Yeah, they are fraternal, but they are gonna look exactly alike, Sept for the eyes, which is all it takes for them to not be identical. Kinda weird… but yeah. Anyhow, here is a new chapter… and wow, I am updating fast lately, lol.

(Five weeks later)

I was walking to Sam's house, since now we were starting the, one keeps one, the other keeps the other one deal. We had named the babies Amy and Tiffany. Amy being the one with purple eyes, and he full name Amy Lee Manson, referring to one of Sam's favorite singers from evanescence. Tiffany was the one with the similar blue eyes to mine, and we just picked out the name from nowhere, I guess it was just because we both liked it. Sam and I had been spending a lot of our time with them, in which Jazz had to help me out with the homework that needed catching up on. Luckily though, we were getting close to summer vacation, so all this business wouldn't be so bad.

When I got to Sam's doorway, she was there waiting for me.

"Hey Danny," she greeted me, and I hugged her as I went through the door. It was almost as though we were married or something now by the way we acted, but I knew one day most likely, we would get married, since after all, we were perfect together.

"Your mom will be picking up all the stuff later, right?" She asked me frantically, as she made sure that all the stuff I would need was sitting by the door.

"Yeah, she had to go somewhere," I told her, and watched as she double-checked everything. Once again, Sam held her normal figure, since she lost weight fast. She only ate vegetables pretty much, so she wasn't eating anything fat, and she defiantly wasn't lazy.

"That's Ok, I'm always home," she sighed, and stopped looking at things to turn to me.

"Your parents gone?" I asked her.

"Yeah, why?"
"Just wondering," I said, and looked at everything sitting by the door, which was the same things she had up in the babies room. Although, her and her mom obviously went out and bought doubles of things. Jazz had agreed to let me stick some of the stuff in her room, but the baby had to stay in my room, which I was hoping she wasn't going to cry too much… Although, I was getting Amy, which was the quiet one anyhow, so it didn't much matter to me.

"So, you wanna stay here for a while, or do you want to get home?" Sam asked me first, before anything further was done.

"I can stay here for a while," I accepted, since after all, why wouldn't I want to be with her? A lot of people get bored with each other, especially at this young of an age, but Sam and I never did, any moment spent together was as good as it got.

"Whatcha wanna do?" She asked me. I didn't know what to do though (what's new?). I just shrugged, and Sam rolled her eyes, "You never know."

"Hey, isn't it odd that Tucker still hasn't found out?"

"He hasn't been to my house in a long time, he won't find out as long as he doesn't come here," she shrugged, not caring about if Tucker knew or not anymore.

"Besides, he isn't the smartest tool in the shed. Chances are, if he comes over, I could make up everything about them, and he would never know," she continued, finishing up her thoughts.

"Yeah, I guess your right. When he does find out though… he is gonna be pissed about us not telling him in the first place."

"That's why he won't ever find out."

"What happens when we get older? He will find out one day."

"Who says we are even gonna be friends with him when he is older?"

"B-F-F! Stands for best friends FOREVER," I explained to her.

"Yeah, but there is no such thing as forever. Our lives can't last forever. Forever means nothing, just something someone made up. What has ever lasted forever? Nothing because forever is never ending, and by the time forever comes, everyone will be dead, and it will still be going on, it never ends. It isn't a true thing anyway."

"Uhh… Sam, that is my point. Forever never ends."

"You don't get it do you? You can't promise to be friends forever, because you won't be here the day forever comes to know you have been friends that long."

"Sam… that made no sense at all," I said puzzled.

"Yeah, I know… but I'm trying to make a point," she said, and looked at me angrily, but in a playful way.

"Well, you didn't get it across," I said, and leaned up against the wall, in a casual way.

"Still… you know what I was trying to say."

"No… actually I don't."

She looked at me sternly, and I shrugged, and a smile spread across her face, and we both started to crack up laughing.

"You can't be mad at me, can you?" I asked her.

"No, I can't," she said, and headed up the stairs, trying to forget any of that stuff even happened since she was embarrassed by the not making sense stuff she had said.

"Where are you going?" I asked her, chasing her up the stairs.

"You can't hear it?" She asked, and I listened to hear one of the babies crying. I sighed, and reluctantly followed her up the stairs.
Once upstairs, Sam was already in the baby's room, and I chose to wait for her to come out. No matter how much I loved them, I still hated the fact that they existed. Being 14, with twins was… a bit odd… although now Sam and I were both 15. Still though, that didn't matter to me, it was still odd, and it never should have even happened.

Sam popped out of the room, after it was silenced, and looked at me awkwardly, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," I said trying to avoid her getting mad at me, or thinking I don't care.

"They don't bite you know," she joked around, and I smiled lightly, "I know."

"I know you don't like them all that much… but you should Danny. You're going to have to get used to them one way or another."

"Yeah, I know," I said casually, but she could tell that I wasn't even comfortable about talking about them.

"Danny, come on, it isn't that bad."

"I know."
"Can't you say anything?"

"Yeah, I can. I just don't know what to say," I shrugged.

"Well, if there is nothing to say, let's go get Amy for you, and you can head home," she sighed, and twirled on one foot to face back into the other direction. This time though, I followed her slowly into the room. I hadn't seen much of them, because I always acted this way when I was around them.

Sam gently lifted Amy out of her crib, and the baby stayed asleep, as though she was still lying in her crib. I shifted around Un-comfortably, as I watched her carrying Amy. It still seemed odd… to think of Sam as a mother, and I never took notice to the fact that I was a father, but I was going to soon get that feeling when I took Amy home.

"Here," Sam said and handed her over to me. I unfolded my arms, and took her. The same feeling I had in the hospital was there again. The fear of dropping her and she would shatter to pieces. I cradled her in my arms like Sam did, but I knew I wasn't as gentle as Sam, and I was afraid of hurting her.

"See? You are just fine with her," Sam smiled, and I refused to even look at the baby, and it still felt peculiar to be holding her.

"Yeah, I guess…"

"Come on, let's grab some things, and you can be on your way. I know you don't feel comfortable about it, so I will leave you alone," she said bitterly, and I could tell she was getting mad with me.

I followed her down the hall, still holding onto Amy cautiously. I was slower than Sam, because I thought that the faster I went, the more likely of chances I would have of dropping her.

Going down the stairs of course was even worse, and by the time we were down the stairs, I felt extremely relieved I had survived, even though it really wasn't even that far of a walk.

"Ok, you can just take this stroller for now, because it folds up into a crib type thing, and as long as your mom picks up stuff later, she should be fine," she said, and seemed as though she was rushing me out of the house.

"All right," I said, and set Amy inside the stroller, and left her house. As soon as the door was closed, I turned intangible, so no one would see me walking down the street with the baby, since that too… would be weird. Once inside my house, I went back into my normal mode, and Jazz was standing there. I still wasn't used to her knowing, and I about had a heart attack when I noticed she had seen me.

"Jazz, you scared me," I said.

"Hey, you know I already know. Who is this one?" She asked me, and walked up to the stroller.

"Amy," I said shortly.

"Aww, how cute," Jazz said, looking at her, and I still was refusing to even acknowledge her presence.

"What's wrong?" Jazz asked me, noticing I was looking off somewhere else, and not even paying attention to her or the baby.

"Nothing."

"You have been acting really weird…"

"Yeah, I know. Sam told me that too," I said.

"Weird for you, huh?" She said, like a mind reader, and felt proud of it too.

"Yeah."
I tried to escape it though, by taking Amy up to my room. My room like usual, was a mess though.

"Now where am I going to put you?" I asked her, as though she was going to reply back. My floor was covered in stuff, since I only had the time to destroy it, and not clean it. I looked around the room, and sighed. I wasn't going to make the effort to pick up anything, so I simply shoved everything in the closet, and under the bed. Of course, there was still a few things left on the floor that didn't happen to get shoved off with the rest, but I could live with that. I stuck the stroller in a corner, and looked around at my masterpiece. Perfect. Now I could leave.

I left the room, and ran right into Jazz.

"Where are you going?" She asked me.

"Nowhere," I groaned, and started down the stairs.

"Be home soon, Ok?"

"Yeah, whatever," I said annoyed, and ran down the stairs even faster before she could call after me.

Once outside, I walked down to the park by myself, because I needed some time alone from things. Besides, I hadn't been walking in the park in a while, and it would be nice to get out away from the house. On the walk down though, I had an uncomfortable feeling of being watched. I kept looking behind me, to see nothing, and continued on. I wasn't scared of someone following me, I was just curious as to who would follow me.

After I had gotten to the park though, I felt like turning around and going home, but then remembered what had awaited me back at my home, and totally ignored it.

"Hey Danny," I heard a voice call out, and I noticed who it was right away. I swept around to see Tucker standing behind me.

"Was it you following me?"

"Yeah… I was wondering if you still had that stroller… what was in it?"

"You… saw me earlier?"

"Yeah, and you went intangible. And you came from Sam's house."

"It was nothing."

"Yes, it was. You went intangible, so you didn't want people to see you. What is it? Baby-sitting?"
"Yeah… why?"

"Sam has a sister?" He said hysterically, and bursted out laughing, as though Sam having a sister, although she really didn't, was a big deal.

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh… Really? Why didn't she tell me?"

"She didn't want anyone to know about it for some reason," I shrugged, trying to keep a straight face. I almost felt bad for doing this to him, since he had every right to know, but Sam and I both agreed to lie if we had to, to keep it a secret for now.

"For some reason… I don't believe you…"

"Why not?"

"Because… I just saw Sam's mom a while ago, and not that long ago… and everytime I saw her, she was just fine, but Sam was odd…"

"Tucker, why wouldn't you believe me?"
"Because, you aren't even looking me straight in the eyes. You're looking off to the side, which is enough to say anything," he shuffled, and I could feel him staring at me.

"All right, fine, promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Yeah… why would I tell anyone?"

"Amy and Tiffany are…" I was cut off though, because I fell to the ground from a force, and I looked around for a while, before I spotted Valerie sitting on her stupid platform, staring straight down at me evilly.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked her, since I hadn't been bothered by her in a while, but she now all the sudden seemed as though she was mad at me again, and she had that 'I've got a plan' look on her face. Make that an evil plan, because what other kind of plan would she have?

"Oh, nothing Daniel," she said, smiling wickedly at me. Tucker was still standing off to the side, and he also looked just as confused as I was, but I at least had a little bit of an idea as to what was going on.

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to come here to warn you…"

"Warn me about what?" I said, but I had a hint as to what it was. She could get two things out of what she was going to say, get me worried, and get Tucker to know about Sam and mine's secret.

"Warn you, that now that you have little Amy in your hands, I will attempt to kill her. This way, Sam can blame it all on you, and she will never like you again. Another is, that will leave Tiffany all by her lonesome with Mommy only, because Sam won't let you near your other daughter, and she will have no sister. Would you like to have no sister, or father?"

"Why do you all the sudden care? Why did you leave me alone the first time?"

"Why did I leave you alone the first time?" Valerie asked me, and raised her eyebrow.

"Yeah, I want to know, there has to be a reason!" I told her, since there had to be a reason for her not wanting to kill them in the first place, and now all the sudden she was going to do it without a problem.

"Because, I was going to wait until you got attached," she laughed evilly, and I looked at her disgusted.

"I'm not attached, there has to be another reason."

"To make your life miserable too… but other than that, there is no other reason. I don't mean to hurt Sam, but hey, if it hurts you too, than I could care less."

"You wouldn't…"

"What, Kill Amy? Yes I would."

"Why do you think you can all the sudden do that?"

"Because, I can. Besides… I told a lot of people in school to watch for your odd behaviors… maybe they will catch onto your little secret, hmm?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, we were talking about making your life miserable, and that is another reason. You are the cause for me becoming poor, and loosing all my stuff. I think you deserve more than that to happen to you, since after all, whose to say you don't do it to anyone else?"

"Someone's life is more valuable than your dumb stuff! Can't you just leave me alone? I could kill you right now if I wanted to."

"Who says? Try me, we can fight, right here, right now."

"No, I can't Valerie, I have things to do, and I don't fight unless it's needed. I don't like to hurt people, not even you."

"Umm… what's going on?" Tucker asked from the middle of nowhere, and both Valerie and I looked at him, but didn't respond, we just turned back to each other to finish off our argument.

"You're scared, huh? Well, you might be in a fight with me soon, if you want to save your daughter's life," she said, and looked at Tucker, to make sure she had gotten the picture across to him. When I turned back to look at him, he looked as though trying to speak, but nothing would come out.

"Did… I… hear that… right?" He asked me after we stared at each other for a long period of time, doing nothing, but waiting for the words to come piling up.

"Yes…" I said, since at least all I had to say was yes, instead of telling him everything. It was easier, and Tucker didn't look mad yet, and I was hoping he understood.

"So… you and Sam?" He said, trying to fill in the holes.

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Because… why would we want to tell you?"
"You have a point… so that is why you guys have been acting weird… and Sam was fat… and…"

"Yeah, I get the point Tucker, now can we lay off of that?"
"Sorry, but that is just… odd…" he said, trying to find the words to say, but they were lost. He didn't want to offend me, or make me feel worse than I already did, so he just kept his mouth shut. I started to walk, and he still followed me though. He wasn't mad at me at least, but now I had to worry about him blabbing to other people, or not being friends with Sam and I for it. Or he might just think we were odd, and he might not want to hang with us anymore, there was no telling.

"Your not mad?" I checked in, turning around to look him in the eyes.

"No, because I would have done the same thing," he said truthfully, and shrugged.

"Really? And you don't care?"

"No… not really… it's your life I guess… at least you still act somewhat the same way."

"I'm sorry about that."

"No problem. Can I see her?"
"Who?"

"Amy? She is at your house, right?"
"Ah… yeah… Shit…" I said, remembering I left her there by herself. Hopefully Jazz was watching after her, or would have noticed her sitting in the room by herself.

"We need to run," I told him, and without letting him respond, my legs started pumping as hard as possible, as I tried to get home as soon as possible, and hope she was still fine. Yes, I was caring, now I was. I had cared for her… I just couldn't find a way to show it. And I was semi-attached, just not really, since I hadn't gotten to know her much yet. But, I was her father, and I think that worrying came with that no matter what, whether I wanted her or not.

Tucker being a slow runner, was way behind me when I looked back, but I kept on running, he could catch up to me sometime once he got to my house. It wasn't like my house was going to start running on him too.

Once I reached the doorway, I flung the door opened, and Jazz was standing there, reading a book.

"What's wrong?"
"Is Amy still in my room?"

"Yeah, I just checked on her, why? What's wrong."

"Nothing… just wanted to make sure," I said, my heart beating a hundred miles and hour.

"When Tucker gets here, let him in," I said, and still walked up to my room to make sure. Surely enough, she was sitting there in her bed, but the window was opened, and there was a note sitting in her crib laying across the top of her. I picked it up curiously, and read it.

I've decided that it might be hard for me to get this one, but when you are out, I will be waiting. I will have any attempt to take her from you, but I won't kill her until needed. There are many ticks laying ahead of you Daniel Fenton, and pretty soon, I will set the whole town against you, and your halfa children. Once they know, you will be hated forever, all three of you. I suggest you try and keep an eye out, because I am being nice telling you these things. And don't forget, Tiffany is an opened target too, and I have a helper with me…

I dropped the note on the floor, and looked around my room, and saw Tucker standing in the doorway.

"What's going on?" He asked me, noticing that I had a look of shock, regret, and fright on my face all at once.

"Valerie has someone helping her. Here," I said, leaning over, and picking up the note to hand it to him. He read it, but took no notice of it, he just looked at me plainly.

"Do you really think that is true? She is trying to get you to think that," he said as though I was an idiot from believing that, but I didn't think he was right. Why would she put up that big of an effort over making it all fake? She wanted to hurt me in any way possible, and I knew it. And once she got the whole town turned against me, what would happen then?

Ok guys, if this shows up wierd or sumthing, i might be missing a part out of it, because I had to go through, and copy and paste it into here from a smaller document, because in the new version of fanfiction, it can't be to big or whatever if you are on a slow dial up, which really suckz. Anyhow... please tell me if somthing seems to be missing, because I might have missed a part...