Imaginary

Summary: Everything has a consequence now Sam has to learn to live with hers. All Danny can do is hope it doesn't kill her.

Rating: PG-13 for mature themes and language.

Disclaimer: I DO own Danny Phantom! I own them all! Danny is my love slave. Hahaha eat your heart out fangirls! Comes crashing back to Earth Ow!

Chapter Nine

Of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name.

Blue eyes stared at the ceiling for an eternity. Sleep was becoming a precious commodity in Danny's life, one he saw all to little of. It seemed less and less lately that he worried about normal teenage problems. In fact he wished for earlier that year where all they had to worry about was hiding his ghost powers and passing Bio.

Suddenly he felt so abandoned, so incredibly lost and stranded. He had his parents, Jazz, Tuck, and Sam, but at the same time he was in the middle of this alone. He was the only one living in reality. The rest of them were convinced that he was a normal boy, and Sam was carrying his baby. He hadn't told his parents but they seemed to have come under that impression. Which currently suited Danny just fine.

But sometimes it got really lonely. He'd never really gone through anything by himself. Sam and Tucker always knew what was going on in his life, same as he did in theirs. He hadn't been spending as much time with Tuck as he probably should be. If he was Tucker he'd be pretty bitter right now, and he did have a tendency to develop jealousy bouts.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sort of strangled muted scream. Danny jumped out of bed and darted to the hall. He peeked in on Jazz's room but seeing her still asleep he knew instantly it had to be Sam. He took the stairs two at a time.

Sam was sitting there in a cold sweet, clutching the sheet in a white-knuckled grip. She tears were streaming down her checks. Danny didn't even remember dropping to her side. "What's wrong Sam?" She looked at him with horrified eyes. Her amethyst eyes so dialated they appeared black in the darkness of the Fenton's living room. She was shaking uncontrolably. Danny reached out and brushed her bangs that were plastered to her forehead.

She flinched. Scooting back into the back of the couch. "It wasn't a dream. It really happened." She whispered, looking down. He grabbed her hand. He squeezed it gently and let her get out what she needed to. "It's not your baby is it." She stared right into his eyes.

"What makes you say—"

She interjected. "You know what, Danny. I'm sick of being lied to. I swear if you can't tell me the truth maybe I'm better off in foster care somewhere." She said bitterly, her voice rising.

He sighed and got up and walked over to the window and stood there for a moment, staring out at the empty intersection next to his house. "You want the truth?" He spun to face her. "I'm sick of lying to you, Sam. But you need more time."

She gave a bitter laugh and didn't look up from where she was twisting the sheet in her hands. "Time? Since when has anyone had ideal situations like that? I understand what your trying to do, and I appreciate it. I mean, I really do. But I've lived my whole life surrounded by lies and false promises. I don't want them, Danny, I really don't."

"You want to know everything?"

She looked a little uncertain but she nodded without hesitation. "Yeah. Why don't you start with why I'm pregnant. I think I know but I want to hear it from you. And the scar on my wrist, it's not like the others… There all jagged and shallow. That one is already healed but it's still all shiny so it happened recently and I bet you know why." She was babbling and they both knew it. She looked up and their eyes met. "It's time for me to stop living in my own imaginary world, Danny."

He turned his back to her and stared out the window again. The silence crept on, stretching between them. "You were raped," he mumbled. "We don't know who they were. Just some random guy on the street. You were walking home from my house. I should have gone with you. I had a bad feeling about it, but I let you go anyway. And this happened." He hung his head, trying to swallow back the wave of guilt

He felt her arms snake around him from behind. She didn't say anything, just stood there, pressing her check against his shoulder blade. He swallowed and went on his voice sounding strangled. "You started acting different. I blew it off figuring it was just some girl thing that you had to go through. I could have stopped you…" His throat closed off and he couldn't talk anymore.

"I tried to kill myself, didn't I?" He nodded. "Did I know I was pregnant yet?" Danny shook his head.

He shook himself out of the embrace and stared at Sam. "I'm sorry." She looked so young, staring emotionlessly at the carpet. Her nightshirt was too big for her and fell limply off her right shoulder. He could see a cut there from the glass.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm guessing you stopped me?" He nodded. "Is that what your sorry about?"

"No! I just it never should have got that far. I never should have let it."

She peered at him critically. "Danny, I'm my own person, whether you like it or not."

"I know." Silence resumed again and the moments crept by. "You found out about a month and a half later that you were pregnant. You tried to tell your parents that you were raped and I'm guessing something went wrong. I wasn't there and when you woke up you—"

"Couldn't remember," she finished. He nodded.

She turned and walked back over to the makeshift bed and fell onto her back. "It's not your fault. It happened. I'm pregnant, I guess in the big picture it doesn't matter how it happened."

"I'll do anything I can to make this easier." He was desperate. Something screamed at him that he was losing her.

"Just go back to bed," she whispered.

He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. "Sam, please don't do this."

"You said you'd make this easier, go back to bed. I just need some time to think, alright." He sighed. And stood slowly and watched her for a moment. Tears were appearing at the bottom of her eyes. Somehow, Danny knew it was over. He had made the wrong choice, and now Sam was having to pay for it.

Wow, definitely the longest chapter in Imaginary. Also, yet again we've hit out half way mark. Yeah-ya! But anyway to thank my reviewers: Silverflare07, Shadow Sakura, Akiko, autumngold, dannyandsambelongtogether, Piezo, Spice Of Life, Moody Maud, Annie, Sakura Scout, Rugsrat, The Weasil, IceSugarHigh, Possesed Angel, Weeble Wobble Chic, RavenForever, RainbowSerenity, The Good Girl, Ryo's destiny, Samster The Hamster, and AngelicxDeath.

IMPORTANTE! Today I have finally decided to address the question everyone has been asking since the prologue of Hello: Is this a Danny Sam romance. Answer: Yes and no. Fallen as a series, definitely. But if you haven't figured it out yet I'm not big on giving my characters perfect lives because no one has them. Are they going to fall in love, yes. Is it going to be a boom out of the blue thing like in most fics, no. But for those of you who are planning to stick around I'd say that the real quality fluff starts later. Thanks as always!