Hello

Summary: Walking home from Danny's one night, something horrific happens to Sam. Now Danny's left to try to put the pieces of his best friend back together.

Rating: PG-13 for mature themes and language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does. And I don't own Hello, Evanescence does.

Chapter 1

Rain clouds come to play, again.

Two Weeks Earlier

The two watched as the midnight blue minivan door slammed and Tucker's parents drove away, splashing water towards the curve. His parents had called and said that they would pick him up because of the severe storms coming. It had been sprinkling for a while but right now it was sit; the infamous calm before the storm.

Danny and Sam stood with their backs pressed against Danny's front door. Sam insisted that she didn't want to bother anyone at home with calling for a ride. They stood huddled under the overhang waiting for a break in the rain, each lost in their own thoughts. It was Danny that broke the silence.

"Are you sure you want to walk home in this, Sam? 'Cause I could have my parents take you or something. I mean I'll walk with you—"

Sam cut him off shaking her head. "That would be stupid then you would have to walk home and we'd do this all over again." She smirked at him and Danny was amazed by how much she seemed to light up when she did that. "Thanks, though. It's nice of you to offer."

Danny swallowed. Something about her eyes looked different and it made things seem as if this moment mattered terribly. "I'll really walk you home if you want me to."

Sam smiled and turned her eyes towards the street. "I know. I'm still gonna walk by myself, though."

Danny shrugged. "If that's what you want. I'm just worried."

Sam scoffed and gave her trademark laugh. "What are you talking about? I've walked home a million times."

Danny bit his lower lip and stared into her questioning eyes. "It's just a feeling. I just, oh, I dunno. Could you just call me when you get home, ok?"

Sam gazed into baby blue eyes that held so much concern for her for no reason. She didn't know whether to laugh at him or to put her arm around him and assure him everything was fine. "Will that make you feel better?"

He stopped chewing on his lower lip. "I guess."

Thunder rolled in the distance and they both looked to the darkening sky in the West. "I need to get going, kay?"

"Yeah." He took a shaky breath but seemed to calm down. "Sorry. I guess I'm just being stupid."

She laughed. "Hey, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean their not after you. Right?"

Danny smiled. "Yep. Talk to you later?"

"You bet."

Sam lept off the step and down into the sprinkling rain. "Sam!" She spun around at the sound of his voice. "Think fast." Pure instinct is all that saved Sam from missing the catch. She stared down at the umbrella in her hands.

"Thanks," she waved, opening it as she took of towards home. "I'll give it to you Monday."

Danny turned to open the door and hollered down the street afterwards. "Don't worry about it." He stood in the open doorway and watched her until she turned the corner two blocks West of his house

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Sam turned the corner, slipping a little on the wet pavement as she ran. She stumbled for a moment but recovered quickly enough. Lightning arched across the sky in the West followed by the roll of thunder, less distant than Sam would have liked. In that moment the sky opened up and rain hit the ground in torrents.

Sam slowed under the sudden down pour and slowed to a stop. Maybe she would be better off if she just headed back to Danny's. Either way she needed to decide right now. Sam slowed to a stop and shivered in the cooling air. Though it was late May, she wished she had a jacket. The temperature had probably dropped about ten degrees since she left Danny's.

Now she had to decide whether to go home or to Danny's. As Sam considered her options the sight of Danny's scared eyes floated before her. If she went back she would only worry him. He didn't need that, it was just a silly thunderstorm.

Sam started off and after just a few steps, she felt something clamp on to her wrist. She turned and standing behind her was three very intoxicated men. Sam guessed they weren't even twenty-one yet but they reeked of alcohol and smoke. The tall one who had her wrist leered at her. "What's a pretty little thing like you doin' out in a storm," he swallowed, attempting to clear up his slurred speech.

Sam yanked on her arm and the man squeezed tighter. "I'm going somewhere, now. Would you mind letting go of me."

"Now," he staggered as Sam jerked her arm again. "Why would I do a thing like that?"

"Because I asked you to?" Sam tried to put as much authority into her voice as she could, desperately hoping he was drunk enough to believe her.

"Guys?" He turned to his companions still squeezing Sam's wrist so tightly that she swore it would break. "Is it just me or did she just lie to me?"

"I think she did," said the one to his right. He was what Sam could only describe as average. Not tall, not short, medium length brown hair, and brown eyes. He leered at her.

"I don't like being lied to." The one who seemed to be the leader of the little group sneered. "I hate it."

"Let them go?" Sam's voice cracked as reality sank in. She was trapped. She had no way out these guys were going to have there way with her and then probably leave her body in some drainage ditch out by the outskirts of Amity Park. No one would ever know what happened to her. Suddenly Sam felt very sick to her stomach.

"Nope" he said, make a popping sound when he emphasized the 'p'. "I have to make sure they don't lie to me again." He looked her up and down undressing her with his eyes. Sam had never felt more violated in her life. She tried to back up and felt her back hit something. A quick glance revealed that the third member of his little posse had stepped behind her while she wasn't looking.

Sam eyes burned with tears she was trying not to cry. As the one behind her grabbed her shoulders, she did something she hadn't done since she was eight. She prayed. Oh God, please don't let them do this to me. I know I haven't been that great of a person. But please. Please just let Danny get worried and come after me. Have someone I know drive by. I don't care how you do it just please don't let this happen.

It was a quick prayer but a heartfelt one. A prayer that would go completely unanswered.

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