Sorry for all the years that have gone by without the story being updated, but with the job that I had I had little in the way of energy to even write a single story and now that I have found myself without that job I have been looking thru my old fanfics. Forgot that I had not completed this one and a few others so I am back to continue!
Cindy M 19 : She's going to need more than that at this point. Poor Sam is finding that powers and her parents don't mix.
Hellbreaker : I figured that I could play with her name since it's sooooo close to her shortened version, just missing the middle name. :) As for her mother, I was raised by someone similar to her mother. She wanted to be richer than what her husband was raking in. They had a $500,000 dollar house on five acres of land and while that might seem like enough she wasn't happy, even with the pool, pond, and the gazebo that coved the back yard. She had to have more and she tried to instill that in me and my sister. Being rich is important and bad influences of friends or anyone that she couldn't control were not allowed around us. Hell, we were sheltered is so many ways, but I still knew that I didn't want that life. Ironic considering my name is Samantha as well, lol.
Meanwhile Danny was having the same thought, wishing that he was with his friend. He was wondering as to what ghost was at her house, tormenting her with her parents either ignoring it or just not seeing it. It didn't take him long to realize what or rather who was tormenting the Gothic teen's home. "Youngblood!" Jazz looked over at her brother in confusion to what he had said, but brushed it off, though not completely as she thought of the young dark haired girl that had been acting so strangely earlier and now her brother. There was something going on here and she was going to find out.
Danny pulled out his phone, calling the teen that now had his powers, but upon receiving no answer grumbled about what could be causing the teen to ignore his call. Hitting another number he called the other ghost fighter, though unsure if Tucker would be too busy with his games to even notice the phone. He was surprised when his friend did answer, though the techno-geek sounded distracted.
"Tucker," he hissed, shooting his sister a look before he got up and headed for the bathroom in the back of the Fenton RV. He wished he could leave, knowing that leaving the Goth in the hands of the dark skinned male was NOT a good idea. While he trusted the other male he found that his friend could be truly ignorant and rather cowardly when it came down to the task of helping their friend fight. It had been that way when he had been the halfa. He hadn't paid too much attention at first, but now found that with Sam in the role that he had had that he could see it more outside the box. Sam had been fearless, even when she could have been harmed or even killed, while their friend, Tucker, had been more of a shadow that stood back and only intervened if he had to. When he knew that his friend was listening he shut the door to the toliet and whispered what he wanted the other male to do.
While the male on the other end sounded less than pleased with the instructions he didn't say that, only mentioning that Sam wouldn't like what Danny wanted him to do. "She needs help," the former halfa spat back. Sure, he knew that his friend might not like him interfering with whatever was going on in her home, but he was also sure that she wanted the apparition to leave her alone. She hadn't been getting much sleep in the last few weeks so it only made sense that she was cranky. "Do it, Tucker!" Hanging up he leaned against the wall of his family's car and whispered, "Damn it."
Sam was skulking around, her body invisible to all as she hunted down the small kid that she had seen, his appearance now familiar as she recalled that same child had been with Ember when the pair had taken all the adults to the skies in an attempt that had been thwarted with the assistance of their classmates. Groaning as she passed by her mother as the woman told another female that Sam would be married off as soon as she came of age. Glaring at the woman who had birthed her she wondered what made her mother think that she had any say in what the Gothic teen would do once she turned 18. The sound of a giggle was heard before the lights went out in the room and Sam found herself forgetting her anger at her mother as that anger was channeled toward getting rid of the ghost child that was tormenting her. What she couldn't figure out was why no one else could seem to see this kid.
Before she could think of anything else she found herself lassoed and pulled to the ground in one move as the lights came back on and she was looking up into her mother's shocked face. While she was still a ghost and knew her mother, though the one that birthed her, would never guess that it was her child laying before her the woman before her became pale, a whimper passing her pink lips as she fainted. "It's a ghost!" was screamed by the woman with her before said woman promptly followed her mother to the ground. Within seconds of this happening the Goth heard the sound of a horse and while she knew there was no way for such a beast to be in the crowded room she glanced at the sound to find the same ghost as before sitting there on the body of a skeleton ghost looking rather pleased with himself as he spurred the horse under him to move.
The onlookers watched in shock and fear as she was drug thru that very crowd, no one making a move to help her, not that she was surprised, as they parted to allow her thru. The ghost before her dragged her forward, a wall right before him as he smirked and she knew what he was planning, but too late as she was slammed into a wall with a resounding 'thud' while the ghost boy and his steed went thru the wall. Letting out a cry that was a mixture of pain and frustration she forced her body to fight back, going intangible before reaching out to try and grasp the rope that held her foot. At least she wasn't in that dress her mother had forced her to wear to this cursed event, but her skirt was another issue. It wasn't very long, but it was getting in her way and with the lights so bright in the room the white was blinding her. She fell back again as the horse in front of her changed directions so that she would strike another wall and as she was no longer intangible, she did just that. Spots swam in her vision as she again forced herself to reach for the rope binding her. She had little in the way of energy at the moment but with a surge of adrenaline she grasped the rope and flew forward to tackle the little creep that had been harassing her.
She just didn't know how Danny did all of this on a daily basis and while she didn't regret what she had done so that her friend wouldn't have to go thru the portal again, she wished that she had had more time to get up to speed with her lack of training and powers. Her body slammed into the other ghost, his cry of indignation echoing in her ears as she quickly moved to tie up his horse. He glared at her as only a child could do and while she really wanted to smack the crap out of the kid for all the trouble he was causing she really wanted to know the answer to one question. "Why can't they see you?!" she hissed as he wound up the rope that came from the spot where his hook had been the last time she had run into him.
He giggled at her, a rather dark giggle, as he smiled. "Well, duh, ghost girl! Why do you think I call myself, Youngblood?" Blinking at the name he continued, "Because only kids can see me!" She frowned at his words, recalling that every time she had seen him she had been the only child in the area, though she wasn't a child, but a teen.
"Damn it!" she cursed as she grabbed him by the scruff of his collar, though she knew that she needed to get back to the party before her parents freaked out and she was forced to stay in her room, far from what her parents saw as bad influences on her while her friends would be forced to fight in her place. With Danny a regular human now and Tucker very little in the way of aid to him they would be harmed or worse. The boy in her hands went intangible, thrusting her away from him in a smooth movement before flying off to leave the Goth sitting there on the ground as the sound of footsteps was heard. Cursing again she looked around before turning back into her human half just as her parents came upon her, their look of disappointment evident by the looks on their faces.
Tucker walked over to Sam's house while this was happening and when he got there he noted that the car that usually waited out front was gone so that was a clue that at least her parents were gone. Walking up the steps he knocked, glancing down at his PDA in his hand. He really would rather be at home instead of talking to his friend that was rather pissy lately, not that he didn't understand. Sure, he had no idea what either of his friends had gone thru as the role of Phantom, but he knew that the Goth was rather ticked off with the lack of sleep and that made even the best of people rather annoyed. He, himself, had been on that side of the glass, having stayed up one weekend to play games had put him in a foul mood when he had to interact with people at school the following Monday and while he wasn't as grouchy as the Goth when it came to that mood, he knew it could always be worse. Add to the fact that she was claiming a ghost was harassing her, keeping her up and making her rather pissy parents think that she was getting worse...
Well, that just boded worse for the female in question. The door opened at that moment to reveal the butler, the male rather familiar with the teen before him immediately responded with, "Lady Samantha is not here at the moment." He raised a brow at that. Where could the Goth be? As if reading his mind the butler gave him a response. "She has gone with her parents to an event and will not be back until later." Before the techo-geek could respond the door was shut on his face. If she was with her parents in a place that he was sure was crowded with other people then there was no need for him to go, not that he was sure he could get into such an event, and thus he headed back home to resume his gaming activity. He briefly thought about calling Danny and letting him know that all was well, but with a shake of his head decided that with nothing to report he didn't need to call the other male.
Danny was glaring at his phone, his sister watching him from the corner of her vision and wondering why her brother was staring at his device as if it were not an inanimate object. "What's wrong?" He shot her a look, one that was a split of irritation and questioning. Why did she care that he was looking down at his phone anyway?
"Nothing," he muttered before shoving the offending device back into his pocked and looking out the window as the scenery passed before him. She frowned, but knowing how her brother was she let it go as her own mind wondered back to the quandary regarding the Goth that her brother was currently thinking about. 'I hope that everything is okay.' He had never thought that he would miss his powers as much as he was at that moment, but with every day that passed he found that he missed being the Phantom. Not that he liked being a hero necessarily, but because if he was his alter ego then at least he could find a way to help his friend with her problem. Sam had always been there for him and when she needed him at this moment he was unable to be there. Sighing he closed his eyes as the car rumbled under him.