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Hellbreaker: Yeah, it was a little 'torture' like for Danny to do that; but I was drawing from real life. My boyfriend does that, he pushes me until I 'break' or he tries something new and sees my reaction, good or bad. If he hurts me, he always apologizes. He's a good guy. I have a surprise for you all with Tucker and Vlad and Jazz. And crazy, yes, but I think it is like real life. Like the issues and the stuff that goes on are real or could possibly be real. Thank you.

ShadowDragon357: Like I said, I have a surprise for you all in this chapter. I also forgot to mention that I have a surprise for Sam's parents. Also, Danny did take it seriously somewhat seriously, probably not serious enough.

*WARNING* Your feels will be destroyed by this chapter. Also, I am not a Tucker hater. I love Tucker. But it's only for the fanfiction.

Thank you all for keeping up with this fanfiction. I do take requests, rather it be this fanfiction or a completely different fanficiton (new or already published).

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ZzZzZzZz Danny

Buzz.

Buzz.

Buzz.

Buzz.

I groggily open my eyes, everything was blurred and looked eyes. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked over at my phone. It had stopped ringing. I stretched a little. My phone went off again. I grabbed it and opened it. "Hello?" I said tiredly and with a yawn.

"Is this Danny Fenton?" A much older male, with a deep voice spoke.

"This is he." I answered.

"This is Detective Spencer O'Neal, can you please come to the police station as soon as possible?"

"Yes, I can do that." I said groggily. I had a moment of panic but then I realized that if I was in trouble he would be at my door.

"Could you also call a Sam Manson and bring him down as well?" He asked.

"Sam's a girl, and yes, I can do that as well." I said normally.

"Thank you." Then he hung up.

I immediately called Sam. It took a few rings to get through to her. "What the fuck Danny? It's seven fucking thirty in the fucking morning on a fucking Saturday. What the fuck to you need?"

"A detective called my phone as asked for us to go to the police station." I said.

"Why didn't this detective call me?"

"Because he asked me to call you, and he didn't have your number or something."

"Okay. What time do I have to be there?"

"As soon as possible. I'll fly over and pick you up."

"Okay, give me fifteen minutes and I'll be ready."

"Good. I need that amount as well."

"See you soon." Then she hung up.

I closed my phone as I got out of bed. I went into one of our bathrooms and took a shower. I got out and went into my room. Then I got a big surprise, because I completely forgotten. Vladimir was in my room. He was still dead asleep. I'm surprised he didn't try to attack me in my sleep. Then again, that wasn't like him. He's cunning and he is meticulous, he plans. He sucker punches but it is a planned sucker punch. I glared at him and then quickly got dress. Once dressed, I rushed downstairs. Jazz was in the kitchen, she looked pale and still thin.

"Hello Danny." She said weakly.

"Hey. Why are you up so early?" I asked.

"I woke up needing to puke. I called a reliable doctors office to see what I have. It's later today."

"That is good because you look like death."

"Thanks. Why are you up so early?" She asked me back.

"I got woken up by my phone. I have to get going, can you tell mom and dad that I'm going to pick up Sam and then go to the police station."

"Why did you need to go there?"

"I'm not sure. But I'll find out soon enough."

"Yes, I will tell them. Be safe." She said as I went into my ghost form.

I turned invisible and flew out of the house and towards Sam's. I remained invisible during the entire trip. To my surprise, Sam was waiting outside. I landed near her and became visible and went into human form. "Hey." I said as soon as I approached her.

"Hey. Do you know why the police want us?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or is this some elaborate scheme for a very early date and have me not be annoyed with you?"

"I am not smart enough to come up with a ruse like that." Sam's eyebrow's burrowed. She was annoyed.

"Danny, you are smart. You just don't apply yourself." I looked at Sam, not sure how to respond to that. "Come on let's get going before they call again." Sam said with a sigh at the end. I picked her up, went into ghost form and flew off. We didn't speak but Sam was clinging to me with dear life. I landed a block away from the police station, putting her down.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I was just really cold." She said, shivering a little.

It was a cooler morning. I went human and we began walking. Fear was clearly on Sam's face. I took her hand into my own and gently squeezed it. "Whatever it is, we can go through this together." I said in a library voice.

Sam stopped and looked at me in surprised. She smiled softly. In silence, we kept on walking until we were at the police station. We entered, still holding hands. Sam had squeezed my hand harder once we entered. I looked around, I wasn't sure where to go or what to say or what to do. I looked at Sam and her face reflected what I was feeling. Lost.

"May I help you?" A tough looking, female, uniformed officer came up to us.

"Yeah. We are looking for a Detective Spencer O'Neal." I answered.

"Okay, I know where he is. Follow me please." She said. As soon as she finished she turned around and took off, we followed quickly behind her. We ended up in a quaint little room with large windows all around. She opened the door, "Hey, O'Neal. A couple of brats are here to see you." She said in a jokingly manner. Sam and I exchanged looks and tried to contain our chuckles.

"Come in then." The same voice from earlier came. The female officer opened the door all the way and signaled for us to walk in. She closed the door and left. "How cute, a couple of lover birds." He sounded angry about it. On pure instinct, I had moved slightly forward and pulled Sam behind me. "How even cuter, he's protective." I glared at him. "Relax. I was like that when I dated and married my wife."

I relaxed a little. "So why did you want us down here?" I asked.

"Oh. So your Danny Fenton and Sam Manson." He sounded saddened, his face softened.

"Do you know a Tucker Foley?"

"Yes, we do." Sam answered.

"Crap. I really hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Tucker Foley is dead."

"What?" I half yelled.

"He killed himself last night."

"What?" I asked again, but more calmly.

"He left a suicide note for you two. Here." He picked something up as he got up and handed it to me. I took and he went back over to the table and sat down.

I angled it in a way so Sam and I could read it.

Danny Fenton and Sam Manson, I am so sorry. For this and for how I have treated you two. You guys are my best friends. Siblings I never had. Loving each other and protecting each other and fighting with each other. With the two of you, I had some of the best moments and the best memories. So let me explain to you why I did the things I did and said. I was doing it to protect you. Dash and his friends were going to play a nasty' prank', a very nasty one. One that could have caused you and Sam to be in the hospital for weeks or even months. I overheard them and I was going to go to the principal but they threatened me. I had to be at their beck and call for everything. They kept threatening me and doing things to prove that they would go through with their prank or something much worse, what that was, I never found out. They ordered me to cut off all connections with you two. It killed me on the inside but I did it. When I saw, you, Danny, yesterday, it killed me knowing I couldn't be in your life. If my eyes looked like I was high, I am happy to tell you that I was not. I have been up for about two weeks. I am happy for you and Sam.

Always, Tucker.

I handed the letter to Sam. "Where are his parents?"

"Bathroom, she went to go throw up and her husband followed her to help." He answered.

I couldn't deal with this. I couldn't. I fell to my knees as tears flowed down my face.