Happy Valentine's Day! I'm back with another chapter finally. Yay, huh? There is a scene taken from one of my upcoming stories, The Winter Collection, inserted (sort of; the words have been changed around) into this chapter. But for the real "Delirium" see my new story, hopefully coming in March!

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Chapter Four

Here For You

If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand…at all?

Sam felt her body suddenly launch very hard into the far wall and landed with a crash on the ground. "Okay, ow! Next time, I won't ask." She stood up shakily and Danny did the same, next to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, an automatic instinct.

"Yeah, I'm good. Go do your job, I'll be fine," she said, grinning.

There was a flash of green light as Danny summoned ectoplasmic energy and sent it reeling towards the wall. It hit something directly, and a glowing green ghost appeared in the center of the room.

The ghost had silvery—white hair, but darker than Danny's was, and reminded Sam of one of those dead prom kings she saw at Halloween, but without the crown.

The king like ghost flew at him, his arms outstretched and Danny intervened, catching the ghost's wrists in his hands and bracing his feet out in a stance to keep him that way.

Out of the corner of her eye, while Danny was fighting the king, Sam saw something else appear out of the corner of the room.

A silver—white haired girl ghost, wearing a gray dress and a torn and tattered sash across her body. Sam guessed it was the queen.

"What is it, prom night in the Ghost Zone?" she wondered to herself. Danny didn't seem to notice, but that was okay. Sam had faced ghosts before on her own. She should have at least. After being friends with Danny for years after getting his ghost powers. A sudden wave of loneliness hit her. She was going to be leaving all of this?

She blinked several times, snapping painfully back into reality. Turning to the ghost, who was making her way towards Danny, she grabbed one of the pillows that had flown across the room with her and swung it into the ghost hard.

It went right through the ghost, which was what she would have figured it would do, but it did get the ghost's attention. She fixed her red eyes upon Sam and swiveled her head creepily towards her.

Sam backed up and then dived towards the door, squaring off with the ghost, whose hands were set out at her sides, ten long claws attached to her fingers. She suddenly zoomed towards her like lightning and she ducked, and the ghost flew past her, nearly into the wall.

She kicked out with her foot in a circular motion and managed to catch the ghost both off guard and tangible and sending her to the ground. She shrieked and she shook her head. "I'm sorry, did I break your nail?"

She searched around quickly and saw the Fenton Thermos lying on the carpet, Danny still holding off the ghost, his green hands visible from where she was standing. She rushed over to it and seized it in her hands fast and stood up.

Only to be knocked over again by the prom princess, who looked ticked. She felt two frigid hands go around her neck and gasped, her hands instantly moving up to free herself.

The fight didn't last long because a few seconds later, a flash of green light appeared from nowhere and struck the ghost from the side, sending her reeling into the wall and allowing Sam to breathe.

She sat up and coughed, looking over at Danny, who was preoccupied already again, but he managed to send his ghost ray into his enemy, who shoved up against the opposite wall his date was at.

She gave him the thumbs up and got to her feet. Turning around, she picked up the thermos again and opened it up. A blue—white vortex appeared and the ghost yelled as it disappeared inside of it, trapped inside the cylindrical container. She turned around, where Danny was slowly getting to his feet, holding his arm. He didn't seem to notice the ghost sneaking up behind him, his anger obvious, most likely from her capture of his bride.

"Danny, duck!" Sam said, quickly tossing him the Fenton Thermos. He caught it in his hands and ducked down just as a flash of bright light soared above his head. Spinning around, he caught sight of the ghost and sent out a blast of ectoplasmic energy from his hands.

It hit the ghost squarely and he turned intangible just before he hit the wall, flying outside of the house. Danny did the same and followed him outside of the house. Sam rushed to the window quickly, opening it up wide so that she could see them better.

She leaned out and heard a loud cry that sounded so terrifyingly like Danny's that it made her heart clench. Breathing fast, she crawled carefully out of the window, sitting there and looking around. She couldn't see anything at all—

Something grabbed her leg and she slid forwards a little too far and started to fall. Her hand managed to catch the ledge at the same time and she swung from the second story window, trying not to scream and trying even harder not to fall.

Holding on as tight as she could, she looked to her side but couldn't see Danny at all. She heard something moving towards her and switched her gaze to the left, to where the ghost king was headed straight for her.

She kicked out with her foot and hit the ghost, but fell at the same time, unable to hold in a scream.

Then she felt something grab her foot just when she was about to hit the ground and hung upside down for a moment before looking up to see that the ghost had actually caught her.

She bent over and lashed out with her fists, hitting the ghost's wrists and releasing his grip from her ankle, dropping down to the ground less dangerously and bouncing back easily.

"Thanks," she said, grabbing the Fenton Thermos, which had fallen to the ground when she had and placing it out in front of her and sucking the ghost, not expecting her notion, right into the vortex.

Sam clapped the lid down onto the thermos hard and looked around. "Danny?" There was no reply and she couldn't see him anywhere.

She rushed around the yard, more concerned for her best friend, but she also hoped her parents hadn't been watching or had heard any of that. She doubted it; they were probably inside, listening to their rich classical music while they packed up what was left of their lives. Her hands clenched together tightly at her angry thoughts, but then disappeared as she rounded the corner and saw him.

A small gasp escaped her throat and she rushed to him fast. He was thrown crookedly up against the ground, several tree branches, most of which were fairly large all around him and on top of him. He was back in his human form.

"Danny?" she asked, dropping down beside him. She rolled him gently over on his back and her hand touched his head, only to leave a streak of blood on her fingers. Looking closer, she saw a long gash running from his forehead to almost his ear and felt her eyes widen. "Danny," she said, feeling panic creep upon her. "Danny, come on, wake up."

He groaned painfully and his eyes fluttered open. She breathed in relief and took her hand in his. "Hiya…" she said softly.

He stared around, confused and blinking. "Hiya," he whispered back hoarsely. He tried sitting up, but she put a hand to his chest to stop him, giving him a look he read well. He gave up just as easily. "What happened?"

"I took care of the ghosts. They're in here." She held up the Fenton Thermos.

"Thanks," he said. "I'm sorry."

She ripped the edge of her shirt and folded it, putting it up against his head gently. He cringed, closing his eyes.

"Hey, hey, don't do that," she said. "You are not going to fall asleep on me."

He opened them back up. "Jeeze, I feel like I've been hit with a tree."

She looked around at all the branches surrounding them. "That's quite possible."

He laughed and then gave a small wince. "Laughing doesn't help."

"Yeah, probably not." She held out her hand. "Can you stand?"

"Maybe," he replied.

"Can you walk?"

"Probably not well."

"What's the difference from when you normally walk I wonder," she teased, grinning.

"Hey…" he groaned.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Come on, let's go get you some help. You might need stitches."

"No, no," he argued. "No hospitals."

"You sound like Tucker."

"Just…stay with me," he requested.

"Danny--" she started.

"Please?" he said as innocently as he could with his current state.

"We need to get you help. You're bleeding," she said.

"I'll be fine," he told her. "We can sit for a while, can't we?"

She sighed, but couldn't resist the look he gave her, his eyes tinged with pain despite his protests and stretched out beside him, putting her hands up on her elbows. This was against her better judgment.

"See?" he asked, turning towards her carefully. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not," she joked. "You're completely mental."

"They're coming to take me away…" he sang with a grin.

"You are such a dork," she said, unable to resist a smile.

"But I got you to smile," he told her. "I can get you to blush too."

"Don't you dare," she said firmly, turning to him. She swallowed. "I'm really going to miss this."

"A ghost tearing the crap out of me, yeah…" he muttered.

"No," she said. She stared around. "I'm going to miss just kidding around, being with you guys…well, with you in this case. Being here…and being with you…" She turned back to see his eyes closed again. "Danny," she said insistently.

"Hmm?" he said, shaking his head and opening them again. She grabbed his hand tighter. "Sorry…"

"Why did you ask me to stay with you?" she asked.

"I…I didn't want you to leave," he whispered. "I don't want you to ever leave."

"You would rather be in pain?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe…" he replied.

She bit her lip. "Will you at least let me take you to get some help?"

"Yeah…" he said.

"Come on…"she said, pulling him up. She would love to stay with him too.


Aww, so sweet. The next chapter is about a week later. It's also got two songs inside it. This one, including another story song of mine, Wherever You Go. Both songs work like totally awesome with it.

Please R&R! Here's your sneak peek!

Chapter Five: Kiss Goodbye

"Sam, let's go!" Mariah shouted. "Come on dear, before we miss our flight!"

"What a shame that would be," she grumbled. She turned back to him, fighting back tears. "Well…looks this is goodbye."

"Yeah…" he whispered.

"Take care--"

She was mid—sentence when time suddenly warped.

Lateraina Wolf