Hey guys, how r ya? Anyhow… I will be starting yet another story (who knows when?) whenever I get it typed. Yea, see, when I'm at school, I tend to get a bit…. Bored? So I started a new fanfic, but then I have to come home, and type the notebook full of writing (not sactly a notebook yet, about 25 pages in writing, who knows how much it will shrink). Anyhow, it has lyrics that go along with it, but I wanted to ask you guys, am I allowed to put the lyrics in it? I can always remove them, but they kinda have a lot to do with the story, since I got the idea from the CD I was listening to. Anyhow, it would help a lot if you guys could clear things up for me! Please enjoy this chapter!

When we arrived home, I picked Tiffany up out of her seat, but then noticed, Amy wasn't in the car at all. How could she have escaped? I just saw her a few minutes ago when we were driving down the road.

"Shit," I whispered to myself, as I ran Tiffany into the house to put her in her crib, literally running, since Amy had gone missing. She could have gotten herself killed if she somehow managed to get out of the car in motion, but there wasn't any sound of wind or anything from an opening in the car, it was totally safe for her, she never made a sound either.

Once that was done, I ran downstairs, and headed out the door, but my mom noticed, since it was the middle of the night and all, and she wasn't going to like me running outside at the moment.

"Sam, where are you going?" She asked me, the second I stepped foot outside of the door.

"Need to grab some stuff outta the car…"

"All right, but get back in here fast, Ok?"
"Yea, sure thing," I agreed impatiently, and slammed the door behind me, not wanting her to ask me anymore questions that would hold me back.

I looked all over the inside of the car, but she wasn't there. My thoughts were racing as I looked for her under the car, in the yard, down the road, nowhere, she was totally gone. Maybe the only thing left to do, was trace all the way back to the hospital? I was guessing that would be the best idea, but I was still puzzled as to how she got out.

"Amy, I swear, when I find you…." I started to say, but then I felt the coolness of a breeze behind me, and got the feeling that someone was watching me. I turned around, and saw the familiar-ness of Valerie, dressed up in that dumb outfit that she wears when she hunts Danny, and that dumb board she was on. In her arms, was Amy, sleeping as though nothing had gone wrong, as though being in a strangers arms was peaceful.

"What do you want?" I asked her, staring up into her blank eyes, ones I couldn't see from the mask, so I couldn't be able to tell what she was thinking.

"What do I want? To get revenge of course, and I knew I could get to you by stealing her," she said, referring to Amy.

"You are sick, you know that? Putting a child at risk over something as stupid as your clothes getting taken from you, and a little lost money?"

"Not only my clothes, my home! All because of your boyfriend. Besides, I think Amy would be more happy dead, then to have teenage parents, I think you should look at yourself, and tell me I'm sick," she said, and she sounded more sad than to have been mad at me.

"Shut up, and hand her over," I said, looking at her sternly, but even without being able to see what her expression was, I knew she was going to refuse, and that she was either going to kill Amy, or head after me, one or the other, or maybe both? I could never tell with her sick, twisted mind. She needed some help that was for sure, maybe to go to a mental house or something, or maybe it was just anger problems? Enough to drive her this far? I think it might have been both, but then again, I couldn't tell.

"You think it's going to be that fast Sam? You saw what I did to your boyfriend, he is much stronger than you, so I bet I could kill you."

"Valerie, please, just leave us all alone? Danny almost died tonight, you want to kill two people?"

"Hmm… maybe? Two people I've hated my whole life, maybe? It might be good for me to get you out of my way. As for Amy here, I wouldn't worry about her, I kinda feel bad for her in a way, I will set her off to the side while we battle out, since I don't know exactly how your going to battle though?"

"Let me run inside first? Set her where she can't see any of it?" I said, agreeing to a battle, I knew exactly what I could use against her, in yet, I didn't want to kill anyone either, I wanted nothing to do with fighting, I didn't like it at all, but she wanted to kill me, so what she did to Danny maybe even? Ghost weapons would probably work on humans with the same affect, or at least some of them would.

"No, you battle it out right here, right now."

"I'm going in first," I said, walking over to grab Amy from where she had set her, but my legs gave out, and I fell to the ground instantly, no pain at all though, what had she done?

"I figured, maybe you would like the same thing he got, take a look at yourself?" She half laughed, and I didn't even have to look, she shot me with one of those spikes, had it paralyzed him that fast though? It wasn't possible for me to have felt nothing at all, not even an impact.

"Sam? What's going on out here?" I heard my mom say, as she appeared from around the door, and she spotted Valerie, hopefully, although I watched as Valerie disappeared into the night, afraid of getting caught. My mom had to have seen some of it though, because she ran right to my side noticing what had happened to me, and I tried to look up at her, but it was hard, everything in me was turning off, did it do this to Danny too?

"Sam, who was that? Was she the same one that hurt Danny?" She asked me fast, before I was totally out.

"Yes," I said lightly, trying to stay awake, or maybe even alive? I wasn't so sure what it was doing, but I think she picked the wrong ammo, because it was totally closing out my body, Danny was only paralyzed from his.

"I'll be right back Sam, you hold on, I'll have help here fast," she said, and I could tell she was crying from her muffled voice. Wow, my mom crying? It wasn't something I saw often, but right now though, I wasn't caring to much about that, I was just thinking about what was going to happen to me, and what about Amy? Had she grabbed her? She wasn't lying there anymore, so hopefully she did. My mom came running out moments later with my dad, both of them staying by my side. I could no longer speak, it was totally sucking the life out of me, or at least all of my energy.

The last thing I remembered before I passed out was sirens, and lights flashing brightly in my eyes…

(Danny's POV)

I had finally woken up, what had happened? Where was I? I wasn't in my same room anymore, I had been moved, and more IVs were attached to me than before. I couldn't remember anything that had happened, last I knew, I was sleeping. I guess they must have just had a room change or something. I sat up slowly, pain streaking through my body, but I didn't go far, when a doctor bursted into the room.

"Good, your awake, we need to ask you some more questions, and you MUST be honest, all right?"
"Yea, sure," I said, still wanting to know what happened to me.

"Ok, well, Valerie Gray? That's who hurt you?"
"Yes?" I asked, since I didn't know what was going on, were they going to find her or something? Maybe, that would be a good thing, so I wouldn't have to worry anymore.

"You enemies with her?"

"No, not really," I said, ignoring my Danny Phantom part. That was the only reason we were enemies, and if I said we were, he would ask why, and there was no way for me to explain that.

"Oh? Then do you have any idea why she hurt you?"

"Yea, sorta, I guess, she hates me, but that doesn't make us enemies, I have nothing against her," I lied, I did have something against her, everything was against her now, she caused me to be like this, hardly able to move, in a hospital, having to worry about Sam the whole time I was here.

"Ok, do you think she would hate you enough to head after someone you know? Your friend?"

I studied his face for a second, what was he getting at? I tried to sit up, I wanted to get up then, what was going on?

"I don't know, what happened?" I asked him, as I saw flashing lights outside my window, and now I was really curious, he was asking me all these questions, just as an ambulance pulls in the parking lot. I saw people rush by the door, heading for the entrance of the hospital obviously.

"Oh, nothing," he said, and left the room, heading in the same direction as the other people. I wanted to get up, because I just had a feeling they were going to pass by my door, and then I could figure it out, something had happened, Valerie had done something, and my guess was to Sam. Or at least, all my thoughts revolved around that, I was guessing that, but… why should I? I should try to ignore it, go back to bed, get some rest… it would do me some good. I couldn't though, I was so curious, I just had to know about what was going on.

I started to slide myself off the side, I could then at least place my feet on the ground, and go from there. Once my feet were on the ground, I was in tears from the pain, what was I doing? I was being stupid, I could get myself hurt even worse doing this, but I had to know what was going on, of course, what if I did all of this and they didn't pass the door?

I was still determined, and now that my feet were placed squarely on the ground, I wasn't giving up. I had gotten to far to just give up on this. I sat myself upright, keeping my hands rested on the bed for my balance, and then pushed up off of them to get myself stood up.

I felt a tear run down the side of my face, the pain was extremely bad, the dried blood tearing as I stood up straight, and all the rested parts that had been hurt had been moved now, which made a sharp pain go through my whole body. All the injured parts of me were throbbing, and I saw a drop of blood hit the floor, I was bleeding again. Good going Fenton, now look what you did? That was all I could think, as I started to sit back down, my feet weren't going to move beneath me, and it wasn't worth the pain.

Someone flung my door open, Sam's mom. Her eyes flooded, and puffy. I looked at her curiously, why was she so upset? Sam…

"What are you doing out of bed?" She asked, concerned for me, and I realized I wasn't exactly back in bed yet, and my sheets were stained with blood again.

"Nothing," I said, looking at her with wanting eyes.

"Well, I will go get someone for you, and then I will be back," she said, acting as though she was my mother. Why wasn't Sam with her though? That pushed it even farther over to me knowing Sam had gotten hurt, it was a for sure thing, but that still wasn't explaining why her mom was taking care of me like this, she used to not care for me much, and now all the sudden she cared.

She returned with a doctor, and the doctor looked at me angrily, from not staying in bed. I just gave him a short smile as if to say "I didn't do it!" and Sam's mom helped me up off the bed, and kept me balanced.

"What happened?" I asked her, I had asked this so many times today, but I knew she would give me my answer, there was no doubt about it.

"Valerie, I saw her fly away on that board thing, you know what I'm talking about?" She asked, this time not crying though, she was more serious now. I nodded, and she continued, "Well, she attacked Sam, with the same sort of thing she attacked you with. Although, you barely made it, I'm afraid she won't, you're a lot stronger than she is," she said, and I was about to cry, the same as she was.

"All right, let's get you back into bed, I'll have someone here to change it again in a little while," he said, and left the room, and I got back into bed pretty much all on my own. It felt good to lay down again, but then again, now I had to think about Sam, and what was going to happen to her.

"Oh, and Danny, will you share a room with her here? When she wakes up, I think she would be happy to have you by her side?"

"I would love to," I smiled, and thought about that, I wouldn't be alone anymore at least, but I would have rather stayed alone, and she would be fine, but there wasn't that option anymore.

"Oh, and we are going to make sure Valerie ends up getting in trouble for all of this too, prison if possible," she smiled, and left the room. I sat there for a while, thinking it all over. At least I was going to be with Sam again, but then what happened when I recovered, and she was still in here for a long time after? Or what happened if she was hurt permanently? It was all possible, and Iwas hoping it wouldn't happen, I wanted her to be in better condition then me when all of this was over with.

"All right, room change," an old lady, dressed up in baggy pants, and a huge shirt said, as she walked into the room. She didn't look like a doctor, or a nurse at all, she just looked like someone who was coming here to help out from off the street or something.

"I know, I don't look like a nurse or anything, that's because I am here for you, and the young lady in the other room, to help you get up and moving again. I will be here till you leave the hospital, everyday for 2 hours to work with you two," she smiled, noticing the awkward look on my face.

"Oh, all right," I said shyly, she was kinda creepy, I was never to fond of old people. (really… I'm not…)

She came by my side, and stuck her hand out, and I looked at her as though "You want me to move? AND touch your creepy hand?"

"It's all right, it might hurt a little, but you will live."

I sighed, and began to sit up, trying my hardest to ignore the pain, and think of the prize I was getting, I would get to be with Sam, and make sure she was doing all right, all for me to just get up and walk. Although… right now it wasn't JUST getting up and walking, it was as though someone was trying to kill me on the way over to the other room.

When I finally got out of bed (5 min later…) She let go of my hand, and just carried the IV stands, with all the junk hanging on them. I felt like an old person, I never imagined myself having all this stuff hanging off of me, not at this age at least. I felt a little odd walking in the halls, everyone staring at me as they walked by, as though I was some freak show. Of course, I guess I would have stared at a kid that had a blood stained back, IVs attached to him, and an old lady having to help him walk.

"How far away is the room?" I asked her, starting to feel the pain really bad, but all she did was shrugged, for all I knew, she could take me for a walk all over the place, and Sam could have been right next door.

"You feel odd?" She asked me, with that crackly, weird, old person voice. A lot of old people have it… in fact, most of them I know do.

"Just a little."

She just continued to walk on, leaving me behind a little, I felt so dumb! An old person, probably in her 60's at least, was moving faster, and in a LOT less pain than a 14 year old, although I'm sure if she went through the same thing I did, she probably wouldn't have lived, there wasn't much of a chance at least. Just the same as Sam, there wasn't much of a chance for her either.

"Ok, here it is, you happy about that?" She laughed, that creepy old person laugh, and I about fell over from it, trying to back up a little.

"Now, don't get that excited," she laughed once again. I realize, she isn't that harmful, but I can't stand old people, and I don't know why, it's best to keep my distance.

She opened the door, and the second she did, I peered in, to see Sam laying there, looking about as pathetic as I had to have looked, and still look I'm sure. I felt bad, it was all my fault any of this was happening, if I didn't have my ghost powers, if I wouldn't have started the conflict with Valerie, none of this would have happened.

She looked up at me when I entered the room, her head barely able to move, the way I was the first day, even now I had to get carried around by an old lady to even move, so Sam still had a lot ahead of her to. At least in a couple of days, she would be able to move a lot better, if she recovered as I did. I hoped she would recover better than I had, but I was doubting that.

"Hey, your awake, I might as well give both of you the speech. My name is Mary, and I am your therapist. I will be here from two to four every day, and maybe even longer, depending on how fast you both heal. I will be starting tomorrow with Danny, and the day after both of you will be attending, so get some rest Sam," she smiled, and turned back to me, realizing she needed to help me the rest of the way.

"Now Sam, you can look forward to walking around like Danny here," she said, and it made me feel worse, why make her think about that? Although… I guess not being able to move at all, is worse than this, but she was probably still partially paralyzed, after she gets through that, she will be able to move like this, that was pretty much all I had to go through.

Once I was in my bed (located next to Sam's with just a table in between) Mary left, leaving us alone, so I could talk to Sam, and figure things out, of course, I didn't want to bug her to much either.

"Hey Sam, you feeling all right?" I asked her, and she just nodded slightly, which was an indication of no on my part, but she was claiming she was all right. I knew she wasn't all right, but I had to ask anyway, just to start a conversation.

"What did she do to you? Just throw the dumb thing at you?"

"I was trying to… move Amy into the house… and she got me in the back," she said, her words hardly connected, and her voice very light, and hard to hear, but luckily the room was silent, so it came out clear enough. I didn't want to make her use too much of her energy, that wouldn't be fair, because she never did that to me.

"You doing better?" She asked me, more concerned about me, she acted as though it was a big deal for me to be talking to her, when I thought the same about her.

"Yea, better then you, I'm sure," I said, remembering my first day like that, I felt like I was perfectly fine compared to her, but she didn't think so.

"Do you… even know what… happened last night?" She asked me, her voice getting more raspy and faded.

"No, I don't…" I said, wanting to hear more about it, and she continued, despite the fact that I could tell she was really weak.

"You almost died…" She said, wanting to say more, but she to realized she needed to hold up on her energy. I thought about it for a second. I almost died? That made things even worse as far as Sam went, because if I almost died, that might give her a chance of actually dying? No… it wouldn't happen, she could be stronger than me… or at least I was hoping so.

"Well, you need to rest," I told her, not wanting to continue on with it anymore, although I could have asked her a million more questions, I didn't want to. It was best to just leave her alone, I knew what it felt like, exactly, and I knew it wasn't fun, it still wasn't, I could still hardly move, I was only a little ahead of her on the road to recovery…

Ok, that one was a little longer :P That one was a little slow, I know, it was kinda… dull? Kinda, not saying it was. BUT… you will have noticed a hint in there about Amy? Yes, this story isn't over yet, I would expect it to go to about….. 18-20 chapters? Don't worry though, even after that, the story isn't over :P It's a trilogy after all, much more to go onto! Starting up school 2morrow though, so you might not see as much of me around… at least not for a week or two. Anyhow… see ya all later, and please review!