A/N special thanks to all that reviewed and an EXTRA special thanks to Master of procrastination! ROCK ON! Oh yeah and I don't own Danny phantom, otherwise Danny and Sam would make out in class or something…

Family Heirloom

(Chapter three)

"So that was your friend Danny, right?" Poverty said as he slowly tried to find a place to restrain his bargaining chip that the half-a obviously cared for.

"You leave him alone! Why are you even doing this? What did we ever do to you?" Sam replied as well as she could while her arm was being held in an extremely painful position between her shoulder blades.

Poverty smirked, "you didn't do anything to me, society did." He said as he started to lower to the ground. He found the perfect way to keep her hostage and cause all the damage he wanted.

Danny was phasing into his room as someone at his door knocked. Quickly he changed out of ghost mode and said "come in." It was probably Jaz, she always knocked. His parents usually just busted in with some new invention that had no point except to shoot goo or something else totally useless.

"Danny? I just wanted to check on you, you've been quiet the last few hours, even when mom and dad went out. Are you feeling ok?" she asked with almost motherly concern. She knew that her parents weren't actually good at understanding Danny, they also didn't know about his powers. She knew, and she understood that it could cause a lot of stress, so she tried at least to be there if Danny wanted to talk.

But instead he changed the subject. "Mom and dad went out? Where?" he was making assumptions in his head, and he knew that it had something to do with Poverty.

Jaz frowned, this couldn't be good. "When they said it I didn't believe them, but… come with me." She said as she took Danny's arm and dragged him downstairs to their living room. "It's all over the news now." She said as she turned on the TV.

A formally dressed female newscaster appeared on the big screen and started to talk, "and now we have confirmed video footage of the ghost 'Poverty' as he calls himself, with a hostage. Roll the tape."

Then a video showed people running around franticly, screaming. Then the camera pointed up, sending a wave of fear through Danny. It showed when Poverty showed him that he had taken Sam hostage. Danny's mind was racing. How long does this tape go, does it show when Sam… and I-. He cut himself off as the camera showed poverty slowly backing away from him. Here it comes. He thought. Just then a hand went in front of the camera, followed by the voice of the owner of the hand. "Hey! Shut that thing off! We need all the help we can get over here!" and the camera panned over to show a fireman digging in the rubble of a building, uncovering a hand, franticly reaching for anything alive. The fireman looked at the man and said, "What did I just say! Help this person!" and in the background you could hear "Danny!" barely audible above the noise of rubble shifting around after being moved. That was the last sound before the camera was shut off.

Danny could hear Jaz's comment "Was that Sam? It was!" but he was more concerned with the TV. That couldn't have been the only person carrying a camera. Not with so many people in the area. And shouldn't the news team have a camera? Well maybe not, it was very sudden.

"We're sorry, but that was the only video footage we could get amidst the many people we questioned about the incident. It seems not even town hero Danny Phantom can stop someone when innocent lives are at stake. Currently the ghost is still on the loose, but resident ghost hunters Jack and Mattie Fenton are in the downtown area tracking down this evil spirit as we speak. Now here's Jeff with sports."

Danny could almost feel all the relief flow through him. But he knew that this created another problem, if his parents were downtown. They would probably as soon shoot him as shoot Poverty (he may be a hero, but he was still a ghost; so to his parents he should be in the ghost zone).

But Jaz was more interested in what was just on TV. "Oh no. I didn't hear that before. Danny I'm so sorry. I hope Sam will be ok. Mom and Dad will find her, don't worry." It sounded as if she was telling it to herself as well as Danny.

"I'm coming Sam." Danny muttered as he ran down to the lab and grabbed the Fenton Thermos. Why did I say that? I know Sam can't hear me, and it probably made Jaz suspicious. I guess it just made me feel better. No matter, right now I just have to get past Jaz again. He thought as he ran back upstairs and out the door.

Jaz knew he had to go; now all she had to do was make it look like she didn't want him to go. "Danny! It's late! Mom and Dad will find her!" she called after him, knowing it was useless, she shut the door and turned on the news. They would definitely have cameras all over downtown by now. And she didn't want to miss a second.

Meanwhile the only thing Sam could do now was to try to call out to Danny through the ring, if she could, but she didn't know exactly what the rings could do but she had to try. She was in the Downtown mall, tied to the main support column out in the middle of the mall. Poverty was somewhere behind her destroying another store, at least he destroyed the hunting store so more animals wont be killed. She thought as she despaired, despaired because she knew it was wrong, people's businesses and livelihoods were being destroyed. I hope Danny gets here soon. She thought

Poverty was enjoying himself. Finally he could make people of this age feel what he felt when his job and his life were taken away from him. And with the girl strapped to the column out there he could fulfill his almost never ending thirst for vengeance without interruption. "Hmm… What should I destroy next?" then he looked over his shoulder and decided to check on his prisoner. He didn't like the fact that he had taken a hostage.

I was always such a nice person. At least I thought I was, but I guess death can change a lot. He thought as he came upon Sam, crying and looking at the thirty foot drop that awaited her if Danny came to rescue her. Poor woman, how crazy is it that she and the half-a love each other? Maybe I could… no. I will have to keep her here. I don't think I could actually take another person prisoner. Hmm that jewelry store looks good. And he flew off for more destruction.

Danny searched; flying over downtown was a bad idea. He could see all the searchlights and military teams constantly scouting the area. He was surprised that the military was here at first, but then again people were hurt. He tried to go at this from every angle he could, but he just couldn't find her. He had let Sam down again, maybe for the last time if Poverty decided to be rid of her. He couldn't let that happen, but how was he supposed to find her? He tried everywhere he could think of. After he saw the big News screen showing EVACUATE ALL NON RESIDENTIAL AREAS AND RETURN HOME IMMEDIATELY in giant scrolling 40Ft letters he knew that Sam could be anywhere.

"It's hopeless. I've let Sam down; I failed her when she needed me." The truth was that Sam had been his lifesaver emotionally for a long time. Once she even saved his life and soul from a demented circus ringmaster. He had saved her in the end but without her he would not even be there. He didn't care about Poverty; he just wanted Sam, his life and love, back. "Why couldn't I save her? WHY!" he said as he unconsciously stopped flying. He started to fall from the sky toward the ground. He hit a banister of a local restaurant and although it slowed him it did not stop him. He fell through along with about a foot of piled up snow, he slammed his body on the concrete, knocking him unconscious and turning him back to Danny Fenton. As well as coating him in a blanket of snow. To someone passing by he would look like a pile of snow and ice that had broken the banister.

Sam was crying now. She tried calling Danny with her thoughts, with her emotions, once by even calling his name out loud, which had earned her a near miss ghost ray from Poverty, caught up in his destructive rampage down the massive hallway. She felt him grow more desperate and despairing, finally falling and crashing into the pavement. At that she screamed, a scream like that of the banshee, filled with limitless sorrow and fury. She thrashed and struggled, not caring if she fell the probably fatal 30 feet to the ground. She could not stand to see Danny in such pain. Her tears were making her makeup run; her eyeliner and lipstick were not made for this. They flowed with the tears down her face, sometimes into her mouth, leaving the taste of her salty tears with the acidic mediciny makeup. She wasn't thinking anything except to get to Danny. Her heart and very being seemed as constrained as she was by the thick industrial rope that was now starting to dig into her skin. Then as what seemed the last of her energy she screamed with all her might "DANNY!" and what happened then was one of those rare cases where a woman would get superhuman strength to save her husband or son. She broke through all the rope that held her firmly like steel only minutes ago and fell as her love did, she tried to roll when she landed, but physics and anatomy say that humans can't stand that much without landing on something that gives good support. As she landed pain shot through her body like lightning. But as she rolled head over heels, slowly blacking out, her last thoughts were this pain is nothing compared to what he must have felt losing me.

And then the blackness enveloped her.

To Be Continued

A/N: I know I said to be concluded last time and I was going to but I decided to draw this out a little more, and I have more ideas! WOOHOO! I will keep writing when I don't have more homework! THANK YOU ALL OF MY FANS! (yes I have fans) (woot)