I would like to thank masterconotro for looking out for me.
And I would like to point out a fault in myself I just realized. I write in three flavors of Sam.
Me-Sam- This Sam is based on my own personality. She sings, draws and makes pretty jokes.
Sam-Sam- This Sam is as close to IC I can get. Sarcastic, yet nice.
Tough Sam- This Sam is a fighter, with a very interesting life of her own. She comes up in my Aus.
Danny blinked blearily in the early morning light. He heard whistling and groaned. "Shut up!" He pounded a fist on the alarm clock next to his bed. When he realized the sound wasn't coming from his alarm, he checked the time through gunky eyes.
6:15 am.
Danny groaned. He got up and opened the window next to his bed, taking a deep breath of cold morning air to wake him up and calm his nerves.
"Good morning." A cool voice said to him.
Danny leaped backwards, hitting his head on the window frame. "What the hell are you doing outside my room?" He exclaimed.
Sam smiled, leaning against the trunk of the tree she was sitting in. "I wanted to watch the sunrise."
Danny glared, still rubbing the back of his head. "Couldn't you watch it anywhere else?"
Sam shrugged and stood up to stretch. Danny looked on, amazed. She had perfect balance while standing barefoot on a tree branch. "We don't have sunrises anymore." Sam told him, settling back down. "The smog covers it most of the time. On a good day if it's really windy and there aren't many clouds in the sky, we can see the sun at eight."
"That's really bad." He said. "You don't get to see the sunrise?"
Sam shook her head. "Nah. That's why it's nice traveling in time. You guys have it so lucky. Being able to see everything in its natural place. Just wait until the processing plant is built." Her face darkened.
Danny sensed an on-coming storm. "That's really too bad, but couldn't you have used another tree."
Sam smiled slightly. "No. I didn't want to wake your parents and you were out like a light."
Danny frowned. "Oh, so it's fine to wake me up."
Sam grinned. "Well, yeah. I'm your babysitter and bodyguard. We get to spend all our time together. Won't that be fun?"
Danny slammed the window closed in response.
Sam sighed and held out a hand. She pressed it to the glass and it immediately went intangible. She slipped through and re-solidified it.
Danny looked astounded. "How did you do that?" He asked, grabbing her hand to examine the palm. The skin on her palm was tinged green. He looked at it horrified. "How'd you do this?"
Sam snatched her hand back. "My business, not yours." She said. She stalked out of the room, her other hand kneading the discolored one.
Danny raised an eyebrow, but fell back into bed, desperate to obtain his few zs.
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Maddie slammed he son's door open. "Danny, if you don't get your butt downstairs now I am going to tell your father your school is haunted again."
Danny shot out of bed and into the bathroom. After getting dressed in record time, he strolled downstairs. Sam was sitting on the counter, staring at a thing that looked like a Gameboy. She looked up and cracked a grin. "Hello, Sleepy. Was Dopey getting on your nerves again?"
She was wearing a green-plaid miniskirt and cropped top with a band's logo on it. Her small feet were incased in yesterday's boots and she was wearing a fingerless glove on one hand.
She raised an eyebrow. "Danny, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were checking me out."
Danny blushed and tried to hide it. "No, sorry. I was wondering what was the monstrosity that was causing the house's foundations to shake."
Sam sighed. "Danny, we have got to work on your lingo."
He grabbed his breakfast essentials and sat at the table. "So you're now my personal trainer."
Sam smiled. "Honey, until I figure out what I'm supposed to help you out in, I'm going to help you in everything."
Danny groaned. "Why couldn't you have shown up around midterms?"
Sam shrugged. "Apparently Clockwork thought failing was good for you."
Danny glared at her but spooned cereal into his mouth instead of responding.
After he finished his cereal, finished his shoot-off with Sam and packed up his bag, the two were out the door. Sam had a weird monster-like backpack. Danny raised his eyebrows. "What do you call that thing?"
Sam looked at it over her shoulder and then shrugged. "Target practice."
Danny stopped and made a choking sound. Sam laughed. "Danny, that was a joke. I'm a vegetarian, this is just something my friend got me as a prank."
Danny looked at her. "You have a weird sense of humor."
"Thank you. I try."
"Hey Danny! Wassup?" Tucker ran up to his friend the moment they entered school property. His gaze then shifted to Sam. "Who are you, and are you single?" He raised an eyebrow at Danny. "Is she called for?"
Danny blushed, "That's sick, Tucker. This is Sam. Apparently she works for Clockwork." He rolled his eyes. "She's my secretary."
Sam fluttered her eyelashes at Danny. "Oh, but Danny-bear, don't you want to proclaim our affair to the world?"
"Oh, yeah, because I find a girl who breaks into my room at five in the morning sexy."
"Whoa!" Tucker yelled, blocking his ears. "Too much information!"
Sam laughed. "Nah. I'm here to help Danny out. And anyway, my husband said that if I had another affair, he would kick me out of the house."
Danny made a disgusted face at her. Tucker's eyes widened.
She rolled her eyes. "You guys have got to lighten up. I'm not married. I'm fourteen. But I am from a different time. I came here to help Danny do whatever it is that he's 'struggling' with and then I get to go back to my time and you guys get to do whatever it is you do for fun." She walked into the building, her boots making a huge sound against the floor.
Tucker raised his eyebrows in her direction and turned to Danny. "You guys are perfect for each other." He said simply.
After he had walked inside, Danny stopped spluttering. "She's not my girlfriend!"
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Mr. Lancer cleared his throat to get the class's attention. "Students, this is Samantha Manson. She's from Connecticut and will be staying with Danny's family for a month. Try not to scare her away."
Sam rolled her eyes and made a face at Mr. Lancer's back. The class erupted into snickers. He raised an eyebrow at all of them, before saying, "Miss Manson, why don't you take a seat? We were just discussing Catcher in the Rye."
Sam threaded her way through the aisles, choosing the seat next to Tucker and behind Danny. Tucker grinned at her. She smiled back. Danny completely ignored her. She laughed.
Mr. Lancer continued to blather on about the book in question. Tucker slipped Sam a note. She looked at it curiously, before unfolding it. A different time, huh?
Sam chuckled and wrote back, Yeah. Future time. But I don't really count as being from then. She pretended to cough, dropping the note when she raised a hand to cover her mouth.
Tucker raised an eyebrow at her skill. He picked it up and read it, his forehead wrinkled and he wrote Whoa. Cryptic much? He let his head fall to his desk, knocking the paper off with his elbow.
Sam picked it up and read it. She smiled. Danny probably didn't tell you. I have the Sixth Sense. Except I don't go around whispering it in a creepy voice. Because I work for clockwork, I'm a time agent. I change people, but I can't be changed by the results of my work. She placed it on his desk.
Mr. Lancer had his back turned, but Tucker gave her a mock reproving glare. He read the note and stared at her. Sam blushed slightly and kicked him under the desks he set back the note, saying you have to be the coolest person I have ever met. Are you sure you like Danny?
Sam frowned at it. I'm assigned to Danny and at the end of three weeks I need to go back to my time. I can't afford to like Danny. And anyway, what about Valerie?
Tucker wrote back quickly. What do you know about Valerie?
Sam grinned. She has a picture of you up in her locker.
Sam was afraid his face would break if he kept smiling like that.
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It was halfway through Science class that Danny's ghost sense went off. It was during their lab, and Danny wasn't allowed to leave the room. He looked around desperately for an escape.
Sam noticed the desperate look on his face and saw the blue mist. She realized they both had to get out of the room. So Sam put her sacting skills to work.
"Uhh…" She said, raising a hand to her forehead. Sam fell backwards, apparently in a faint. Danny managed to catch her before she hit the floor.
"Sam?" he asked, cursing his luck at the timing of this. "Sam, wake up!"
"Miss Manson!" Mr. Lancer rushed over. "Mr. Fenton, you better take miss Manson to the nurse. Heaven knows what happened to her."
Danny nodded, wide eyed. He picked Sam up, bridal style and walked quickly out of the room. Her limp form sagged in his arms.
The moment they turned the corner Sam's eyes flew open. "Danny, let's go!" She took off her glove and placed her palm against her boot. The boots obtained a greenish glow. She made herself intangible and flew through the ceiling.
Danny stared after her, before changing quickly into Danny Phantom. He caught sight of Sam hovering above the school, scouting out the area.
"Are you ever going to tell me how your palm got like that?" He demanded. "You seem ready enough to spill everything else."
"That's because I don't enjoy reliving painful memories." Sam said. She sounded tired and out of breath. Her eyes widened. "Danny, move!" She shoved him out of the way, just as a blast of ectoplasm shot through the space he was two seconds previously.
Danny said, "thanks." Shortly before whipping around to face his attacker.
Bertrand floated in mid-air. "Ah, Daniel, long time, no see. Did you happen to get a girlfriend in that time?" He gazed at Sam. She was pale and gasping. "The poor thing looks sick. Did another ghostly virus go around?" He said in a false-sympathetic voice.
Danny's fists glowed green. "She's not my girlfriend. Stay away from her!" He blasted Bertrand in the side, leaving a scorch mar. Bertrand melted in mid-air.
Sam looked at the ghost, eyes wide.
"What?" Danny said.
She kicked him hard in the shin. "You JERK! I finally realize why Clockwork assigned me specifically for this job. You are such a pig!" She coughed slightly and fell slowly to the ground, landing and stumbling.
"Are you all right?" Danny asked, changing back to normal.
Sam gasped, trying to suck in as much air as possible. The color was slowly returning to her cheeks. "I'm fine." She hissed. "But you are in deep shit."
I am such a hypocrite, I know. I said I wouldn't post and I did anyway.
