CHAPTER 4

PART I: RIGHT KIND OF WRONG

You walk in and my strength

Walks out the door

Say my name and I can't

Fight it anymore

Oh I know I should go

But I need your touch

Just to damn much

-Um… I heard it in Coyote Ugly... Awesome movie.

Tucker entered the dream just in time to here Aurora's explanation. After Danny disappeared she sat down next to Sam's bed of light and sniffed again. Tucker approached her slowly and sat down next to her. She jumped, "Tucker how l-"

"Long enough." Tucker didn't ask her the question burning his mind with anticipation. He took her hand and squeezed it comfortingly asking a safer one. "So… What's it like? I mean… Being a dream that is."

"It's, I don't know exactly how to put it. It's the same thing day in and day out. It's predictable and easy… I guess- it's- Well, it's empty."

"What'll happen to you? Once this whole thing is over I mean."

"I'll probably drift on and on as I usually do… Unless you all don't hate me."

Tucker shook his head and grinned, "How could I hate my lovely Miss Lovell?"

Aurora blushed scarlet, "Oh… Um…" She looked away.

"I knew I wasn't going crazy! That was you!" He his grin dissipated and he asked another question. "If you can't stop dreaming… Then where is the real you?"

"Well… I… My name's really Monica Lovell… I'm in room 773 Amity Park Hospital on life support in a coma." Her pretty face was so sad. "I live at #45 Fisher Dam Road, Amity Park. I have a sister, age eight now. She likes to read and draw pictures of unicorns. Here name is Diane. She always likes to watch Sleeping Beauty in my hospital room, and she visits ever Sunday morning at ten, just after church."

"Wow…" he said softly. Room 773 was just down the hall from Sam. Fisher Dam Road was just around the corner from his house and he past #45 every day to get to school, and he saw that little eight year old swinging in the backyard. But what really brought it all into focus was that Monica Lovell sat in front of him in the fourth grade until she mysteriously slipped into coma.

"Yeah… Weird ain't it?"

PART II: I'M WITH YOU

Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I... I'm with you

-Avril Lavigne

Danny wasn't surprised when he was finally in Sam's dreams. Everything was either black green or purple and it was nighttime. The woods all around him looked gothic and gloomy except for a large gold and white castle looming in the distance. He heard hoof beast behind him and turned invisible just in time to see the horse go right through him. "Okay…" He said watching the horse run down the path he was on, winding its way through the woods toward the castle that was so out of place in Sam's dream. "I guess I should start there." He took to the air and watched the rider go thorough the gates and dismount. When he reached the outer wall he saw that the rider was knight-like, wearing all white armor and with long blonde hair. He was muscular and obviously attractive. Another look and he realized it was Dash, another out of place element to Sam's dream. Something was wrong in this place. He flew through the walls to find a large throne room at the center of the palace. There on the two larger thrones were Sam's parents. The smaller one beside them held a bored and sad Sam dressed all in pinks and yellows. She sighed and propped up her head on her hand. He caught the last bit of conversation between her mom and the servant.

"-So the land has grown wild and dark. It is out of the princess' control now. She can no longer keep the land happy and bright."

"Did you ever think that Princess Samantha likes it this way?"

"Of course not! How could she! She's been raised with love, care and wealth. Why should she like that dark and dreary place?"

The servant just nodded, obviously to avoid the Queen's wrath. That was when Dash made his daring entrance. He walked to the step in front of the throne and kneeled, "Your highnesses, I Sir Dash the Gallant, am here to as for the hand of Princess Samantha." The look on Sam's face was of all together disgust and loathing. Now this all made sense, Sam was having a nightmare.

"I have heard a good deal of your valiant deeds, Sir Dash. What have you to offer as our daughter's husband?" That was from her father. Sam's face lit up with hope. If the offering was not good maybe she'd get off the hook.

"In less than a candle mark it shall be here your majesty. I alone could not bring the thing. It is a large golden statue of your greatness, and his royal family. If I say so the statues magnificence is nothing compare to the real things." Oh dear, poor Sam. Not only was that a good gift but he was sucking up too. He flew behind her chair and stayed there as Sam stood.

"Father, may I have time to think about this in private before a decision is made?"

"If you wish it, daughter, I grant."

"Thank you, father." She then turned and half glided half stormed out. Danny followed her out discreetly. She stopped on a bridge over a pond in the garden off to the palace's west side. There she gazed down at the reflection of the moon in the water, and sighed heavily.

Danny onto the bridge as well, "Sam?"

She jumped and back away slightly, "Who are you? And why do you call me Sam?"

Danny was slightly taken aback. Sam didn't know him? How odd. "I'm Danny Fenton…"

Sam eyed him suspiciously crossing her arms, "And what do you want, Sir Fenton."

"I'm looking for a necklace. It is pink and gaudy and relatively ugly. It's on a silver chain and-"

"That sounds like the Queen-to-be necklace. I will receive it when I marry." she wrinkled her nose as if smelling a dirt goat. "And I see through that Dash fellow. He is rude, and relies too heavily on his family's money. He will never be anything unless my father doesn't see this fact, then he shall be king." Sam went red. "But I babble. A princess is meant to be pretty and elegant. Not to speak her mind and make observations such as that."

"You however just can't help yourself can you?" he said with a grin, "Because of your intelligence and individuality and you won't let people wreck her plans with their bad ideas."

Sam flushed, "Who are you? Really? One of those mind-speakers from the north?"

Danny laughed, "If you must know this is a dream. If I get the necklace I described you could wake up!"

She glared at him, "You lie."

"No lie! You hate people calling you Samantha. The last thing you want is to be princess. You like the forest the way it is right now all dark and depressing. You also hate pink."

"If this is a dream, how did you get here?"

"Long story. But the short of it is you're under the curse of a ghost and you need that necklace to break it."

"Hmm…" She wasn't buying it, but he'd done nothing to be considered untrustworthy. "How did you get past the guards?" Danny turned invisible and she gasped. He returned to his normal solidity. "Okay… You got my attention. This is a nightmare right? Oh god I hope so!"

"That's what I gathered."

"I can guide you to the chamber with the necklace, if it will get me out of here. But I think I'd be easier for you to pull that disappearing act on us."

"Okay." He said taking her hand and they disappeared from the night.