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Lost Emotions

Chapter 8: Decisions, Decisions

"Well?" Danny asked.

"Hm, let's see...last time I was out there was, eh, about two years ago. Maybe three. The year was 2046."

Danny merely stared, the muscles in his jaw refused to move.

"2046," the bartender assured with an affirmative nod, "So add two and that woud give us the current year. 2048."

A minute passed by before Danny found his voice. "Are you sure? 2048?"

The bartender didn't spare him a glance, he continued cleaning the countertop, and only offered Danny a 'yes, sir'.

Then with finality he repeated the number, "2048." Like if any minute now the bartender would laugh and say it was a joke, as absurd as that sounded. But it finally hit him. They had gone to the future, 42 years into the future.

Danny felt something in his chest; his heart had speeded up causing his breaths to quicken. Wait a second, what was that? Then it was gone. The heart speeding feeling had left, leaving him wondering. ('Was that an emotion? Was I scared?') He remembered a few days ago when he had also felt a sort of happy feeling, and in the beginning when he felt scared when Desiree anounced the inevitable undoing of his human side.

Lost in his thoughts, Danny didn't notice a woman sit beside him. She had midnight black hair in a untidy ponytail. The quiet halfa was unmoving, his eyes had glazed over in thought. Her blue eyes followed his every move, widening the size of dinner plates when she finally confirmed who he was. He was the one she'd been looking for, so it was true...

Danny was here, and he would finally take his throne!

+Sam+

She was sitting down on the last step; her eyes had adjusted to the dark perfectly by now. She had really thought that this was Danny's house, that this basement would hold the Ghost portal. Yet, there was nothing here.

Sam hugged her knees to her chest, and looked at the empty space in front of her. Her mind had idled during the time she had chosen to do nothing. It didn't matter now if that weird family upstairs found her. Let them, she wouldn't fight them anymore.

Whatever they wanted to know she would tell. Whatever they wanted her to do, she would submit.

She had thought about her options thoroughly.

She could try to escape outside, but if she succeeded, then what? If she got outside, what would she do? What if she was in a different state? In a different world?

How would she survive on her own? And how long would she be free until they captured her again? Apparently, these people weren't exactly willing to let her go.

('But what if you're across the street from your house?')

('And the chances of that are?') Great, a conversation with herself was never good news.

('You never know Sam...')

('Correction, yes, I do! I think I know the people who live in my own neighborhood')

('Maybe you're out of town?')

She sighed, with a feeling that it wasn't as simple as that. She wasn't simply 'out-of-town', how could she have possibly end up here if the last place she was in, was the Ghost Zone? None of it made any sense. Wait, unless those twins got her out of the Ghost Zone and brought her here!

A faint voice upstairs interrupted Sam's thoughts.

"Grammy!" It was one of the twins.

They finally realized she was gone. They were going to come looking for her, and they would find her...sooner or later.

Unless...

('Hide!')

"No, it's not going to do me any good," she decided with a furtive shake of her head.

There wasn't any way for her to get out of this, she was too confused. She couldn't go on with these feelings, scared and helpless. She hated that. She hated being too weak to save herself.

('So do something about it')

But what? How was she going to get out of this? Get back to Amity? To Tucker, and Danny?

She needed to think, but she couldn't with so many unanswered questions fogging her mind. ('I need some answers before I can do anything')

She eyed the crammed-full boxes beside the table. Maybe she could get some answers without having to turn herself in.

+The Rough+

A woman walked up the entrance to the bar with a smile on her lips. She knocked, and had only to wait a few seconds before the door opened immediately, without the Voice asking for the password.

The bartender stood there in the opening, a smile so grand on his face that it was extremely creepy. A few minutes ago, he hadn't even offered Danny a simple glance.

The woman nodded to the bartender, in greeting. "Alex, how are you?" She asked, not really interested at all in what he had to say.

She brushed past him, and walked towards the counter at the far end of the bar. Her bodyguards--a couple of ghostly gouls--stayed behind beside the door.

Alex's eyes lit up, pleased with her hollow interest in him. "Oh, I'm great my Queen! Business has been booming, what with all the--"

"Great," she cut him off with a snide comment, and a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Yes.." he muttered submissively.

"I do believe you know what I'm here for." Her emerald eyes shined greedily, as she sat down on a stool. Danny, who was still thinking about his current dilemma didn't notice the newly arrived rehead. However the raven-haired woman beside Danny's did, and was planning to take action.

The raven-haired woman elbowed Danny, and he turned towards her. "What the..." he blinked several times, he couldn't believe his eyes. It was him! He was staring face to face with himself.

+Tucker+

He had been waiting there forever, outside of The Rough. Really, how long did it take to ask a simple question? 'Hey, can you tell me what year it is in the human world?' You're in, ask, then you're out.

He sighed. The boredom was eating at his mind, so he looked around the Fenton Ship hoping to find something that would keep him entertained. But he didn't look for long because some visitors caught his attention.

Tuck hid behind a clump of floating doors.

Okay, maybe some doors weren't the best hiding place for a large bulky ship.

Among the newcomers something in particular had caught his attention. Well, it was more like someone. And it wasn't because she was drop-dead gorgeous either--not that she wasn't, 'cause she was--it was because she seemed familiar. Tuck couldn't shake off the feeling that he knew her from somewhere.

That fiery orange hair...if only he could see her face...

('That's it!') As she turned her head, he immediately recognized her. Green eyes, orange hair, freckles...

"Emerald," he whispered, she was here! "Emerald!" Tucker was sure she would help them out once more.

Her gaze met his at once, and her eyes narrowed dangerously. Apparently, she wasn't pleased at all. Tucker saw her say something to her bodyguards and they all nodded in response.

('What's going on?') Why was she acting so hostile towards him? Did she forgot so quickly that Tucker had saved her? With Danny's help or not, it didn't matter, they still had saved her.

The goons had started moving in Tucker's direction while Emerald stood facing the entrance to the bar. ('Why are they coming over here? Man, I have a bad feeling about this...')

They were all carrying weapons, swords, guns, bazooka's, and some of the most high-tech weaponry Tuck had ever seen. ('I wonder if they'll let me take one of those apart...')

However a feeling in his gut didn't let him stay there much longer. "But, what about Danny?" he thought aloud, as he realized that the goons were only coming closer. He had to make a decision and he had to make one fast!

('Leave? Or stay?') Was he really going to fight off all those bodyguards? They were big, and most of them were ripped! Tuck's eyes darted from one goon to the next, trying to decide on what to do.

He gulped. "What would Danny do?"

('He would probably admit that he's totally outnumbered and fly off...')

No, really.

('O.k., o.k., he would probably stay and fight, get beat up, then he would be saved by his backup')

"Aw man, but I don't have any backup!" he whined, realizing that he was Danny's backup.

Tucker turned the ship around and zoomed off in the opposite direction, but the goons stayed on his tail. After a few minutes of top-speed driving, Tucker could see the ghosts fading off into the distance and was relieved. "Woo, for a second there, I was almost a goner!" he wiped sweat off his brow.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down his racing heart. It felt like it was going to break out of his ribcage.

Suddenly, he realized something horrible. The ship was slowing down, he was running out of emergency, emergency, you-seriously-need-to-get-more-gas-emergency­ gas!

"Man, this is just my luck!"

He looked at the rear-end mirrors only to find out that the ghosts were coming, and at a fast speed. They were determined to reach him, no matter what.

What the hell had Emerald told them?

('Why are they chasing me for? I haven't done anything to anyone') He fumed thinking about how unfair it was that he was always caught in the middle of everything between Danny and his enemies.

Then again, Emerald wasn't one of their enemies...she was an ally...right?

So, what was he so afraid of? Maybe they wanted to catch up to him to give him something! A gift of graditude, or maybe even of...love.

Tucker smiled with that thought in his head, "Yeah that must be what she wants me for...heh, I've got that girl wrapped around my finger..."

A loud knock on the glass brought him back from la-la-land. Tuck's eyes widened. Maybe she wants to kill him.

One of the--particularly ripped--goons shot the glass with his bazooka succesfully shattering it to a million pieces. Tucker shielded himself with his forearm, getting a few cuts in the process. "Ouch, hey, watch it!"

The goon smiled and flew inside the ship.

Uh oh. "Can't we talk about this?" he asked nervously.

He grabbed Tuck, slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Hey man, put me down!" The bodyguard ignored him and flew off in the opposite direction of where the bar was. "HEY!"

Great, he was getting kidnapped. What else could go wrong today?

('Wait a minute...I can just take off this necklace and get out of here!') he thought, fingering the necklace dangling from his neck.

('But Danny'll come looking for me, there's no way for him to know I went back')

He shook his head and sighed, he would have to think of some other way to escape. It wouldn't hurt to know where they were going, so after a while, he popped the question.

"Hey, big guy!"

He grunted in response.

Tucker continued, "Where are you taking me?"

The goon, seeing no problem with telling the boy, answered, "The castle, Queen Emerald's castle."

"Hold on, I must have heard wrong...what was that last part?" Tucker asked, a little bewildered.

He grunted again, "Queen. Emerald's. Cas-tle."

Tucker's mouth hang open, "Queen Emerald?"

"Hmph, that's right."

"But--when did that happen, and why would you let it happen?"

The goon exhaled, this human obviously didn't know about the things happening in the Ghost Zone. Story-time, "It's been this way for...a while now. Of course nobody let her just take over! In the beginning, there was a lot of chaos, a lot of resistance against Emerald. Everyone fought against her, everyone, nobody sat well with the idea of a new ruler. After Pariah, we were hoping to be free of that crap forever, but as you can see Emerald was persistant, and she got what she wanted..."

"How in the world did she manage to conquer this whole world, er...zone?"

"She had help. Some fool in white with pointy black hair. The Queen keeps all her connections underwraps, so nobody's really sure who's in this with her. But I've seen them, they were talking in her courtyard. He's a hateful guy," he responded, a sour look in his eyes.

"Pointy black hair?"

"Yeah. Well, anyways, after a few decades of fighting againt her rule, most of the fighting calmed down. She destroyed hundred of ghosts in dozens of battles, it was like she was a mind-reader...she always knew exactly what her opponents' strategies were."

('Mind reader? She probably traveled back in time and redid everything she did wrong the first time! That way she could never lose a battle!')

"How can you destroy ghosts? If they're already dead?"

"She has high-tech weapons. With them she's brought down many rebellion leaders, she's practically unstoppable," and with that, the conversation was over. He left no room for questions, observations, or details. That was just it, plain and simple, she was unstoppable.

Tucker sighed, he was feeling a little lightheaded from being in that position with his head hanging down so he didn't urge on. He had only his thoughts now...

And it seemed like they had other problems to worry about.

+Sam+

She looked through hundreds of papers. The boxes were chock-full of junk, junk, and more useless junk! She was beginning to panic, her dim ray of hope was starting to fade.

"Come on," she whispered, still shuffling through endless stacks of papers. There was awards from schools, certificates, pictures, and even letters. She reached the bottom of the second box and came in contact with a cool cover.

It was a book. Sam pulled it out, moving aside the papers ontop.

She wiped the cover, to see that it wasn't a book, it was a photo album. She exhaled angrily and practically threw it aside. A photo album wouldn't be of any use to her. It fell on its bind and opened to an interesting page, catching Sam's attention.

Her purple eyes squinted to see the pictures in the dark room. "Who is that?" she muttered, picking up the book and placing it on her lap. It was a man with dark hair who looked a lot like Danny except this guy was around 25. He was posing infront of a school, a college probably.

She bit her lip as she turned to the first page of the book, where the person who the book belonged to, wrote their name. She took a breath, preparing herself for something she knew wasn't going to be good. She had a weird feeling about this.

This album belongs to:

Danny Fenton

Her breath caught in her throat.

Her hands started shaking as her earlier assumptions were confirmed. This was Danny's house. Her hand flipped to the next page, to her it seemed like it moved on its own. Her amethyst orbs widened.

It was a slightly torn picture of Danny, Tucker, and Sam. They were standing together, and Danny had put bunny-ears on Tucker, and Tucker did the same to Sam. She remembered this, it was infront of the Nasty Burger, on a casual friends' night-out.

She continued flipping, her curiousity spiked by the pictures. There was a picture of Danny, Sam, and Tucker at graduation! ('But...how? We haven't even finished the 9th grade yet!')

She was more curious than surprised so she continued, wanting to see the rest. A picture of Danny with a car, at the bottom it said 'my first car', a picture of Danny with some blonde, and that one said 'our first date'. She narrowed her eyes, as Sam felt something burning in her chest.

She flipped the page...

'Our second date'

'Our fourth date'

Flip.

'Our trip to Washington D.C.'

'Our 6-Month Dating Anniversary'

Flip.

'Our trip to Disneyland'

'Our Wedding Day: Daniel Fenton and Patricia Thompson'

Tear. She stared at the area that she had tore, in shock. "Our wedding..." Suddenly, all the life rushed back to Samantha's face as she hurled the book across the room. Her cheeks turned a rosy pink, her eyes a dark violet.

She gasped; the collision of the book against the basement wall echoed in the small enclosed room. It was satisfying but another feeling started to grow in the bottom of her heart.

Cheated, that's what she felt.

Bunny'sNotes: Hey everyone, before I said anything else, I want to thank all of my reviewers! I want to thank everyone who takes the time to leave me a review, and to everyone who at leasts reads my story. Thanks for all the support! I'm also looking to improve my writing, so if anyone has any suggestions/constructive criticism please let me know. Oh, and I wanted to add a little review response:

FC: He doesn't have an urge to get them back, really. It's because he knows that if he doesn't, he'll lose his human side. He knows that's bad, so he's trying to get them back before this happens. Lol, actually I didn't. A lot of people think that, but actually I got that idea from watching DP.

Okay, well this is a pretty long chapter, and it's revealed a lot of stuff. Like, why there's a rebellion, a little more about Emerald, and where Sam is. But, there's also a lot more questions like, was Danny feeling 'scared', how did Emerald get the staff, why did Emerald order her goon to kidnap Tucker, why did that woman say 'Danny will finally take his throne', who is that raven-haired woman that elbows Danny, and (gasp) how dare you have Danny marry this other girl!

Lol. There's a reason why he doesn't get with Sam, which will be explained in the next chapter! (And most of those questions will also be answered) So if you want the next chapter soon, you know what to do!

Remember everyone, reviews make the world go round. Lol!