This story is based on "You Were Meant for Me" by Jewel.

Reviews:Oops, guess I forgot who reviewed for the last chapter. Sorry:(

A quick note from the author: In this story, Danny and Sam have already been together for a year or something. Okay? Okay.

Disclaimer: I don't own DP. "You Were Meant for Me" was written by Jewel and is the full property of Jewel and the record company that records it. Blah, blah, blah…

So Far From Where I've Been

An alarm clock beside the bed beeped, alerting the sleeper that it was 6 a.m. The figure in the bed groaned and opened his blue eyes. He ran a hand through his messy black hair, sighing then slapping the alarm off. He sat up and stretched before heading into the kitchen. Raven bangs fell over his eyes as he cooked his breakfast.

Living alone had been hard for Danny, but after Sam had left, he'd adjusted to it…slowly. He sighed and served his food on a clean plate. Sam hated it when he served things on dirty plates. He sat down and ate slowly, thinking about Sam. He knew she loved him just as much as he loved her, but she couldn't live with a slob. He didn't blame her for that.

I hear the clock, it's six a.m.

I feel so far from where I've been

I got my eggs, I got my pancakes too

Got my maple syrup, everything but you

I break the yolks and make a smiley face

I kinda like it in my brand new place

I wipe the spots off the mirror, don't leave the keys in the door

I never put wet towels on the floor anymore 'cause

Dreams last for so long even after you're gone

I know you love me and soon you will see

You were meant for me, and I was meant for you

He put his plate in the sink then walked into the hallway with a cup of coffee. He stood at the window looking out, sipping his coffee before grabbing the phone and dialing his parents' number.

"Hello?"

He blinked. "Jazz? What are you doing over there?"

"Erik and I brought the kids over. What's up?"

"I…just wanted to talk to Mom."

"She went for a walk. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he lied, looking down at his coffee and swirling it in his cup.

"Danny, it's not good to bottle up your emotions."

He closed his eyes. "Jazz, when I need a shrink, I'll call you," he said shortly.

"Well, okay, but I really think you should—"

He hung up, opening his eyes and picking up the paper. He set his coffee on the table and sat down to read the paper. There wasn't much to read. Nothing exciting ever happened in Amity Park unless there was an escaped ghost, and even then he cleaned up the situation quickly and often without being seen. Every once in a while, the Amity Park reporters got lucky and caught him in a hard battle.

He threw the paper aside and left his cold coffee on the table as he grabbed his keys and opened the front door. It was raining, which only added to his depressed mood. He grabbed his coat and pulled it on, locking the door behind him then stuffing his keys and hands in his pockets.

I called my momma, she was out for a walk

Consoled a cup of coffee, but it didn't wanna talk

So I picked up the paper, it was more bad news

More hearts being broken or people being used

Put on my coat in the pouring rain

I saw a movie it just wasn't the same

'Cause it was happy, and I was sad and

It made me miss you oh so bad 'cause

Dreams last for so long, even after you're gone

I know you love me and soon you will see

You were meant for me, and I was meant for you

He walked to the theatre, not caring that his hair was soaked by the time he arrived. He wiped his wet and sticking bangs from his forehead as he bought a ticket and headed inside. He sat in the chair, not even bothering to look at the movie. He thought about the time Sam had wished they'd never met that one day when he'd planned to go to Paulina's party as Danny Phantom instead of going with Sam to the movies like he'd promised before.

Desiree had granted Sam's wish, and Danny found himself without powers and without any memory of Sam. He sighed, looking up at the movie. After they'd gotten that whole situation cleared up, he'd taken her to the movies like he promised. He stood and left the theatre. It was still raining outside so Danny walked down an alley, went ghost, and flew home. He landed on the roof and gazed across the town. He changed back to human form then pulled out his cell. He stared at the phone then dialed Sam's number. It rang twice before someone picked up.

"Hello?"

He didn't speak, his heart racing in his chest just from hearing her voice.

"Hello?"

He remained silent. What was he supposed to say: I miss you, come home? He sighed.

"Danny?" she whispered.

He quickly pulled the phone away and hung up. How had she known?

I go about my business, I'm doing fine

Besides, what would I say if I had you on the line?

Sam old story, not much to say

Hearts are broken every day

He went ghost again, sinking through his roof into his bedroom. He went intangible so the water fell right off of him.

"That was smart," he muttered, soaking the water up from the carpet with a towel.

He returned to human form and went to brush his teeth, making sure he turned the light off. He grabbed a book and set it on his nightstand then put on his pajamas and looked around. He may have been half alive because of his ghost side, but now that Sam was gone he felt dead. There was no doubt about it: he missed her. He sat on his bed, opening the book. He needed to concentrate on something else. That was all it was.

I brush my teeth and put the cap back on

I know you hate it when I leave the light on

I pick up a book and turn the sheets down and then

Take a deep breath and a good look around

Put on my pj's and hop into bed

I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead

I try to tell myself it'll be all right

I just shouldn't think anymore tonight 'cause

Dreams last so long, even after you're gone

I know you love me and soon I know you will see

You were meant for me, and I was meant for you

Yeah, you were meant for me, and I was meant for you

Something had woken him. He opened his eyes, rubbing the back of his hand across them. When had he fallen asleep? Something touched him, and he whirled around, eyes wide. Sam was sitting beside him, smiling softly. He stared at her.

"I'm dreaming," he muttered, rubbing his eyes again. "Nobody pinch me." She laughed then pinched him. "Ow!" He rubbed his arm, eyeing her curiously. "Why aren't you disappearing?"

"Because I'm not a dream, silly." She ruffled his hair. "This is real, Danny," she said softly.

"It's real," he whispered, touching her. Then he pulled her close, burying his face in her hair. "This is definitely real."

A/N: Okay, how many of you thought I was going to leave it where he just falls asleep and that's it? How many of you thought I was going to make the end where something wakes him a dream he really was having? How many of you knew I wouldn't be able to make two depressing tales in a row without making one end up happy at the end? Seriously now, people. Tell me which one you thought. I want to tally up the votes and post it for the next one. :D If you thought I was going to leave him asleep, type a 1 at the beginning of your review. If you thought I was going to make him dream, type 2. If you knew I was going to end it somehow like this, type 3. Well, that's all. See you next time. :D