Author Note: Oh my God, I'm so sorry I've been nonexistant for SO LONG! I've been incredibly busy, you have NO idea! I don't get home everyday from school until after 9, and it's sooo stressful. Please, please forgive me!! I hope I haven't lost all of my reviewers....sniffles

I hope you enjoy this chapter!! A little more Danny/Sam but not as much, next chapter perhaps a bit more...hehehe. This chapter was fun to write for some reason. Anyways, I hope you accept my apology for not updating for over a month!!! AHH.

Disclaimer: Still don't own a DAMN thing.... sniffles

The cold wind made Sam shiver as she walked down the vacant street, pulling her scarf tighter around her neck. The gray sky above looked down on her and she had the sense of foreboding she seemed to come accustomed to more and more each day. Brushing a strand of her black hair out of her face, she stuck her hands in her pockets and turned a corner and made her way to Danny's work at the deli. She was meeting him after he was done his shift at seven and they were going to...well, she wasn't sure what they were going to do but it was better than sitting in on a Saturday night.

Upon reaching the small deli, Danny was already outside, leaning against the light post, one foot resting behind him on the pole. His head was down, his bangs in his eyes, his hands in his fitting zipper up hoodie. He looked so moody, so edgy that Sam's breath caught in her throat. She couldn't help it—she felt like her stomach just dropped out. When he heard her footsteps he looked up, his disheveled hair just making him look even cuter than usual, and Sam offered a shaky smile, not really enjoying her new reactions toward her best friend. He grinned his lazy, lopsided grin and pushed off the pole, coming toward her.

"You look frozen," he commented, smirking as they began walking down the street. The sky was dark and gloomy, but Sam couldn't help but feel flighty—she always felt like that around Danny.

She grinned and shrugged, her breath coming out in a cold whisper. "It's like below two degrees. But it's okay. Where are we going?"

Danny shrugged and pulled out what Sam realized was a wine bottle from the pocket of his hoodie. "Look what I smuggled out from the back of the deli."

Sam took the bottle and quirked an eyebrow. "How did you get this? This is straight from Italy—have you looked at the date?! It's so old."

Danny laughed, nodding. "Yeah, I know. One of the guys who works with me was going to throw it out. He's so dumb. He thought since it's so old that it's bad. I tried to tell him that the older it is, the stronger and better, but he wouldn't listen so I took it. Plus, it's straight from Italy. My mom drank this at her wedding—she says it's delicious."

Sam grinned happily. Sam wasn't into drugs and smoking, but she drank occasionally. It wasn't like she drank to get drunk—she actually enjoyed the taste of alcohol on most occasions. She always loved wine, her parents let her drink it at dinner—a glass of wine was healthy. But Sam knew this wine was more than just a glass. She sighed.

"Where do you want to go?" she asked Danny. Danny shrugged and gave her a small glance before rubbing the back of his neck like he so often did. Sam swallowed and thought for a minute. "Hey, we can go up to the top of Brittle Hill. It's always nice up there—even in the cold. There's that weird stone structure there, too."

Danny grinned and thought about it for a second, before nodded. "Yeah, okay."

The walk to Brittle Hill was a freezing cold one. Sam kept her hands in her pea-coat pocket at all times, and her scarf tight around her neck. Danny had his zipper up Hoodie pulled tightly on him, a scarf wrapped around his neck and a beanie adorning his unkempt locks, making him look even more adorable than usual, and Sam couldn't help but feel giddy. She tried to shake off the feeling, but she just couldn't. Danny was just...she didn't even know what, but as they made their way up Brittle Hill and laid out on the large stones, staring up into the cold, dark, November sky, Sam grinned lazily. She moved closer to Danny so their bodies were touching and it was slightly warmer. A tingle shot through her body as his arm brushed hers.

"It's so cold out here," Danny breathed, taking a sip from the bottle and passing it to Sam. She took a sip and let the slightly bitter but somehow lovely taste fill her mouth and travel comfortably down her throat. She felt warmed instantly and briefly wondered if that was a sign of an alcoholic but had to laugh it off in her head.

"I like the cold," Sam commented, watching as her breath did a dance above her head. "It's better than summer and spring."

Danny laughed. "Always the cynic Sam."

Sam rolled her eyes and took another gulp from the bottle, passing it back to Danny. She sighed to herself. This was nice. No parents screaming, no dad cheating, no doors slamming, no anything save for her and Danny lying beneath the stars drinking old wine and letting everything just pass. That was the way it should always be—not a care in the world, just her and Danny. That's the way she wanted it to be.

"Sam?" Danny's voice made fidget and she glanced over at him before taking another sip of the wine.

"Hm?"

"Um...never mind." Danny sounded defeated, and annoyed. Sam sat up, holding her knees and looking down at Danny, who lie opposite of her. He looked troubled, and slightly out of it. Well, they both were kind of out of it—it was a Saturday night and they were buzzed off a few sips of Old Italian wine. If Sam wasn't feeling so weird, she would've thought the whole thing was a bit funny really. But the look in Danny's eyes told her different.

"What's wrong, Danny?" Sam asked. Normally, she would have let it go, but she tended to get slightly open and nosier when she was buzzed and or drunk. Danny sat up too, looking deep into her violet hues. She swallowed, feeing slightly uncomfortable. Danny was too close. Her breathing began to increase and she felt warm and light headed.

"Sam," Danny repeated, sounding kind of out of it. Sam grinned despite herself. Danny always got kind of weird when he was drunk. Shrugging it off, she looked down at Danny and smiled. He sat up and grinned lazily, moving closer. Sam's heart stopped beating—what was he doing? What was happening? She just kept reminding herself that he was drunk; she was drunk, that even if it did happen it wouldn't mean anything...but then why was her heart beating extremely fast?

Just as his lips were less than an inch away from her lips, he emitted a cold, crisp breath visible for them both to see. They looked at each other wide eyed, and then before they could react, there was a loud bang, and Sam was thrown off the large stone, hitting her head against the cold ground. Her head felt heavy as she sat up in bewilderment, looking around, and rubbing the back of her head. She looked around, but it was so dark and she couldn't see anything. She felt like crying—she was so confused.

"Danny?" She called out. There was silence. She tried to stand up but she couldn't. She felt so sick, she was afraid she would vomit at any minute. Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she heard someone call out her name and looked up. Twenty or thirty feet above her Danny Phantom hovered, looking down at her anxiously.

"Sam!" he called, flying a little closer to her, but he kept looking over his shoulder. "Sam, get out of here! I need you to go get the thermos! I don't know what this ghost is—but you've got to hurry!" Sam tried to keep her eyes focused but since when had there been three Danny Phantom's?

"Okay," she nodded, standing up, but her balance was completely off. Danny's piercing green eyes in ghost mode glanced behind him just as a large, black figure flew towards him, blood red eyes hungry and fierce. Sam's blood went cold. "Danny—watch it!" But the dark ghost flew right past Danny and straight for her. Sam only gasped sharply before her whole world went black. The last thing she heard was Danny's anguished scream.

Much shorter than I would have liked...oh well. It's one more step closer to updating daily again. Anyways, I hope you like this! Please review, I hope I haven't lost you all!!! Next chapter I shall give full-fledged shout outs, not just list the reviewer's names. So stay tuned in for next chapter, and you'll have a nice, big shout out! :) Oh dear, again I'm sorry for my absence. Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers from last chapter! I love you guys! Youinspiritation. Here's a nice big strawberry for each of you!! Love & Strawberries, The Good Girl.