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 Ten
I knew you loved me then.
Danny drummed his fingers against his health book, trying to concentrate on the worksheet he was filling about noticing the signs of suicide but all that kept running through his head was 'Yeah, Sam said that' and 'Sam never did that'. It shouldn't be this hard for him, but as he skimmed the chapter over suicidal mindset and the importance of telling someone if you were having suicidal thoughts, he kept thinking that the people who wrote the book had no idea what they were talking about. They'd never sat there and stare into their best friend's eyes, glazed from blood-loss, listening to them swear with an emotionless voice that they didn't want to live another day.
He slammed the book shut in disgust and fell back onto his bed. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to make the past day and a half go away. He laughed bitterly to himself. Forget the past forty-eight hours, could he just redo the past year and two months? Never walk into that stupid machine, never have had Sam over that Friday night, never have let her attempt to take her own life. He wanted to just be a normal guy with a normal life. He wanted to have a girlfriend and have nothing more to worry about on Friday night than what movie to see or whether the football team was winning at the moment. But normal things never really crossed his mind. He dwelled on Sam's pregnancy, his deteriorating relationship with Tucker, hiding his secret from his parents, and staying as far away from Dash Baxter as humanly possible.
He glanced back at the sheet. "Forget it," he muttered to himself as he folded the sheet in half, tucking it in his book. It could wait for study hall. It wasn't going to kill him not to finish it tonight. He glanced at the clock. 8:13, he thought with a small smile. He grabbed his book walking over to his desk. He wiggled the mouse to his computer as he dropped the book on the floor next to his bag. With in minutes he was signed in and quickly checked his email. He grinned as one from Sam popped up along with a forward from Tucker and a few junk emails from random sources. He double clicked the email from Sam and a new window appeared.
Hey Danny Boy,
LoL. I know you hate being called that, but your not here to stop me now are you? :P It's been an incredibly strange day. Blake and I are both sick so we stayed home today and watched some old tapes of Mr. Rogers's Neighborhood together. I hate being sick but I can't complain cause Blake's much more miserable than I am. His fever's much higher though I guess mines more of a concern because of the baby. At least that's what the guy at the hospital clinic told me. But nothing really eventful today.
In other news, the baby moved for the first time today. I wish I could tell you it was like that magical experience everyone else tells you it is, but it really wasn't. In fact I didn't realize till a couple seconds later. You'll laugh at me but the first thing that I thought was "There's something wrong with the baby!" cause the doctor told me to worry about anything that didn't feel natural and let me tell you, it did NOT strike me as natural. I'm probably just stupid. :) Laugh if the urge strikes you. I probably would if my head wasn't killing me.
Oh and I go to have my sonogram Friday. I'll spare you the intimate details but I decided to find out whether it's a boy or girl. Ryan swears it's a little boy and it needs to be named after him. I'm trying to explain gently that that's not going to happen but he has an ego that could give Tucker a run for his money. Blake thinks we should name it Bob the Tomato. He's on a VeggieTales kick at the moment. My poor baby is not going to be named Ryan Bob the Tomato Manson. But I am getting attatched to the idea of being a mom. (Ryan claims that's his doing as well.)
I would think of something more to talk about, but lacking my ability to take meds is killing me! My head hurts so bad. :'( But write back. How was your day? Still going to see Masters this weekend? Is Tucker still mad at you? He wouldn't tell me why he was upset. Hopefully your having better luck than I am.
As always,
Sam Manson
Danny grinned at the email. He missed her so much. Maybe this was exactly what she needed to get better, but it was killing him not to be there for her. He felt like he was doing a lousy job of being her best friend. She was adjusting. She adored her brothers, tolerated Mr. And Mrs. Carter even though it sounded like they weren't around much and Sam had kind of become a live-in babysitter. But the idea that she didn't need him was killing him. He had gotten so used to the idea of being the one she could lean on, that she needed him. Yet as weeks crawled on Sam was making it on her own. She was not only getting by she was getting better. It was only driving the point home that same didn't need him, he needed Sam. Sam was going to make it and Danny life was slowly going down hill.
He rubbed his eyes as he hit the reply button. He kept it strictly to what had happened that day. Not discussing the fact that talking about suicide in Health class was a daily reminder how close he'd come to losing her, the fact that he was suddenly realizing how little his friends needed him yet he couldn't get by without them. They could both make it on their own, Danny must be some incredible loser to not be able to deal with daily life without someone there holding his hand. He hit the send button and watched the little sending mail loading bar pop up on the screen. He fell back in the chair his eyes going unfocused. He couldn't help but wonder, other than fighting ghost, was he really doing anything with his life anymore?
Another chapter complete. Yeah! I'm sorry it took so long I want to have another chapter up tomorrow cause we're getting to the fun plot now, not the boring filler-ish stuff. But thank you for everybody who is still reading, despite it's lack of action yet. Special thanks to those who gave me a piece of their minds: The Fuzy Llama, YAY!!! x2, Wind Cat, Hey...hey you...you want a mahnkey?, cheerin4danny, Spice Of Life, audi katia, Hwoarangsguardie, autumngold, q.t a.k.a spice, Daneille Phantom, GMGirl, GMGirl, Ryo's destiny, CoLdPLaYeR81, MayB, gothmiko, Medisti, RainbowSerenity, RavenForever, Sakura Scout, Silverflare07, WormmonABC, Moody Maud, KittenGoMoo, Mrs. Granger-Weasley, and Osparrow. Ye doth rocketh mine sockeths.