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isclaimer: I do not own Danny, Sam, Tucker, or Vlad. The three belong to Butch Hartman.
I do not own the band AFI; I do not own the band MCR; I do not own the band Linkin Park; I do not own the band Blaqk Audio; I do not own the band the Used; I do not own the band Rise Against.
Some ideas in this story were taken from Glamorous(insertunderscorehere)death, a member of the website from her story "Will You Cry for me?...or Will you cry with me?"
I do, however, own most of the plot to this fanfiction. IF SOMEONE STEALS IT I WILL EAT THEM.

Warning (so you guys don't eat my brain): DANNY FENTON AND SAM MANSON ARE ALTERED IN THIS FANFICTION. SAM IS TWO YEARS YOUNGER THAN DANNY; DANNY GOT HIS POWERS AT AGE TEN. If you do not want to read a fanfiction that is not "true" to the series, then please, do not read this. I'm sorry, but in order to make the fanfiction work, they had to be seperate ages. Once again...Danny and Sam are different ages; this fanfiction does not correspond whatsoever with the actual series.

This fanfiction is a work of fiction that came from the screwed up hole I call a brain. It is flufftastical, romantic, terribly tragic, and using the characters and most of their family history/backgrounds as bases. Thank you for understanding!

Enjoy!

His fists smacked into the ghost's ectoplasmic body, the goo coming off onto his glove and smearing it a disgusting shade of green. "Ew," he moaned, smashing his fist into the ghost's face and quickly creating a portal. Picking up the unconscious ghost with a angry grunt, he threw the ghost into the portal and closed it by gripping the top and bottom and pulling his hands closer together.

Grim satisfaction flawed his features as he turned away, hovering in the air, and dove towards the direction of the orphanage. Thoughts of Sam lit up his mind. It was midnight, dark and dank, officially the day before his fifteenth birthday. As Sam lingered on his mind, on his lips, her taste still thick in his mouth, he began to tremble.

She had kissed him. He had kissed her. And yet, would she still want to kiss him if she knew what he was? If she knew he was part ghost? He could hear his parents' jeers over ghosts, the taunts, how can a ghost love?

His hands balled into fists as he spiraled into his open window. Sitting on his bed, quietly transforming, he stared down angrily at his hands. Why had he been cursed with the stupid, disgusting, annoying genetic mutation that claimed him dead to doctors, but alive to others? His fist slammed into his bed angrily, tears stinging his eyes.

He loved Sam. He loved her. And he knew that if she even faltered at the news of him being part ghost—which he was sure she would—he would die within himself.

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Across the hallway, she whimpered softly. Nightmares of her mother dying haunted her like a leech. Seeing her lying in the bed, sickly and pale as snow, holding her freezing hand as the monitor gave way to a dull, long, flat beep. Being shoved away from the bed, screams on her part, doctors shouting orders to one another.

She cried in her sleep, tears seeping down into her pillow. Startling awake, she sobbed openly, gasping for breath and air. She looked around herself, at the small bed, at the isolation. Finally, unable to take it, she stood up.

Creeping to the door, she quietly stuck her head out the door and stared intently out. Everything seemed safe; no nurses waiting to grab her for wandering the halls at night. Gently she tip toed to Danny's room, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She knocked gently, wincing as her fist reverberated against the wood.

He curiously opened the door, blinking rather owlishly. He gasped and wrenched her into the room, gripping her shoulders, staring intently down at her. "What happened?" he whispered fiercely, leaning down in front of her and staring intently into her eyes.

She gulped. "Nightmare," she sobbed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He gently held her waist, whispering words of comfort into her ear.

"It's okay. I love you, Sam, forget the nightmare. I love you, I love you, I love you."

"I love you too," she sobbed, tears renewed. He sighed, pulled her softly to the bed, and gently pried her arms off of him.

He carefully put her on the bed. "Lie down. Sleep."

She whimpered, tears still falling thick and fast from her eyes. She curled into a ball, hiding in her own world. Feeling her pain crash around him, Danny nearly fell to the ground in her unbearable sadness. Crawling into bed, he curled his body around her own, wrapping his arms around her. She put her head against his chest, dampening the cloth from her tears. He freed one of his hands, pulled the covers over her head (in the off chance that someone would check in at this hour of the night), and waited for the shaking sobs to reside.

Once they had, he stopped stroking her hair, but placed it comfortingly upon her head. "I love you," he told her, and slowly drifted into his own world of sleep.

The next morning, his birthday, he gripped her tighter, thinking she was a pillow. He moaned, wishing the dream hadn't ended. He grudgingly opened his eyes to find, in the veil of the blanket, that she was indeed still next to him.

He sighed happily, picking up stroking her hair again. He guessed it was about six in the morning; school for both of them started at seven thirty.

Knowing that she would spend some time getting dressed, he decided it was time to wake her up. "Wake up, Sunshine," he whispered in her ear.

"Mmmm," she mumbled.

Acting on impulse, Danny began to sing to her. "You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine…you make me happy, when sky's are grey…"

A smile tugged at her lips. Danny knew she was still sleeping. He wasn't sure how he knew, but he knew. "Mmmm…Danny…," she sighed, her smile growing broader.

Danny felt a surge of joy course through his body. Nearly passing out with emotion, he lowered his head and pressed his lips gently against hers. "You'll never know dear, how much I love you. So please, don't take my Sunshine away." He whispered the words on her lips before gently touching her lips with his again.

He moved his head upwards and pressed his lips against her forehead. "But Sunshine has to get up now," he said softly.

She moaned, moving slightly. Immediately her hands reached out and gripped Danny's body, as if making sure he was still there. He laughed, pulling away and lifting a closed eyelid. She blinked, shaking her head against the unfair revival of consciousness, and let a smile spread across her face.

"Good morning, birthday boy," she smirked. He laughed, pulled the covers off of the two of them, and gently eased her out of bed.

He carefully pecked her on the lips. "Go get dressed. Try not to let anyone see you, okay?"

She let herself sneer. "As if I'd purposely get caught!"

"I wouldn't know." He grinned. "Maybe this is all just a ruse."

She snorted. "I don't toy with people's emotions; especially not my own!"

But she headed out then, laughing all the while. Danny sighed happily, turning to his clock and finding his timing was accurate. He pulled on a shirt and a pair of jeans, deciding that finding her asleep in his arms was by far the best birthday gift he had ever received.