Disclaimer I do not own Danny Phantom. I am just a dedicated fan.

DarkDragonQueen: Here I am again with a new story. I know, I know, you're asking me hey aren't you working on the Black Phoenix? Well I am and I'm way ahead so you'll still get your update. This is different from my other stories. It's more of a drama/angst story, which is something I've never done before... well I have but I didn't like it and took it off. Anyway, it's a very high Rated T on the brink of M, but not violent enough for that. It contains mentions of rape and graphic birth at the end.

I know it's late. I was busy Thursday and gone Friday. I didn't have time, but you can't blame a girl. She needs time too.

Yeah, you read this next part from me all the time. Grammar is not my best subject. I can apply it well to writing but I'm not perfect people. If you see a few mistakes here and there dismiss them. Luckily my spelling and use of words makes up for that.

Without further adu I give you the second chapter of Trial, Transition, Growth: Book I.

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Shopping

By

DarkDragonQueen

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Sam groaned as she struggled to find something to wear in her closet. Everything was either too tight, or it fit, but made her pregnancy obvious. She sat on her bed and crossed her arms. She had been able to find a pair of black jeans that had been too big for her before now, but she was now stuck on what top to where. She sighed as she grabbed a purple tank top with spaghetti sleeves and put it on. Maybe Jazz had a jacket she could wear over it.

She went to the room across the hall from her and knocked on the door. Jazz came to it with a book in her hands and a pencil behind her ear.

"Hey Sam what's up?" Jazz asked with a cheery smile.

Sam sighed and pointing to her expanding abdomen. "More like what's out. Do you have a jacket I can borrow?"

Jazz looked down and blinked realizing her problem.

"Oh, you clothes are too small. Well, we can fix that. Get a jacket from my closet and I'll go start up the car and we can go shopping for some bigger clothes.

Sam shook her head as Jazz pulled her in her room before she started to leave her room. "Jazz you don't have to do that I'll make due."

"Listen, I promised your god- sister I would make you as comfortable and welcome as possible. It's no problem really. I was just studying for a quiz coming Monday. I already know the stuff, so let's go. I'll get Danny to come too since I'm sure he has nothing better to do.

Sam sighed. There was just no arguing with Jazz. She grabbed a blue denim jacket and put it on. It fit perfectly and hid her growing mid- section. She went downstairs to find Jazz talking to Danny who seemed to be trying to get out of going shopping with them.

"Oh come on... the least you can do is come and help carry that bags for the girl you-" Jazz was cut off by Danny who saw Sam coming.

"Alright Jazz, I'll come. Just shut up." Danny blushed.

Jazz smirked as Sam came down the stairs looking quite confused.

"Did I interrupt anything important?" she asked.

"No, Jazz was just telling me you needed to go shopping and I was just telling her I would be happy to come." Danny rubbed the back of his neck and Sam realized over the last two and a half months that it was something he did when he was nervous.

"Okay," Sam said though she didn't really buy it and then turned Jazz. "Now you really don't have to-"

"Come on Sam. Let someone else do something for you for once. I bet we can find some really nice and stylish-"

"Dark colored," Sam interrupted.

"Clothes in the mall." Jazz finished ignoring Sam's side remark as the three headed out the door.

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"Why did out drag me out here and neglect to mention that you were at the mall with two girls, one who's pregnant might I add and being there bag carrier?" Tucker asked annoyed as Jazz and Sam looked in their fourth store in the last two hours.

"There was no way I was suffering this complete humiliation on my own." Danny added just as annoyed.

"Oh Sam, look at this." Jazz said hold up another maternity outfit that hid her bulging stomach.

Sam looked at the black outfit and put it up to her. "This will work. Now are you sure you want to pay for all this. I have my own account."

Jazz glared. "We're not going to argue about this again Sam. I told you-"

"Can we please take a break and at least eat. This is not the way I wanted to spend my Saturday." Tucker whined.

Sam rubbed her stomach. "Food sounds good. I want one of those cheese calzone at that Italian place at the food court."

"Well, the pregnant woman agrees. Let's go." Tucker said as he rushed to the cashier line.

Ten minutes later they were headed to the food court and now the girls were had taken a load off the boys by helping them carry bags.

"So, do you know if it's a girl or a boy yet?" Jazz asked curiously.

"I've got two weeks before I find that out, but it's a healthy baby and it's growing at a good rate." Sam replied as she continued walking.

"What are you naming it?" Danny asked.

"Lilith if it's a girl." Sam replied.

"And if it's a boy?" Tucker asked.

Sam shrugged. "I haven't thought of one, I'm just so convinced it's a girl."

"What if it isn't?" Jazz asked.

"Then I'll think of something." Sam suddenly blushed for some unknown reason to the group.

"You must have one boy name." Jazz pushed and after getting no reply looked back at Sam only to see she wasn't walking but standing looking in a window at something.

The three went and stood behind the girl who was looking at a pair of baby shoes and a cute pastel purple baby girl outfit.

"Aw, it's so cute." Jazz smiled.

"Don't tell me we're going to look at baby clothes too?" Tucker exclaimed.

"I don't even know what gender it is yet." Sam laughed as they continued walking. "But if it's a girl I'm going back to get that as soon as I find out."

"I really hope you have a girl then." Danny laughed. "We wouldn't want you to be disappointed if it were a boy."

"I won't be. I'll love it just as much whether it's a girl or a boy." Sam rubbed her stomach unconsciously.

"Okay as this mushy gushy, I'll love it whether it's a boy or a girl is, I'm hungry. So can we please do this later." Tucker asked as they approached the food court.

Jazz rolled her eyes. "You have an appetite to compete with Sam's and that's saying something because she's pregnant."

"Sometimes I wonder which one is pregnant. Sam or Tucker?" Danny laughed at the look that crossed Tuckers face.

"Okay man, don't even play like that." Tucker shook his head in horror and the group laughed.

"Okay what are we getting?" Danny asked putting the bags down on the floor as the picked a table.

"You don't have to get it. I can do it." Sam argued.

Danny sighed. "Would hurt to let someone serve you just one time?"

Sam frowned. "But you guys have already done enough already. I feel guilty."

"Don't, now Sam sit down." Danny commanded.

"Danny, I can do it myself. I'm perfectly capable." Sam shot back.

Jazz and Tucker just watched amused. It look like Sam had found someone to take the place of worried father- to- be in their eyes. There were bickering like a young couple expecting their first child and the mother not liking the fact that the father was being overprotective. the two kept this to themselves though. Everything would unfold on it's own.

In the end, Danny had Sam sitting down with her arms crossed while he went to go get the food. Tucker was looking at the footage he had just taped. He would have to show this to Danny and Sam one day when he teased them about this. They would probably be permanently red in the face.

When Danny came back with the food Sam dug in like she hadn't eaten in five years and at that moment a shadow stood over her.

"I'm surprised you don't look like a pig with the way you're eating Goth girl." said the thick Hispanic accent.

Sam snapped the plastic fork in half having been gripping it so tight. "At least I don't look as thin as a sewing needle." she said standing up and turning to look at the girl.

"Why you little-" Paulina cut herself off looking down at something before looking up with a evil look in her eyes. "Been shopping."

"What's it to you?" Sam glared.

"Hopefully whatever it is doesn't look any worse than what you usually wear. It should be illegal for someone to dress like you do." Paulina scoffed.

"Why you little-" Danny cut Sam off before she cussed the Hispanic girl out in the middle of the mall.

"Just leave it Sam." Danny said pulling her back.

"Yeah loser. Keep your little Goth freak girlfriend at bay. Wouldn't want them to arrest her for being half freak and half ugly." Paulina sneered as she walked away.

"I'll kill her." Sam growled under her breath as she sat back down not having much of an appetite now.

"Paulina's just a little spoiled rotten girl." Jazz rolled her eyes. "Don't let her get to you."

Sam found that hard to do, but she managed to calm herself. Then she blinked remembering the evil look in the Latina girl's eyes. It was as though she was planning something.

"You alright Sam?" Jazz asked and Sam shook her head.

"Yeah I'm fine." Sam replied though she really wasn't. She had a feeling things were about to get much more complicated in her life than they already were.

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Okay, not much to say here except look for the drama in the next chapter. R&R.