someone else?

So many uncertainties made themselves known one after the other. My head felt like it was pounding. So many questions… so little answers.

When my heart finally calmed down I walked quietly to my drawers and pulled out a new T-shirt and a new pair of jeans. There was no way I was sleeping tonight. I grabbed my red hoodie and sneakers before turning into my alter ego and flew out my window. There was only one place I needed to be at the moment. One place I knew could console me.

I kept flying till the object in my mind came to view. I recognized the tall window frames and edgy roofs. The house was dark, absent of any light from within, but I didn't need it to find my way to the room I was looking for.

Soundlessly I fazed through a glass window and scanned the area. My gazed fixed upon a sleeping figure on a large bed at the center of the room. I floated towards it and gingerly touched the sheets, careful not to abruptly wake the sleeping form.

It stirred, disregarding my intention of being unnoticed till I wanted to be otherwise.

It wasn't the first time I entered this way, though in those days it was because I needed someone to dress my wounds from a battle since I didn't want to disturb Jazz who was too busy with her unending reports and exams. Sam became an expert at it, sadly through unfortunate events. Tucker was too, though only the basics since his tolerance to anything like that was much lesser.

"Danny?" Sam's voice was engulfed with sleep, but she pushed herself up anyways. When her eyes met my glowing green ones she jolted out of bed.

"What happened?" She said almost too fast. Quickly she examined me and placed her petite hands on my chest and arms, feeling for anything unusual. "Was it a ghost? Are you hurt? Why didn't you call me?"

I was momentarily surprised with her fast response. "I'm fine." I chuckled. "I just…"

"Can't sleep…?" She asked.

I didn't respond, and that was all she needed apparently.

She lightly touched my cheek in a comforting manner and I leaned into it. I slowly brought her palm to my lips and kissed it openly. I don't know where that sudden burst of confidence came from; it was my first time doing it too.

Sam gasped and I felt her pulse quicken under her skin. I knew I was blushing as well because a faint green glow illuminated her face. Who would've thought ghosts blushed green? It made sense though since it wasn't blood running through my veins at the moment.

"Sorry…" I apologized dumbly. Kiss her and then apologize. Right.

She shook her head. "No. It's alright." She said, much to my delight.

I changed back into Fenton, and she pulled me towards her bed. We did this as kids many times before. When Tucker and I used to visit, all three of us would sleep on her bed, even though her parents strictly prohibited it. This brought back fond memories.

I went under the covers, my blush wasn't glowing, but it was still present. Sam snuggled in beside me and covered us both with the warm comforters. How was it that her pillows seem much softer that mines back home? She laid down next to me and held my hand.

"Everything will be alright Danny." She consoled.

I fell asleep that night to the warmth in my palm and the aroma of scented candles.

A/N: Damn you guys have really cool theories on this story. Hopefully this chapter wasn't too 'tame' for all you Sherlocks out there. No really, I won't say who, but some of you got incredibly close to the truth. ;)

Though for all you skeptics out there... If I'm telling the truth or just leading you to a dead end... that's for you to decide.

Till next time my dear readers~