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 Twenty

I have to be with you.

Danny rang the doorbell. He couldn't believe he was here. If he was completely honest with himself he didn't know why he was here. He was flirting with disaster and he never did have the greatest luck with things like this. That's why, despite what Sam asked, he hadn't told his parents where he was going. He couldn't explain to them why he wasn't excited to see Sam.

He was petrified. He wished his parents had some invention to counteract a ghost presence so he could just wire it to his brain and none of this would be an issue. All he wanted was one last decent day with her, one last good memory to look back on. But yet he had a feeling in his gut that this was going to be the end of them both. But Danny would die before he'd hurt her.

Suddenly the door opened cutting of his thoughts. Sam grinned at him. "Sorry it took me so long. You're lucky you didn't freeze."

The tips of her hair were still damp from a shower and falling in thin tendrils. He watched a strand curl loosely against her shoulder. She closed the door and walked over to turn off a movie she'd been watching. She sat slowly on the couch. She smiled and Danny couldn't help but feel worried. But yet this time there was no voice. Why wasn't there? Sam arched an eyebrow. "Are you even going to talk?"

"Sorry," he murmured shaking himself out of the daze he was in. He dropped down next to her on the couch next to her. "So how are you doing?"

She shot him a look but still had a small smile on her lips. "How do I look like I'm doing? I'm fat, sore, tired, and uncomfortable." He looked down. "I'm just kidding. I'm good. How 'bout you?"

He grimaced could be better. "Could be better."

"What's wrong?" He looked up. Violet eyes practically overflowed with concern. He suddenly felt guilty. She had enough to deal with without his petty problems. And it wasn't a big deal. What he needed to do was just enjoy the day. It would be a pretty miserable last memory if he spent the entire time dwelling on his ghost problems.

He forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm fine." He quickly picked a new subject. "So do you know what you're having yet?"

She nodded. He gazed at her expectantly. "Guess."

He rolled his eyes. "I can't guess."

"How hard can it be? There are only two possibilities," she laughed lightly.

He grinned, all thoughts of hurting her slipping from the back of his mind. For this moment, it was just him and Sam, the way it had always been. He never wanted it to end. "I'm not going to guess. Just tell me."

Her smile got wider. "It's a little boy."

"Are you sure?"

She laughed. "Positive."

He smiled right back at her. "So of course you have a name picked out?"

"I have one I like but feel free to suggest." She reached up and tucked semi-dry hair behind her ear.

He sat there for a moment. "Fred."

"Fred," she repeated questioningly raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, actually laughing for the first time in the visit. "I dunno. I just wanted to have a suggestion and for some reason it was all I could think of."

"To bad it's not twins," she bit out sarcastically. "We could name one Fred and one Bob."

He threw an arm over the back on the coach tucking up his right knee so he could face her. "It could be twin girls."

"And what would you suggest?"

He grinned. "Pamela and Anderson."

Her jaw dropped and she swatted his arm. "That was horrible."

He laughed. He couldn't help but notice the way her lavender eyes glittered. "Oh and I supposed the name you like is that much better?"

"It is actually," she replied coyly.

He crossed his arms. "Let's hear it then."

She shock he head. Her hair slipped out from behind her ear and he felt a strange urge to tuck it back. "You'll laugh."

"I won't. I promise. Best friends honor."

She regarded him for a moment, chewing on her lower lip. When had that gone from being a uniquely Sam thing to looking incredibly irresistible? "Jacob Daniel Manson."

Danny felt his breath catch. "Daniel?"

She stared at her sock-covered feet, looking vulnerable. "I was going to name him after you but then if I actually do end up living with you it would be confusing. And 'Jacob' is growing on me." He sat there silent for a minute. "You hate it."

"No! Not at all. I just can't believe you would name him after me."

Sam blinked at him, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. "Why wouldn't I? You've gone way beyond the call of duty the past year. And if it wasn't for you neither the baby or I would be here today. It's only right."

Danny glanced out the window. It's only right. None of this was right! Sam shouldn't be pregnant. She shouldn't be here in Dimsdale. She should be back in Amity Park. He shouldn't be losing control of his powers. In fact, if it was only right, he wouldn't even have powers. One thing was for sure nothing about this was right.

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