Disclaimer: Danny Phantom-This show is the sole property of Butch Hartman and MUST NOT BE CANCELLED! "Savin' Me" by Nickelback-This song is the sole property of said band. It's a very good song, and I like it.

A quick note: While at my cousins' this weekend, I listened to "Savin' Me" by Nickelback over and over again. I'm pretty sure I've made them sick of the song, but I think my cousin Kirsty likes it. This idea came to me in pieces while my cousin Ana was talking with her friend Hailey. We're supposed to be working on this "modern-day Peter Pan" story, but she's off talking and talking and talking, so this gave me a chance to begin my work on this beautiful work of fan fiction.

Reviews: er, they kinda got lost...

Savin' Me

He clung to the brick building, shivering at the wind that swirled around him. He cried out as his foot slipped, reaching out with his hands to catch himself. He gritted his teeth as his broken arm burned from his elbow to his wrist. He could barely cling to the ledge of the eighteenth story, his arms bruised, bloodied, and his left one being broken. The toes of his sneakers dug into the bricks of the building, pushing him up as he pulled himself back onto the ledge, tears slipping down his dirty cheeks as he tried to keep himself from screaming in pain.

He curled up on the thin ledge, pulling his legs up to his chest, letting out a sharp gasp as his wounded ribs twanged in agony. His breath came in sharp gasps, glazed pale blue eyes closing for a moment before reopening to gaze up at the stars. Raven hair was blown back by a rough breeze, revealing the cut above his left brow. He missed his friends. Why hadn't they come with him? Tucker had had some sort of… geek thing to go to, and Sam.

He swallowed hard. "Sam," he whispered, leaning his head against the brick wall. He had told her it was too dangerous, and she had yelled at him then run away.

His gaze drifted to the window. It was so close, yet he couldn't find the strength to uncurl himself from his position. He was going to die here. It was becoming more and more difficult to breath, and blood was dribbling from his mouth. It was so cold. It was the middle of summer, but up here on the eighteenth story, it felt like it should be the middle of winter. Shock was settling in, and every single one of his wounds burned with a terrible fire. He curled up closer to the wall, eyes closing once more.

"Sam, please," he choked out, arms hugged around himself tightly.

She wouldn't come. Why would she? She couldn't hear him, and he couldn't contact her in any way. He was too weak to go ghost, and he couldn't reach the window in his present condition. He grimaced and gripped his side tightly as a fresh wound began to bleed in the cold air. He was never going to get out of here. He thought about letting himself fall off the building, but he would never see Sam again or his family. He raised his head, eyes opening once more. He thought he had heard his name called; no, he was hallucinating now.

"Danny!" The window closest to him opened, a familiar figure leaning out. Raven hair whipped around her face, the lilac eyes of an angel gazing out at him. "Oh, Danny," she whispered.

He reached out to her, and she leaned out to take hold of his hands. He cried out as she helped pull him up, ignoring her apology. He could barely take the few steps to get to the window, even though she kept hold of his hands. His eyes were closing on their own as she helped him into the room, and they both nearly toppled to the ground, sinking to their knees upon the ground. He leaned on her, trembling and gripping tightly to her jacket. He never wanted to let her go. He was afraid he was dreaming; he was going to wake up and find himself on the ledge again.

"Oh, Danny," she whispered, stroking his hair.

He felt something warm being wrapped around his shoulders. He recognized the black fleece blanket he had given her, and he wanted to object. It was going to get bloody. It would never be the same again. He couldn't find the strength, curling up closer to Sam's warmth and tugging the blanket closer. He could feel tears wetting his cheeks, tears that weren't his own. Sam was crying; she was crying for him. He had never seen her cry; she was his pillar of strength.

"Don't worry, Danny," she whispered, brushing his tears away with her thumb. "I'm going to take care of you, and we're going to get them back for this. I won't let them hurt you like this ever again."

A last quick note: Well, I guess you could call this a "Don't cancel Danny" story, if there is such a thing. We cannot allow them to cancel our hero. Support our hero! Let him fly again! Give us the next episode, you stupid orange blob!