Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. He is the property of Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon, a company that is cancelling him since he doesn't sell as well as Spongebob. -.- Boycott Spongebob, and buy all the DP stuff you can find! Don't let our Danny be shoved aside by a stupid SPONGE.
A quick note: Well, I wrote this about a month ago, but I wasn't sure how it would be taken by my reviewers. I finally decided "What the hell" and posted it.
Special thanks to Red's-Fury and my friend Philly (who isn't on fanfiction to my knowledge).
Chapter 1: A Kidnapping
A figure floated in the air, his snow-white hair ruffled by a slight breeze while glowing lime-green eyes watched the ghost being sucked into the thermos he held. The figure grinned, capping the thermos and slipping the strap over his shoulders. He grimaced as he looked at the large gash cutting through his black jumpsuit. Glowing green blood flowed freely between his white-gloved fingers as he attempted to stop the bleeding.
"Sam's going to kill me," he muttered, making his way slowly toward said person's house.
His grip on his arm tightened as the cool air brushing past it felt more like daggers than the gentle breeze that graced his face. He floated at a window of the house, knocking on the glass with his free hand. A lump in the bed stirred before sitting up, revealing raven hair and grumpy lilac eyes. He smiled, waving slightly before wincing when he realized he'd used the hand now covered in blood. The young woman was immediately on her feet and over to the window, yanking it open and pulling him inside.
"How bad is it?" she demanded, pushing him back onto her bed.
"Not too bad," he lied, a blue ring appearing at his middle.
The ring split in two, one moving toward his head while the other went to his feet. Black jumpsuit with a white "D" emblem in the center was replaced by baggy jeans and a white tee shirt. White boots were replaced with red sneakers and white laces, gloves and belt removed entirely. White hair was replaced by black and green eyes were blinked away to be replaced by crystal blue eyes instead. The gash on his arm reached from his elbow to his wrist, bleeding profusely.
The young woman knelt in front of him, shaking her head. "Danny, this is worse than last week's injury. I mean, look at it." She touched it gingerly, making the boy wince. "You might need stitches, and since you refuse to go to a hospital, I'll have to do it and that means no anesthetic."
The boy flinched at the thought. "Sam, you know why I can't go to a hospital! What am I supposed to tell my parents?" He cradled his arm against his chest as she went for the medical kit. "'Oh, hey, you might be getting a hospital bill this month because I needed stitches?'"
"Doesn't sound like a bad idea to me," her muffled voice replied as she searched through her closet. "Finally," she muttered, pulling out a large med kit. She returned to Danny's side, setting the kit on the bed and opening it. "You're still going to need stitches." She held up a needle, examining it in the light. "You'll get an infection otherwise."
Danny cringed as she cut some medical thread and threaded the needle. "No, please," he whined. "At least give me something for the pain."
She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine, baby. I'll got get something." She walked out of her room, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway.
Danny remained where he sat on her bed, grimacing each time he poked at the cut on his arm, which was still bleeding. The loss of blood was starting to make him feel a little light-headed, and he hoped Sam returned soon. She did, but she returned empty-handed.
"Damn, he moved the keys," she muttered, closing her door and returning to Danny's side. She stared at his arm then raised her gaze to his eyes. "Danny, don't you have enough sense to at least stop the bleeding?" She sighed and grabbed some scissors, cutting his shirt in half.
"Hey!" Danny cried in indignation.
"You're the nitwit that didn't stop the bleeding. Now, I have to do it for you." She leaned closer to Danny to pull the shirt off of his arms, ignoring her racing heart as her head was inches away from his now bare chest. "God, Danny, look at you," she whispered, finding another, smaller gash between his ribs.
Danny glanced down to where she was looking. "Oh, I didn't know that was there."
She shook her head, sighing heavily. "Just hold still." She laid him down on her bed, wrapping the shirt around Danny's bleeding arm while she dealt with the smaller wound on his chest. "At least this one doesn't need stitches."
"I don't want to be sewn back together," he whined, looking at his arm.
"Just try to relax, and maybe you'll go to sleep before I do it."
Silence fell over them as Sam concentrated on the gash, and Danny tried to concentrate on not concentrating on pictures of Sam sewing his arm back together. Once Sam had finished bandaging the small wound, she turned to his arm. She shot a glance to Danny as she removed the now blood stained tee shirt. He was asleep, one hand resting on his chest. She only hoped it was pain-induced sleep or he'd wake while she was sewing him back up, and he really needed the rest.
Sam picked up the already threaded needle and grimaced as she pierced her best friend's skin with it. He stirred in his sleep and murmured something but didn't wake. As quickly as she could, she patched him up. Sam was suddenly grateful she was taking classes to be a nurse. She could never do this otherwise. Finally stitched up, she wrapped his arm as gently as she could in gauze before gently taking his hand in hers, ruffling his hair as she watched him sleep. He needed the sleep after everything he did for the town.
She looked up as a flash alerted her attention to the window, eyes widening and mouth opening to let out a scream that never came.
The sleeping halfa never moved, never knowing that someone was now missing from his side. He never saw his best friend carried off by a dark figure nor was he aware of the note he now clutched in his grasp instead of her hand. Nothing in the dark night was disturbed as the shadow flew from the city with his prey.
