Danny flew Sam out of the ghost zone, his eyes never leaving her face. She looked even paler then usual. Come on Sam. Wake up. Please.

Danny was about to fly her back to her own house when his common sense took over. Basically he thought, Idiot, how sketchy will it look to her parents if a ghost brings their unconscious daughter home?

After mentally slapping himself, he flew up to Jazz's room. He phased through the floor to see Jazz reading a physcology book at her desk.

"Jazz." He said. His voice sounded ragged and desperate, even to himself.

Jazz jumped slightly and put a hand to her heart as she turned around. "My god, Danny, you scared…" her breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of Sam. She raised her eyes to Danny and said, "What happened?"

"You know that weird hatred ghost that interrupted the rehearsal a few days ago?" Jazz nodded, her eyes never leaving Sam's face. "She captured Sam and attacked her. Please Jazz, make her wake up." Danny was pleading at this point. He sounded like a four years old, confused and miserable over the death of a pet. But she's not dead! She can't die!

Jazz straightened, her more logical side taking over. "Put her on the bed." Danny did so immediately, with the utmost care. He backed away silently as Jazz began her examination. Sam's breathing and pulse was tested and Danny was grilled on how and when she got hurt. Jazz looked a little puzzled, a state she was not used to being in. "I don't think we know of anybody being shot with a ghost ray before. Do you Danny?"

Danny shook his head, looking lost. "Maybe Valerie has, but I've never seen a blast as strong as the one Sam took. I don't think even most ghosts can hold against that kind of force."

Jazz rested her chin on her hand. "She looks like she's in a coma. Her pulse is faint enough, but she's breathing as if she were asleep. I can't understand it." She laughed grimly. "It seems we have a Sleeping Beauty in our hands." Danny gave her a death glare. "Sorry." Jazz said, ashamed.

He looked into Sam's face. She looked peaceful, but too bland for Sam. He wished she could come back. Then he got an idea. "Jazz, what do you think would happen if I overshadowed her?"

Jazz sat down at her desk, spinning the chair so it faced Danny and the sleeping Sam. "I don't know, Danny. Have you ever overshadowed someone who was asleep before?"

Danny shook his head. "No, but maybe if I got her moving or something, when I came out she would wake up."

Jazz stared at him. "What?" he said, embarrassed.

"How is it that you're a C student?" she demanded. "Even I couldn't think of that."

Danny blushed, flattered but pushed the positive emotion away. Gotta save Sam. "I'm going to try, all right?" he said, harsher than he had intended.

Jazz nodded, silent. She could understand what her brother was going through.

Danny looked at Sam, sleeping peacefully. This actually would be the first time he overshadowed a girl. Weird. He took a deep breath and slipped into Sam's mind.

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For Danny, overshadowing someone always felt like slipping into cool water. It tingled a little, but once you got used to the sensation you felt free. He usually slipped in, adjusted and then opened their/his eyes.

Sam's mind was not like that. Danny got the tingly feeling and then promptly hit something extremely hard.

"Ow." Danny rubbed the back of his head before opening his eyes. "What happened?" He felt the surface behind his head to feel…wood?

He heard someone run over to him. Sam's face appeared over his as she bent over him. "Danny? Are you okay?"

"Sam?" Relief flooded through him and he got to his feet. "I'm so glad to see you! Where…?" Danny looked around. "Whoa…"

Apparently he and Sam were on a huge sailing sloop. It was night and he could hear the waves lapping against the ship and smell the slightly salty wind that was blowing all around him. "Whoa…" he said again before asking. "Where are we?"

Sam laughed at the bewildered look on Danny's face. "I think I'm dreaming." Sam said, leaning against the ships rail.

"You can tell when you're dreaming?" Danny said, leaning next to her.

Sam tried to work out her thoughts. "Well, yeah, sometimes. It depends. Sometimes my dreams are so realistic or I'm so tired I can't tell, but this time I could pretty much tell from the start."

"Why?" Danny asked.

"Well, the fact the boat is sailing itself is a big hint." Sam grinned at him. Danny threw his head back and laughed. "By the way," she continued. "What the heck do you think you're doing inside my mind?"

Danny grinned like an idiot. "I am so glad to see you." He said.

Sam tilted her head to the side. "You said that already. What's going on?"

"Well, Abomina hurt you badly and you passed out or went into a coma or something." He ran a hand through his hair. "My god, Sam I was so worried about you. Jazz didn't know what to do! Do you know how weird that is for her?" Sam laughed. Danny looked a little more serious as he continued. "Sam, did you mean it?"

"What?" Sam asked.

"You know what I mean. What you said before Abomina blasted you. Did you mean it?" Danny searched her eyes with his own.

Sam sighed and dropped her eyes to look at the deck. "Yeah, Danny. I did mean it, but it's okay that you don't like me like-"

Sam's words were cut off as Danny firmly pressed his lips to her own. He broke away and said mischievously, "Now, when did I say I didn't feel the same way." Sam smiled happily and leaned her head on his shoulder. They sat there like that for a minute and then Danny got up and said. "Come on. Let's go." He tugged t her arm, but Sam didn't move. He turned and looked at her, surprised. "Let's go, Sam." He repeated.

Sam bit her lip. "I can't."

Danny did a double take. "What? Why not?"

Sam pointed at the sky. Danny looked up. At first, all he saw were stars. Then he saw a few cracks. Gray cracks appeared every here and there in the sky above Sam's ship. They were ugly and awful to look at. Danny looked up at them and then at Sam. "What're those?"

Sam sighed and leaned back. "Danny, I need to heal. Those cracks…Abomina did that." Danny growled and his eyes glowed a bright green. Sam smiled slightly at him. "I just need to stay here for a few days to fix up the cracks and then I'll come back out, okay?"

Danny looked at the deck. "How long?" He whispered.

Sam walked over to him and brought his chin up with her hand. "Four days at most." She whispered. "I promise."

Danny smiled slightly at her. "Can I visit you again?" he said hopefully.

Sam gave him a small smile but shook her head. "Because you're sooooo distracting." She said, grinning at him and rolling her eyes.

Danny refused to be cheered up. "You mean, I can't see you for four days? What am I supposed to tell your parents? Or Tucker and Emma? How could you abandon them like that?"

"Danny, stop getting worked up." Sam said crossly. She softened her tone a bit. "I would come out if I could, but I really need to heal. Tell Tucker and Emma the real story. As for my parents, I doubt they're home. You can just tell Grammy I'm staying at your house. She doesn't mind, she thinks you're awesome." Danny raised his eyebrows and Sam chuckled.

Danny smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek. "If you're not out by the fourth day, I'm going to drag you back out." He said, seriously looking her in the eyes.

"I know." Sam said grinning. She gave him a small wave. "Bye Fiyero."

Danny smiled and floated up and out.

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A/N: I know you guys are probably caught between killing me and thanking me (the second one's hopeful) but please review. I had to wait for the perfect amount of muse to write this chapter. Please review if you've read this. Even if it's just "About time! Update soon!" Every review is appreciated.