Danny piled his books into his locker. It was his free period and he was going to the library. Yes, he had homework, but he felt that he needed a nap more than anything. It had been one of those days.

He hadn't seen the girl for a week and a half. He had heard the shower turning on and off every so often and last Wednesday his NASA posters had disappeared from his walls. Jazz complained of thumping noises coming from the room next door, which was locked from the entire family. These complaints were ignored by their parents, who were caught up in inventing a ghost net that humans could pass through. Every so often, Danny thought he heard music coming from down the hallway, but he ignored it. As long as the girl left him alone, he was happy.

Then again, he wished she wouldn't occupy his shower. And maybe he could get her

to return his posters.

I mean, its not even like she's hot, or anything and she's dead. Danny weaved around the corridors. Kids pushed past him and yelled endearing comments, none of which he paid too much attention to. Yes, he wanted to be popular, but it would take a little while to get past the dorky-new-kid facade. Not something to be accomplished in a day, or even a month. Better to lay low.

Where the hell am I? Danny mentally berated himself. He was between the cafeteria and the teachers lounge, which he vaguely remembered being halfway across the school. Then again, his map was sitting in his locker, useless and not currently destroying his image.

A balding man approached him. "So, Mr. Fenton, is it?"

Danny glared. It worked to drive most people away.

Clearly, not this person. "Lost already, are we?"

Danny thought, Is it physically impossible for this guy not to end a sentence in a question? "Yes… Mr. Lancer, is it?" He said in a mocking tone of voice. The man was wearing a nametag.

The man sighed and rolled his eyes. "Where are you off to, Mr. Fenton? By Catcher in the Rye, shouldn't you be using a map?"

Danny glared. "Probably, Mr. Lancer. I'm going to the library." He turned and walked off, back straight and a wry smile on his face.

"Wrong way, Mr. Fenton."

Smile gone.

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With Mr. Lancers sarcastic help, Danny found the library in around fifteen minutes. He supposed he felt like a cartoon with smoke billowing from his ears.

He thrust the tan doors open, muttering angrily about overweight English teachers.

Everybody in the library looked up in synch and glared at him.

He gave a smoldering glare back. He felt like setting the building on fire, this accursed school. He stomped over to an empty seat and sat down, banging his head on the table in front of him to enjoy the last forty-five minutes of his free period.

He heard chuckling from across the table, a sound that said something along the lines of, been there, done that. "Poor guy," the kid said. "Tough first day, huh?"

Danny groaned and tried to bury his head in the imitation wood in front of him.

"Yeah, NASA-boy over here is really bad at first impressions."

Danny's head shot up and swiveled. Across from him was the African American kid who had spoken to him. Next to him was Sam. "Can't you leave me in peace?" He hissed, angrily. How dare she be here, too?

"You don't own the school!" She said, doodling on the boys notebook.

The boy looked at Danny, astonished. "You can see Sam, too?"

Danny looked at him. "You can?"

His grin was amazing. "Yeah! She just started appearing whenever I'd come in here."

He slid over his notebook. "She doodles all over my planner." Danny scanned the green book. It was filled with ghosts and steaming bowls and a girl with tears running down her face. There was one picture on every page that didn't seem to be finished. A face in shadow, always in the corner. "By the way, I'm Tucker." The boy said, grinning.

Danny felt his heart melt in sympathy and then he tensed up again. He couldn't be feeling sorry for her. "Why are you drawing all over his stuff? You can't do that!"

Sam stood up. "I can too! He bought this for me! He told me himself." She sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest. "Anyway," she said softly. "It's the only thing I can touch or do. It's either this or I kind of phase out in my room." She shot him a glare at "my room".

"It's my room and you know it." He hissed.

The librarian raised her head from her computer. "Young man, please lower your voice, people are working." In fact, most were sleeping as he had intended to.

Tucker raised both his hands in the universal symbol. "Whoa, hold on. You can hear her?"

"What, you can't?" Danny asked. How was he the only one who could hear her?

"No, I only see what she writes in response to what I say to her." Tucker raised an eyebrow at Sam.

Sam sighed and said nothing, but began writing with the pen. Tucker leaned over and read over her shoulder. Danny sat watching the scene, a bit bewildered. A look of understanding crossed the boy's face. "Oh. You're the kid who took over her room."

"What?" Danny yelped. The librarian glared at him and he lowered his voice before continuing. "She's dead. My family moved in, so it's my room." He glared at Sam, who challenged his look.

"Wait." Tucker took off the strange red hat he was wearing to run his fingers through his short black fuzz of hair. After putting on his hat, he said, "You," (pointing to Danny) "Moved into her," (he pointed to Sam) "room." They both nodded, glares not breaking. "And now, you're fighting over it." Nods again. Tucker laughed.

"What?" They said at the same time, turning to look at him.

"Don't you find this funny? It's so weird." He chuckled again, burying his head in his arms.

"No." They said at the same time, in steely voices.

Sam huffed and leaned back in her chair, still writing in the book. "It's not my fault his family decided to move into a haunted house. And there are plenty of other bedrooms on that floor. He's the one to move if anyone is." She said slowly, as if reading her writing out loud. She smiled smugly at him and put the book down, getting up to leave.

Danny felt his anger bubbling under his skin; he stood up, shoving his chair backwards. He yelled, "Why don't you just move on? I mean, clearly you're not malevolent. What are you waiting for?"

The librarian raised her head. "Young man, lower your voice at once! Who on earth are you talking to?"

Danny's words were too much for the spirit. She turned around slowly, her eyes glowing violet. "I'll show you malevolent." She muttered. Her face turned red and her eyes teared up slightly. Sam screamed, high and loud. Danny covered his ears, the piercing sound ringing through them. Nobody seemed to notice.

Suddenly, cracks spread through the windows. The clicking of thin ice reached everybody's ears, when the anguished screams did not. Everybody looked up, puzzled. One girl, closest to the windows showing the schoolyard, whimpered slightly. The flower-like designs were almost complete, unfurling from near the center of the panes. The second the cracks reached the wooden frames enclosing the glass, they blew outward with a slight explosion.

The room erupted into panic. People climbed under desks, on top of tables, screaming and shrieking, seemingly unaware that no shards of glass had entered the building.

"Move on?" Sam shrieked, hands clenched and feet on the ground. Her every movement radiated her pure rage. She vaulted the table and shoved herself in Danny's face.

"Move on? I don't even know why I'm here!" She screamed again. This time, books began rejecting their shelves and falling to the ground.

The sounds of alarm continued and rose. Nobody was being hurt, but everybody acted as if they were, covering their hands and whimpering in pain they were sure they were about to feel.

"Stop panicking! Stop panicking!" The librarian rushed from behind her desk.

"Everybody, leave the library quickly and quietly!" Her words were ignored in the excitement of the moment.

"Leave me alone!" Danny said. He grabbed her surprisingly solid shoulder and shook her slightly. "Stop hurting people! Stop living in my shower!"

"WHY!" Sam yelled. "I haven't seen you in ten days! Why are you making such a huge deal of it?" A tear ran down her cheek and she wiped at it. To Danny, she seemed more confused than anything else. "Why are you trying to make me angry?" Winds were picking up around the two of them. A tornado seemed to have formed around the now deserted couple, cutting Tucker off from their conversation. "How are you making me do this? I've never done anything like this before you came along! I don't know how to stop!"

"I DONT KNOW!" Danny yelled. He had to squint his eyes. The winds had picked up to dangerous speeds and books were flying around them and towards them. "Why are you making me act like this?" Danny yelled. He changed into Danny Phantom to protect himself. "How are you doing this? I've never seen a ghost do this!"

"I don't know!" Sam yelled. Danny squinted, amazed. She looked scared? "This hurts!"

She covered her face with her hands.

Danny realized what she meant. Shards of glass got caught up in the whirlwind and they were cutting through his suit. He pulled Sam close to protect them both, mind racing to figure out how to stop this. His eyes were squeezed shut and Tucker had long escaped the room. "Calm down!" Danny yelled into her ear, above the roar of the wind. Sam was shuddering, her face buried into his neck. Danny felt sympathetic. She had no idea how she was doing this or how to stop. He remembered going through the same thing with his sister when he first got his ghost powers, the pure terror of uncontrollable power, the absence of knowledge of how and why. "Calm down," he said more softly. "It'll be okay. Nobody's hurt. Nobody's angry." The winds were dying down, but his hand was still rubbing her back, calming her and he still felt the tears running down her face. Sam could cry. He was getting desperate. "I'll move out of the room, I promise." He said.

She chuckled through her tears, making him smile.

"It's okay, really." The winds were almost dead, just a little more. Danny searched for something to say, something to end this, something to make up for what he had started. He took a deep breath before saying. "I actually am happy to see you. I missed arguing." He felt Sam smile and the tears stop. The winds slowed and slowed until they died to the slight breeze coming through the busted windows. Danny opened an eye tentatively. The room was quite though it did look as if a tornado had hit it. Then again, it had every right to.

Sam pushed away from Danny and ran. She ran through the busted windows and disappeared from sight.

Danny stood in the middle of the wreckage with his arms still open, wondering why he wished she was still there…