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"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Flashbacks

Disclaimer: Don't own Danny Phantom, but I do own the original characters Morbid and Pallas Dark.

Now onto the story!

Chapter IV

"A secluded clinic to help the emotionally depressed?" Maddie Fenton read disbelievingly. "Are you sure this is necessary, Honey?"

"Absolutely. Our developing young minds cannot take the stress of this recent loss. Both Sam and Tucker are showing the early stages of depression that could at any time escalate to aggression or even suicide. It is imperative to treat this at its earliest form."

Jazz sat across from her parents going over her 'excuse-that-could-pass-for-reality' plan as Tucker like to call it. She could see the doubt on their faces along with the fresh agony of worry pulling on their eyes. They looked worse for wear and Jazz figured they did not sleep well after the kidnapping.

"Danny is not a 'loss'," her mother put after Jazz's explanation.

"I know, I know. If you want, I also have a clinic for you, mom and dad, to go to. It might help."

"I think we'll just stay here, Jazz," her father spoke. "Have you checked with Sam and Tucker's parents yet?"

"I think their doing that now."

It wasn't hard for Sam to shed a few tears as she explained her 'condition'. In fact ever since Danny's kidnapping she hadn't really felt anything, just a deadening numbness. Nevertheless this gave her hope, however small it may be. Jazz warned her that this ghost hunting business would be difficult at first and they might not get a lead for days, but all Sam wanted was to see Danny's smiling face again; his soft blue eyes, silky raven hair...

Sam blushed slamming on the brakes to that train of thought before it went too far.

"Sweetie," her mother asked looking at her strangely. "Are you ok? You zoned out for a while. Why don't you explain more about this clinic?"

"It's out in the wild where we can freely talk about our emotions and what happened at Circus Gothica. There are no phones or computer or radios so we won't be distracted but you can call me on my cell if you need anything." Her parents looked at her. Really looked at her not like their puzzled glances because of what she wore, or their quick glimpse as she told them she was heading out for a while. It almost made Sam guilty, lying to them like this, but the thought of Danny quickly banished all traces of guilt. She had to save him.

"If this is truly what you want, Samantha, we'll back you 100 percent," they said hugging her. They didn't see her determined smile as she answered.

"Thanks."

Convincing his parents to let Tucker go to this clinic was easier than Tuck expected. As soon as he explained what it was about and that Jazz and Sam were hoping to leave tomorrow, his mother helped him pack his clothes and accessories that instant.

"Mom, I'm going to a clinic not a new house," Tucker whined as his mother stuffed another pair of shorts in his already brimming suitcase.

"I'm just making sure you have everything you need. Now if you need anything, just call, ok?"

"Sure, mom."

Hazing fog formed a barrier that Danny couldn't penetrate, couldn't see through and couldn't feel. Numbness left his body sensation-less where he felt neither cold nor warm. Just numb.

Danny sat, his legs refused to move under him and he didn't know how long he had been in that position. The last thing Danny remembered was fighting relentlessly against the mind control of Freak Show as he watched Sam plummet to the ground from atop of the tight wire. He also remembered saving her, then the rest was a blur of smog and smoke; colors and images, none that he could remember at that moment.

Danny tried to go back further into his memory-- or more recently, which ever came up first. And image of Sam appear. She looked worried, her hair careened about her face and her amethyst eyes looked strait at...him.

Danny heard his voice though it sounded different. Forced, more deviant than normal.

"Quiet! All of you! I need to think..."

Something was in his hand. A stick perhaps. No, wait. A staff. The staff Freak Show used to control ghosts.

"What's happening?" Danny whispered aloud as he saw in his memory Sam inching closer and closer to the edge, closer to her death.

"Why don't I move?" Danny cried. "MOVE!" But nothing happened and he watched Sam take the last step and slip over the edge. Finally his view changed, looking like he jerked forward to try to save her, but he stopped suddenly and the images ceased.

"Sam..." Danny moaned. She was dead, wasn't she? He had a chance to save her but he didn't... and now, she was gone.

"NOOOOO!"

Well, that's it for chapter 4. I hope you enjoyed!