Older Sam's POV
Danni and Sammy looked like they were going to fly off when we reached them. "Danni, Sammy, don't leave like this," I pleaded, afraid of them forgetting us completely. I was terrified of losing my children this way. "Danni, please remember how you wanted to be like your Dad when you grew up and wanted to dress as a ghost princess when you were eight. I must have gotten through to her. Danni tilted her head, "Mom?" With that she was enveloped in a bright light and her wings vanished. When the light faded, my little girl fell from the sky. Dani caught her before she hit the ground. She carefully laid my daughter on the ground. I dashed to check on her condition. Danni was in human form and mildly injured from before. Maddie and I started to care for Danni's wounds, while Danny tried to get Sammy back. While Danni remembered us, Sammy forgot easier than she did. He took off, only to be cut off by his Dad. "Don't do this son. Your sister needs you," Danny tried to reason with our son. I went back to tending to Danni's injuries. From what I could see she had a number of minor cuts and some minor burns. "Big brother, don't go." I heard Danni's faint whisper. I thought she was unconscious, but when I glanced at her, she was out again.
Sammy froze when he heard his sister's faint plea. He looked confused, but I noticed tears in his eyes. "Sis." When Sammy said that, his wings vanished in an intense light leaving him in his ghost form. "Mom, what's wrong with Danni," he asked when he landed. "She must have been hit harder than you," I told him just as he reached us. Danny caught him as he fainted and his ghost form dissipated, leaving him in his normal form. He held Sammy up long enough for my Danny to lay him down next to Danni.
Mom came running over, "I called your father. He'll be here in minutes to take the twins home where it's safer." I could only nod. My babies were really hurt, but they won. "Dear, you might want to see this," Danny said. I followed him to where Tucker and the others were, leaving our parents to look after our little angels.
Tucker's POV
"Are they dead-dead," I asked Alex. "Get me a stick, I wanna find out." Sam shot down that idea, "They're full ghosts, dimwit. And, no, no one's getting you a stick to poke them with." Nuts. We were staring at the two halves of the former Dark Dan. The smaller was 'Phantom' and the larger form was 'Plasmius', and both were out cold. Danny's dad had set up a portable ghost cell that encased each one separately. "So what do we do with them," I asked. "We wait until they wake up," my older self said. "We have no clue what either will be like, having been that way for so long," Older Jazz added. I still wanted to poke something with a stick, so I went to find one. I ran into Danny. "Where are you going, Tuck? I thought everyone was either with Danni and Sammy or looking at the end result of their temporary power surge," he said. "I wanted to find a stick," I answered, "so how are the twins doing?" Danny sighed, "They're both out cold. By the way, why are you looking for a stick?"
"I want to poke the ghosts to see if they're dead-dead. Nobody else is going to do it," I answered. Danny shuddered, "dude, you know that if you poke a certain half of what was Dark Dan, you are in a sense poking me? Besides, I thought you quit jabbing dead things in the side when we met Sam." I shrugged, "I like to make sure things that are laying there are really dead. Plus I only stopped doing it because Sam threatened Mari with breakage if I didn't stop poking the dead animals I found on the side of the road." Danny just shrugged and went to where the others were, while I resumed my search.
There were plenty of sticks, but none were long enough. I was about to give up when I spotted the perfect stick. It was a good three feet long and pretty sturdy. I smiled and ran back with my 'prize'.
"I found one," I announced when I got back to the group. Sam, both Sams actually glared at me. Older Sam was scarier considering the fact that her kids had experienced their first all-out battle and she was suffering inside at the sight of seeing them suffer. Oops. Sam took my stick and broke it, but not before thwacking me with it a couple of times. Older Sam just stood there leaning against future Danny for support. Just as Sam threw the broken stick behind us, we heard a cry.
