Since that chapter was some major filler, here's another chapter so you guys don't kill me! XXD;
Disclaimer: 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!
Enjoooyyy C
"Danny! Danny, please don't leave me." Sam let a hand rise upward towards him, feeble and wishing he would stay. "I don't care, Danny," she swore angrily.
He looked at her, before his face twisted in rage. A flash of light around his middle, and suddenly he was no longer human. Sam bit back the gasp as she looked at him. His skin was pasty, pale, dead. Body clothed in a tight jumpsuit, an emblem resting on his chest. White gloves adorned his hands, white boots hid his feet. Hair a deeper shade of white than any snow fall she had ever seen, eyes so green it hurt her head just to look into them. "Think I was lying?" he asked quietly, his eyes flaring and glowing violently. His hands shook, a faint glow of green around them as well.
Sam jumped up, shaking her head furiously. "Danny, don't you see?" she cried in exasperation. "I don't give a fuck!" she screamed at him. The hot and sticky May air swam around them liltingly. "I don't care, you're still my Danny. Who the hell cares if you're part ghost? I don't!" A tear escaped her eye. "I always knew there was something more to death than your soul fading away. I always knew there was some sort of catch! Danny, you're a gift to the world. You idiot, how could you ever think I wouldn't trust you?"
He fought her fiery rage with his own. "Don't you see, Sam?" he screamed at her. "I'm fifteen, I'm friggin' dead, according to doctors! I have to hide when I get checkups, make people forget or think I already had one. My body temperature declares that I should be dead, or at least dying!"
Storming up to her, he gripped her, and with his inhuman strength lifted her up. She glared at him, not caring that her shirt was biting into her skin from the position he had her in. "I can lift you without a grunt. I can switch between human and ghost. Sam, I'm not a gift, I'm a curse! I'm the result of humans meddling where they shouldn't, and how do I get paid back!?" He snarled his next words. "Getting adopted by the other halfa in the world, the one who will try everything in his goddamn power to make me turn against my pledge to help humans against the will of ghosts!"
Danny shook her slightly. Sam grabbed onto his arms, growling, "Let go of me, now!" Danny dropped her, grabbing her quickly by the waist before she fell all the way and hurt herself. She gripped his arms and stared up into his face, her eyebrows knitted together and eyes glaring.
"I love you." She said it so simply, so calmly, it was all Danny could do not to shake her and hurt her.
"How can you love someone like me?" he asked, moments away from cursing her off to the heavens.
She rolled her eyes, literally growling with anger. "I. Love. You. Do I need to have a fucking reason!? I love you, I love you. I love your personality, your kindness, your calmness, your gentle aura, every little thing about you! I don't need a reason to love you, do I? Love makes no sense. Why did I fall for you?" She let out a sneer, and stood on her tip toes to peck him on the lips. "Because you're the person my heart chose, I guess."
Danny was torn between strangling her, laughing with relief, and crying with how much he loved her.
"Sam, I love you," he choked out finally.
She poked him hard in the stomach. "Uh, yeah, I figured as much."
He groaned, putting his own head on her shoulders, slumping over quite comically to do so. "What am I gonna do without you?" he asked, fighting not to tremble. "You made me be able to handle the deaths of my family. I still can't believe I lasted fourteen years without you."
She laughed. "It's because you didn't know I existed, duh!" Then, her face falling, she looked away from his face. "I can't believe you're going to be leaving on my birthday."
His own smile faltered. "I wish there was a way we could avoid me getting adopted. I'd say run away, but Vlad would find me immediately." He laughed bitterly. "He can sense ghosts and would be able to find me in a heart beat, thanks to my stupid distinctive trait of being both human and ghost."
Sighing, she shook her head. "Running away wouldn't have worked anyway. Where would we have gone?"
He shrugged. "My old house? Since the house actually belonged to my parents, I still own it. But it doesn't matter." He shrugged, pulling her head to look at him. He smiled at her, and she smiled back weakly. "Just don't forget me when I leave, okay?"
She snorted. "Like I could even if I wanted to!"
His face grew serious. "Sam, please, what ever you do, don't give up hope. I'm going to come back for you! I promise. I seriously, honest to gosh promise. I may not be able to be fully free from Vlad until I'm eighteen, but that's only in three years, right?" A lopsided smile. It was amazing, how they'd grown to be closer than anyone else in the orphanage in those four years together. The two were confident no amount of time could ruin their relationship.
"I'll wait," she told him, smiling. "But honestly, it will be so hard…"
He reached down, gripped her head, and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. "Just wait for me, okay? I promise I'll be back. And I promise I'll visit you." Acting on impulse, he picked her up. She squealed in indignation, but he clamped a hand on her mouth.
"Ever want to fly?" he whispered into her ear. She nodded meekly.
Slowly rising, she lost her breath in surprise. His hands were warm and strong against her stomach (she was wearing a shirt that rose slightly over her belly button, revealing cool stomach). She held onto them slightly, not even in strain from the hands against her stomach. It was comforting, not painful.
"How can you live on land after going through this every day?"
He gave a little shrug. "Because then I wouldn't be with you every day, dear."