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A quick note: Wow, I am so touched. I never thought so many people would read this. I mean, HALFa34 called it a masterpiece. (insert author blushing) Wow, I've never been so flattered about my writing before… I have some good news though: I've finished writing it and will soon have it all typed. You guys won't have to wait like crazy for updates! Oh, yeah. I was going to include this list in Chapter 1, but I forgot. So, here it is. Hope this helps you guys clear up a couple of things.

Episodes that haven't happened: Fanning the Flames, Double-cross my Heart, the fake-out make-out in Shades of Gray, Lucky in Love, Life Lessons, Control Freaks, Memory Blank, pieces of Reign Storm, pieces of Ultimate Enemy, Kindred Spirits (because I haven't seen it) and Beauty Marked.

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

Chapter 3: Searching for a Face

I'm looking for a place

Searching for a face

Is anybody here I know

'Cause nothing's going right

And everything's a mess

And no one likes to be alone

Danny fired a glowing green ectoplasmic ray at the ghost before him, spinning around to dodge Technus's retaliation blow. Tucker stood on the ground beside Sam. Tucker held the thermos while Sam had her face tilted up toward the battle above her. She winced as she heard Danny shout out in pain and Technus laugh. She snatched the thermos from Tucker.

"Hey!" The techno geek tried to get it back, but she pressed the button and surprisingly caught Technus inside.

"Hm, that was easy," she said, tossing the thermos up and down.

"You could've caught Danny in that!"

"Uh, hello? Didn't you hear him shout when Technus hit him? I aimed away from the sound."

Danny flew down, breathing hard. "That was awesome, Sam. You really can fight."

She flashed him a smile. "Thanks." Then her face turned serious. "He didn't hit you too hard, did he?"

"Nah, Technus is a wimp." He stretched. "Want me to fly you home, Sam?"

"Yeah, I'll just walk, thanks," Tucker muttered.

"You're a guy, Tuck'. You won't get hurt if someone finds you in a dark alley," Danny reminded his friend.

"How do you know?" Tucker whined.

Sam laughed. "I hate to break up the argument, but I don't mind walking."

"Afraid of heights?" Tucker asked.

Danny rolled his eyes, but Sam laughed again. "Would it matter?" she asked.

"Oops, my bad." Tucker grinned sheepishly. "Afraid of flying?"

"No, I'm afraid of falling."

Danny looked hurt. "I wouldn't drop you, Sam."

"I'll just walk," Tucker decided, leaving then.

Danny reached for Sam's hand, tugging on it gently. "Come on, Sam. Fly with me."

She hesitated then stepped forward, touching Danny's cheek before brushing her fingertips over his lips, eyes, and jaw line. This was how she saw, but she had never done this before. She knew Danny was a little uncomfortable and surprised, but she finally lowered her hand.

"I had to find the face of the person I was trusting," she teased, and he laughed. "I'll fly with you, but I want you to describe the things for me so I can see through your eyes."

He smiled and lifted her up, taking off. She gasped and clung to him in surprise. "Deal," he said.

"Thanks for warning me," she muttered.

He just laughed. "Hold on tight."

Sam woke in the middle of the night feeling terribly alone. It wouldn't be the first time. Since she'd first been struck with her blindness, she'd woken with feelings of loneliness because she was. No one could understand the darkness she lived in every day. She swung her legs over the bed then felt her way over to the dresser, feeling along the edges of the broken mirror above it. She closed her eyes, picturing herself as Danny had seen her then opened her eyes. For a moment, she imagined she saw that image in the mirror, but she didn't stand alone. Danny stood beside her. She smiled then went back to bed, feeling much better.

Danny wrote a new description for the Casper High News simply because he knew Sam would appreciate it. He couldn't wait to hear how she liked this one. He had labeled it "Midnight Flight."

The city below was asleep, the only light coming from the full moon and the stars scattered about the midnight black sky. A figure passed through the clouds, his snow-white hair blown back by the wind and his glowing green eyes gazing ahead to his goal. The smaller figure in his arms reached up and set her hand on his chest; he hoped she couldn't feel the faster paced beating of his heart, and he tightened his grip on her just in case. He didn't want her to fall.

Sam opened her eyes as the teacher stopped reading. It was beautiful; she couldn't remember seeing a full moon before. It felt as though Danny was baring his soul to her. She felt like she'd known him all her life. She walked to their normal seat in the park to find him already there.

"I like your stories," she said. "They paint a world I've never seen."

He smiled. "I like writing them…for you." Once again, he was glad she couldn't see his blush. "So…how did you lose your sight?"

She didn't seem surprised or insulted by his question. "I was expecting you to ask me that sooner." She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Well, it started with a normal day to the park…"

Young, five-year-old Sam swung from a branch high in a tree. "Samantha Elizabeth Manson, get down from there this instant!" her mother cried. "You could fall and hurt yourself."

The little girl sighed. "Yes, Mama." She reached for a branch to start her descent, but her fingertips barely brushed over the bark before she felt herself falling and falling.

"Well, that explains the fear of falling. Couldn't the doctors do anything?" Danny asked.

"They tried, and they deemed my blindness temporary." She smiled grimly. "I'm still waiting for temporary to end."

"But you could regain your sight any day, right?"

"That's the optimist's view," she agreed, "but if you haven't noticed, I deal with the dark and depressing." She waved her hand over her clothes.

Danny was curious as to how she could pick out her own clothes since she couldn't see them, but he decided it'd be too awkward to ask. "So… Mr. Lancer asked for another descriptive paragraph for the CHN dealing with the mysterious park bench dweller and her friend."

She playfully pushed him over. "Don't let them turn it into a soap opera on you. I won't read them anymore."

"I wouldn't know what to write if they did that," he replied, laughing, but in his mind a title had come to him along with a beginning.

Her fingertips were like soft velvet against his skin as she searched for his face, longing to see what she could only picture in her mind. Searching for a face.