Taking Over Me
Summary: With Sam gone, Danny has enough to deal with. At the same time he runs into the first ghost he can't beat, and that's Danny Phantom.
Rating: PG-13 for mature themes and language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, Butch Hartman does. I do not own Taking Over Me, Evanescence does.
Chapter One
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you.
One Month Earlier.
Danny lay face down on his bed, trying to muster up his concentrations so he could study bio-genetics unit in Bio Two. Only two weeks into school and Danny was managing to pull a low C. Tucker was pulling though with a borderline B or C so he didn't understand it much better than Danny did. Tuck was just better at guessing.
Danny was so desperate for help that he was honestly at the point where he was about to ask Jazz. Strangely it wasn't the big things he missed about Sam. It was the littler things. Homework help, calling her when he was bored, the way she would just sit and listen to you. None of which Tuck excelled in.
He lifted his head, sighing as he stared again at question four of the section review. This was always his worst one of the six questions, application to physics. Danny let the book fall backwards onto the bed. "Forget physics. I'll be lucky if I survive Bio II and Chem."
He glanced over at the clock. He had been stuck on this problem for almost twenty minutes. Sam would have just nailed it instantly. Tuck would have figured out how to throw out a bunch of nothing in away that it would sound like the answer. He was sitting there staring at page 57 wondering how he would survive sophomore year.
He dropped the book. "Forget it. I'll ask Tuck in the morning. " He swung himself off his bed and went to his computer. He double clicked the connect button and closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. It'd been a month since he had seen Sam wave goodbye from the train and he missed her terribly. They emailed each other every night, regardless of whether they had instant messaged each other or not.
It was hard hearing about her new life. She had made two 'acquaintances'. Amanda sat in front of her in American History II and to the right and up one in World Lit. Danny didn't mind Amanda. He'd talked to her on the phone and when she and Sam were working on their slide show on Homer for World Lit. She seemed really nice. In fact she had added Danny to her MSN, in case something was wrong with Sam she could let him know.
It was Chris he was worried about. A senior in High School, it blew Danny's mind why he would be interested in a pregnant, fifteen-year-old, new girl. But Amanda had kind of implied that it wasn't for her personality. He was worried about Sam. Part of him said that she was smart enough to know what she was getting into. The other half of him said that he was a creep and it was his job to make sure Sam didn't get hurt.
His MSN logged him in automatically. First he checked to see if Sam had emailed him. Above his contacts it said 'No new messages'. He made a slight face before glancing at who was on. Tucker was.
He double clicked and typed 'hey' in the message window.
He waited a few minutes and Tuckers display switched to away. Danny rolled his eyes and looked back at his Bio II book. He went back and started rereading the chapter. Three pages into the section he found where they talked about genetic coding. It still didn't help him much as it was one of those questions where you had to 'apply what you've learned with intuition'. Danny hated these.
He let his head fall forward onto the book. He stared at the letters that were out of focus because of his close distance. He wasn't sure how long he stayed like that, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time. His eyes had drifted close when he heard the little chirp sound that meant someone had signed in.
He glanced over at the screen as an instant message appeared.
'I hate little brothers! says: Danny!
Danny says: Sam! What's up with the name?
I hate little brothers! says: Ryan and Blake found my journal today. I'm lucky they still read at a Doctor Suess level. They've never seen the word die before in their lives probably.
Danny says: And exactly how many times is that word in your diary?
I hate little brothers! says: … A few, nothing worth worrying about. So how are things on the ghost front?
Danny says: Two box ghost encounters, one little one that didn't even last long enough to tell me his name if he had one, got a new power but nothing really fascinating. So how is foster life?
I hate little brothers! says: I've decided every parent on the face of the world is incompetent. I noticed today though. I think of Ryan and Blake as little brothers but Everett and Tammy will never by my parents. But that makes no sense. Maybe I'm just the only person in the world that thinks like me.'
Danny grimaced. He hated this. He couldn't see her face or hear her voice, couldn't tell when she was joking or being serious. He quickly entered just a little smiley face. The only thing he could do was hope he wasn't guessing wrong.
We may have some technically difficulties with this book. My Windows 98 has finally bit the dust. Meaning I'm now on a Windows 3.0 until further notice. I may be able to wrangle up a 95 that I can borrow but I don't know yet. And niether one of those have internet access. So I'm paying a dollar per chapter to get them up at the library so I know we all love faster updates but we'll just have to see. But I would like to thank all my wonderful reviewers: AngelicxDeath, gothmiko, Shadow Sakura, PyroDragon2006, Ryo's destiny, MrsDannyFenton, Faith-Punk06, Wind Cat, q.t a.k.a spice, getfuzzyfan04, Spice of Life, autumngold, KittenGoMoo, darkmonkey, Lady Ashanya, Angels624, Silverflare07, Storm Sword, Rainbow Serenity, Medisti, Mrs. Granger-Weasley, Sakura Scout, audi katia, CoLdPLaYeR813, Fox of Light, OSparrow, MayB, The Good Girl, The Fuzy Llama, Aeris9919, Moody Maud, Kagome51, Raven Forever, and Samster the Hamster. Sorry if I misspelled anyones name. The library computer won't let me copy and paste so I had to type them out by hand. Thanks for everything.