A/N: It's longer than the last chapter. Erm, pie! 8D Well, anyway… it's kinda morbid-y stuff… meh. The first angsty type story I've written… It's not great, but, yeah. Special thanks to my editor, Doodle! Oh, and sorry it sucks…

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"Danny, don't worry about Tucker, he'll be fine!" Sam poked Danny in the arm. Danny meeped and rubbed the spot where she'd poked him.

"I feel kinda bad about leaving him when he's sick…" muttered Danny.

"Me too, but we can have a good time at the mall without him," smiled Sam. "Come on, we'll have fun." She walked off, looking over her shoulder to see if he was following. Danny shrugged and walked on beside her, trying to enjoy himself.

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"Catch me if you can!" Sam ran ahead, laughing. She'd grown in so many ways since turning 15, but at the same time, she was immature, and so free-spirited. She wasn't afraid to do her own thing and be different, but somehow managed to still be a great person to be with who really fits in well.

"Don't wait up!" Danny yelled, a grin on his face. Sam looked forward again, sprinting off and turning a corner, then after another short while stopped for a second and turned around.

"Too slow," she chuckled. She faced forward again and jumped as she saw Danny in front of her.

"Or too fast? Bet you can't beat me," he challenged, and sped off, Sam hot on his heels.

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Danny awoke with a start, and realized he had flown right past Amity Park. His vivid green eyes scanned the area for a familiar sight, and finding a landmark, he turned and flew down. As he approached, he saw the Nasty Burger, and decided to fly towards that. He first turned invisible, though, just in case people and ghosts were still after him. He landed softly on the pavement and grinned at the sight he knew so well. He turned and looked; he remembered everything. After a little thought, he headed for his parents' house first. His eyes ached for the hometown he'd spent his life in, the place where his happiness had blossomed. Walking has never seemed so tempting to me... Danny sighed in his mind, taking in every beautiful detail. When he arrived, he almost rang the doorbell, but decided against it; instead choosing to phase through the door. He wasn't entirely sure why he did so, but he was too happy to see his house again to think on it. As he stepped inside, he was startled to see Maddie sitting on a stair, extremely upset. Danny thought about it for a second – and realised. It was his birthday. His 16th birthday, and his parents had thought he'd… died. Danny shook away the thought and stepped into the empty kitchen. Two rings of white light appeared at his waist and moved in opposite directions over his body, turning him back into his human self.

"Mom!" he called, and walked over to the stairs, a big grin on his face. He was going to be with his family again! He would be able to live a normal life - well, as normal as he life could get - again… how he missed his almost-normal life in the years he'd been away. "I'm home!" But the grin slowly faded, and his happiness seeped away as if someone had unplugged a drain. Maddie was looking at him in terrible rage. Surely she didn't think he was a ghost? "I'm really here, it's really me!" he explained, maintaining a smile. But Maddie remained spiteful.

"Get away from me, ghost scum!" she yelled, brandishing a Fenton Bazooka. Danny cried in both fear and anguish and ran out of the front door before his mom could attempt to rip him apart molecule by molecule (despite him not being in his ghost form). He sat down, the beauty of everything having suddenly vanished. The pain he felt... it wasn't from the bazooka. It was the fact that his own mother hadn't recognized him… had even attacked him! He leaned his head on one head as he tried to think of what to do, then sat up suddenly, smiling. Sam. He would go see Sam.. He ran in the direction of her house. "Catch me if you can!"

He shivered, but continued to sprint.

"Don't wait up!"

No, no, thought Danny, make them go away… I'm going to see Sam… she'll remember me, she's never let me down before…

"Too slow!"

He was too slow… too slow in getting back. What if she wasn't there?

"Or too fast? Bet you can't beat me!"

"No… NO!" he yelled, to no one in particular, but running faster yet. He reached her house, exhausted, and leaned against a wall to catch his breath.

Suddenly, he saw her. She was walking out of the front door, looking as beautiful as if he had only left her yesterday; he hurried towards her, and wrapped his arms around her, her silky raven black hair brushing against his face. He welcomed the warmth gladly, and embraced the girl of his dreams. "Sam… you remember me, don't you?" he whispered. Her lilac eyes met his cerulean ones, and then…

She was gone, as if in a poof of smoke.

He fell to his knees, tears in his eyes, and his heart broken. She was gone… But she couldn't be gone, she was Sam, she was always there. Maybe she'd be all Gothic and dark, but she'd still be there, no matter what. He slumped down on the floor, and curled up into a tight ball, shivering. It was so cold…he couldn't feel her warmth, he couldn't feel her presence...

But she couldn't be gone…

She was Sam

Tears trickled down his face, it wasn't true, Sam wasn't dead, Sam wasn't dead. He knew she was there. She was just at Tucker's. He was just hallucinating in his haste to see her again. The white rings of light appeared again and he was Danny Phantom, flying at top speed towards Tucker's house, phasing through the window and stopping in his room. Tucker, his old friend Tucker, was standing there, about to leave the room. Danny quickly became his human self again. She's here! She has to be! She's not dead...

"Tucker, wait!" he called desperately. Tucker turned, a horror-struck look on his face as he saw that someone had broken into his room. "Tucker – it's me, Danny?"

"Danny – but – Danny?" Tucker asked incredulously. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," Danny said, almost laughing in relief. "Yeah, it's me… your old best friend!"

"Danny – but – Danny?" Tucker repeated. "Where were you for the past two years?"

"Oh… around," Danny murmured vaguely, not wanting to talk about that yet. "So, is Sam here?"

"Danny… are you OK?" asked Tucker, frowning at him.

"I'm fine, why?" Danny asked, the smile fading again, feeling his emotions drain once more…

"Sam's… not here." Tucker looked down.

"Oh, where is she then?" asked Danny curiously. Tucker looked at him, an almost worried look on his face.

"Danny… Sam died. Just before you left… Don't you remember?" There was almost an accusative tone in his voice. A lump rose in Danny's throat. He let out a weak laugh.

"You're joking," Danny said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Sorry… I'm really not," Tucker apologised. Unconvinced, Danny continued,

"You almost got me there… haha… but really, where is Sam? I need to… tell her something," he said urgently. Tucker shook his head.

"It's anyone's guess now, Danny." Tucker watched him with one eye, warily. "Danny, you need to know something. The whole city thinks you're evil. They all think you ki- you hurt Sam. I'd be careful. Listen, talk to Jazz about this. I'm sure she'd understand. Sorry, I'm fresh out of ideas," Tucker said apologetically. Danny nodded silently, a tear in his eye, and without a word, phased through the wall and flew at a fairly slow pace to his home – to see Jazz. Jazz, his sister, who had always stuck by him.

But then, he'd thought that about Sam, hadn't he?

Danny shook his head furiously. Sam hadn't left him. Well, she had, but she'd just gone… on vacation. That was it. She was on vacation. Content with this, he picked up the pace a little bit.

Within minutes, he turned intangible and came into Jazz's room. Jazz was lying on the bed, eyes closed, on her back, yet Danny was sure she wasn't sleeping. Not sure how to alert her of his presence without spooking her, Danny turned into his human self once more, and tentatively touched her shoulder. Her eyes sprang open with a jolt and she jumped to see him standing over her. She relaxed slightly when she saw who it was.

"D-Danny?" she whispered. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me," Danny replied, equally hoarse. "I'm really home."

"Is it true what they say… that you killed her?" she murmured. "I mean… I never thought… well… I didn't think – "

"No," Danny said firmly, the lone tear falling down his cheek. "She's not dead, anyway. Well - Jazz, you're the only one who remembered me straight away… You…" He trailed off, lost for words. Jazz sat up and wrapped her arms around him. Bewildered, Danny hugged her back.

"You're welcome, Danny." She smiled, then frowned. "Did you try to get in earlier today?"

"…Yeah…"

"I heard Mom yelling." Jazz's gaze shifted sideways. "You can stay in my room… Can you stay invisible when you're asleep?"

"I can try," Danny shrugged. Jazz nodded.

"That'd be the best thing to do." She smiled softly. "I'll always be here if you need me… okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks." Danny nodded gratefully.

"Danny…" Jazz stopped cautiously. "I don't… I don't know if you want to talk about it… but… where… where were you for the last two years?" Danny was about to tell her no, he didn't want to talk about it – but didn't he? He really needed to let his emotions out to someone. And who better to talk to than his sister, who he really felt a connection to? He blinked slowly.

"I was in – Wisconsin." Jazz's eyes widened, but she said only one word.

"Vlad?"

"Yeah…" Danny murmured.

"You must be tired, do you want to sleep?" she asked. "I'll stay in here, so if you become visible, I'll be able to wake you up."

"Oh, it's nothing Jazz, really, I slept – on the journey – " But Danny had to stop and yawn. Jazz smiled.

"It's nothing, really. I was going to stay in here anyway. Go ahead. Take my bed, I'll set up something for me to sleep on anyway."

"Thanks…" Danny sat and removed his shoes, then climbed under the covers and almost instantly felt himself dropping off into sleep…

Sam stood there, shoulder-length silky hair flying in the wind, her back turned to Danny. He tapped her shoulder, and she turned around, her eyes full of joy to see Danny. She closed her eyes and leaned forwards; their lips brushed for a fraction of a second and then Sam pulled away, her eyes blazing red. Danny shivered; it was freakish, seeing his best friend like this. He backed away… and yelled out.

"Danny? Are you OK?" asked Jazz urgently.

"Yeah – yeah, I'm fine… just a nightmare…"

"A dream has only one owner at a time, but that is why dreams are lonely. They don't have to be, if you share them." She smiled warmly at him. Danny sighed.

"It's about Sam… well, you know, she went on vacation and didn't even tell anyone where she was going… And now I'm seeing her everywhere!" finished Danny. Jazz looked at him, one eyebrow slightly raised, but remained silent.

"Will you be OK in here on your own?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, I'll be fine… Thanks Jazz." She nodded in reply and walked out of the door. Danny watched her as she left. She was 18… wow. Had it really been that long? He smiled.

"I will find you, Sam," he whispered. "I don't care how long it takes, I will find you… and that's a promise."

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A/N: Hmmm I need a good cliffhanger for you guys. But yeah. Erm, pie! 8D

I'll update soon enough. - I'm starting to really like this story… ahehe.

Oh! Anyone got any ideas for chapter names? I need some new ideas… they all should be to do with sanity/insanity.