Discalimer: You guys know I don't own these characters.
A/N: THIS IS THE SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER!! HOORAY!!
I hope you people are enjoying Time Warped. PLEASE REVIEW! I need encouragement to keep my imagination going people. So… here ya go.
He's Here
"I can't believe you're doing this to me," the youngest Samantha Manson grumbled to her best friend/crush as he activated a ghost shield around the older Tucker Foley's bedroom. "Seriously Danny, you're gonna let them lock me in here like a dog."
"If it keeps you safe then yeah, Sam," Dan muttered as he made the final details on the anti-ghost protection.
"But I don't need to be protected."
"Oh yes you do."
"Oh no I don't"
"And why is that Miss Manson," Danny was getting frustrated now. Couldn't the girl just sit and stay out of harms way.
It was Sam of course not.
"Look, you guys don't need to worry about me. Let the other mes stay in here and let me go fight with ya'll." She was at the point of begging.
"Uh… no way in hell, Sam."
"But why? It's not like anything is going to happen to me. Phantom is going to be more concerned with the two yous fighting. He's not going to care about me."
"But I do care about you, so no."
"But-"
"SAM!"
"Okay, okay I won't ask anymore. Jesus."
"He doesn't have anything to do with this."
"Don't be a smart ass," Sam groaned as she flopped back onto the older Tuck's bed. " Where are the other Sams?"
"I don't know. They'll be up in a minute, I guess…I like it better this way anyhow," Dan quickly added.
"You do?" Sam was taken back.
"Yeah…um… Sam, we need-to-uh-talk about…stuff." He was trying desperately not to sound like an idiot, but it wasn't going too well.
"I think you're right," the goth agreed. She patted on the bed, gesturing for the raven head to join her.
"Look, Sam, I-"
"Hey, guys, what's up."
"Tucker!" the two moaned in unison.
"What did I do," the fourteen year old techno geek asked, bewildered at the hostility towards him.
"We were talking about…um stuff," Sam replied, looking at her onyx combat boots.
"Oh I get it," Tucker stated, grinning madly. "I'll just go." But before he reached the door, he couldn't resist a comment. "Hey Dan."
"Yeah," Danny replied, taking his gaze off of Sam to face his other best friend.
"You wanna hug her. You wanna kiss her. You wanna-
"TUCKER!"
"Alright, alright I'm gone. You people are no fun." Foley stomped out of the room as the other Sams came into it.
"Goodness will you guys ever leave us alone!" Danny stated through gritted teeth.
"Sorry," the two replied, but sarcastically.
"Look, guys, could you just-" BOOM! BANG! CRASH! EVIL LAUGH!
"It looks like you'll just have to yell at us later then, huh Danny-kins," the preggo Sam said mockingly.
"I hate you," he remarked.
"No you don't," the engaged Sam stated.
"Yeah, you're right," he turned to his particular love interest. "We'll talk afterwards if that's okay with you."
"Yeah that's fine with me," Sam replied with a sad smile on her face.
Danny would have gone and kissed her there and then, had it not been for a series of people screaming," DANNY WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!"
The youngest Danny Fenton entered the living room and gasped at the state in was already in: the furniture was strewn about, windows were broken, ectoplasmic blasts were bouncing off of the walls, and the Ultimate enemy cackled at the attempts that the ghost fighters were making of ceasing his rampage.
"You know you really should give up," he stated as he threw Jasmine against a sofa. "You don't have anything in this room to surprise me.
None the less, the heroes wouldn't give up, even if the battle was lost with only themselves fighting.
The youngest Samantha paced the room upstairs while her other selves watched her curiously. The three could here the destruction coming from the floor below and all were becoming antsy just standing on the sidelines, especially the youngest of the trio.
"Are you going be alright?" Mrs. Fenton asked the young goth. Sam just glared at the woman and kept her pace throughout Tucker's bedroom.
BOOM!
"Oh, I can't keep listening to this," the middle Sam moaned before screaming into a pillow. "Can't we just go help?"
"Danny wouldn't like it," the pregnant Sam stated. "Besides, mini me promised not to go down there."
"No I didn't," the youngest Sam argued, a sly grin etching across her face. "I merely said that I wouldn't ask to go down there."
"Oooh, you're a tricky one…but I like the way you think," the oldest Sam laughed.
AN: BOM BOM BOM! Well what did you guys think? LET ME KNOW! The next chapter will be long and suspenseful I promise. This one just kind of set things in place. I'll let ya'll in on something in the next and last chapter, though… I'M MAKING UP A NEW GHOST POWER! Yeah it's nothing special, but you know more than you did before.