A/N I do not own Danny phantom and I am sooo stressed right now. Just got over personal dilemma and depression (if you are not or have never been depressed you are not a writer! Lol jk.) and I write this for you guys. Keep up the good reviews. I am making a sequel got the storyboard in my head so add me to your author alerts!

So without my annoying ramble to keep you going on and on and on… oh man I did it again. Well here it is

Family Heirloom

Chapter 5

Danny raced through the air, his emotions pushing him onward to be the valiant hero to save Sam. He could feel her in the back of his mind, so to speak, like some other presence that was part of him. He was tired and hurt from battles earlier that weighed like cinderblocks on his very being; but he would press onward; and so he flew through the bone-chilling night, heading for the mall on the other end of town, pulled by Sam's invisible strings.

Jaz was sitting at home, watching the news, nothing yet. Although they did interview mom and dad about the ghost; they're still weird though. Jaz thought. Just because her mom and dad were right that there were ghosts doesn't mean she had to like them being freaky ghost-hunters, and to top it all off they were showing their interview again because it was "breaking information."

"So, Jack Fenton, what do you have to tell us about this ghost?" the almost serious female reporter said, holding a microphone in Jaz's Dad's face.

"Although we have not seen the ghost, yet, from the signs we determine this ghost to be a poltergeist, and should be considered very dangerous. We recommend all citizens to stay away from any doors, windows, or glassware." He said determinedly into the microphone.

"And why is this poltergeist more dangerous, or any different for that matter, from any other ghosts? For our viewers knowledge, please." She asked.

Yeah right, people don't believe in ghosts, much less know if there are differences between them. That reporter is just as curious as anyone else. Jaz thought.

"Well, usually ghosts are harmless and reclusive if they are in this world. Although some ghosts seek to scare and possibly hurt those around them by flickering lights, slamming drawers, even to the point of shattering glass and destroying property, depending on the ghost itself. Also poltergeists are very hard to track; they usually don't stay in one place for very long and tend to leave little or no pattern of attacks." Mattie Fenton said in an almost motherly tone.

"So how do you plan to deal with this threat, Mrs. Fenton?" Said the reporter.

"It's a good thing you-" Mattie said as Jack butted in (as usual with an invention he no-doubt created just for the occasion)

"I call it the P.F.T. or portable Fenton thermos. With this every emergency team will be able to capture the ghost on spot. And now anyone can be protected from a ghost threat because they will be available for purchase at Fenton works." He stated triumphantly, holding a tiny, 6 inch long thermos up to the camera. He then began dangling a small chain coming off of it. "And it also has this keychain so you can put it with your car keys or briefcase."

"That was…Informative, Mr. Fenton. I'm sorry to say we don't have any more time to share with you, but please keep up the search for-" and that was all Jaz heard before she shut the TV off.

"I just hope Danny and Sam are ok." She said as she pulled up a blanket and went to sleep on the couch.

Poverty was almost done with his current rampage. It was the last store in the mall, and it was the biggest. The sign out front said "SHAUNS SPORTS STORE" and was filled with sports equipment on 3 floors and the warehouse style basement. Poverty didn't even know what half of this stuff was, but he didn't care. Sam was still in her cage, so to speak. But when poverty got done with that store he would take her somewhere else, which meant she could try to escape… or she could wait for Danny. Sam could tell exactly where he was just as Danny could with her, and he was closing in fast.

But would he be fast enough?

"Okay Miss, or should I say Mrs., I'm done here and we need to go somewhere else. Who are the richest people you know of? Do you know where they live?"

Oh no! Sam screamed in her head. She looked in the direction of her house. Apparently this was all poverty needed, for he snatched her up and they phased through the wall out into the chill night. Where is Danny? She thought as she looked around into the urban area. The moon was almost to the horizon now. And as she looked at it she felt Danny's presence. They were heading in about his direction. Maybe Danny would get there first. Sam tried to judge the distance, but as she was looking she heard a faint cry from below.

"There! Eat Ecto-flare, ghost punk!" Jack Fenton said as he raised his untested, unheard of invention. Phunf! Was the sound it made as a small rocket shot in the air, directly under the ghost and his hostage. Just as it seemed it could not get closer a green light burst forth from inside the small projectile. The light is not normally harmful to humans, the only thing that made it different than a green house light was the specially charged ectoplasm, making any ghost within the sphere of light glow like a lamp in the dark of the night, even when they went invisible. It also served as a sign for any emergency teams in the area that a ghost was spotted. "I got 'em!" Jack said triumphantly as he whipped out his portable Fenton thermos and aimed for the ghost, who was now a solid green figure floating in the air.

Poverty didn't expect any resistance from the townspeople after the way they ran when he appeared earlier. When the flare went off he was definitely surprised. He focused with one hand all of the energy he could spare, in a ball of the same lime green color that now his entire body gave off. He raised his hand behind his head and threw it like a fastball at the man just as a blue beam came from below.

Jack didn't even see the ball of energy until he fired the Fenton thermos, then he saw the ball depart from the ghost into the oncoming path of the thermos beam. Jack didn't know what would happen; no other case with a Fenton thermos ever involved absorbing ghost energy instead of the actual ghost. So Jack was waiting patiently as the ball of energy was pulled into the thermos.

The soft hissing sound of a ghost capture was echoing out of the thermos when…

BOOM!

Danny had obviously seen the explosion of the flare, and he even saw the blue beam of the Fenton thermos. So he kept on flying. If Dad or Mom is keeping Poverty busy, that gives me that much more time to catch up to him. Danny thought as he kept flying towards Sam, who he could clearly see in Poverty's glowing light. She was holding on for her life on poverty's arm. But as he got closer he heard the explosion.

It was something that would shock Sam for years to come. She saw Danny's Dad smirk below them as he captured Poverty's attack inside the Fenton thermos. He tried to flip toss the thermos to his other hand, which probably saved his life right there, as the thermos exploded. Jack's scream was inaudible above the sound of the explosion, as was the sound of him slamming into the front of a refrigerator of cheese in the cheese shop behind him. It was horrible but Sam couldn't force herself to look away. At least not until Poverty was flying off with her in the continuing direction of her house.

Danny tried to sneak up on Poverty, if he was seen he would risk Sam's life, but as he approached he saw the fridge and the smoking orange jumpsuit.

DAD! Danny screamed silently. He looked and sure enough Sam and Poverty were flying away.

The day was going through Danny's head, so much time that he could have used to end this before it got this out of hand. So much he could have done; so many injuries and possibly deaths that could have been avoided.

"Well Fenton, you got into this mess," he said as he closed his eyes and concentrated. Remembering when he faced Vlad Plasmius, how Vlad split himself into multiple forms. He had done it once, but that was when his power was amplified one-hundred fold by an Eckto-skeleton. How he did it was stuck in his memory, not controlling himself in two forms, but letting each form have it's own mentality (to a point, if left unchecked, he could accidentally split himself into two separate consciences ). Another Danny Phantom started to fade off of the original, although in reality they were both Danny. And he echoed in stereo "and now it's time to get out of it!" as his selves flew in opposite directions for their purposes.

"what is this junk? AGH!" Poverty cried as he tried to wipe the ectoplasm off himself with his free hand. They were almost to Sam's house now, she could see that her parents weren't home. That was a good thing, but what about her grandmother? She almost never left the house anymore.

"Poverty! You may sound poor but it's time to pay!" Danny yelled as he confronted poverty, but he couldn't attack him as long as Sam was at stake.

"Well then, Half-a, best not to have your little lady see anything…unpleasant. Now would we?" Poverty droned as he looked at his hostage. "Don't worry, I'm going to slowly put her down." And he slowly lowered toward Sam's lawn. It seemed as for every meter he got closer to the ground Sam got that more restless. When Sam finally got to the ground she ran for the building, but stayed outside. She couldn't abandon Danny, even for her own life.

In Danny's mind he could see his other self, helping his dad out of the rubble (and the cheese which made a soft cushion for the impact. His mother was there, making a joke about how Jack smelled worse than he looked. That seemed to cheer him up.) I may be at only half my strength while I'm split like this, but maybe it will be enough. He thought as he grabbed the Fenton thermos.

"Thanks for being so close by, and make sure he gets home safely." Danny's other self said to his mother. "Now to find that ghost"

"Thank you Danny Phantom, and good luck." Mattie Fenton said as Danny flew off into the distance. "Strange, he looks vaguely familiar." Mattie would have thought on this more but just then Jack moaned again. "Don't worry Jack, you'll be fine. And next time I make tuna-cheese casserole what are you going to do?" she asked.

"Ugh, hope my stomach will feel better than my head does right now." Jack moaned.

(Ha-ha, comic relief.)

the alternate Danny surrendered to the mentality of the Danny fighting poverty, making him disappear and rejoin his other self. And the battle was going well with Danny at half strength. Before he had tried fighting as if he was sparring with poverty on the ground; now he used the full advantage of flight, darting above and below Poverty's attacks.

Poverty seemed worn out, he kept making mistakes, stupid mistakes. But to Danny he seemed to be adapting to the attacks. He also figured out that they were no longer held by the limitation of earth. Three times he had tried to use the Fenton thermos, and three times Poverty fired an energy ray at him, either to be absorbed by the thermos or to simply hurt Danny. It was going nowhere except that one of them would wear out first, and neither of them wanted to think about what would happen if they lost.

"I have to do something," Sam muttered to herself. There was no way Danny could use the Fenton thermos with Poverty still able to fight. He is really determined she thought to herself, but she wasn't exactly sure if she was talking about Danny or Poverty.

"AAAAGH!" Danny screamed as he was hit with an energy beam to the small of his back.

"DANNY!" Sam yelled. She had had enough, it was now or never. If she could help at all she was going to do it. She looked at Danny, and she looked at the ring on her finger. Danny, give me strength. She thought as she raced towards Poverty, who was now standing on the ground over a very exhausted Danny Phantom, who had the Fenton thermos aimed at Poverty in hands that were shakier than a jumping bean in a child's backpack.

Sam of course had never been in an actual fight, but she knew how to throw a right hook. Again the words Danny, give me strength coursed through her brain. And she drew on the ring. Suddenly as she raised her hand back for the punch, Poverty turned around and saw a pink glowing fist.

SMACK!

Poverty went down, hard. Sam was in pure amazement. "COOL!" Sam said, then she frowned, "but it had to be pink." Overcoming her amazement, and her annoyance, she rushed to Danny's side. Apparently he had more of a shock at that than she did. "Danny? Danny!" Sam exclaimed as he just stared at her, wide eyed. "Danny! Use the thermos!"

"Right… right." Danny said meekly as he picked up the thermos, and fired it at poverty. He was slowly sucked into the blue beam and almost calmly into the thermos. "and to think," Danny mumbled "he was so tough, and he hurt so many people. If only I could have beaten him before… before so many people were…" and he stopped, looking to the ground as if it contained all the answers of life. His face was scuffed and scratched, and his uniform, with the D symbol was torn and battered. But to Sam he looked like the most handsome person in the world.

"It's ok Danny, you did your best. We can't change what happened, but you have to get home and go to bed." She said, gently rubbing his shoulder.

"You first." He said, picking her up off her feet and flying towards the window of her room, with it's black drapes and dark outline. When they were inside he laid her down on her bed, "do you want anything before you go to bed? I'd be happy to get anything for you." He said as she tucked herself in.

"the only thing I want from you is a good night's sleep." She replied. "Tomorrow is another day, although from the looks of it, it will be a short one." She pointed to the clock in her room, decorated with spiders for the main hours on the clock (3,6,9,12) and skulls for the rest. And according to it the time was 12:50.

"OOH SAM! MY POOR BABY GIRL! OH WHY MY DARLING SAM!" was heard from downstairs. Danny and Sam looked at each other, and Danny heard something in his mind. Just turn human again and everything will be fine. At first he wasn't sure if the lack of sleep had caused him to go insane or he was just thinking it. But another one came into his mind. It was coming from the corner of his mind where he could feel Sam's presence through the ring. So he did as she said, or was it thought?

He turned human and kneeled by her side just as the door burst open to reveal a disheveled and distraught Mrs. Manson. At the sight of her daughter her face went from despair to joyous brilliance. Followed by the sight of Danny next to her, her face went from joy to a bleak stare. But it was soon followed by the cheer of "SAM! IT'S A MIRICLE! HOW DID YOU MAKE IT BACK SAFE?"

Sam smiled and clutched Danny's hand. "Danny made sure I got back safe after the ghost let me go." And she turned to him.

"Although she helped me too." Danny said as he rubbed a particularly bad scratch on his face. Sam sat up and brushed his hand away and held his face. He winced, but it was comforting to have her hold him like that. He brushed away some hair that had gotten in front of her face behind her ear.

"Well… Danny needs to get home and you need to get to bed." Which was a parental way of saying "GET OUT!" so they ended their romantic moment and silently conversed about what to do.

I think I will fly home after I get about a block away. Danny said silently.

Yeah. I think that would be best, if my mom or my dad gave you a ride it would probably end in a bad talk…if you catch my drift. Sam thought.

"I think I can walk home. It's not that far away." Danny said to Sam's mom.

"Well… I suppose, just make it home safe." Mrs. Manson said.

Before long Danny was back in his own bed, but he was still talking to Sam. It didn't matter how far away they were, but they could still talk and sense each other through the rings. Eventually Sam was forced to go to sleep, and so Danny was nodding off when a voice came to his ears.

"Hello, Son."

"Agh! What? Who?" Danny said before a ghostly hand was clasped over his mouth by a ghost that looked more scared than anything else.

"SHHHH! Your parents are sleeping, Sonny. We don't want to wake them." He leaned back from the almost uncomfortably close range around Danny's head. Danny noticed that a woman was with the man, both looked…happy, they wore smiles on their faces as they looked at him. The man wore a white shirt and an overcoat as well as a pair of what looked like wool pants and had short hair. While the woman wore a gown suitable for a ball, made of silk and colored a fine blue with a neckline that ended buttoned at the collar. She wore her hair in a bun and even had elbow length gloves.

Danny tried to whisper but found it hard with these people in his bedroom at probably the latest hours of the night. "ok, who are you?"

"We are Samantha's great grandparents. And I just want to say how happy we are to be related to you." Whispered the man in what could almost be called awe.

"Related? But you're Sam's ancestors, not mine." Danny said in confusion.

"Son, let me tell you something, even in the ghost zone we could still use the rings to… sense each other. But when you two put them on, we found nothing there when there should have been a feeling of oneness." Whispered the man in a lecturing tone. "You two are meant to be together, and to tell the truth I have never seen such a bond of love so powerful."

"Really? You're not joking? But what was that weird place that Sam and I went to when we passed out?" Danny asked

"Oh… um… well…" the man was at a loss of words "that place is where dreams are made real, literally, and when you sleep you may meet each other in that place. But be careful, because anything that happens to you there, like getting cut, will happen in the real world too." The man warned.

Danny's eyes went wide. If that was true… then… Danny's thoughts raced.

Apparently the woman noticed something, "Look at him George," She said, "go to her, boy. She is probably waiting by now." And they started to turn.

"Wait, where are you going?" Danny asked worriedly, if these ghosts stayed in the mortal world it would cause no end of trouble.

"Oh don't worry; we are just going back to the ghost zone. We understand our place, now you should go to yours." Said the woman, then they fazed through the wall and were gone.

Eventually Danny did sleep, and he found himself in that strange place the man was talking about. Almost immediately he searched out Sam, and found her in an almost exact copy of Amity Park.

"Hey Danny," Sam said.

"Hey Sam," Danny replied, and suddenly he leapt forward, caressing her in his arms. "Care to dance?" he said in the smoothest voice he could.

"I'd love it, Danny." She said, and suddenly her plain clothes changed to a black dress with spider hair clips holding her hair back.

And there they danced, until the Sunday morning when they awoke and spent the last day with each other before school started again the day after.

THE END

For now…

A/N it is firkin FOUR in the MORNING! Ugh I got bowling in 5 hours… just spent the last few hours getting this one straight… I loved writing this story and please tell me if I messed up on anything like spelling or grammar. Also I am writing a sequel as well as a side story based on the DR Spectra episode. Well kind of explaining the episode actually. Also I got to get some sleep cus im gonna do something a little flirty tomorrow and I don't want to be groggy… so please review this story and even if it is anonymous I would like to hear what you think. Thanks and email me if you want to give me advice or say that I should be banished off the earth for writing this. Lol. So yeah I'm going to bed yo. I also hope this makes the story more than 10k words for all the long story fans.

PS the sequel is going to be called "a bond we share" and will involve some pretty cool stuff. The side story will be called "the session" or "the appointment"… so yeah I really have to go to bed. Thanks all my fans and all those in my life that make it worth living.