Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Danny Phantom.

Chapter Three: I Miss You

It had taken a while, but Sam did eventually fall asleep that night. She woke up fairly early the next morning, despite it being Saturday, shivering. She flung the sheets off of her, going over to pull her fuzzy black robe over her lavender nightgown. Going to the window, she found frost was covering it. It was November, but there had been no signs of snow! In fact, yesterday had been very warm! But here it was, frost over the corners of the window, and after she wiped away the fog in the middle of it, she found outside was covered with snow.

"Must've been a freak snowfall. It's happened before…" She flicked on the radio, to have her thoughts confirmed. It had all happened overnight suddenly, and had calmed down quickly afterwards, a few flakes drifting to the ground now and then. Milling about the house after breakfast, Sam waited until it was early as she dared to call Tucker.

"Hey Tuck, it's Sam."

"You see outside? I woke up this morning, shivering, kinda early- and I like my sleep-in time!"

"I did too! But hey, if this keeps up over the weekend, Monday may have a snow-day."

"Not a bad thought to hope for! But enough of that- throw on some warm clothes and let's head to that pond we found! It's shallow enough so even if the ice was thin, we wouldn't need to worry!" After saying good-bye to Tucker and hanging up, Sam pulled on some warm, black pants, her standard boots, as well as a slim, purple-and-black jacket. Grabbing her earmuffs and ice skates, that were green trimmed, she darted outside to go meet Tucker.

She found him at the path leading into some woods at the edge of town, near an almost overgrown –and in this case covered with snow- trail they had found a while back. Tucker was wearing his usual hat, and had similar ice skates to Sam, and had pulled a blue jacket over his own clothes. Heading off down the path, they were soon almost to their destination. The pond would only ever come up to their knees, so there was no worry of falling through. Water all over town had frozen pretty thick, so the water here would be no exception. Sam glanced up as they neared the pond, before throwing out an arm to stop Tucker.

"Someone's here… odd, I thought nobody knew about this place." Sam whispered. She and Tucker inched closer, crouching down behind a snow bank to see who was out on the ice of the fair-sized pond.

It was then Tucker realized a portable stereo, a small one, was in the snow beside the frozen bond, slow and smooth music coming from it. The skater was moving to the calm beat fairly well, Sam realized. Then, slowly, she took in the person's appearance. It was this that made her freeze.

He looked highly similar to how she remembered, but there were some differences, Sam realized, as he skated in a full circle smoothly, a calm expression on his face. Drifting towards the middle of the ice, he spun rapidly a few times, before breaking off and returned to circling the pond edge. He looked taller, for one thing, and muscle –not tons, more like a simple amount- could be seen from the way the tight fabric stretched over him.

The white hair was just a little longer, some of it falling totally around his right eye in a spiked fashion. The white boots were now about an inch below each knee before going to black, a black belt strapped around the upper area of each one. Three, close together, small white belts were on each upper arm. Two, thick white belts were looped at different angles around his waist, almost hiding the white stripe in the middle of his outfit.

Hanging down, looped through one of the belts around his waist, a silver chain that matched the silver buckles hung on his right side. Around his neck -which still had the white trim- two thin, silver chains hung to his chest where the DP symbol was missing; one chain with a small cross, the other with a round, dark gem. His eyes were bright green, almost brighter then they used to be. Even though he wore no skates, his boots seemed to work just fine.

He spun halfway, skating backwards a moment, before kicking one foot down so he leapt, spinning a few times as he did so, before neatly landing. Although he was in his ghost form, it seemed he wasn't using his powers as he skated. Sam knew this should be the moment she should dash out and tackle him and yell at him, wanting to know where he'd been, but she felt she couldn't move. Tucker was in a similar position.

Sam could see his lips moving, and realized he was mouthing the words to the music playing, without breaking his concentration. Bending his knees he picked up speed before sharply straightening, giving another leap as he did, tucking his arms up as he spun a few times before hitting the ice. He was oblivious to the fact he had an audience, for he was yet to look over to where they were watching him, crouched behind the snow bank.

The music was trailing off now, and he slid carefully to the middle of the ice like before, crossing his arms over his chest as he began to spin rapidly. He bent his head slightly, eyes shut, before easing the spin to a slow twirl, uncrossing his arms to hold them at his sides. He lifted his head, then tilted it right back and opening his eyes to watch the sky.

His spinning was almost fully stopped now, not tearing his eyes from the sky, as a few stray snowflakes drifted past him, a few landing on his shoulders and in his hair, though the white flakes didn't show up in the white strands, save for a slight sparkle.

He stopped spinning. Closing his eyes again as he rightened his head, he now pushed one foot to propel him towards the stereo, moving in a swaying fashion as he skated to it.

Stopping in front of the stereo as the music played a last few lines, he opened his eyes and reached out one hand, picking it up by the handle.

He hummed one the last line to himself, clicking the stereo off before walking onto the snow. His boots crunched in the snow, leaving faint imprints. Finally Sam was able to stand, Tucker with her. Both called out at the same time.

"DANNY!"

He turned his head slightly, a faint noise of surprise leaving him, before he turned fully, everything seeming to slow down as he did. It was now a two-on-one staring contest between the three. They stood there, Tucker and Sam with a mix of shock, fear, and hope in their eyes. His only held shock. Suddenly he vanished.

"NO!" Sam shrieked, going to move forwards. She couldn't let this happen again! Suddenly Danny was in front of her, floating from the ground, his left hand holding the stereo. His right hand was on her shoulder, eyes closed as he kissed her forehead, before he vanished, not reappearing this time.

A/N: Man, I'm on a roll! I promise though, once I finish the next chapter for my other DP story, I'll post it. I'm just smoothing out a few kinks, and working on a few parts that're bugging me.