Phew, onto the fourth chapter already. This chapter too has a lot of editing. I'm going to introduce several new versions of different characters you've already met in the show, but not in this story obviously.

Thanks to my chapter four reviewers!

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

Previously In Images: Danny manages to persuade the new Sam into trusting him, but it's not an easy task. And to make matters worse, his world has been completely inverted. Ghosts have taken over the world and the Danny he took the place of is leading a band of rebels against the most powerful ghost under the name of The Leader and his helpers, The Leader. If that weren't enough…his own best friend Tucker is dead….

Chapter Four

The Enemies

"What? How?" Danny demanded.

"Well, there was these people that you were fighting and they captured him, and now he's dead," Sam said really quickly. She hated the pained look she saw in his eyes. It was a look her Danny had every time Tucker was brought up. She didn't understand how this couldn't be the Danny she knew.

He sighed sadly. "So he's dead." This wasn't happening. His best friend was gone?

"Well, sort of," Sam said. She tensed up suddenly, an odd look in her eyes. Danny followed her gaze, but she grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. "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. It was all clear to him was Sam was being so different all of a sudden. Someone was there. And more than just one… Danny could hear very quiet footsteps around them, surrounding them both.

Before Danny's confusion had a chance to rise again, Sam grabbed his hand tightly. "Run!" she shouted, taking off at full speed. He didn't get the chance to see the face of the speaker. He followed her with difficulty, their feet pounding on the dead grass, near bare earth, running as fast as they could.

"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. Danny let out an extremely loud gasp, locking glances with a familiar face.

"Tucker…" Sam said tentatively. She gripped Danny's hand tightly, as if she was trying to prevent him from speaking. He didn't really need her to anyhow, he was speechless. Hadn't Sam just said that Tucker had died?

Tucker smiled. "You didn't really think you would get away, did you?" His voice was deeper and Danny also noticed something different about his smile.

"No…of course not," Sam replied sarcastically. "We're going to just stop fighting and let you bite us." The wind seemed to pick up around them and Tucker glanced around them warily.

"Sure about that?" he asked, grinning still. "You might be tasty."

"Back off," she said, holding out her hand. A blast of electricity flew from her hand and Tucker jumped upwards, dodging the bright streak of light just barely. In retaliated, he made a very low growl, almost like a hissing noise and rushed at her.

She kicked upwards in defense and managed to hit a particular sensitive spot. He hissed again and keeled over, his face scrunched up in pain.

"Come on!" Sam yelled, dragging Danny again. They ran together until they reached the side of the building.

"What the hell is going on?" he demanded.

She pulled him into her arms tightly, ignoring his question, and Danny felt suddenly dizzy. He closed his eyes, the world spinning around him. Smoke trailed behind them as they disappeared.

Then it stopped.

Danny dared to open his eyes and sway slightly, dropping to his knees. He clutched his spinning head, blinking several times.

"You never did like that," Sam said, holding out her hand. She smiled awkwardly and he took her help, rising to his feet.

"I thought you said Tucker was dead," Danny accused.

"I did, I mean, he is," Sam stuttered nervously.

"Yeah, because dead people walk around all the time," Danny snapped.

"Speak for yourself. You're half dead if you think about it," Sam pointed out.

"I mean...Tucker looks solid, Tucker was solid," he explained. "Ghosts aren't solid."

"Tucker's not a ghost," Sam said.

"You said he was dead," Danny repeated.

"And he is. The people that captured him were….." She broke off and averted her gaze, not sure how she should phrase what she was trying to say. "They were…they were undead."

"What's undead other than ghosts?" Danny's eyes widened suddenly, answering his own question. "He's…"

"Yeah," Sam said quietly.

"So he's a vampire," he said.

"Yeah," she said again gently.

"About two months before The Leader destroyed everything, there was what they called an Uprising. All creatures, evil and undead, were to ban together and take over. And that's exactly what they did. We were out fighting a few ghosts, and we were attacked from a group of vampires. Tucker and Valerie, and a few others, they were taken in the midst of everything."

"And then what happened?" he asked.

"We went looking for them all day. The four of them that were taken were powerful in their own ways. Tucker was always good with computers; he usually hacked into the files that the Leader kept. And Valerie was a pretty good fighter, handy with weapons. The others were really good fighters as well. When we went looking for them, they snuck up on us…and they were vampires."

Danny didn't say anything, running a hand through his hair. Who could possibly be so powerful enough to do this to whatever world this was…?

A thought occurred to him suddenly. "Did…did Danny ever tell you anything about The Leader?"

Sam shook her head. "Well…he said that he was rich. And that was all."
The assumption Danny had had was true at least. Could Plasmius really be involved in this? Everyone else that he'd known in his own world was completely opposite of what they were in this world. It would make sense if Plasmius was some ruler that had taken over the world. His archenemy would do anything to make people fear him.

Sam touched his arm lightly and he jumped. "Look. You've had a rough night. We should just get some sleep. It's getting late. And the more rest we get, the more we'll be ready enough to…do whatever it takes to either get you home…or get you ready enough to face the Leader."

Fear gripped Danny for a minute and he tensed. In his world, Danny had lost a lot of battles to Plasmius. He could have more powers here…it sure sounded like it. And now he had helpers, The Followers. If he really was stuck here, would he have what it would take to defeat him?

Another thought hit him. What if The Leader wasn't Plasmius? What if it was an even darker, stronger ghost? Plasmius was difficult enough to face…Danny couldn't imagine something more difficult.

"You can relax," Sam said. He blinked in surprise and then remembered that she could read minds. She had probably heard his fearful thoughts and doubts. "You're safe here."

For the first time, Danny took a glance at his surroundings. They seemed to be in some sort of hideout. There were large beds spread throughout the wide room and weapons ranging from small stakes to large axes were tacked to the wall. A counter sat over on the far wall, had dishes and boxes and cans of food; a mini refrigerator was humming next to it.

"We're the only ones who know about this place," Sam said, watching him. "One way in, one way out. The entire building is underground. And even if The Leader assumed we were here, he'd have to knock down the secrecy runes and spells we have everywhere."

The two of them looked up when they heard voices.

"There's only so many levels a witch can exceed to," said a voice. It sounded familiar to Danny and for what felt like the billionth time that night, he was getting confused.

"No there isn't. A witch can have innumerable powers," argued another voice.

Two girls appeared from wisps of smoke, both teleporting into the room, arguing all the while with each other. Both of the girls were blonde, one slightly taller, the other curvier.

"But that doesn't mean a witch can do whatever she wants. Remember the Law of Three?" the girl said.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean we can't--"

"Hello?" Sam interrupted.

The girls turned around, automatically stopping their argument to turn to Sam. They looked similar, save for their eyes. One had a deep blue-green, where the other had blue.

"Not that I don't love hearing you two argue, but we have some problems," Sam said sarcastically. "But first, what did you guys find out?"

"The Leader seems to be extremely happy. We were spying on some of his Followers. They were talking about a new arrival or something. Paulina insisted on following them, but you told us to meet you here around one, so I pulled her away," the blue-green eyed girl said.

Paulina set her hands on her hips, annoyed. "How else are we going to find out what they're up to? Ever heard of we're witches? It's not like we can't just get out of there."

"Paulina, Jazz enough. We have to focus. I think I know what they're talking about," Sam said, staring at Danny's surprised face. He looked back and forth from the two sisters, disbelief etched on his face.

"Paulina?" Danny asked. Besides their hair color, the girls looked almost the same from the two girls in his world.

"What?" she asked. Even her voice was the same, slightly accented.

"They're different aren't they?" Sam asked, turning to face him.

He nodded. "Are they sisters?"

"Yes. What are they in your world?" she asked.

"Paulina's...a friend. Jazz in my sister," he whispered quietly.

"Okay, freaked out now. Anyone care to explain?" Paulina asked.

"This isn't Danny. He came from another world. He must be the new arrival the Followers were talking about," Sam explained.

Jazz's eyes narrowed. "So who is he?"

"I trust him, so you should too," Sam said, grabbing his hand and smiling comfortingly up at him.

"Where did you come from?"

"Twenty questions again, huh?" he asked, sighing quietly.

"Are you sure that's not…Danny?" Jazz asked.

"What?" he replied.

"I thought you said that wasn't Danny," Paulina pointed out.

"He name is Danny. But he isn't our Danny," Sam explained. "Look, you two get some rest. Tomorrow I want to do a circle to see if we can find what the heck is going on."

"Sam….The Leader knows we're witches. He has it blocked. We'll kill ourselves," Paulina complained.

"We can at least try and see," Sam said.

"You…don't have to do this for me," Danny said.

"Don't be silly," she said. "You don't want to go home? If it were me, I'd be like freaking out right now I was in your position."

"I think I want to stay and help at least," he decided, feeling his heart clench.

Sam was silent for a minute. Finally, she leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "There are times I wonder if you're human."

"He's only half human," Jazz replied.

"I was referring to the fact that even if he's not my Danny, he's still trying his hardest to help…just like Danny."

"And how does the real Danny feel about you kissing someone else?" Paulina said grinning. She coughed as Sam gave her a deadly look. "Shutting up."

"Let's get to sleep. We'll be rested and more powerful," she said. "And we need power if the Leader is going to attack."

"But--" Paulina began, stopping when Sam gave her a look.

"Okay..."Jazz sighed.

She and Paulina walked off, taking off their black capes and laying them down on separate beds.

Jazz's bed had a shelf at the head that was lined with books. Danny smiled; some things never changed. Back in his own world, Jazz was still a bookworm.

He glanced over to Paulina's bed next. Her bed sheets were pink with blue polka dots and miniature unicorns and stars rested on her headboard. Danny had never seen Paulina's bed in his own world fortunately, but he was sure it was at least similar.

Both girls seemed to fall asleep instantly. Sam had left to change into pajamas. Danny remained in street clothes, unsure of what to change into.

Sam came out and he gasped. She was wearing a silky, halter top nightgown that was black and had purple flames reaching from the bottom up. His heart fluttered; she looked extremely sexy.

She sat down and beckoned him to the bed. "Coming?"

Sexy moment gone now. "As in the same bed?"

She sighed, smiling slightly. "I don't have cooties. And if it makes you feel better, we've never done...anything serious," she admitted, shrugging slightly.

Danny walked towards the bed. He was tired. And they weren't really "sleeping together," they were just...sleeping together. Still, that didn't stop his body from shaking with nervousness.He lay his head down, and pulled the covers over him.

And then graciously closed his eyes.

Sam grabbed his hand and traced her fingers along it. "So Danny..." She whispered. He grunted sleepily and she laughed.

"How does it feel being the most wanted ghost in the world?"

I thought about deleting the whole 'sleeping together' part, but I decided it wasn't any worse than some of my other romance fics. But if you do have a major problem with it, I'll always respect your wishes and delete some of the PDA involved in that scene.

So….nice cliffhanger on that one too, huh? Here's your sneak peek to chapter five!

Chapter Five: Most Wanted

"Where's Charger?" Sam asked.

"Who?" Danny asked. Why wasn't she answering him? He didn't think he wanted to know the answer anymore. He was confused beyond reason.

"Jazz!" Sam yelled.

The blonde haired girl sat up abruptly as if she'd been shocked by electricity. "What? What's wrong?" she asked, her sleepy eyes freakishly wide.

"Where's Charger?"

"You woke me up because you can't find Danny's evil dog?" Jazz glared at her and collapsed against her pillow again.

Lateraina Wolf