Danny had seen her name on the screen, but she had been asleep at that moment so he knew that Sam really remembered her life. She then dropped another bomb. "We were fleeing and my father said that we were going to a friend, one that could protect us when no one else could do even half that much." She looked at the policeman before her. "That means I have to find the people that my father was talking about."

"Do you know their names?" Maddie asked, Jack coming up the stairs at that moment. The raven haired male hadn't heard any of what they were speaking of so when he came upon the conversation he was surprised at the information given by the raven haired child after she shook her head.

"Father said that his friend and family fought ghosts," she said simply, her eyes full of confusion over that bit of information. Her parents didn't believe in ghosts, but thought that some unknown person and family, who fought ghosts, could protect them better than anyone else, even the police? Jack and Maddie exchanged looks. Then something else seemed to come back to the small child as her face went blank.

*Flash Back*

She had just walked by her father's study, the sound of her parents on the other side as they talked stopped her. She knew it was a big no no to eavesdrop, but something about the tone of her father caused her mild distress. He sounded afraid and her father was NEVER afraid. Her mother was talking about a will, something that even Samantha knew about at that young of age. It was a big thing with their kind, the wealthy. Samantha didn't care about that, but her mother said something about changing it. A name had been mentioned... but she hadn't been able to hear it clear enough.

*End Flash Back*

"Jack and Maddie..." she faded off, as she looked perplexed, "But I can't remember the last name." She sounded frustrated that her brain had managed to give her a little bit of her life back, but not enough to really help. Danny looked up at his parents, even the officer looked to them in confusion.

"Oh my god," Maddie said, her hands flying to her mouth as it all came together for the red headed female. She looked at Sam and then at Jack. "Pamela," she whispered, Jack catching on as he recalled the red headed female and her husband, Jeremy. Both looked at Sam, but Maddie spoke first. "Samantha, do you remember your last name?" The raven haired child blinked, but before she could answer Danny spoke up, looking at his parents.

"Manson." The small child told them of the news story that had been on the screen just moments ago. The officer nodded, he had been informed about that case just that morning. The sight of the two bodies in the car had been rather hard to forget. He had seen death, but not one that had been caused by drowning, the sight of the bloated bodies a horror he knew would live with him for the rest of his life. Maddie rushed forth, grabbing the girl in a tight hug. The raven haired female tensed in surprise. Danny saw the look on the small girl's face and pulled on his mother's sleeve.

She looked over at him and said, "This is my friend's daughter from high school, her and her husband went to school with us at Casper High!"

"Mom, I don't think she likes that you are hugging her," he muttered as he pointed to her face. Sam was indeed uncomfortable, her face pale against her large eyes wide with discomfort. The ghost fighter realized that the small girl did indeed look uncomfortable with the sudden contact and put her down. Sam looked at Danny and when he nodded she rushed over to stand behind him. She wasn't afraid of the older woman, but she didn't feel comfortable with contact, though she feel that way all the time.

"Um, I just don't like to be touched," she said, though she felt ashamed that she might have hurt the older woman's feelings.

"Okay, so she is a friend's child that may have been bringing her to you, but since we don't know for sure," the officer said, breaking the tension in the room. "That means I have to follow protocol and take her to the station. If it is determined that you have some right over the child, then she will be given to you." Jack stiffened, the cold, detached tone in the other male's words made him rather upset. He was talking about a child for fuck's sake, but with a soft touch from Maddie on his shoulder, he sighed. The pair of ghost fighters looked to the raven haired children, Danny standing before Sam, the small girl glowering at the male trying to take her away. If it was true that she was supposed to stay safe with the Fentons then she didn't want to go.

"Danny," Maddie said softly. "She has to go with them." It was spoken as a command, but he could tell his mother didn't want to do this. He glanced back at Sam and taking her hand walked her toward the officer, but he spoke no more than five words to get her to leave with the officers. Even as a young child, the future halfa, knew that Sam would stick by him, even if she were in the same situation. He knew that she was his other half, that one friend that would be with you forever. And that was what he told her, her smile letting him know that she believed him, knew he would make sure that they were always friends. That she would be back with them soon.

Danny watched her go, his parents standing behind him as they watched the young raven haired girl walk away with a small wave.


Sam was taken to the small police station, another officer waiting to take her to a safe house after they were done talking to her about what had happened. The small girl didn't like this, there had to be a way to prove that her parents had wanted her to go to this family for help. She entered the hotel room, the space rather nice and small, a single bed in the room. The bathroom was across from that, but she didn't see that, she saw a cell. She couldn't do anything here and she really wanted to something to get back to the Fentons. The problem was what the officer had told her.

*Flash Back*

"The people that killed your parents are dangerous. They aren't doing this for the money, no, they are hired help and until we can catch them along with the person who hired them, you will be in danger." She felt her heart clench. This was far more serious then she had ever thought it could get, though for a young child that was saying a lot. "They will kill anyone that gets in their way."

*End of Flash Back*

She couldn't allow the Fentons to be caught up in this and while she knew that she would still need to prove that they were her guardians via her parents' will, she would wait until after these people were captured. Heading for the bed, she flopped down, her eyes closing as she willed herself to relax. It was hard to do, with all her memories trying to come back, the fact that she had just recalled her parents' last moments, and the fact that she was in danger because of some unknown individual that wanted her family's wealth. She hoped that the police caught them soon...


Two years passed and the pair was still on the run and without them in custody they could not locate the person who hired them. Danny hadn't forgotten the small raven haired girl and his family had done some searching at the Manson home after locating it. Though the two adults were dead, there was still a household running the large home. It was strange to see when there was no one paying the bills, unless they were done automatically, but then who was running the house?

The butler opened the door, allowing the two entry before stepping to the side. "As the young miss is too young to take helm, a man by the name of Mr. Masters, runs the household and all that it entails." Maddie raised a brow. She knew someone by that name, but who?

"If he runs the household then why don't the police bring Sam back to her home?" The butler looked serious, his brown eyes flickering around them as if to see if anyone were around to hear what he was about to speak about.

"The Mistress and Master didn't really trust him around their daughter. While he came aboard suddenly, about a few years before the tragedy hit, gaining the title over the household, they didn't seem to know anything about him and such they were rather suspicious with how closely he watched the young mistress." Again he glanced around. "I noticed how closely he watched all three of them, always taking notes after conversing with them or seeing them."

"Hmm, that does sound rather fishy," Maddie murmured. "Has anyone seen the will?"

"No, after you left that first time, we, well, all of those still loyal, searched the grounds again," the male said. "Of course no one has access to the safe, not even Mr. Masters." That was interesting, but it did them no good as there was no way this male would allow them to have it cut open to search. Who would be allowed to get into the safe? "Only the young mistress, but not until she is thirteen." That was just another year away and sadly that meant that Sam wasn't going to with them for another year. At least they had more information, but now they needed to find out who this Mr. Masters was...


Sam was scowling at the male before her, his blue eyes locked with her amethyst ones. "Now, Samantha, you know that you aren't allowed in the home unless you are with your guardian," he said as he moved closer to her. "And as your parents never de-"

"They did!" the raven haired girl spat. "It is in their will and once they find that then I will sell that house and you will be gone." The Goth had only dealt with the male before her a few times since she had been taken into protective custody. It had been so strange living in the hotel room, her memories slowly floating to the surface. He scowled at her, her own eyes narrowing further. She remembered this man rather well, his presence always around her in the house. While she had only lived around him for a couple of years, she had gotten this strange vibe from him. Her mother had warned her against being left alone with him, that she too didn't like the male, but that he was real good at his job and worked for rather cheap.

"There is now, Samantha," the male said, his white hair gleaming in the dimmed lights of the room.

"My name isn't Samantha, not to you especially," she stated. "As you are my employee then you will call me Miss Manson." Though Sam didn't like her parents' wealth and status, she didn't like this man and talked to him in a rather cold manner unlike the others that tended to her home. She didn't want servants and while the ones in her household for the most part were kind, she never treated them as someone below her, but equal to her.

"Miss Manson," he practically hissed, "Your parents had no will or I would have been aware of it." She wanted to smirk, to gloat about how little he knew. She knew there was a will and her parents had kept that information close to the vest, only a few people aware in the household, of that will. Though no one was allowed to know where it was. The Fentons had searched high and low as had the servants. No one knew where it was. Little did anyone know, that one person did know where it was, but like what the Fentons were told, this information wasn't to be given to the young heiress until she turned thirteen.

"As I was telling you, you can't do anything to that house or me until you have a guardian," he stated. "You can't even leave this place until that either and even then you will be under protection until the people responsible for your parents deaths are caught." She waited, though he could see the darkening of her orbs, a sure sign that she was going to be rather nasty to him.

"And you think that I want you as my guardian," she sneered. Sam felt the disgust at his proposal roll her stomach. She would never allow this male to be over her and her family's wealth. She didn't know what it was about him, but she felt that he was somehow involved in the death of her family. She couldn't prove it, but she felt it in her heart. "Think again. I don't want you to ever step foot in my room again." His eyes flashed, the blue glimmering red for a few seconds, but Sam didn't seem to notice as she glared at him. "That means leave." With a final glare, the older male left, but not before he muttered something under his breath. After the door slammed shut, the Goth closed her eyes.

She felt she would never be free of this place, or that she would ever get to see Danny again. A lone tear slid down her cheek at that thought.