Hey guys, thanks a lot for the reviews! Oh, and about the swearing, they are fourteen years old. What fourteen-year-old doesn't swear? If they weren't on a kids program, I guarantee you they would swear. That's just my opinion though, I will continue the swearing where it fits into place, sorry, but it kinda goes along with the story. And the grammar errors… heehee, I don't pay attention, obviously, and I type at the speed of light, so I make some mistakes, sorry guys, I'll try and watch myself a little more now. Anyhow, here is your next chapter!

Chapter 16: Valerie's capture? Or not?

(Sam's POV)

As I woke up the next day, Danny was missing from my room, which meant he must have been in therapy right now. I sat up a little, and looked over at a clock hung perfectly on the wall, two in the afternoon. Wow, I had never slept like that before, but I guess I needed to build my energy back up. It must have meant Danny just left the room recently, so I was going to be sitting here for two hours doing nothing.

I reached over for the remote, my arms still not fully moveable made it hard to stretch them all the way out. But, after a few seconds of pain, I had the remote in my grasp, and I pulled back fast, to relieve myself.

I pushed the power button, and the TV faded into view, an image of Valerie planted on the TV. I stared at it for a second, a picture of the actual Valerie, and herself in her suit, side-by-side. Obviously she was in trouble now, or she was on the run.

"Valerie Gray, a teen who has become a horror to Amity, has injured two teenagers, Samantha Manson, and Danny Fenton. Both of them now in hospitals, trying to recover from major damages," she paused, but then started again. " Valerie needs to be found, and hopefully put into prison for what she has done. If you have seen her, please call this number," she said, and a Number covered the whole screen. It was important, and I guess people cared a lot, probably thinking she would be a threat to other people.

"I hope she gets caught," I mumbled to myself, and changed the channel, all of them talking about her. It was a big event now. Well, this looks like Danny and I have our 15 minutes of fame. More than that, but this wasn't exactly the way I planned on it happening. I sighed, looking at all the channels, thinking of what had happened, when something caught my eye. I stopped it on the station, and stared at the TV.

"Young Amy Manson has gone missing from her home. Valerie is the blame for the disappearance, but is it true? No one is for sure about it, but since she was harming both of her parents, we are expecting it to be her fault."

Great… Thanks for announcing that! Gosh! Just what I needed, when I started school back up, I would get teased for the rest of my life, I would never hear the end of it. Wait… why was I thinking about that first? Amy's missing! What would Danny think when he heard about this? I was in shock, but what I thought about most, was that she was dead. Valerie picked her up before she left, she probably took her somewhere and killed her. But I shouldn't be thinking like that… maybe that wasn't it.

Whatever was happening, I couldn't do anything about it though, I was hopeless, and the only possible way is if they caught Valerie, and retrieved her then, but she was probably going to use Amy for something. Either they let her go or she dies, or some stupid, disgusting thing like that. I didn't know how some could be that sick to stick a baby in trouble like that, but Valerie was. I don't know why, maybe because she lost everything in her life? But that wasn't a reason to do all this, because this was going to cause her to go in jail, she would be in worse condition that way, so what was she thinking? Maybe she didn't care, she just wanted to make other lives miserable, and throw her life away as a cost.

I flipped the channel, the only ones not talking about it were the kid's channels, I didn't want to watch all that crap, I was part of it, I knew what was going on. Besides, there was nothing wrong with cartoons, although there wasn't much that I liked. I still couldn't believe all those stations were talking about that, I didn't think it would be that big of a deal outside of my life, but it was affecting the whole city. What they didn't understand, was that Valerie was after us, no one else, she wasn't going to harm anyone else, she just wanted to make Danny's life miserable.

I watched a cartoon for a little while, but then looked around the room. Why couldn't they have a radio? It would be a LOT more interesting than the junk there was to watch on TV at the moment. I sighed, and flipped the TV off, one last flash came from it, and then I stared at the clock. 2:10, this day was going to last forever. Watching the clock of course, made time go by even slower, so instead, I laid back down all the way, and began to stare at the ceiling. I wanted to fall asleep, but I was no longer tired, just in a lot of pain.

I wonder how Danny was doing right now? He would probably be up and walking with no problem in a few days, while I was much weaker than he was. He may look weak, and scrawny, but he wasn't. Not at all, he was strong in his heart, which mattered most. He believed he could do anything, which was a big help to him. He was also a fast healer. For how much he got bruised, and cut, he managed to heal from all his injuries with no problems. Ever since he got his powers he had grown a lot stronger, he could beat up Dash any day, but then everyone would have to wonder what was going on.

I on the other hand, stood there most of the time, either holding the thermos, or helping him a little, but not ever with the fighting. Those ghosts would kill me with no problem, Danny had been strong all along, or else he would have been dead from the beginning as well, he just didn't know it. Although, he was shaky on his first fight, and I was worried for him a lot at the beginning.

Thinking of him was making the time go by a little faster. Although, that's pretty much all I did was thought about him. He was always on my mind, he was all that mattered to me. That, and Amy and Tiffany. Amy who was missing, and who knows what was going to happen to her. Although most teens would probably find it odd to be a parent, and you would think they wouldn't get attached, I did. I guess it might have been because they were Danny's and mine. I didn't know why, because I have to admit, I didn't like having two babies at the age of fourteen, although I was nearly 15.

"Sammy? Oh, your awake!" I heard my crying mother say as she ran through the door into my room. I smiled at her, happy to at least see someone, at least she cared.

"Hey mom," I said, sounding much better than I had the previous day. My breathing was getting better, along with my voice.

"Oh, you poor thing. They're looking for her," she reassured to me about Valerie's capture. I was sorta embarrassed, she was talking to me as though I was a little kid, but who cares? It's not like as though I was being watched, so I might as well enjoy it anyway.

"Yeah, I saw it on the TV. And Amy…" I pushed towards that subject. I wanted to know if my mom knew about it or not… although I was kinda thinking she would have.

"Yes, she's gone, I'm so sorry hunny," she said, not exactly sounding as though she cared.

"What happened?"
"I went in the room, but she wasn't there. I searched the whole house, everything, I couldn't find her, so I thought it must have been that Valerie. Why is it that she hates you so much?"
I wanted to tell her that she didn't hate me, she hated Danny, but then my mom would blame him for all of it, which wouldn't be a good thing at all.

"I dunno. Not like I did anything to her."

"Did Danny?" She asked me, catching onto my lies. She knew it probably had something to do with 'imperfect' Danny. She never liked him, up until a little while ago. She all the sudden cared, for whatever reason, I had no idea.

"No, Danny had no problems with her at all. I mean, she was more popular, and always hated both of us, but nothing that would take her to this extent."

"Oh. Yeah," she said, but she wasn't agreeing with me all the way, she could tell I wasn't saying the whole story.

Just then, the door opened up, at 2:45, and a pained Danny walked through the door, our therapist right behind him.

"OH, hello Mrs. Manson," she greeted her, after my mom shot an odd glance at her, watching Danny walk in the room stiffly.

"You are?" She asked, still watching Danny walking slowly to his bed, his clothes stained with fresh blood once again.

"Their therapist," she said, stretching out her hand to shake with my mom. She shook her hand reluctantly, but kept her eyes on Danny.

"You gonna take care of them like that? Shouldn't you have someone take care of him?" She asked, probably not caring about Danny, just wondering if I was going to be treated the same way.

"Oh, he'll be all right. As soon as he lies down again and all, he'll be just fine. Can't baby him, it won't help any."
"I don't think that's exactly true. That can get infected," she said, and the therapist rolled her eyes, but I knew my mom was right about it, it wasn't exactly good on him at all. I watched him walk by me, and he shot me a short smile, but he didn't look like himself at all. He looked extremely miserable, it made me sad to see him like that. His eyes seemed to be a more faded color, his hair a mess, and he looked extremely tired, dragging his feet a little, and trying to hold in the fact that he was in pain. A spot of blood fell to the floor, and this time I spoke up about it.

"Someone needs to come in here, he's dripping blood," I told her, pointing at the drop of blood lying on the floor.

"All right, I'll go get someone," she gave up, and she walked out the door, hopefully to not return again, it looked as though she was pushing Danny to far.

"What happened?" I asked him, and he turned to look at me, his eyes still filled with pain. I frowned, and stared into his eyes, waiting for a reply.

"She just isn't exactly easy on you. She makes you run on a treadmill, and keeps raising the speed until you fall over because you can't keep up with it. Then she made me do 10 push ups, and I had to do them or else I wasn't able to leave. Then crunches, and stretches, things in which hurt like he-heck," he whined, and cut off what he was going to say, noticing my mom finally.

"Aww, you gonna be all right?" I asked him, not being like my mom though, and actually caring about him. She was watching all our movements though, as though she was studying us, which was kinda annoying me. I couldn't say anything though, it's not like as though she was being mean, or saying anything, just watching us.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, you Ok?"

"Yeah, better than you right now I think."

"That's good to hear."

A nurse came walking in, and once again had to change his bandage, and clothes, but not his bed at least this time. He had some major blood loss that was for sure. I didn't know how bad I was exactly, not yet.

"Can we have you stand up while we're finishing him off?" One of the two nurses asked me politely, and I nodded un-surly. I shifted around a little, my back tensing up a little on me and pain shooting through me, but I tried my hardest to ignore it, squinting my eyes, trying to fight the pain. My mom noticed, and stood up immediately to help me up, she had been there when Danny went through it all before too.

"Want help?" My mom asked me, and I shook my head no, not yet at least. I would try my hardest first, but if not succeeding, I would get help. I also kept an eye on Danny, aware of the fact that he might have been loosing to much blood, like he had before. I on the other hand, had no blood underneath of myself when I stood up. I looked a little shocked and happy both at the same time. I had stood up with a little bit of a problem, but not much, and no blood had leaked outside of my bandage. Also, I wasn't feeling to bad other then that sharp pain running through my body, and I was a little light headed and weak.

"Wow, your doing pretty good Sam," my mom told me, and I nodded happily, but then I remembered Danny, who wasn't doing so good. Why had I been recovering much faster, and better than he had been? I would rather have let him recover fast, and let me stay here injured.

After Danny was back in bed, the nurses came up by my side, and looked me over.

"No blood… Hmm, you might not be in here as long as we thought you would be. It didn't get into you as bad as him though, which is lucky enough for you. Well, maybe by next week, you can be gone then?"

"That would be great," my mom smiled, but I had to frown on that one. Danny wasn't doing good, and I was? That wasn't possible… I didn't want to leave him here!

"What about Danny?" I asked them, not caring for my own health.

"Well, things aren't on the bright side for him right now. But, he should be fine," one of them said doubtfully, and I just kept staring at them with begging eyes.

"There isn't much we can do. Maybe take him off of the therapy, and wait till he heals a while. But, you can start tomorrow, can you walk for us please?"

I took a step forward, a little shaky, but not to bad. I walked to the door, and then back to my bed with hardly a problem. Maybe Danny had gotten hit harder? Maybe she hit him with something she didn't hit me with? One thing was, she didn't need those weapons, she didn't use them correctly. Not for good anyway, but maybe she was never meant for the good side at all.

"Very good, you can lay back down now, if you would like," they said, as though they didn't care if I decided to get out of bed or not. While as for Danny, it was he had to stay in bed, he wasn't allowed to leave unless accompanied by someone else.

I got back in bed anyway, there wasn't anything to walk around for, especially not if you were in pain. Although I wasn't bleeding much, and I was walking, I still had a terrible pain. Although, if mine was this bad, Danny's would only be worse.

"Well Sam, I'm gonna head back home, all right sweety?"

"Yeah," I agreed, and turned to look at Danny, ignoring my mom. She got up, and I heard the door close.

"Danny, you awake?" I asked him, since his head was facing in the other direction.

"Yeah. What is it?" He asked me, and I could sense something odd about the way he was talking, almost as though he was upset about something.

"Do you know yet?"

"Know what?"

"Amy… Valerie took her."

This made him turn his attention toward me, and he looked a little surprised, but in yet, a shadow of despair came across him, and he just shrugged.

"Nothing we can do about it now," he said, as though he really didn't care. It was as though he wasn't himself, I hadn't seen him this way ever before, I couldn't tell exactly what was on his mind, but something was bothering him.

"Danny, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Ok… What's on your mind?"

"What's on my mind? Hmm… I'm thinking that maybe I'm going to die soon. And I'm thinking that we're being watched."

"Danny… don't think your going to die… and why do you feel as though…"

My words were shattered though as Valerie broke through the screen on the window. A hatred look filling her face, she must have thought we had told someone. She must have known we did, us and Tucker were the only people that knew about what she had done to us. My mother also caught a glimpse of her, but that wasn't enough of anything.

"Daniel Fenton, and Sam Manson. You two ratted on me, didn't you? You just had to tell someone, you had to make sure I got caught for it, hmm?"

"Valerie… What do you want?" I asked her, but really wanted to get up, and run down the hall to find someone for help. The urge to ran through me, but something kept me sitting there as still as can be. As though I needed to stay there, I couldn't leave.

"What do I want? I want you to say someone else did this to you. I don't want to get caught for this! If I do, I could spend my whole life in jail!"

"You should have thought of that before you attempted to kill us."

"How come Danny isn't saying anything, hmm? Did I hurt him to much?" She said, as she walked up to Danny. I was about ready to get up, but instead, Danny sat up, ready for whatever was coming his way.

"No, Valerie, I'm not hurt to much. And could you just leave us alone? We never said it was you, someone else must have seen you or something. I swear."

"Oh? Well, if that was true, then don't you think everyone would know who Danny Phantom was? If they saw you being attacked, for sure they would have seen you change back when you were attacked?"

"Maybe so, or maybe not. Who knows what someone saw, it could have been Tucker that ratted on you, but we didn't."

"Tucker, wouldn't have done that. And I'm not blaming any of this on Tucker, it's all your fault. If you wouldn't have messed with my life, none of this would have happened!" She said, and she looked almost sad instead of angry.

"Valerie, Danny never did any of that. It wasn't his fault," I reassured her, but then she straightened herself back out, and gave me a dirty look.

"Oh? It wasn't his fault? I think it was. Now… let's leave this up to you Manson," she said, and walked over to Danny, and I tensed up, there was no telling what her wacko mind was telling her to do next.

"You either agree to saying someone else did it," she said, raising her gun up to Danny's head, "Or you can go off, and tell someone I'm in here, but I can promise you, Danny won't be here when you return."

"I'm not telling on someone else, when you did it Valerie," I told her, but then had to think about it. What would I choose? What was there left for me to do?

Okey-Dokey. You guys can go ahead and review. Flames are welcome, all that normal junk. Please review if you read it, and blah blah blah. I need a new way to close this out, lol. Anyhow, I should update this again soon… hopefully. See ya later!