Songs For Sam Chapter 1: Savin Me, a danny phantom fanfic

This song fic was requested by one of my most favorite of readers, Sam Fenton. I've been really blocked and burnt out, so please forgive me if it's a little…or a lot lame. Sam Fenton didn't really want this to be angsty, so its a lot lighter than it could be.

Thanks also to Bluemyst19 for her help, encouragement and ideas….She's a fantastic muse

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or any of the related characters. I do not own the song Savin Me by Nickleback.

Savin Me

Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin'

"Samantha!" her mother yelled at the top of her lungs. "I've had it with your disrespectful attitude. Mr. Hammersmith didn't come here to be insulted. His family has been in the lunch meat business for over fifty years! His business could have helped ours!"

Sam closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she listened to her mother rant. Mr. Hammersmith had come to dinner. Her parents were very desperate to impress him, to gain his business and approval. Sam being Sam of course, didn't care to impress anyone, and she was feeling bitter and vengeful as she sat at the table in some hideous pink floral dress with an itchy lace collar.

Mr. Hammersmith began talking about deli meats as he cut into his steak and Sam's clenched her teeth together. She did her best to hold back her comments, but when he looked at her with his fat face, which had probably eaten more of his share of innocent baby animals, and asked her what her favorite lunch meat was, then scoffed when she told him she was a vegetarian, she could hold it back no more. She stood shaking slightly as she watched him chewing the steak with a half open mouth and went off on him about the ethics of the meat industry, the waste, the cruelty, the corruption. He had laughed at her. The man opened up his rotten mouth and laughed, so she threw her drink in his face and stormed out of the dinning room and up the stairs.

"You know what it is?" Sam's mother screeched. "It's those ruffian friend's of yours! It's that..Fenton boy filling you with all these crazy ideas!" Sam knew better than to say a word. She just sat on her bed and looked forward, keeping her expression blank

"You might protest about the meat industry, young lady, but it that very industry which puts a roof over your head, food on your plate and clothes on your back. You could at least show your gratitude! But no, you've learned your manners from Tucker and Danny. I don't want you around them Samantha. You're grounded! A month! I don't want you near them for a month! You can use that time to reflect on how a proper daughter should act!" She cast a disgusted look at Sam then left the room, slamming the door behind her.

Sam took several deep breaths and did her best to hold back her tears. Her mother knew how to hit her where it hurt the most. It wasn't so much Tucker as it was Danny. She didn't know if she could get by for the next month without him.

By nature, Sam was not an emotional person, but as she reached for her cell phone with shaking hands, tears began to roll down her face. She was so tired of the prison her parents kept her in. Trying to make her conform to their standards, to what they wanted her to be. She was imprisoned by her room, there was no escape. She put the phone down and walked to the window, placing her hands on the bars her parents had installed when they walked in one morning and found Danny asleep on the end of her bed.

She put her hand on the iron bars and wanted to scream. She wanted to scream his name, to take her away from these four walls that trapped her. It was funny though, they installed the bars, but they really couldn't keep her in, not when Danny could walk right through them and fly her out of there.

Sam took a deep breath as she gripped the cold iron bars across her window. She wanted to climb through them, run away and never come back. She wanted to be saved, but not like some stupid girl who can't take care of herself, but just rescued from this place, this misery.

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

Her problem was that he didn't love her. He'd come, fly her around for a couple of hours, then bring her back. If he would just listen to her. If he would just tell her he cared for her a little more, if he would just say the word, she'd be his forever. She'd run away with him, leave everything for him, but then maybe he didn't think she was worth saving.

Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I'm callin'
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm fallin'

Danny sat in his ghost form, on the highest point in Amity Park. He could see his house, the array on top of the ops center. He could see the school and the mall. He could see Tucker's house and Paulina's, but his eyes were drawn to one house and he imagined he could see the light shining through the ridiculous bars on her windows.

He felt damned and worthless. He'd just finished fighting Skulker for the twentieth time that week and he felt broken and damned. There was an article in the paper about him and whether or not he was a menace to Amity Park. It hurt that he worked so hard to keep the residents of this city safe, and yet he was still public enemy number one, it didn't matter that his approval ratings were through the roof.

Sam made it all better though. Her smile made it worth it. Her laughter and sarcastic wit, maybe that's the reason he kept fighting was for her. Danny closed his eyes tight. He was falling in love with her, falling so hard, it scared him because who would save him?

He wished he could be strong like her. Standing firm and courageous in her convictions. She kept him on the right track too, always frowning on the abuse of his powers, teaching him right from wrong. How is it that she always knew the right thing to say or do? Was she just born with the gift? He was constantly amazed by her.

Danny stood and flew toward her house. He was tired. Tired of the fight. He just wanted to run away. He wanted to run away with Sam. He felt like he was locked up and someone threw away the key. Seeing her would make it better.

Sam smiled as he phased through the bars. He wished she would tell him that she loved him, he would leave behind all the pain and anguish and fear he had if she loved him. Maybe she didn't think he was worth the effort.

"Danny," was all she said as she reached out for him, and he didn't hesitate to take her into his arms. It was funny, he thought to himself as she pulled away and blushed slightly. He was supposed to be the hero, but she was always the one saving him.

"I love you," he told her as he turned to the side and looked out the window.

Sam took a deep breath and bit her lip before saying, "I love you too." He turned and smiled at her. She sighed, thinking to herself, that he'd saved her again.