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-six

You're taking over me.

She was floating. For the first time in over half a year she felt safe. She felt everything starting to drift gently back into focus. She was waking up. This was all a dream. She was going to wake up and everything was going to be fine. Dilated purple eyes opened, blinking against the stark whiteness of the room. The room was a blank canvas with a large window with venetian blinds and a TV attached to the walls being the only focal points. Sam knew instantly where she was and reality came crashing down upon her.

Her neck was in a brace. She tried to turn her head to look right. She couldn't. She tried to sit up and soreness through her lower abdomen. Her eyes went wide. No, she mouthed silently. No, this couldn't be happening it couldn't be happening. She'd lost him. She fell back against the pillow. A hot tear blazed a trail down her numb cheek. Suddenly she felt like she wasn't in the right body, she wasn't living the right life. This wasn't her. She had a son. She was twenty-six weeks pregnant with a healthy baby boy. She couldn't believe she'd lost him. She refused to. Her hand rested lightly against her stomach, confirming what she already knew. A dry sob passed through her lips.

She closed her eyes yet tears still squeezed through, clinging to damp lashes. She refused to believe this was happening. It couldn't be happening. How could it? She knew the answer to it instantly. The ecto-blast. There was nothing else it could have been. Her brain froze. Blake and Ryan! What happened to the boys? A thousand scenarios flashed through her mind in a heartbeat. But all of them had the same ending. He'd killed them. Sam sobbed, not even trying to fight the tears now.

She felt a hand on her forearm and her eyes flew open, terrified at who it might be. A nurse with honey colored hair smiled down at her. "So she's up," she sounded cheerful. Sam wanted to hit her but didn't have the energy to move. "How do you feel?" Sam just stared back, lilac eyes blank. The nurse looked down sympathetically. "I'm sorry." No you're not, Sam thought bitterly.

The nurse checked her IV. Up until that point Sam hadn't noticed she was on one. She lifted her hand slightly and stared at the two needless disappearing into the back of her hand. The bruised area surrounding the needles clashed with the unnatural white pallor of the rest of her hand. She closed her eyes, which still were blurred from tears. She willed herself to just die, stop breathing and be done with this. She didn't even have the energy to end it anymore. She would just lie here to fate took her like it had taken Jacob from her.

He'd never even have a tombstone. She remembered a story she'd read in junior high where they cremated aborted babies. She wondered to herself if that was real. She swallowed hard, bile rising in her throat. It couldn't be. But Sam knew she didn't want to know if it was or not. It wouldn't change anything. They were still dead. All of them were dead. The world that for the first time she'd felt safe in was all gone. Her best friend destroyed it. It still sounded so surreal. She wondered if it would ever click that Danny had brought about her baby's death.

The sound drifted in of the nurse talking to someone at the door. "You're in luck she's awake this time." Sam's eyes flew open. If they were all dead than it could only be one person. Her heart skipped a beat. Terrified eyes turned to the door. And around the corner peeked a tiny dirty blonde head. "Blake!" She screamed choking on the word.

The four-year-old ran to the bed and threw himself up onto it. Sam instantly wrapped her arms around him crying. She pulled him up so he was beside her, his head buried in his shoulder. "Sammy," he whispered. Small arms clung to her as he whispered it over and over again.

"Shh," she whispered. "It's alright. Everything's okay." It was a lie. Both of them knew it. She kissed the top of his head, wishing with all her heart she could just make it all go away like he believed she could. She swallowed. She didn't want to ask, but she had to. "Blake baby, what happened after I got hit?"

He stiffened, and she rubbed his back. "He hurt you." The little boy stopped, obviously unwilling to continue.

"I know he did," she said softly. I need to know what happened after that.

The preschoolers reply was muffled from her shoulder. "He hurt Ryan."

Sam bit her lip. She had been silently hoping that if Blake was okay, Ryan was too. "Is Ryan going to be okay?"

He shook his head against her shoulder. "Ryan is in heaven now." Sam bit her lip, her eyes losing focus with the tears. No, she breathed resting her tear-dampened cheek against her little brother. Sam was so lost in her own world she didn't catch what he said. She drew back and asked him to repeat it.

The little boy looked up. "Your friend said to tell you he was sorry."

Sam's breath caught. "What?" She choked on the simple word.

"There was this bright light and then he looked all different." The little boy looked up at her confused. "He said he was sorry. He said he loved you and he was so sorry." Sam fell back against the pillow. "He said something else, then he ran away." The little boy played nervously with the blanket covering her. "Sammy, he was crying."

Sam didn't know what to say. She didn't want to believe Danny would do this, that Danny could do this. "I don't know what to tell you, Blake."

"So is he a good or bad person?" Sam looked out the window. Her mind flashed back to just months before in a hospital room in Amity Park, with Danny holding her while she cried, promising everything would be okay.

She swallowed against the lump in her throat. "He's a person, Blake. He's done good things and bad things." She paused for a moment thinking of everything her and Danny had been through in high school. "There isn't a good answer to that." A day ago there would have been. A day ago Danny was her guardian angel, her protector against a cruel reality. But as always, dreams shatter and illusions fade. "I just really don't know."

Thus brings you to the last chapter of Taking Over Me. I know you've still got some questions though. That's what the epilogues for! Thanks to: Ryo's destiny, getfuzzyfan04, Cheerin4danny, WormmonABC, Dragonslayer527, The Good Girl, Silverflare07, Sakura Scout, CoLdPLaYeR813, MayB, Chibi Millenia Phantom, Hwoarangsguardie, The Fuzy Llama, RainbowSerenity, Moody Maud, Medisti, RavenForever, Danielle Phantom, and Mrs. Granger-Weasley. This one's for you guys!