Hi guys, I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! After a weekend full of shopping and guitars, I proudly present chapter 19! :) I only was able to write this because there was a car crash on the way home from my nice stay in the city, and so I was in the car, my portable dvd player dead (I had been watching Bleach :D) and an empty exercise book on my lap. So this chapter was completely handwritten! And then I typed it up just then, but nevertheless there are mistakes. And I can't remember what happens in this chapter, or if it makes sense or not. If it doesn't then tell me and I'll redo it :) I'm in a good mood - I finally have been reunited with the wonderful beverage known as coffee :) My heart belongs to you and only you, my beautiful coffee. Oh, damn, I have to write... and school starts tomorrow... and I have to watch a movie and read a book before school starts... hmm. Well, I'll write up these chapters first! I'm almost finished the story (I'm up to chapter 22). But I think it'll take longer to finish than I originally expected. Originally, there were only going to be twenty chapters. But anyway. ONTO THE STORY!
Hehe, I was bored when I did the title.
See, if they're planning to save Sam, they have to plan ahead. So they're creating a plan and plan on saving Sam, so it's To Plan to Plan on Saving Sam. It's no mistake people :) Coffee high, here!

The Beginning

Chapter Nineteen

To Plan to Plan on Saving Sam

"We need to devise a plan."

It was obvious that something had to be done. Everyone instantly looked hopefully towards Danny – after all, he knew Vlad the best and did have the most experience in dealing with ghosts. But for once, he wasn't the only half ghost attending the meeting. He glanced at Kelly and saw that she was upset by the Goth's disappearance – it seemed the situation would be left in his hands once again. He didn't mind. He liked it when things went his way.

"Does anyone have any suggestions?" Danny asked. It was necessary that he asked – otherwise someone might get angry with his plan. On many occasions when they worked together and devised a plan out of a combination of their ideas, it was more successful.

"Well, obviously we have to save Sam soon." Jazz stated.

"But we can't just recklessly fly into battle, especially since we don't know for sure where Vlad took her… I'm assuming that this is that Plasmius guy I see terrorising you?" She didn't seem to be looking for an answer to that question.

"Vlad Masters, billionaire from Wisconsin, it is. I'm actually surprised you never ran into him." Tucker seemed to be slightly suspicious of Kelly. Danny could see that the two hadn't formed a bond of friendship yet. It always took a bit of time for new people to warm up to Tucker.

"So first we need to find out where she's been taken," Danny looked to Jazz. "Can you try and pick up on your scanner her DNA reading? Or Vlad's, for that matter. I'll go to her bedroom and see if I can find any other clues that Vlad may have left us in particular. He always seems to be tempting us into battle."

"What do you want me and Tucker to do?" Kelly was feeling quite useless at the time.

"Not much for the moment. Prepare yourselves, I suppose. Try and find some clues wherever you can. When we've found out all we need to know, we'll plan our attack out in detail. I for one plan on saving Sam from his clutches before it is too late. Agreed?"

"Agreed,"

Jazz refused to return home. She said that her mother's behaviour was despicable and that she didn't want to be in the same house as her when she was in such a discriminative mood. It was left unsaid but Danny knew that Jazz was also afraid of being kicked out of the house as well because she had known Danny's secret. She had willingly walked out the first time – what if she couldn't get back in. Besides, she had left her keys inside the house.

Danny decided to search Sam's house before going to Tucker's – he didn't want to impose on Kelly's parents once again. Jazz didn't tell Danny where she was going – but he knew that she was just going to a friend's house. He wasn't worried about her.

He found nothing even remotely suspicious in Sam's bedroom or even in her house.

Since Danny hadn't been able to return to his house at all since his mother had kicked him out – he didn't doubt the fact that she'd once again switched on the ghost detectors to stop him from returning – he hadn't been able to get a clean change of clothes. Instead he had gone out and bought a few pairs of pants and a few shirts. Unfortunately the clothes that he usually wore hadn't been in stock. Instead Danny had to wear a pair of black denim jeans and a lime green shirt with a black jacket over the top – it was beginning to get extremely cold in Amity Park and Danny didn't want to draw even more attention to himself.

Danny and Tucker had spent all of Sunday scouring Amity Park – they had even gone to the school despite the fact that it had been the weekend – but they hadn't found even the smallest clue left behind by Vlad. It seemed that the fruit loop was playing hard to get – a very unusual concept when it came to Vlad Masters.

Jazz hadn't had much success with her task either – after all, she hadn't returned to Fenton Works since Danny had been thrown out. She planned on sneaking in during the day because Maddie always taught a martial arts class on Mondays and her father went to a cooking class.

Danny, Tucker and Kelly on the other hand were stuck going to school. By now it was likely that the news of Sam's kidnapping would be all over the town – the Manson's weren't a family that kept to themselves. Of course, they would have filed a missing persons report and told the school of Sam's disappearance – after all, the school required a reason for each absence of the student. The three would have to go through school and act as though they had no idea what was really going on. The only problem with that was Valerie.

Although she was a close friend of theirs she couldn't possibly find out the truth about this situation. She couldn't be told the truth of any of her friends – even though they all knew the truth about her. She was a ghost hunter, and a good one at that. They couldn't risk telling her – sure, there was a chance that she may completely accepting of them but it was more likely that she would hunt them down and destroy them. It was in her nature to do so.

"You ready to go, dude?" Tucker asked as he placed his red beret upon his head. He had been told countless times by everyone around him that his beret was considered a fashion don't, but each and every time he ignored the well-meaning advice. People had begun to stop bothering with his image – it was never going to be improved.

Danny ran his fingers through his hair – he didn't want to use Tuckers brush – and sighed. It was messy but there was nothing he could do about it. He turned to his friend and forced a smile upon his face despite the ravaging emotions running wild in his body. "Yeah, sure, I guess." He answered.

Tucker looked as if he wanted to something else but instead just walked out of his bedroom. Danny shrugged his shoulders and followed his friend, preparing himself for a long day at school.

"Danny, what happened to Sam?"

As soon as he reached the school grounds he heard the voice that belonged to someone he dreaded speaking to. It belonged to Valerie. It wasn't that she was a bad person or anything – she was just really perceptive. And she wouldn't believe him if he told her that he didn't know what was going on.

"Um, I don't know… why are you asking me?" Danny wouldn't meet her eyes as she fell into step beside him.

"Because Kelly won't tell me and I haven't figured out how to make her crack yet," Valerie explained in frustration. "And I'm really concerned, and you're the one who will most likely know what is going on. After all, you and her are like super best friends."

Danny glanced at Tucker, who seemed to be hiding from Valerie. Danny raised his eyebrows and grinned – he could read Tucker from a mile away. Tucker had a crush on Valerie. "Why are you asking me? What about Tucker over here?"

Valerie blushed, causing Danny to grin even wider as he realized that she returned Tucker's feelings. "He doesn't count," she replied nonchalantly. "Come on, Danny, I know you're just trying to keep me from figuring this out."

"Look," Danny wasn't in the mood to speak to Valerie. "I actually don't know. I'm trying to find out. And you can't make me crack, so I don't know why you're trying. I know nothing."

He left his two friends to themselves as he hurried to catch up with a familiar red-headed girl.

It seemed that Dash wasn't in the mood to torment Danny today. Either that, or the big old jock actually harbored some pitiful feelings in him. After all, as Danny and Tucker had suspected, the entire school knew of Sam's disappearance. No one seemed to be talking to them very much, despite that. It was just like a normal day, except that the bullies seemed to be feeling sympathetic. It was one good occurrence.

Mr Lancer also seemed to be giving Danny a break. The fat teacher enjoyed to pick on him but it seemed as if Danny was invisible today. Perhaps Lancer had realized that Danny had skipped school a lot recently due to the changes in his Goth friends behaviour. After all, Sam hadn't attended school much this week. Perhaps two days if Danny could recall correctly. Not even that, in fact.

But every hour seemed to drag on as if it were an entire day; every class seemed to go for years on end. Danny was continuously looking at the clock – the sooner that he got out of that hole of a school, the sooner he could get to work on finding Sam. He knew it was stupid to go to school in such a situation but he also knew that there was no other option.

Hopefully Jazz got enough time to locate Vlad. If we get a reading on his ectoplasmic DNA we'll be able to find Sam…

But Danny knew that nothing was ever that simple….

Sam opened her eyes and groaned – her head spun just from doing that simple task. She felt groggy and disoriented, not to mention as if she were about to be sick. The room around her was pitch black, which didn't do anything to help. It just made the room seem as if was spinning faster.

She put her hands to her head in pain. Her memories were foggy and she couldn't seem to form a coherent thought. Something had been done to her mind; something foul and evil. But nothing was clear to her – she couldn't even guess at what had happened. She felt pathetic and unusually weak.

"Ah, Samantha, I see that you have woken."

It was Vlad.

Danny had gone with Kelly straight from school to her house. Tucker and Jazz had agreed to meet them later that night, right outside the school to discuss the day's discoveries. Unfortunately neither Danny, Kelly nor Tucker had discovered anything that they hadn't previously known. They were hoping that Jazz had been more triumphant.

"I suggest we just blow of school entirely tomorrow and just go for it," Kelly muttered as she pulled a carrot out of her fridge. She didn't seem to mind that her mother was standing only a metre away from her. "After all, the more time we take to actually make a move, the greater the chance of her being hurt is."

Kelly's mother cleared her throat expectantly. "What I suggest is that you tell me what is going on, and why you are considering 'blowing off school', as you put it."

Kelly shrugged at Danny and turned to face her mother. "Danny's best friend got kidnapped by a ghost last night. A half ghost. We need to save her." She stated simply.

Kelly's mother shot Danny a suspicious look before turning back to her daughter. After all, she didn't know of Danny's ghost powers. "And why are you getting involved? Shouldn't you just leave this to professionals?"

"Mum," Kelly interrupted before her mother could continue suggesting useless ideas. "It's okay. Me and Danny can handle it. After all, he's half ghost as well."

Danny winced as Mrs Stager turned to look at him incredulously.

Valerie sipped on her coffee absently, her mind recalling the events of the past few weeks as her eyes stared into the monitors in front of her. She watched the security screens half-heartedly – nothing interesting had occurred tonight, and wasn't likely to occur in the last ten minutes of her shift.

No matter how hard she tried not to think of him, her mind always wandered back to Danny Fenton. She just knew that he was hiding something from her – something big, something important. She also knew that he wouldn't willingly tell her. Tucker and Sam knew, and Kelly probably did too. But none of those three would budge.

And it wasn't just because of the whole skipping thing. The whole deal with Sam getting kidnapped? Danny knew what was going on, he knew what had happened, and if Valerie was right he was devising some sort of plan to rescue her at this exact moment. But he wouldn't let her know, despite the fact that she and Sam had recently become good friends. Was it because he knew about her past time? Did he know that she was a ghost hunter?

But why would he have a problem with that? That was the question that Valerie sought an answer for. But no matter how hard she might try, she could never find one that fit.

Her attention snapped onto the computer screens – for she could see Danny Fenton and Kelly Stager running right past the front of Casper High. The reason they were running was because they were being chased by a humongous ghost cat.

"I have to save them," Valerie told herself in determination, about to press the button on her wrist watch that would activate her ghost hunting suit.

But something strange was happening on the screen – something strange indeed. Around Danny Fenton's waist there appeared a ring of bright light with a slight blue hue to it. Valerie widened her eyes as this ring split into two and began to travel in opposite directions – one went up while the other went down.

This chapter has many different changes :):):) Okay. Well, I'd better start typing the next chapter up. Will take a minimum of half an hour since I am going to have dinner and MORE COFFEEE! AND HA, STEPH, YOU CAN'T STOP ME! Not that you'd want to... BUT I CAN HAVE ALL THE COFFEE I WANT! :'( Oh my dear friend, you beautiful coffee beans, how I missed you. All I could have was... ugh, instant coffee. It's disgraceful. It doesn't even deserve to have the same name as proper coffee. It should be called... instant gross. Ugh. But anyway, enough about coffeee.... I want some coffeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... so read this story, and think "I want some coffee" and then review.

COFFEE AND REVIEWS PEOPLE!

I'M ACCEPTING BOTH!

oh. AND STEPH! REMIND ME TO ASK YOU WHY YOU KEEP ASKING ME WHAT YEAR I'M IN... I HAD A DREAM ABOUT IT THE OTHER DAY... (shifty eyes)

Love the Jirstyn of... sleep! And yes I realise I spelt my name wrong but the backspace key is just too far away...