Hello! Back with chapter three of Images. This chapter is the chapter that I really went too fast and messed a lot of things up, so this chapter is the start of some major editing. Enjoy!

Thanks to my chapter three reviewers!

Anne Camp aka Obi-quiet, Penguin, Bonnie Mizuhara, Snow Owl Queen, Phantom Alchemist, The FuzyLlama

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon Studios.

Previously In Images: An escape from the wall he'd been stuck in leads Danny into another world…where he comes face to face with another version of himself.

Chapter Three

The Wiccan

A girl stood above him; looking at him and smiling. She wore a black tee shirt with a purple oval in the center, black and green skirt, purple panty hose, and black boots, choker, and bracelets. It was topped off with a long black cape and waist long black hair.

"Sam?" Danny asked, his eyes widening.

"Are you alright?" She kneeled down to his level, her bright purple eyes looking into his deeply.

"Yeah, I think so," he replied. What was wrong with him? He hadn't meant to say that. She stood up and held out her hand. He grabbed it and pulled himself up.

"Did the Leader catch you or something?" she asked.

"The who?" Danny asked, looking around. Nothing looked the same. Instead of the picnic park with its tables and summer/spring umbrellas, there was nothing behind the school.

"Are you sure you're all right Danny?" she asked. She looked into his eyes and Danny felt a strange tingling sensation.

Suddenly she leaped on top of him and they crashed to the ground again, and she pressed her lips to his.

She pulled away. "Come on, where's it at?" she asked excitedly, searching around Danny's pant pockets.

"Where's what?" he asked. He was extremely confused now.

"You got me something, didn't you? That's why you're acting so weird," she said.

She screamed excitedly when she pulled a small bottle out of his jean pocket. She read the label and smiled; leaning down, she kissed him again.

"Rose. Ooh, it's my favorite essential oil," Sam said. "Thanks."

At last she got off of him. He lay there a while, trying to figure things out.

"I'll use it for tonight's circle," she said. He wondered what that meant. She looked at him again, and he felt the same odd tingling sensation.

She backed away suddenly, a look of distrust and anger on her face. She held out her hand and a blue streak of light came out and hit Danny, who smacked up against the school's wall.

"Who are you?" she asked, holding her hand out threateningly.

"Okay, ow..." he said, getting up with difficulty.

She fired again, but this time, he was prepared and held out his hands, ready to throw up an ecto-shield. But nothing happened. The blast hit him hard, sending him reeling backwards into the wall again.

"Okay, Sam, listen." He managed to get her to stop walking.

"My name is Danny. Except this isn't me; I was being chased and I got stuck in this place and I walked out here and I met you," he explained quickly.

"What?" she asked, her eyes set in disbelief.

"Something is seriously messed up here. This isn't me, and you don't look like that," he said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Okay, listen to me," he said again. He saw her hand clench in warning and he stopped moving. "My name is Danny Fenton. I was being chased down by this ghost hunter--"

"You're a ghost?" she asked.

"I'm half ghost," he replied.

"Continue," she ordered, nodding. He noticed that there wasn't as much suspicion in her eyes, but now more confusion.

"The ghost hunter hit me with some kind of weapon. It took away my powers…I think for twenty four hours. That's what she said."

"She?"

"Valerie Gray," he replied.

Her eyes widened. "W..what world are you from?" she stammered.

"Not this one," he said, staring around. All of the trees were bare and dead, like nothing could grow anymore. It was cold and still; almost too quiet.

"Say I believe you. Where did my Danny go?"

He decided to ignore the way she had said 'my Danny' and cleared his throat. "I'm not really sure."

"How did you get here?" she asked. He still watched her extended arm warily, but she seemed to be believing him.

"I came through a wall. I was stuck in this wall after my powers shut down. But I found this door. And when I opened it, I was here….wherever here is."

"What year is it?"

"In my world, it's 2005."

"How old are you?"

"I'll be fifteen in two months," he replied.

"Birthday?"

"December 19, 1989." He was trying to answer her rapid fire questions as fast as he could, trying to figure out what she was trying to do at the same time.

"Favorite color?"

"Blue," he said.

"Eh, wrong answer," she said. "You're not Danny."

"No, no, no," he said quickly. "I'm not your Danny, remember?"

"What did you say your name was?" she asked.

"Danny…" He sighed, not wanting to say this, because he didn't usually like saying his full name, but if it would get her to trust him… "Daniel Jackson Fenton."

"How do I know you're not one of the Followers, overshadowing him?" she asked.

"Because, number one, I don't know what the heck a Follower is, and number two, if your Danny and me…or whatever are the same person, I can usually fight back against overshadowing," he said.

"One last question," she said. "How do I get my Danny back?"

"I…I don't know," he replied honestly.

She nodded and finally lowered her hand. "Follow me, but don't get close. I still don't trust you." Before he could say anything, she started walking, watching him out of the corner of her eye, diagonally from him so that she could see him better.

"Look," he said after a few minutes of silence. "You don't have to trust me. But you should know that I would never hurt you. I promise. And I don't break promises anymore."

She stopped suddenly and he nearly ran into her, accidentally sidestepping too far over. As soon as their skin came into contact with each other, a spark went through them both.

Sam gasped, turning around. "I don't understand," she said, rubbing her arms as if she were cold. "How can you say you're not Danny…when you act almost exactly like him?"

"I don't know," he said again. "I don't know a lot of things right now."

"Honesty," Sam said, laughing shortly. She turned around again and began walking again. "Danny was always honest with me. I guess I should believe you then." She gave him a smile and he resisted cheering 'yes!' loudly.

"Where are we?" he asked.

She took a while to answer. "If you came from another, well, I wouldn't know what you would call it, so let's call it another world, what's it like? Environmentally."

"It's brighter…it's like this world has seen its end," he replied.

She turned to him, her expression solemn. "It has unfortunately. Ghosts and other creatures have taken over the world, destroying everything that lives."

"Oh."

"They see life as something that they'll never have again," she explained. "They're jealous of anything that lives. Most humans are dead."

"So how are we alive? Well…you and Danny."

"The Leader wants to make us suffer first. So my Danny is leading a group of rebels with power that will help him defeat the Leader and his followers."

"Who's the Leader?"

"No one but Danny knows," she replied.

"This world gets better and better every passing minute," he said.

She glanced back at him again. "So…if your world is different….am I there? Have you even met me, I mean?"

"Umm…your name is still Sam, and we're best friends," he said. "But you don't have…powers…and you don't really…."

"What?" she asked, stopping again.

"You don't like me in the way that I think you do here," he told her.

"That sucks," she said. "Cause I love my Danny. We've been together since the apocalypse began. We thought that we'd never be separated that way."

"How do you have powers?" he asked.

"I've been studying Wicca a month after The Leader and his followers burned down my house. I cast a spell so that I would be connected with the Earth. Ever since, I've been able to control the elements, plus electricity."

She turned to him. "Well, sorry Danny, but you're going to have to deal with our relationship, cause I'm not going to just live without it if you're here forever," Sam said.

Danny didn't know what to say about that.

"Who said you had to say anything?" she asked randomly.

It took him a while to figure what she meant. "Are you reading my mind or something?" he asked, knowing it sounded crazy.

"Yep," she replied simply.

"That's creepy," he said.

She laughed, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "That's exactly what my Danny said too." She shook her head. "This is really too weird."

Suddenly, she tapped her fingers together, thinking. Then she laughed, closed her eyes, and disappeared from sight in a whirl of smoke.

"Sam?" he said, slightly freaked out.

She appeared in front of him and he yelled in shock. "Boo!" she said, overcome in laughter. "God, you should have seen the luck on your face."

"How did you do that?" he asked breathlessly.

"I'm Wiccan, remember? You're not the only one with powers in this world. Ever since The Leader took over, we found a few recruits and we all made a pact to get some type of power so that we'd be able to defend ourselves against the Followers the Leader sent after us."

"What do you know about the Leader?"

"That's the thing….the only one who knew anything about the Leader was Danny…so unless you have access to his memories, which you don't seem to, you probably won't ever find out." She looked down. "Not that I'm trying to get rid of you…but how much longer do you think you'll be here."

He sighed. "Another question I can't answer. I don't know. I don't understand anything about this. I'm sorry."

"Don't be…" She gasped suddenly.

"What?"

"Why are you suddenly here?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said again.

"You're here for a reason," she realized. "The Leader must have sent you for something. Whatever it is, if he's taken away your powers, it can't be good. Great." She started walking again, faster now.

"I'm sorry," he said again.

"For what?" she asked. "It's not your fault you're here."

"I know…but I feel helpless, like I'm not doing anything. I'd like to help you," he said. "It's you and Tucker…right?"

She stopped suddenly again and he ran into her from behind, the same shock running between them.

"What?" he asked, stepping backwards.

"You…you don't know," she said.

"Know what?"

She turned to him, her expression somber. "Tucker….is…"

"What?" he asked, wondering what could be so bad.

"Tucker is dead."

I liked that cliffhanger, so I kept it the same. You know me with cliffhangers after all. As you can see, this story luckily does not have as many scene breaks, so I don't have that annoying line break everywhere.

So…was that better at least? Please R&R! Here's your sneak peek!

Chapter Four: The Enemies (Completely edited)

"When I say so, run," Sam whispered into his ear. Quite frankly, Danny was so weirded out by what she'd just done that he didn't even ask.

"Lookie here," said a familiar voice.

Before Danny's confusion had a chance to rise again, Sam grabbed his hand tightly. "Run!" she shouted, taking off at full speed. He followed her with difficulty, their feet pounding on the dead grass, near bare earth.

"Going somewhere?"

Sam stopped suddenly and Danny swerved to not run into her. Gasping, he looked up at the figure blocking their path.

And stared into a pair of green-blue eyes.

Lateraina Wolf