Yup very long sad chapter. I know that you have been waiting on pins and neddles for this so I hope you enjoy. For all of you that have not heard, Danny Phantom is going to be cancelled after season 3 by Nick. I feel if all the Danny Phantom fans join up we can still Save Danny. There will be a link on my profile to a petition to save him.

Disclaim: I don't own Danny.

Sam left the house around eight in the morning and walked to the cliff that fore fronted the ocean. Her dark green dress folded out on the grass. She closed her eyes listening to the ocean waves breaking against the rocks below.

"It's such a nice day, isn't it?" The voice broke the silence, but Sam didn't seem to care if the person was there are not, she kept her eyes closed.

"What are you doing here?" Sam's voice snapped.

"I wanted to talk." There was silence as she sat down next to her.

"Nice view." She tried to make conversation, but failed.

"Yea." Sam answered trying to end the talk.

"How long have you liked him?" The question was blunt, but spoken in a loving voice.

"I've only known Matt since"-

"Not him, Danny." A tint of pink crept onto her face.

"What makes you say that?" Sam questioned hoping she would give up on the topic.

"Sam, don't lie. I know you do like him. How long?"

"It doesn't matter now." Sam let out a huge sigh.

"Sam, I'll be the first one to admit that I don't like Danny, but if you two love each other; I'll hold my tongue on the matter."

"Thanks mom." She assured her, but inside she was broken. Her mother stood up and moved away from her.

"He loves you, you know." As soon as her mother was out of sight, she let out a huge sigh that she didn't know she was holding.

"A lot of good that does me now, that acceptance came three years too late." She spoke in a hushed whisper.

The two parents stormed into the grandfather's office. "We need to talk."

"What can I do for you?" He said in an unconcerned voice without looking up.

"We are going to call off the wedding." His response was laughing.

"I don't think that's your choice." He growled and then continued.

"Our agreement was Sam marries Matt, and I forget about your" He glared at Sam's father.

"Accident." He finished.

"Unless you want the press to know." Sam's dad gritted his teeth.

"That was twenty years ago. It was an accident."

"I witnessed it." Charles hissed.

"You murdered him. You murdered one of your best friends." Mr. Manson didn't answer, so the old man continued.

"A very clever plot though. How much did you pay the police? I'm surprised that you didn't steal your money." Mr. Manson lurched towards him, but Mrs. Manson held him back.

"I didn't steal any money. I earned it, and you know that. The rest I inherited." He spat angrily.

"Sam should marry who she pleases. The wedding is off." Mrs. Manson raised her voice. The two stormed out and slammed the door. The grandfather looked unmoved; a grin even remained on his face.

"We'll see about that."

The scene was unusual; Danny was practically running from one of his best friends. His hands were in fist as Tucker tried for the third time to explain himself. The past paintings and statues; all of which creped Danny out, but he kept going.

"Danny wait!" The cry was in vain.

"I don't want to talk Tucker." He snapped.

"If you let me explain."

"To who Tucker? Me, Valerie the entire town?" His voice was full of bitterness, he couldn't let it go.

"What can I do to regain your trust?" Tucker almost begged.

Danny whipped around; his eyes glowed green.

"GET OUT OF MY FACE." With fear Tucker backed with his hands protecting himself. He ran off and Sam emerged from behind one of the statues.

"That was low Danny." Her voice held a feeling of shame for him and guilt for herself.

"Don't I have a right to be mad Sam?"

"Danny I"-

"He told everyone." Danny said cutting her off. "He told everyone my deepest darkest secret." His fists suddenly gave way and he punched the wall. His eyes softened when he realized he was scaring her.

"If I told everyone at school you were rich, would you be mad."

"Danny, there is a time to be mad, and a time to let go. I've let go for all the times you abandoned me. I let it go; shouldn't you?"

"But"-

"Danny, I can't tell you what to do, but if you let your friendship grow apart you will regret it forever."

"I regretted that Matt chose you. Why would he pick you?" He muttered; unfortunately she heard every word of it.

"What did you say?"

"Noth"-

"Is there something wrong with me, that no other guy would like me? I used to think I knew you Daniel Fenton, but maybe I didn't know the real you at all." Danny realized she heard what he had said, and started to Chase after her.

"Sam, I didn't mean it like that."

"Then what did you mean." She hissed. She stormed up the stairs, leaving Danny desolate in the main room standing under the chandelier. He looked behind him as a maid was putting up a picture of Matt and Sam. He gritted his teeth at the picture. It sickened him on how happy they looked.

"Danny we need to talk to you." Danny let out a silent groan at the voices. He didn't need a trip from Sam's parents. He turned, and Mrs. Manson apologized for treating him harshly. As soon as she finished their sentence the chandelier dropped and was heading straight for Danny; who was frozen in fear.

"Danny watch out." In an instant Mrs. Manson pushed Danny out of the way and in the process she herself fell to the direct path. Her husband jumped on top of her trying to protect her. Danny stood in horror as there was a crash, a thump, and then nothing. Sam ran to the stairwell.

"What." Her voice got caught in her throat. The scene lay before her, both her parents lay dead, and Danny was on the ground next to them crying.

"Mom… Dad." She said with fear in her voice. She ran down the flight of stairs to both of them.

"They're dead Sam." Danny's tears were starting to let loose.

"How?"

"It's my fault. They saved my life…" His voice faded. Sam knew what he meant, if her parents weren't there, then Danny would be dead. She cried along with him, but Danny stopped and just held her close to him.

"Danny…you…could…have…and…now…they…are." She spoke in incomplete sentences. She was still in complete shock; her mind wasn't realizing what had happened.

"Sam, I'm sorry."

"What's going on here?" The two turned to see Matt's grandfather. Sam gently pushed Danny off her and stood; trying to be strong.

"My parents are dead." Danny saw delight in his eyes; but his voice masked it.

"I'm sorry Samantha. We will hold a proper funeral tonight."

"Thank you sir."

"Matt." A moment later he appeared in the doorway. His face showed disgust.

"What happened here?" He shot a glance at his grandfather.

"It was very unfortunate that Sam's parent's, because of an accident are now dead. We are holding a funeral tonight. Please escort Sam to her room."

"Right away." Matt wrapped his arms around her holding her steady. She left the broken shattered glass and her parent's corpse. Danny followed them and instead went to his room where he altered into his ghost form. He turned intangible and invisible and walked through the wall in Sam's room. Matt was hushing her and tried to kiss her, but she pushed away, which made feel at least some hope.

"I need to be alone." Matt nodded and left the room. She lay down on her bed and started to cry. Danny walked over and started stroking the uncovered portion of her back.

"Danny." She whispered.

"Come on out." He became visible and she embraced him tightly.

"I'll go if you want to be alone." One second passed, then two, in her eyes she held a passion to no man could explain.

"No." She whispered.

"Just hold me." She buried her head into his chest, and he wrapped his arms lovingly around her.

"I'm here Sam." He reassured her. Around six hours later he had departed the room, and slipped into a tux. He met Sam at her door around a half an hour later. She wore a beautiful black dress; that Danny could only stand in awe in. He squeezed her hand.

"Ready?" He asked letting go of her hand. He didn't want this to be about winning her over; even if he wanted to.

"I appreciate this Danny." She spoke solemnly

"I promised I would be there for you, I just never thought death to be part of it. They are going to cremate them." They walked silently down the hall and out of the horse. Once in the presence of darkness Sam slipped her hand into his, without knowing it their hands intertwined. When Matt came into view however; she pulled away and started playing with her ring on her finger. They brought the corpses out and laid them out. Fredrick waited for Sam's approval then lit the fire.

"Sam, a few words? Matt offered.

"My parents…" She paused to glance over at the flicking dancing of the fire.

"Weren't the best parents I admit. Most of the time they weren't home, but because of them I have two very strong friendships with my two best friends now." There was a ghost of a smile on Danny's face.

"Though the years I have grown so much, but they still meant so much even when I said that I hated them. I think I used the word to distract me into really loving them. They were so different from me. I hate wearing pink dresses, and being called Samantha, but that was their way of showing that they loved me. There was one thing that my mom never said to Danny that she did with me before she died." Danny ear's perked up.

"She said that she would accept my friendship with Danny even thought she doesn't like the idea."

'So, I changed the words a little.' She thought dryly.

"I think that forgives everything that they have ever done." Her eyes were entranced in the flickering lights as the fire danced with itself.

"I love you Mom and Dad." There was silence as she stepped back to let Matt's grandfather speak. She stood next to Danny grasping his finger behind his back. By nine o' clock the funeral was over, and Sam was left with the ashes. She felt arms slide around her waist; pulling her into a hug.

"You did the right thing Sam." His voice was calm and soothing just what she needed right now.

"I know…Danny." She pulled away so they could see eye to eye.

"Yes."

"You have been like a brother I've never had over the years and I…"

"Sam…what are you getting at?"

"Danny, since my real father is gone. I was hoping… you would give me away." Her voice faded, she knew it was too much to ask, but she wanted him to do it, considering both of her grandfathers were dead. Danny's eyes shifted from her hopeful lilac eyes to the ashes. He felt guilt hang over him, it was the least he could do. He answered only in a whisper.

"Yes."

An.- Wow. I know you all will yell at me some in delight and some...not. THere are only around three more chapters left. I know it seemed like yesterday with 9, but don't worry there is a sequel.

Things I don't exect you to know...
Sam's parent's dying.- Believe it or not there is a purpose for that...
Danny saying yes...- er well he feels guilty enoguh said.

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