Hello this is Kyle. To let you know I did not write this ending. A friend of mine...David did. He requested it. Also, there will be an alternate ending by Gallinda so be sure to check that out although it has not been posted yet. His dedications are at the end of the page. So, be sure to give review to him and Gallinda...not me. They are the writers so congratulations to them.
usual disclaimers apply. and uh...here is David's ending
Sam couldn't stand it. She wished that Friday would
come sooner so that she could get it all over with;
the pain of seeing Danny and Valerie together was
killing her. That thought, besides the fact that she
would no longer be around her abusive father, was what
comforted her about going to the all-girls school in
England.
She tiptoed out of her room and out of her house,
repeating the same dance that she'd been performing
each morning to avoid waking her father. She was about
to sit down and wait for Danny when she suddenly
remembered that he wasn't coming most likely, at least
not alone. So he chose that dense Valerie over her.
Screw him. Sam wiped the tears away from her beautiful
glaring amethyst eyes and walked on to school.
Danny walked along the sidewalk, hand in hand with
Valerie. This plan wasn't too bad, at least now he got
to have a taste of dating her for now, until the next
phase of his plan. For now, he'd enjoy this part. He
leaned his head over and gently kissed Valerie, not
noticing that Sam was storming away.
He made her jealous
on purpose he tried.
When the girl asked, "Do you love her?"
on purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy
like it was a game.
Little did he know
Things would never be the same.
Danny came home and jumped onto his bed. This plan
was killing him. He wished he could know now how Sam
truly felt rather than waiting till Friday.
His plan was working
but he had no clue.
How wrong things would go,
the damage he would do.
The phone immediately rang. He checked, it was Sam.
Danny wondered what it had to be. Was she jealous? If
she was, then good. Danny couldn't help his plan being
just a bit childish.
"Hello?" he answered in an innocent, unknowing voice.
Sam's voice was small and sad. "D-danny? It's Sam."
"Well, what's up, Sam?"
"Danny, I….uh….have something I want to tell you now.
Just don't ever forget it."
Danny's eyebrows arched at her choice of words. Was
she going away somewhere or what? "Uh, sure, what is
it?"
"I just want you to know that…" Her voice broke down
into tears. "I want you to know that I love you."
There was silence, which was then cut off by a dial
tone.
One night she broke down,
feeling very alone.
Just her and the blade,
no one else home.
She dialed his number,
he answered, "Hello"
She told him she loved him
and hung up the phone.
Danny was left in shock when he heard a beep telling
him that there was another call coming in. He looked
at the caller ID. It was Tucker. "What is it, Tuck?"
"Dude, I have something I gotta tell you! I would've
told you yesterday, but my parents grounded me from
the phone. They're gone right now, but they'll be
back. Danny, Sam's going to England, she's leaving
Friday." Danny's heart caught in his throat. No. It
couldn't be. How could she go? Why?
"There's something else. You know those marks that
we've been seeing on her? Those came from her father."
Shock was replaced by anger. How could Sam not tell
him? How could her father do that to her?
"Dude, she called me just a few minutes ago. The way
she was talking, I think she's about to do something
bad, like she's going to hurt herself."
That was the final straw for Danny. Stripped of common
sense and reasoning, he dropped the phone and shifted
from his flesh and blood shape to the half-spirit form
of Danny Phantom. Forgetting that Tucker was still on
the phone, he became transparent and blasted through
his roof and into the sky.
Just then, a plasma blast barely singed past him. He
looked down to see his pseudo-girlfriend in her
ghost-hunter get-up aiming her weapon at him. "Ghost
Boy! You're not getting away today!"
Anger, sadness, and frustration, all in one, surged
through his system. "Not-TODAY!" he screamed as he
sent forth toward Valerie an energy blast larger and
more powerful than any he'd ever created. She fell
back, apparently knocked out. He did not have time for
this crap!
He raced to her house
just a minute too late.
Danny flashed through the air, a simple black and
white blur. How could this happen? How could he let
Sam down?
Found her lying in blood,
her heart had no rate.
He was traveling at speeds previously considered
impossible. If something were to happen, then he'd
never forgive himself. He'd gone too far with this
childish joke of his.
Beside her was a note,
in it her confession.
Her love for this boy,
her only obsession.
Danny finally stopped in mid-air in front of her
home. He swept through her window into her bedroom,
his halfa-heart beating through his chest almost
literally.
His eyes finally rested upon a beautiful,
dark-clothed figure sitting hunched over on the bed
with its back turned to Danny. Sam. She looked
alright. Danny thanked God, whether He was there or
not.
He floated over and faced her. She was looking down
sadly at a knife in her hands. She slowly looked up.
"What are you doing here?" She glanced back down. "You
should be with Valerie."
Danny took her by the shoulders. "Sam, we need to
talk." As he was saying this, he slowly eased the
knife out of her hands and shoved it under the
nightstand. He then looked up and faced her again.
"Alright, look, we haven't been quite honest with
each other. Why didn't you tell me about your father
hurting you?" Sam looked to the side. "I was…afraid."
Danny looked into her eyes with concern. "What, what
were you afraid of?"
"I was afraid that…if he found out, then he'd hurt me
even more." Danny shook his head. "No, Sam, you can't
continue to let this happen. We can help. You don't
have to go it alone."
Tears began to leak heavily into Sam's eyes. She fell
forward crying into Danny's shoulder as he caught her.
"Oh god, Danny, you have no idea how bad it's been,
how bad I've wanted to say something."
Danny simply held her and shushed her. "Shhhhh, it's
alright, it's alright."
Sam held onto him for another moment and then finally
pulled back, wiping her eyes. "What about you? What
haven't you told me about?"
Oh boy, he wasn't ready for this. Danny took a deep
breath and proceeded. "I don't actually like Valerie.
I asked her out for the most childish reason. The
truth is…" Again, his heart caught in his throat.
Sam stared, breathless, at Danny. Was it true? Please
God, let it be true.
Both of their hearts were pounding in their chests now
as they faced each other. Then, without waiting for
him to finish, Sam leapt on Danny, her lips making
contact with his with anticipation and wrapping her
arms around his neck, knocking him to the floor on his
back. His look of surprise soon melted into acceptance
and relief as his eyes closed. It was quite a sight, a
Goth girl on the ground kissing a boy with snow-white
hair and wearing a black and white jumpsuit. Their
lips eventually broke apart.
"I guess you felt the same way," Danny laughed in
breathless voice. Sam laughed and kissed him again.
"Sam!" It was her mom. Sam looked up in horror; as
she did so Danny quickly phased back to his human
self. They both quickly got up just as the middle-aged
woman burst in. Her eyes widened as she soon noticed
Danny. "You!" She pointed a painted nail at Danny.
"How did you get in here?"
Trying to think of something, he blurted out, "I, uh,
came in through the window?"
"You will be leaving now." Her ugly glare remained as
she turned to Sam. "You, young lady, I will have a
talk with you when I get back from bailing your father
out of jail. While I'm gone, you will start packing
for England."
Danny was once again overtaken by shock as the
reality of the situation hit him. This was perfect
irony: the girl that he'd truly cared for and had just
revealed his feelings to was already leaving his life
permanently.
In the past, Sam had backed down. Now, however, was
different. There was determination in her eyes, the
same determination that had driven Danny earlier when
he had become worried for Sam.
"I'm not going, Mom." Mrs. Manson looked back at her
daughter with surprise appearing in her expression.
"What did you say?" she declared in a warning tone.
"You heard me, I'm not going."
"How dare you say that, you ungrateful, insensitive
little brat. We have nothing but your best interests
at heart with this. Do you know how much trouble
you've caused your father—"
"He did that to himself with his drinking, and you
know it!"
Mrs. Manson's eyes began to tear, but anger still
remained. "You don't know how much stress he goes
through every day."
"Yeah, well, you don't know how hard it is for me
everyday to be slapped and told how much of a
disappointment I am for being me. Didn't you ever
consider how I felt?"
Sam's mom had a mixed look of anger and defeat on her
face. She found her voice again, though, and replied,
"We had nothing but your best interests at heart—"
"No, you only have YOUR best interests!" Sam yelled,
fire burning deep in her eyes. With that, she grabbed
Danny's hand and stormed out of the room, leaving her
mother stunned.
Sam slammed the door behind her and sat down on the
top step outside her door with Danny right beside her.
She held his hand tightly as she stewed in her
feelings.
Danny didn't know what to say. Perhaps it was best if
he didn't say anything and let her cool down,
considering how much anger Sam had just expelled. The
two sat in silence for a minute or two, before she
said quietly, "Danny, regardless of what happens, I
want you to know that I love you, and that I always
will." She laughed slightly and shook her head.
"Listen to me, I sound like I'm quoting 'Titanic' or
something like that."
Danny chuckled with her. "Yeah, heaven forbid you
should go all soft on me here." They both looked into
each other's eyes, still holding hands, and smiled.
The moment was promptly interrupted when the door to
Sam's bedroom opened and her mother stepped out. Sam
and Danny turned to face her. There was some aspect of
change of mind that appeared on her face. "Sam, I've
thought about it all. I've decided that, since your
father's currently not here and is not a part of this,
that I will allow you the choice of whether or not to
go to England."
Sam was speechless. "A-are you serious?" For the
first time, Mrs. Manson shined a sincere smile upon
her daughter. "Yes, I am." Sam got up and stood facing
her mother, trembling. Then before Mrs. Manson knew
it, she was smothered in an enormous hug, and again
she beamed. Sam then let go, and again pounced upon
Danny with a loving embrace. They both smiled at each
other with closed eyes. "So, you have any plans for
tonight?"
This final chapter is dedicated to Sam and Kyle. I
hardly knew either of you, but that doesn't matter.
Kyle, thank you once again for this opportunity to
take this on. Sam, I imagine that you were a really
special person, since you meant so much to your
brother. I can't say much else, but I think that's all
that needs to be said. Rest in peace.
-David