A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter and that it was worth the cliff hanger. I fell off the cliff a while ago and broke an arm. Good thing it wasn't my typing arm and good thing I only need one arm to type! (In truth, I didn't break my arm.)

Chapter Sixteen

Logic

Danny had dropped the duffel bag on his way up the stairs when he'd heard Sam's scream. He hoped she was okay. If she wasn't...well, let's just call it rampage. Thoughts flew through his head. So many he couldn't keep up. Racing towards the door at the end of the hall, not even listening to Jazz's words as they went. Time seemed to move so slow. The door at the far edge of the hall seemed to only get farther from his reach.

"Sam!" he shouted again as he saw the door open and Sam stumble out. He found he'd been much closer than he thought and reached Sam in no time. She, in a tight frenzy, tripped over her feet as she stumbled out the room and fell over. Danny sped into a stop and dropped down next to her.

"Danny," she gasped. "The lights went out and then a shadow...and..." she cried. Speeding through her words. "I didn't know...what to do...who it was...Danny..."

She shook her head. Once. Twice. Danny had his hands on her shoulders, trying to comprehend. Understand.

"Sam? Sam, listen to me," he said. Jazz stood next to them, staring into the darkened room beyond the open door. Danny cupped Sam's chin and lifted her glance until she was looking at him. Her eyes were wide and fearful. Filled with unshed tears. Danny took one look at her and knew she was definitely not hallucinating. Pure horror. That's what he saw. And it broke his heart to see her like that. He took a silent, deep breath and said, "Tell me exactly what happened." He spoke quickly. Not wanting to waste time.

Sam nodded and blinked several times to clear her vision from the tears. "I was waiting for you, sitting down and then I saw something out of the corner of my eyes, then the light bulb just..." she put both hands in the air and waved them around, "exploded and then he was gone...I don't know, it happened too fast, just please don't leave me."

She just leaned forward into Danny, burying her face in his shoulder. Danny put an arm around her. He looked at Jazz. He felt he couldn't do anything but hold Sam until she stopped crying. Stop being afraid. But after all that's happened he doubted it would be easily forgotten. So he said the first thing that came to mind.

"Sam, you were really sick last night, maybe you were just...hallucinating, you know," he said, speaking quietly into Sam's ear, but never once taking his eyes off Jazz. It was as if they were sending small telepathic messages to each other. Then Jazz nodded, understanding what Danny wanted her to do.

"I'll go look for another bulb for the lights," Jazz said quickly. A likely story. Danny nodded towards her and she made her way down the stairs and out of sight. Once he figured Sam had calmed down enough, he gently pulled away and looked at her.

He sighed. "Sam, maybe I should stay with you tonight, for awhile, until you fall asleep," he said.

"But you said-" Danny cut Sam's words short.

"I don't want you to be alone," he stated. "I don't know what's going on, but I don't want any harm to come to you, or Jazz for that matter. Just for awhile until I make sure you're safe."

How can you argue with that? Sam couldn't help but keep her silence. His gaze was intense. Serious and concerned.He stood, taking her hand and getting her up to her feet. "Come on," he said, his voice rhythmic and soothing. "I don't like seeing you so vulnerable."

Sam smiled. It could only just barely be called a smile. It was more of a slight curve of the lips, but you get the point. She couldn't help but to do so. He was, in a way, just like his father. He always knew just what to do to take a moment like this and make it light. Uneventful. Casual.

She got to her feet along with him. Danny led her back into the room she'd just come out of to see the damage and try to find what had caused it. He tried the light switch. Nothing. The only thing it did was cause the socket in which the bulb was once held to spark from the remaining portion of the bulb still in place. He was careful to not step on any of the tiny pieces of glass on the floor. That way it would be easier to clean up. Good thing bulbs are so small. Else they'd have bigger problems.

The tiny slivers of glass littering the floor caught some reflection of light and reflected it even more on the walls. It cast a rather interesting pattern on the walls. No one seems to be here anymore, Danny thought. He never once let Sam's hand go. He didn't even notice it yet. Sam suddenly pulled away, causing him to turn towards her. She was looking at something. Her eyes wide and mouth gaping at something. He followed her gaze and was met with the stunning pattern that was reflected by the light from the tiny pieces of glass.

All the light became, in a way, fused on the wall, forming an image. The image showed the vague silhouette of three. It was jagged, the lines, but it was definitely the figure of a three. Right there. Before them. This was definitely planned. Every little detail: planned. There was only one person who paid attention to such detail. That person was going to pay if this meant trouble for either of them.

Jazz entered the room, saying something. "I found a..." she stopped dead still at the sight of them. The expression on Danny's face is what really got her. Anger. Frustration. Thelook of wanting to hurt somebody so bad. Her gaze landed on his hands. Fists. She followed their hollowed gaze towards the wall. She gasped. A three? What did that mean? She looked towards the tiny fragments of glass on the floor that were catching and reflecting the light. This wasn't normal. It couldn't be. It had no logical explanation. It didn't make sense.

"Danny." The word escaped without her permission. Her brother stirred. Turned to her. Expression still hard and angry. "What does it mean?" she asked. Her voice sounded extraordinarily small. Thin. Fragile.

"I don't know, but if it means trouble, I know who to take it out on." He was perfectly serious. His face was straight. No sound of teasing or kidding in his voice. He was seriously going to hurt someone if this meant trouble. He was going to do everything in his power to stop whoever was planning this out. There just has to be a logical explanation. A coincidence, maybe. Glass didn't shatter in this way and form this type of picture. This was planned. No logic needed. A plan only needed a mind behind the facts. Behind the happenings. Logic played no part in this cruel world of reality. Everything had something to trigger it. A detonator.

E/N: I've decided: I will no longer believe you hate me. But I have also decided that cliffies will be a normality from now on. Uh...okay, so maybe not too normal, but expect a couple or so. Anywho, thanks for reading! Sometimes reviews are necessary for my health and critique as well. 'Til next time!

--Airamé Phantom