Yay, I'm back. Hurrah! I would also liken to thank my only (so far) reviewer. I read your review and I was literally thinking, "Whoa. Intense. I'm on a Story Alert List. Crap, better get started on the next chapter." Anyway, without further ado, here is my third chappie. Also, my Internet and I are engaged in an on/off relationship. Updates will be sporadic.

Sue Killer: Danielle/Daniel

Her smile is the last thing I remember. I haven't seen her for a week. Which is good, right? No news is good news, right? Yeah right. I'm so worried that she might have melted into a pile of ectoplasmic green, goo and I wasn't there to help her out. I mean, I know I'm only a C+ student but with my friends' and my sister's help, I'm sure we could've come up with something. Something to help her recharge lost energy. But that smile of hers was just so confident.

I'm worried. But, when she flew away, she had a smile that was completely full of joy and carefree freedom and nothing else. And the best part was that I caused that smile. So seeing that smile made me feel something weird. Almost like pride and protectiveness mixed together. I guess she's like the little sister I never had, (and truthfully, if she turned out to be anything like Jazz, I probably would not want). Or rather, the little cloned "Mini-me" version (seriously, she was so short, she could've been one eighth my size).

But watching her fly away, I felt something else. I felt sadness. And jealousy. Sadness that the one person who might understand what I was going through, and wasn't trying to convert me to the "Dark Side" was leaving. Jealousy because, how dare she be carefree. How dare she not feel attachment to another person. How come she, for all her newbie-ness, has the power that I lack: she can just fly away and abandon her problems; shrug them on to someone else's shoulders. But when I think this, I think thank God that I still care enough about the people of Amity Park, (well most anyway) to remain human enough to live a semi-normal life. And that, when it comes right down to it, I can't really blame her for not having such strong moral ethics. If my mom was a hologram of somebody else's mom and my dad was Vlad Masters, I'd be even worse. Not too mention that she grew up in a test tube and all her sibling had already melted into radioactive, green stuff.

So, I end up calming down. And I realize that thinking about Danielle is complicated. And there's only one easily identifiable thought. If anyone, anyone, up to, and including my future evil self, (him being half Plasmius, I can see this happening) tries to hurt, threaten, or scare my little cousin/almost-sister/ (gender-bending) Mini-me, I will hunt them down and make them pay, in any way and all ways possible.

Amethyst Ocean: Danny/Sam

Sam let out a huge sigh. She was being carried around the Ghost Zone, again. By Skulker, nonetheless. She hoped Danny would come soon; Skulker's armor was not the most comfortable pillow; nothing compared to the chill felt through black and silver hazmat. Not too mention the comfort his arms and their solid, never-let-you-go grip gave her. And then there were his eyes, that incredible shade of-. She grabbed a hold of her daydreaming mind and told it to stop. Sam was so intent on stopping that delectable description of Danny that she never realized that the object of her affections had appeared and had engaged in "witty banter" with her captor. In fact, Sam was only brought out of her internal argument when Skulker decided to prove a point and Sam found herself dangling by one arm above a very long drop through the Ghost Zone. And then, even worse, Sam found herself falling. Until the grip she had just been dreaming about caught her. She looked into eyes, which no matter what color, radiated trust, kindness, and right now, while gazing at her: worry and concern. They slowly landed on one of the many floating pieces of rock and Danny let her out of his arms. She whirled around to face him and began to apologize.

"Danny, I'm sorry. I can't believe I dragged you out of bed for this. This is all my fault. If only I had-" Danny held up a finger to her mouth to stop the outpouring of words.

"Shhh. Sam, its not your fault. It's Skulker's." Here he directed a growl and a glare at the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter's retreating form. "I can't believe he would sink so low as to steal one of my best friends. Although," now Danny turned to stare out at the green and black swirls of the Ghost Zone while he continued to muse. "Tucker's so much worse at using ghost-hunting equipment and self-defense. Why didn't Skulker go after him to use as a lure? And there weren't any traps, I mean besides the obvious ones. Which is weird. Really weird. Hey Sam, can you think of any reasons why…Sam? Hey Sam you in there?

Sam shook her head out of a daze. It was now or never. "Maybe he realized something about us that we didn't."

Danny was completely nonplussed. "What? Noticed what about who?"

"Maybe," she repeated while leaning in close to his face, "maybe he noticed how you and I act different around each other."

"Different? How?"

"Like" inhale. Sam, inhale, deep breathe. "this" Good. Now exhale into his mouth. Good job. You're doing excellent. Now just hold your breath until he realizes what is going on and responds.

Danny was to say the least, shocked out of any leftover sleepy feelings he may have harbored. He slowly lifted his hands and wrapped them around the slim body pressing into his. He then closed his eyes and kissed the girl of his dreams back as he had wanted too since forever.

From a very safe distance away, a smirk appeared on a metal face. A watch was checked on an integrated PDA. 12:01. Perfect. Happy Valentine's Day, whelp. Enjoy it while you can.

Yay. Another chapter done. I must warn you though. These were not my favorite. Also, it was surprisingly hard to do a D/S and keep it completely in characterIf I managed to.Oh well.

Anyway, before I completely forget…

Disclaimer: Got ya. See, I knew what you were thinking at the beginning. "No disclaimer" Gasp. "Has she possibly gotten the rights to Danny Phantom and all related paraphernalia? Let us write loads and loads and tons of fan mail to her begging to see our favorite pairings appear in the next chapter." Sigh. Sadly, no I have not gained the rights and so thus, I do not own Danny Phantom, ect. But still, please review and write to me a favorite shipping, so that I might write about it. Or just review. Either one is good. See ya soon. I hope.