A quick note from the author: Another chapter, another dream. There's going to be another one soon after DJ's been with Jeremie and Pamela a while. Where should I take it from here? Should DJ end up with his dad's powers and end up fighting the ghost that sort of "killed" his dad? What kind of plotline should there be? So far I'm just kind of giving background information.
Chapter 7: I Will Always Be With You
Danny threw himself forward, knocking Sam to the ground just as the blast flew over them. He lifted her up and flew her to a building a few feet away. "Get somewhere safe," he whispered as he changed from Danny Fenton to Danny Phantom.
"No, Danny, don't," she begged, grasping his arm. "You have so little time as it is—"
"I have to, Sam," he whispered softly then set a gentle kiss on her lips. "I love you." Then he flew away.
"Danny!" She let herself slowly sink to the ground, tears falling from her lilac eyes. Why did he always have to be the hero?
Danny met the ghost in the air. He had never seen him before. Time for introductions would have to wait though; he didn't have a lot of time. He shot an ectoplasmic blast at the ghost, crying out as he was pushed a few feet away by the ghost's retaliation blast. He gritted his teeth then flew at the ghost, firing another ray and dodging the ghost's. He didn't notice the crowd that had gathered to watch as this small ghost that had been in Amity Park forever fought against an enemy at least ten times his size.
Maddie and Jack Fenton stood with Jazz and Sam as they watched their son battle a ghost for perhaps the last time in his life. They all ducked as Danny used the Ghostly Wail on the ghost before capturing it in the thermos. Danny's breathing was ragged, his strength ebbing. As soon as he saw the blue ring at his middle, he knew it was over. He didn't try to remain Danny Phantom, and he nearly lost consciousness after he fell. He heard whispers all around him, and he struggled to open his eyes. He had to stay conscious.
"Danny! Danny, please speak to me," he heard Sam whisper as she knelt by his side, cradling his wounded body in her arms.
He weakly opened his eyes, looking up at the love of his life. "Sam," he breathed, attempting to sit up.
"Don't move," she whispered, ruffling his hair. Tears were in her eyes, and she knew what was happening next. "You'll be all right," she whispered. "Just stay with me."
He smiled sadly. "I-I can't, Sam. You know that..." He turned away from her as he coughed, wiping the blood away with a trembling hand. He turned back to her; the tears she had struggled to hold back were now trailing down her cheeks, and she shook her head.
"No," she whispered. "No, Danny, please. You have to stay!"
"Sam, you knew I was leaving," he breathed. "Here." He pulled a note from his pocket, pressing it into her hand. "Read it later, okay?"
She nodded, fighting back a sob. "Danny..."
"I love you," he whispered, then he closed his eyes and breathed his last.
"No!" she screamed, hugging him tightly as she cried. "No, Danny, please!"
A gentle breeze moved through her hair, and she thought she heard him whisper, "I will always be with you," but it was gone as quickly as it had come.
DJ woke up with a yell; he was sweating, but he couldn't stop trembling. Someone hugged him, who he didn't know. His eyes were still unfocused, but he latched onto that person for dear life trying not to cry. His dad had given up everything to save this city, and he had loved Sam so much. Why did he have to die? It wasn't fair!
"DJ?"
He looked up, surprised to find himself holding Cassy. He pushed away from her, pulling back until he was pressed against the headboard. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"I work here." She set her hand on his shoulder as he moved to get up. "Don't. You're still recovering."
"From what?" He shook her off then clutched his head in his hands as the world spun. "How do you know me?"
"You don't remember, do you?"
"Right now, all I remember is my dream," he muttered, finally raising his head to look at her. "You look familiar…"
She smiled softly. "At least you remember me a little. We were friends in elementary school."
He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking. "Cassy…" He opened his eyes. "You were that girl that didn't treat me like the hero's kid."
"So you do remember me." She ruffled his hair. "What's wrong DJ? Why are you here?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "Ever since I met up with you again I've been having these dreams about…about my dad." He swallowed hard as he remembered the one he had just woken up from. "Where am I?" he asked, changing the subject.
"The Manson mansion," a voice replied from the doorway.
Both Cassy and DJ looked toward it. "Hello, Mr. Manson," Cassy said, standing up.
"It's all right, Cassy." Mr. Manson motioned for her to remain where she was. He stepped into the room so DJ could see him better. "You don't remember me, do you, Daniel?"
"I guess I've been having that problem a lot recently," he mumbled.
"Actually, we've only met once before," the man replied, sitting in a chair beside the bed. "I'm your grandfather."
A/N: What should I do now? Please review because you know it makes me happy, and if you suggest an idea, you'll recieve credit for it:D