A/n: welcome back my loyal readers so yes, we know a bit more about crystal and even joe and this version of Vlad, unfortunately, they won't be in this chapter, as the title implies this chapter is simply an interview between Sam and Danny in phantom form, also I know this is a quick update however I'm not at all sure when the next one will be. I will try to give you guys the next one, as soon as possible.

Also, go on an assume at least a two-week time jump for every chapter after this one unless I say otherwise

Chapter 3: Interview with the phantom

"I am not a child now.
I can take care of myself.
I mustn't let them down now-
Mustn't let them see me cry.
I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm too tired to listen. I'm too old to believe:
All these childish stories. There is no such thing as faith,
And trust, And pixie dust. I try, but it's so hard to believe. I try,
But I can't see what you see.
I try. I try. I try."

Joanatha Brooke; I try

Over looker's pov

After Danny Phantom's appearance in the hospital, New York was abuzz with the mysterious phantom hero. They were calling him invisobill until they could get an interview with him, due to the fact the boy had phased through the ceiling. Petey Walcott had but out a fury among his employees to get Phantom's story, and that sent every reporter in NYT out on frenzy, Petey wanted the phantom story at all cause. He wanted the NYT to be the go to paper for this mysterious hero. Danny had called in sick, knowing that he couldn't, be on the phantom story when he was phantom.

There was no way around this; he was going to have to sit this one out. It had been two weeks since the incident with Sam's attack. Danny Phantom had avoided the press as best he could while still saving people. Sam had been off from work the entire time due to her injuries though they were still partners.

It had been Petey's choice though it was much to Sam's chagrin. It was Sam's first day back at work, and Danny had called her that morning using a sick voice and wishing her well. He was glad she was doing better. Danny had visited a lot over her recuperating period, and the girl was grateful for the company. It had kept her from drowning in her loneliness that's really what she was more than anything. She was lonely.

Being back at NYT for Sam was amazing, she was going nuts just sitting and bidding her time, she had never felt more useless. This phantom story was important to Sam; he had helped her, brought her to the E.R. He saved her.

Though she hated the idea of being saved, she was grateful for Phantom. She really wanted to be the one to get the interview with him. This led to Sam not knowing where to go, this wasn't a typical story in every meaning of the word, Sam knew none of her snitches would know anything about the mysterious boy; her best was to look to the skies with binoculars, and try to signal the boy down. It wasn't the best plan, but it was the only one she had.

So that found the girl on top of the New York Times roof, with binoculars looking to the sky, it seemed fruitless, but just when the girl was about to give up, she noticed her target flying right towards her. Sam felt the chilly air nip at her skin goosebumps rose on her arms and legs. It seemed to get even colder as the Phantom got closer. She brought her hand up to touch the now healing scars on her cheek. The girl shook her head as she let her face break out in a victorious grin, she opened her mouth to direct him, to where she stood but quickly closed it, when she realized he was flying right towards her. That was very odd, she thought, did he remember saving her. No, it couldn't be. She figured he had saved countless people.

"Sam Manson, right," the boy asked feigning ignorance, the girl could only nod. She was secretly happy that he knew her name. This was the first time she got a good look at him up close. Sure, she had heard of, ghost even saw them on tv, but she'd never met one hell she hadn't yet seen one in person. The ones she had seen on tv didn't look like him. They had malice in their eyes, whereas she knew that somehow there was good in his.

They had harsh, inhuman skin tones fit for monsters, maybe even misshapen ears or cat-like eyes, but him he was different. If it weren't for his glowing green eyes and flight, surely, she would have mistaken him for a human. It was a rare occurrence for the girl to be defensive of media subjects, but this was different... He was different. He was breathtaking, and he intrigued her.

Before she passed out, all she remembered was looking in his eyes and seeing something she hadn't seen nor felt in quite some time, hope. He gave her hope in a world so cold, but being stubborn Sam, she had to have her surface doubt, though in her subconscious, she knew she was wrong. She wasn't ready to see that yet. She had been through too much to just hope again, just like that. She started to speak but paused, the girl needed to figure out something to say. The ghostly hero took her breath away in an odd yet familiar way. Shocked her that there was something familiar about him.

"What's your name? It can't be Invisobill right," the girl stated an eyebrow rose as; he flew down and sat beside her criss-cross apple sauce. She followed suit, sitting right beside him. She felt giddy inside kind of how Danny made her feel. She didn't want to like anyone, especially two guys at the same time. Sam was in a dilemma but decided she had a better focus on the interview she had waited a lifetime for. Smiling his signature grin, the boy simply said, "phantom, Danny phantom," smiling the girl gazed in his eyes as he stared back before they both turned to blush. This seemed all too familiar. She couldn't figure out why.

Clearing her throat, the girl pulled out her trusty tape recorder and pressed the little red recording button. "You mind if I interview you while you're here," the girl said excitement in her eyes. Phantom just smirked at the woman. He was a lot cockier, "you think I just came here for my health," the boy said sarcastically. He'd never say that if he weren't in his ghost form, it gave him courage, and he didn't know how or why, but he milked it. He was determined to act utterly different as phantom than he did as Fenton. He could never have someone find him out. He just couldn't handle that again.

A blush fell over Sam's face, as she cleared her throat once again, and began the interview. "Don't take this the wrong way, Phantom, but where do you come from." The girl asked, finally starting the interview. They were both very nervous, yet they didn't know why. "I come from another world, another plane of existence if you will, called the time zone... Zona Temporis in our language."

The boy began as Sam was entranced by his tail. 'He was so interesting,' she thought. "It's gone now," the boy said, a wry smile on his face. He hated talking about this. He had rarely talked about it with anyone, including his parents. He was the last of his kind, and though he wanted to be human more than anything... he wasn't. He'd never indeed come to terms with that.

"Zona Temporis was an intelligent and, and cocky plain of existence, the cockiness cost them their lives, they all died then they were sent to another world, where death is everywhere the ghost zone, and that's where all these ghosts that, plague earth come from" the boy finished looking down, feeling guilty, about the people from his world. The only people who were like him weren't like him at all; they were shells of their former selves. They were a ghost in every sense of the word.

"Hey, it's not your fault," the girl said as if syncing, what he was thinking she put a hand on his in comfort. "Thanks," he said, squeezing her hand a bit. Clearing her throat in embarrassment, the girl drew her hand back, as she went back into her professional facade. She liked phantom more than she'd care to admit. "Your story begs the question now, and again don't take this the wrong way, why are you here." The girl said uncharacteristically nervous. "To help," he said coolly, with a smirk on his face.

"Come on, you know I need more than that," the girl said, giving him a playful glare. He continued deciding to give her a little more. "My given name was Phantom Tempus, prince of

Zona Temporis, the last son of Zona Temporis. I should have died with my people, but my father knew our world was doomed he tried to tell the Observants, hell even tried to tell the people, but they trusted the Observants and deemed my father... I mean clockwork wrong.

He and Elisabeth had made a tiny ship only big enough for a small child, they put me in it with a message, and I arrived here, but my people died."

The boy finished a solemn look on his face, the girl looked at him warily though deep down she knew there was no need to. She felt so bad for him. He was all alone in a world full of people, she felt like that sometimes, but now she almost thought that she had no right to, next to Phantom.

He reminded her of her old superman comics, there was something she was dying to ask. "You see Phantom, that's what I don't get, how you can still be so free happy go lucky, dare I say cheery, hell even trusting when you've been through so much. Why aren't you angry, bitter distrusting? How can you after everything you lost want to help us" the girl asked with emotion, though she knew she was asking herself. She thought perhaps his answer would help her.

"I was angry, I was damn right pissed when I found out who, and what I was, but something changed my mind" and just like that things clicked for Sam. "The message," the girl said softly, still entranced by the boy before her.

He was familiar but strange, he was the epitome of opposites, and it shocked her a bit, never had she met a mystery she couldn't solve, but it seemed she had met her match.

"You are Phantom Tempus our son, and you have powers beyond that of human's, though you might be tempted to use them in tyranny, and create chaos, honor your father and I and use them to make earth a better world, use them to protect the people, who cannot protect themselves, fight for truth and justice my son, and keep goodness in your heart, my son the last son of
Zona Temporis, may goodness be with you always."

Danny repeated Sam instantly realizing what the words he said were, for a moment no words were spoken, she felt the barrier of ice around her heart shake a bit, as she looked in his eyes, and saw goodness there. In fact, she saw the same thing in Danny's eyes.

These two were gonna have her swooning left, and right, the girl had thought. "Okay so, where do you go when you're not Danny Phantom," the girl asked warily. His reply was simple. "Maybe I'll tell you one day," the boy said, getting up and preparing to fly off. That one reply seemed very honest she hoped he would tell her who he was someday; she really wanted to know. "Wait," the girl said, standing up as well, putting the tape recorder on stop signaling the interview was over. There was something she needed to know. "Why me, out of all the reporters, why me" at this Danny smirked.

A playful yet devious smile crossed his features, he was going to get himself some points on this one. "it could be because I think you're the most beautiful woman in this world or the next..." He said and paused to see her shell-shocked reaction. Then he continued, "...or it could be because Danny Fenton recommended you," Phantom said, and one wink at Sam later, the mysterious ghost boy flew off, leaving Sam in her thoughts.

Reaching in her black coat pocket, the girl fished out an old worn, superman comic book. Flipping through it, the girl reminisced, smiling to herself. "Oh phantom, I want to believe you," the girl said to herself, reapplying ice to her guarded heart.

She was confused, not knowing where she stood at all. She was Sam Manson she didn't swoon, she didn't get weak in the knees for one let alone two guys, no matter how noble they seemed she didn't want to trust them, despite the fact she knew she already did. She liked both Fenton and Phantom, and she didn't know how to feel about that.

The girl leaned back and sighed, thinking herself silly, for all her antics. "What the hell are those two doing to me," the girl said to herself, sighing once more, before standing up and turning on heel, to go back inside the office and write the story.

A couple of hours and several hundred typed words later, a "miraculously" recovered Danny Fenton entered the office. Sam didn't even notice given how tired she was from everything going on.

Standing up and stretching her back like a cat, the girl gave off a yawn. "Watch it, those are contagious," said the blue-eyed black-haired boy, as he stood behind Sam. She was shocked to see him there out of the blue.

At the same time, however, she was elated to see him back on his feet. She wondered briefly what he was doing at the end of the day. "Better late than never, huh," the girl said yawning once more, this time turning to face her friend. She cracked a small tired smile.

"Hey, I had a rare disease called the common cold," the boy said a signature grin spread out on his face. "Ya know in the dark ages millions died of the common cold," the girl told a smirk on her face as she turned, and grabbed the paper from the printer the girl opted for handing it to Danny to read. His eyes widened, after seeing the words "by Danny Fenton and Sam Manson?" he shook his head to make sure he saw it right. Did she give him credit when he hadn't even done anything?

"I don't understand Sam," the boy said, putting a hand to the back of his head, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You know what you did... Partner," the girl said lowly as she planted a tender kiss on, Danny's check. "Thanks, Danny," the girl said as she walked toward the elevator. He silently thanked himself for telling Sam that he recommended her to Phantom. A blush lit alive on both of their checks. They had a moment where their eyes caught each other, but just as quickly as it came, it went. Sam cleared her throat, backing away from him a little before speaking.

"Coming?" The girl said when the door opened as Danny rushed over toward, the elevator and once they were both in the doors close behind them with a ding. This was the beginning of something quite beautiful.

Tucker, who happened to be nearby and had seen the whole exchange, gave off a chuckle. "Lovebirds," he said to himself, before thinking. 'Better start making bets, those two will be together by the end of the year.' The boy thought.

Little did he know just how accurate his prediction was.

A/n: yeah, I know short, but yeah, I needed to get the first I review between Danny and Sam, and I through some fluff in there I hoped you like it. About the kiss on the cheek, I hope it was OOC.