Sparkling Patronus here again! OK, so I really wasn't supposed to update this thing until the weekend. However, I got so many reviews for the last chapter that I just started writing the next one. Well anyway, thanks for the reviews you guys. I notice all of you who answered had Sam or Vlad as a favorite character besides Danny, interesting. Well anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter.
Every muscle in Danny body was telling him to fly and help Sam, whose scream he'd heard only a few moments before. He knew it must have been a ghost that had done whatever had caused Sam to scream. There was no way there was no connection between his ghost sense going off and her scream. However, his mind was telling him differently. He couldn't possibly hope to save her without exposing himself!
Feeling his ghost sense go off yet again at his lack of action, he made up his mind. It was better to risk exposing himself than risking finding his friend dead! Not even taking another moment to think on the matter, he darted off in the direction the sound had come from.
It didn't take him long to find the source of the problem. There, down below in the street, was a large ghost he didn't recognize. Lying just a short distance away was Sam. She seemed to be unconscious; the knocked out by the ghost that was towering over her. He hoped she wasn't hurt too badly. His friends must have a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He turned himself visible; it was too hard to fight while trying to maintain invisibility.
Swooping down for closer inspection, he was able to get a closer look at the large ghost. It was not a ghost he'd ever seen before but, though large, it did not look too powerful at all. It looked simply like a large blob of ectoplasm, with four tentacles waving around in different directions. That was basically the best way to describe it. It seemed to be moving toward Sam, so Danny touched down in front of it to protect her where she lay unconscious. However, when he made a move to step backwards he slipped on something and landed on his back.
Picking himself up quickly, he looked at what had caused him to fall over. A Fenton Thermos! He picked it up quickly and took no hesitation in sucking the ghost inside. It hardly put up a fight as it was dragged into the confines of the small thermos. Danny capped it quickly, his job done. Now he had to be sure to get out of there before Valerie showed up.
He approached Sam, wondering why the thermos had been lying on the street near her. Then it struck him. It was no coincidence that the ghost had attacked Sam. She must have been trying to capture it, but had been hit with one of his waving tentacles before she got the chance to get it in the thermos. That was the most he could make of the situation.
Had Sam been fighting ghosts along with Valerie and his parents once he'd gone? Had Tucker been in on this too? He could imagine his friends doing such a thing; it was exactly like them actually. He couldn't bear the thought that he'd put his friends in danger by leaving. One more thing to add to his list of reasons to be aggravated with himself he supposed.
Tucking the Fenton thermos safely away for later use, Danny walked over to Sam and scanned her for any injuries. She seemed to have a small cut running down the side of her legs and there was a bruise forming on her should, but other than that she seemed fine. Gently as he could, he picked her up from the ground and took off into the night sky.
Since by this point it was already rather dark out, he didn't bother turning himself invisible again. He took off slowly, careful not to jostle Sam too much, since there was the very small risk of dropping her. Still careful not to be seen, he went higher into the air than he normally would have, but not so high that air pressure would pose a problem.
By now it had to be around 8:00, and Danny could not believe just how much he'd gone through in the course of one day. He supposed the fact that he was half ghost would always mean an interesting life for him while he was here in Amity.
Though he'd been out of town for quite some time, he still could not forget the direction to Sam's house. He and Tuck had walked past her house everyday so they could all walk to school together. Vaguely he wondered if Sam and Tuck had driver's licenses and cars at this point. He was sure Sam would have a car if she'd passed her test, since her family had the money to buy her ten cars if she so desired. However, he was not so sure about Tuck, his family wasn't nearly as rich as Sam's.
He reached Sam's house, which was the largest on her block. He supposed he should just leave her in her room, though he wasn't quite sure how she'd take it when she woke up. He hoped that maybe she'd think she'd dreamt the whole experience up, but even if she didn't he couldn't have very well left her out on the street all night could he?
He looked through the window to make sure there was no one else in her room before he phased in. He placed Sam gently on the bed, and made sure it looked like she was in a comfortable position.
He knew he should get out of the house as quickly as possible, but it seemed that something was keeping him there. It was as if his feet were rooted to the carpet. He seemed to be losing his mobility a lot as of late. He simply stood there, staring at her as he watched the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest.
He suddenly found watching his friend sleep very fascinating. It was not that he was looking at her lovingly or anything, it was just the fact that he was this close to her, and visible at the same time that made him want to stay. All day he'd been slinking around friends and family invisibly, always hiding in the shadows or watching from a safe distance, and whenever he chose to get a bit closer he was always careful to keep out of site.
However, it was different now. He was standing so close, and he just didn't want to leave the safe familiarity of his friend's home to find some broken down building to spend the night in. He wished he could stay here, or at Tucker's, or in his own home. It seemed that everything he'd ever taken for granted was now his greatest wish and he honestly couldn't believe he'd ever had a shadow of a doubt that he should have left it all behind just because he was 'too stressed out'.
After a few more moments of being lost in his own thoughts, Danny decided that it would be best if he left. He was about to take off, when Sam suddenly stirred and, before Danny could even think of turning invisible, opened her eyes.
All time seemed to stand still. Violet eyes met glowing green ones and widened considerably. And there was Danny, just standing in the middle of the room. It was too late; he'd been spotted. Every fiber of his being seemed to scream at him to move, to get out of there but he could not tear his eyes away from hers.
Suddenly she sat up, and her eyes widened still. Tearing his gaze away from hers and turning invisible, he took off through the ceiling. All of this occurred in less than five seconds, but it felt like minutes to Danny. He could not believe his own stupidity. Of course she was going to wake up while he was there! She had not been hit so hard, and she'd had over a half an hour to recover! He should have just placed her on the bed and left as his instincts had told him to.
However, along with his feelings of regret there was something else. Was that gratefulness? Beneath his feelings of self hatred for his own stupidity, he found that he was actually a bit happy that Sam had spotted him. She probably would either not remember it in the morning, or would have imagined it all to be a dream.
However, if this was not the case, it saved him all of the trouble of having to reveal himself at a later time! He hadn't been sure how he was going to reveal himself in the first place, and that problem seemed to have solved itself. Then again, maybe it wasn't such a good thing. Sam might think him even more of a coward for running away once again after she'd seen him. Then again, it was dark out, perhaps she hadn't recognized him at all, and she'd just thought it was some other ghost that she'd scared off upon waking.
All of these thoughts chased themselves around Danny's head as he searched for a place to stay the night. He finally found a suitable place. It was a small building, but it looked as if it had been in a fire. It was bound to be pretty unstable, but as long as Danny stayed in his ghost form while inside he'd be fine. After all, his ghostly form weighed almost nothing, so it was not likely to upset whatever was holding the old building together.
He phased through the roof, becoming visible once more. By now, his head was so full of thoughts that it was beginning to give him a headache, and he thought sleep seemed like the only release. Perhaps in the morning his mind would be clearer. This in mind, he drifted off to sleep, not sure if he was happy or saddened that the long day was finally over.
Well, there you have it, chapter six. Hope you thought it was OK, since it's probably one of the most important chapters in the fic. Well, that's all till next time!