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Chapter Eleven

Escape

Tucker backed away, kneeling beside Sam, and helped her sit up, brushing her hair out of her face as he watched her worriedly, wiping the blood from her lips. "Sam?" He asked worriedly, his own leg aching horribly.

"I'm ok..." She said slowly, closing her eyes tightly before opening them, finding it hard to breathe. She was sure some ribs were broken. "Danny...? Are you going to be ok?"

Phantom didn't reply, as he used all he had left to stand up and walk over to her, blood and ectoplasm still trailing from his lips. His hand began to glow a soft emerald, before he gently placed it against her chest without hesitation. Moments later, a small warmth crept from his hand, and spread throughout her chest, the pain soon dissipating, as if the bones themselves were mended. "Are you...okay, Sam?" He whispered, gazing down at her as he retreated his hand, his eyes no longer holding the familiar lively green glow.

She breathed deeply, feeling the pressure lift from her chest as her ribs knitted and solidified. "I'm fine." She Carefully stood, taking hold of his shoulders carefully, making him sit down. "You're not. Tucker...could you try and find a medical kit...somewhere? Anywhere?" She couldn't just leave him like this, after saving Tucker's life.

"Uh, sure." Tucker said slowly, limping off to search the room, tearing through cabinets and the like.

He smiled softly as she replied to him, his voice going quiet. "I'm glad..." He whispered, before his eyes feel closed, and his body became limp, as he fell to the floor beside her, motionless.

"Danny!" She yelped, leaning over him as she placed her fingers against his neck, feeling for a pulse. "Duh, Ghost." She rolled her eyes as struggled with his suit, unzipping it and pulling it down to feel his wounds, trying to pull up her first responder classes as she Tucker stumbled back with some gauze and tape, handing it to her. "Thanks Tuck." She said quietly, bandaging his wounds up the best she could, tying it in a knot on his stomach. "Shit..." She quietly wiped the blood from his mouth, elevating his head in her lap. "Idiot, why the hell do you have to be so cocky!" She grumbled, "I don't know even how to help you..."

Tucker flopped down in front of her, reaching for the gauze himself only to have her stop him, shifting Phantom's head on her leg to clean him up herself, knowing that he wasn't the most careful person. "This is really deep Tuck." She stuck her fingers into the hole in his pants, yanking at it until it ripped, so she could clean the gouge better.

"HEY! Those were my favorite pants!" He wined as she cleaned the blood away and began bandaging him up, to stop the blood. He watched her from behind his glasses carefully, wincing as she touched the wound. "What are we going to do Sam, I don't know how to get us out of here..."

"Neither do I." She said slowly, taping the bandage up before sitting back, leaning back a bit, sighing as she looked down at the Phantom laying against her leg. "I don't know if he even knows how to...not that he'll be able to get us anywhere like this." She muttered, unconsciously brushing his bangs from his face. "All this is because of him... I'm sorry to drag you into this Tucker."

"Hey, don't worry about it." Tucker smiled softly, watching how his friend tended to the ghost prince in such a fond manner with a bit of jealousy. "What..." He took a small breath, trying to find the right words without being too blunt. "What's the story with him, anyway..." He gave her a small laugh. "I mean, just two days ago, he was...well, a sadistic, bloodthirsty ghost."

"It's hard to explain." She said quietly, her violet eyes watching the halfa's face for any signs of consciousness. "I'm not sure if He'd want anyone else to know." She looked over at him uncomfortably. "I found something when he kidnapped me, that sorta..." She squirmed, "Unlocked his humanity I guess you could say."

"I'm not sure I follow..." He gave her a nervous smile. "But... I guess I can't complain, if he really wasn't faking that act back there." He paused again. "He's really changed...and... you know, I think he really does care about you."

"Yeah, in a possessive, psychotic way." She said angrily, looking over at her best friend. "You know he was going to force me to become his queen, and sleep in his bed. He's a selfish brat that is prone to moments of complete and utter selflessness."

"R-Really..." Tucker muttered, turning a bit pale. "Wait - WHAT?" He turned red, staring at her with disbelief. "He was going to ...bed...you..." His eyes began to swirl. "But you're fourteen! Oh my god..." He obviously took that comment a little too far...

"Tucker. Just sleep." She didn't mention how he had pinned her down beneath him or his advances on her on the couch as well. "Nothing happened, He's kissed me...more times then I can count, but nothing else." She arched an eyebrow at him, before elbowing him playfully. "I'm saving myself for you remember." She teased him, trying to make him feel a little bit better about being trapped in the ghost zone, hunted and injured.

Tucker blushed brightly, as he sat there, stunned momentarily. "I-I..wait...uh...I c-couldn't...ahhh...!" He looked like he was about to faint again.

She rolled her eyes, sighing as she leaned back, adjusting the ghost prince so she was more comfortable, muttering something under her breath as she did. "You're too predictable Tucker. It's not like that would ever happen. You're my best friend." She smiled at him carefully, setting Phantom down carefully in her lap again.

His face seemed to fall a little, his cheeks still stained pink. Of course she was kidding... he was her 'friend', after all. Just a friend.

Moments later, a weak hand gripped the bottom of Sam's shirt, as Phantom's voice groaned softly. "S-Sam..."

"Danny!" She gasped, taking that hand earnestly, now that he had began to regain consciousness. "Danny, are ok? Can you hear me?" For the moment everything else was forgotten.

He took a few breaths, though he didn't need to breath in all actuality. "Sam...I..."

"What is it?" She asked quietly, leaning closer so she could hear him, nervous that he would pass out again.

"I..." He gave her an absolutely miserable look.

"Feel...like shit..."

She couldn't help but laugh under her breath, smiling at him in relief. "Well that's a good sign, at least you're not in shock." She squeezed his hand carefully, "Can you stand up stupid?"

"I dunno. Right now I'm so grossed out by the taste of ectoplasm in my mouth, I'm contemplating whether or not vomit will make it taste better." He muttered, not moving an inch from where he lay.

"I could grab his feet." Tucker offered, "And drag him out." He didn't quite like the way that Phantom refused to get out of Sam's lap. He knew if it was him, he wouldn't miss that fact, and he was sure that the Halfa hadn't either.

"Touch me, and I'll probably end up blowing your face off." Phantom replied back in a blunt voice. "God I feel like I died again..." He carefully brought up a hand and placed it against his forehead. What the Hell had that laser done to him...?

"Danny." Sam said flatly, "You won't touch him." She stated firmly, before giving Tucker a annoyed look. He should know better. "We shouldn't stay here though, you need help, and I don't think this is the safest place to let you heal."

"What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine..." He stayed there for a moment, completely silent. "I...just don't want to get up is all." Came his excuse.

"I knew it!" Tucker pointed at him angrily, half wanting to toss him out of his friends lap, only to have Sam shove him over.

"He's lying Tuck. He couldn't get up if he wanted to."

Phantom blinked a few times, looking up at Tucker with a slowly growing amusement . "Aww, don't pick on him. He's just jealous I get to lay in your lap..." He grinned, one hand reaching up as his fingers gently brushed against her stomach.

"Why you-" Tucker growled, wanting to rip the boy's hand off, only to grin when Sam none to kindly dumped him to the ground, standing up.

"Ow...my back..."

"I'm going to try and find a way out of here, if you're healthy enough to be perverted, you're healthy enough to be left with Tuck." She said, looking around, poking at the computers, and out in the hall.

"No...seriously... I think I pinched something..."

Tucker just arched an eyebrow at him, none to happy about his attitude. "You need to quit that. Sam's not your type." He muttered, watching the Goth girl leave the room, before standing, favoring his poor leg. "She's not going to go for you."

"I know." Phantom couldn't help but give the boy a whole-hearted grin. "I guess it just proves I really am a ghost... I always seem to want things I can't have." He waved his hand at him, not moving from the spot he was at on the floor - apparently, he really couldn't move. "Don't worry... I'm not going to take your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend." He said automatically, his cheeks heating up. "She's my best friend...I worry about her."

"She's a strong girl you know." He said quietly, resting his hands on his stomach. "You don't need to worry about her so much."

"Yeah but with guys like you chasing after her..." He muttered, turning his bright eyes over at him. "How are you doing, feeling any better?" He had to admit, the guy had helped them, he couldn't be all bad.

"Really? I stand by with the fact that I felt like I died. Again." He looked over at him with a very at ease expression, as if nothing had happened not thirty minutes ago. "Do you want to taste was ectoplasm tastes like? Really, try it sometime. Tastes kind of like sage... garnished in horse shit."

"I'll try and get you some water." He muttered, looking about, disappearing around the corner before he came back with a bottle, kneeling beside the guy before lifting him up, offering the water to him, eyes slanted at him. "Don't take this in any wrong way, I Just don't want to hear you complain..."

"Yes sir." He faked a salute, before taking the bottle gratefully and drinking nearly the entire bottle in one breath... though it certainly helps when one doesn't need to breath. He fell silent for a moment, setting the bottle down. "Thanks, Tucker." He smiled to no one in particular. "You really saved us back there..."

"Yeah well, I can say that I'm not completely useless." He said with a half grin, setting the Halfa back on the ground, only to blink when Sam came running back in, grinning like crazy. "I found a way out." She said excitedly, crouching beside Phantom. "Can I move you Danny?"

"Sammy, you already have." He gave her an incredibly cheesy grin.

"Honestly." She groaned, "Could you choose anything lamer to say?" She took his shoulders, helping him loop his arms about her shoulders, lifting him up almost bridal style, surprised at how light he actually was. She had a bit of trouble carrying him because he was so much taller then her, but it wasn't that bad. "Come on Tuck... If I get tired, take him from me ok?"

"Thank you Sammy" He brushed his hand across her cheek, before leaning up and placing a soft kiss in the same spot. "We'll just need to get you a tux, and me a beautiful white dress..."

"Honestly, did he knock your brain out of whack when he hit you with that laser?" Sam grumbled, as Tucker growled, and she was tempted to hit his head on the doorway as her way out, maybe it would crack his mind back in place that way.

"How could you say that?" The ghost teen gave her watery puppy eyes. Alright, maybe he was a little woozy... But he couldn't be that bad...

"You...are really scaring me." She said quietly, arching her eyebrow as she carried him out, to a oddly shaped vehicle that was obviously used to hold captured animals. She and tucker carefully set him in the back, before the young man turned around and took the wheel, the only one who could figure out the electronics on the thing.

"Hold on you two." He called over his shoulder, pressing a button and the door to the cage closed, the walls sealing up for the jump through the ghost zone, leaving the two in the enclosed place, quiet and secluded from what ever was going on outside.

A few moments after the walls closed around them, and darkness enveloped them, Phantom spoke up in a quiet voice. "...Sam?"

She leaned up against a wall, hugging her knees to her chest. "What is it Danny?" She replied, equally quiet. It was strange, being alone in the dark with him after such a change.

He was silent for another pause. "...I'm sorry."

She arched an eyebrow, even though she knew he couldn't see it. "For what?" She asked curiously, trying to make her eyes adjust to the dark.

"...For dragging you into this..." He replied quietly. "For making your life a living Hell... for hurting you."

She shrugged, a little confused by his words. Gods, she wasn't used to him acting like this. She couldn't stay angry… "Don't worry about it. What's happened, happened." She whispered, finding it funny that they were both being so quiet. "I mean, you've been going through this hell a lot longer then I have. No wonder you're a psycho."

"Hey." He laughed softly. "Sure, kick a guy when he's down."

"I'm not kicking you while you're down!" She said flatly, feeling the ground until she found his hand, scooting over next to him. "I guess...I'm forgiving you. Alright?" She was quiet, for a long moment. "I still don't like you though." She added hastily, looking off to the side.

"Yeah, I know." He replied in an accepting tone. "You have every right not to. I guess ...I'm also sorry that we had to meet under such circumstances." He took a breath, before looking up towards the ceiling, or at least, what he hoped was the ceiling. "Do you think if we met after I had my memories returned... we could have been friends?"

She thought about that for a while, the idea of them talking like normal people still having her a bit off balance, and she quietly squeezed his hand, reassuringly. "I'm sure of it."

He sighed softly, a little disappointed to hear that. It was his own fault things ended up like this... he had no one else to blame. He could easily point fingers at his 'step-father', or his real parents for causing the accident that changed his life, but in reality... it wasn't that simple. "Once we get back... I'll make sure you won't see me again. I promise this time."

She was quiet for a good long time, before pulling her hand free of his, wrapping it about her knees. "You know, you've already pulled me so deep into this web that even if you left me alone, they wouldn't stop coming after me. At least with you here, you can keep the people I care about alive."

"...That certainly is a different response." He said with a weak smile, not bothering to look towards her, even though his night vision was much more evolved than hers. "Before, you'd do anything to get away from me, because you were afraid of me doing just the opposite."

"Well I dumped you like a sack of potatoes and look where that ended me." She said unhappily, the darkness working at her exhausted form. "The only reason I'm not laying next to you is because you...how the hell did you do that anyway?" She looked over at him curiously.

He blinked, actually turning his head to look at her this time. "…Do What?"

"You…fixed me." She said uncomfortably, prodding her knitted ribs.

"Oh…that." He laughed softly, before returning his gaze to the ceiling. "I…really don't know. All I remember is wanting so bad to take your pain away… I can't really even recall what I did exactly."

She felt something inside of her pinch, and she angrily looked to the side, trying to quiet said feeling as she cuddled herself up closer. "I can't understand you." She muttered.

"Funny…no one ever can." He laughed again, then made a hissing sound and clenched his chest. Must remember laughing is painful… can't do that for a while…

"Oh You big baby." She grumbled, feeling the ground for him, her fingers pressing along his arms up to his shoulders, before she carefully pulled him into a sitting position, supported by Sam's shoulder. "Here, this should make it easier for you." She sighed, wondering what the Hell was wrong with her. She...just couldn't stay furious with him when he acted so...human.

He groaned quietly as she pulled him up, forcing him to sit up. The process itself was painful, but he actually did feel a bit better in that position. "Thanks." He smiled, before leaning closer to her, his lips almost brushing up against her ear in a sensual fashion, as his voice changed to the tone he often used when he was still a violent, murdering ghost. "Sammy."

"AUGH!" She yelped, wrenching away from him, her eyes wide. Was he screwing with her mind?

Apparently, that wasn't the smartest thing to do on his part, since it ended up with him slumping to the floor again, fairly hard. He bit his tongue just to make sure he didn't make a pathetic cry as the contact came. Slowly, his hands held his stomach and chest, the slight familiar taste of ectoplasm present in his mouth once again. "Good lord Sam... I was kidding..." He groaned. "A little... tense, are we...?"

"Uh Hello! I'm still not used to you not trying to either kill me, or molest me! What did you think I'd do?" She snapped, helping him up again, feeling how he was holding his middle. "Jesus... I'm sorry." She grumbled, setting him back against the wall, trying to squirm her arm free of where it was pinned behind his back and the wall. "Don't try that again..."

"...How about when I feel better?" He gave her a wide grin, trying to mask the discomfort he was currently withstanding.

"Ever." She glowered at him, tenderly touching the bandages at his waist, to make sure that they weren't soaking through, cursing a little when she felt the wetness of his blood on her finger tips. "Danny!" She groaned, leaning over him, as she dug into her pocket to pull out the remaining gauze that she had taken with her just incase. "Stay still, I'm going to cover this up..."

He hissed in pain against as she moved him, his eyes screwing shut, before he tried to force them open, the faint emerald glow lighting up their dark container. "S-Stop it... I'm fine...!" His hands clenched into fists, green energy growing brighter as it pulsed to life. Why wasn't he able to deal with pain? Oh yeah... he rarely experienced it. Well, there goes his 'tough-as-nails' ego... "Goddamn it Sam, that hurts!"

"Well it'll hurt a lot more if you end up withered like a raisin without any blood left in you." She growled, though the glowing of his eyes made it a lot easier for her to see. "Calm down..." She Carefully undid the bloody bandages, her skilled fingers moving over his skin as she carefully found that bottle of water she had brought and let the cold liquid rinse the wounds clean, hopefully soothing them a little bit. She patted them dry, wincing at the sight of the burnt bleeding flesh, before she used her teeth to tear a few chunks apart, rolling them up to place carefully over the wounds, trying to ignore the sounds of pain that was coming from the prince, before she wrapped the remaining part about his waist, binding it tightly in place.

Thankfully, Phantom was able to keep his pride in tact as she worked on his wounds, though every once and a while his eyes would flash brightly when the pain became almost unbearable. "Sam..." He groaned, turning his head to one side, a thin film of sweat adorning his features as he screwed his eyes shut once again.

Sam couldn't help but flush at the sound of that, quietly cursing herself out as she finished bandaging him, soaking the remaining bit of gauze with water, carefully cleaning his face off with a sigh. "There, all finished. Don't up and die on me fully alright?"

Even through his pain, he was able to glance at her and crack a smile, trying his best not to make her worry. "I won't. I'm too stubborn, you know that."

She gave him a withering look, before she offered the water up to him. "Can you drink Danny?"

"I'd rather not... I'm afraid anything that enters my stomach will end up on the floor..." He made a disgusted face, his skin looking a few shades paler than he usually was. It was odd... he really didn't feel any better not seconds after the laser came in contact with him. In fact, he could have sworn he felt worse.

"I don't know much about half ghost physiology, but...for humans you shouldn't get dehydrated when your hurt like this." She said insistently. "Don't make me force you to drink it."

He blinked at her, before he gave her a mischievous grin. "Well, I suppose I'll drink it if you feed it to me by mouth..."

She felt her cheeks burn and she lifted her hand, preparing to strike him. "You little--" She growled, before looking even more frustrated, before she threw her free hand up, looking up to the heavens for a reason she was plagued by this man so much. "You know what? Huh? Fine." She growled, taking a deep swig of the water before she pushed his shoulders against the back of the cage, her mouth meeting his solidly.

That had certainly caught him off guard. But in the state he was in, he couldn't complain...nor would he want to anyway. After a few seconds of letting the initial shock sinking in, he slowly lidded his eyes, his right hand slowly moving to the back of her head as he returned her actions with an eager, but not forceful, anticipation. It wasn't long before her 'drink' she had gotten for him was forgotten completely, his tongue timidly playing across her lips.

She felt her cheeks heat up scarlet at the feeling of his tongue against her sensitive lips, and she half choked-half swallowed the water as she pulled away sharply, though his hand in her hair stopped her from pulling away to far. She couldn't quite think straight, or should I say, at all, and a few seconds passed of tension between the two, eyes locked and breath mingling, before she timidly pressed her parted lips to his again.

The moment there was a brief pass of silence, Phantom was sure as Hell Sam was going to rip every limb off his body and leave him to bleed in a grueling state of half-death. He knew how much she loathed for him to kiss her, considering he did it quite often when he was still a sadistic, obsessive ghost. Well, maybe that obsessive undertone wasn't completely gone... because he couldn't be sure if it was a truly innocent human emotion he was experiencing, or something that originated from ghostly influence. Either way, he had the mind of a teen boy, and at the moment, the only thing he could deduct was that Sam hadn't pulled away from him, she's suddenly kissing him again, and he was currently in heaven. Without wasting a fraction of the moment they were in, he tangled his gloves fingers deeper into her raven locks, eagerly returning the increasingly passionate kiss. After Sam displayed little or no resistance, he disposed of any annoying hesitance, and slowly began to run his free hand up the back of her shirt, riding the fabric up closer to her chest. His tongue came into play again, as he bravely licked her lips and let out a soft sigh before completely invading her mouth, his tongue running over her own in a sensual fashion.

She shivered as his fingers ran over her skin, the cool air licking at her flesh as her shirt rode up and felt her heart jump when his tongue pushed into her mouth and ran over her own, sending electricity through her form. Oh god... She slowly responded to his touches, moving her tongue to meet his own, as she leaned into him slowly, her hand slipping from his shoulder to slowly begin to curl about his neck, playing with the wisps of white hair there... Only to nearly jump out of her skin when a very familiar voice broke the moment rather rudely in half.

"SAM!"

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What's that? Did you all like that last scene? xDD Ahaha…. That makes three of us. Got a little toasty in there. But oh! Another cliffie. I really am evil, aren't I? And it's gonna be another week before the next chapter's up, too. Because my SINUSES are about to IMPLODE. D: That, and school. Merf.

Until next time, y'all. ;D Much loves!

Zoey