Huzzah!

In apologies for not writing long chapters.

Ten more chapters to go!

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!

BLAH.

-Danny's POV-

Finally, a night when Vlad wasn't watching me like a hawk. I snuck out of the house, dipping and diving. It would take me about an hour to reach the orphanage; but I'd do anything at that point to see Sam. Every minute without her was like a hole being ripped in my heart, eating away at my insides like sulfuric acid.

After the mind numbing hour of cold, icy wind blasting against my body, I reached the orphanage. A smile slid on my lips as I recalled her window, looking around tentatively. When no one was around, I slowly landed on her window sill and looked inside.

She was lying on the bed, shoulders shaking. I bit my lip, feeling horrid for leaving her. How could I? Leave my Sammy…

I put my hand on the window and rasped gently. She lifted her head slightly, then slowly lowered it, crying again. Screwing up my face in concentration not to cry at the sight of her crying—no one made my baby cry, and seeing her cry from me was the worst—made me want to hurt myself. I slammed my fist against the window with force, literally making her jump.

She turned towards the window reluctantly, only to see me. A flit of shock across her face, then more tears, but through smiles. She literally flew to the window, opened it, and snatched me around the waist.

"Get over here," she growled, somehow picking me up and dropping me to the ground and beside her. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her hair. Oh my God…she smelled better than my memory gave credit…

"I missed you," I murmured into her hair. She gripped my shirt tightly and bit back her tears.

"I don't know how I've been able to function without you," she laughed sickly. "Just being back in your arms is bringing back how difficult it was to function this past week."

I let out a snort of laughter. "I've been thinking the same thing." We stood like that for the longest time; hugging, laughing randomly, crying randomly. Eventually, as I watched her just nuzzle into my chest; I noticed the huge black bags under her eyes.

"…how much sleep have you been getting…?" I asked, picking her head up and looking directly into her bloodshot, tear stained eyes. She looked sheepish.

"Not very much," she admitted, obviously trying to look away but failing in the attempt. I sighed, picked her up (much to some awkward squawking) and sat on the bed with her in my arms. I pressed her head against my chest, lightly stroking her hair. Quickly I picked her chin up, pecked her on the lips, and placed it back in its original position.

"Is this any better?" I whispered. She gave out an "Mmmmm," of acceptance, her eyes closing. I smiled down at her, not caring I was still in my ghost form, and began to hum softly to her. It was one of our favorite songs; The Missing Frame by AFI.

"I can hear your heart beat," she sighed, nuzzling into my chest, her lips barely moving. I laughed, placed my hand on her head, and continued to hum.

She was drowsy, but she managed to ask me to sing it after a few moments of humming. I rolled my eyes, gave a grunt of "oh, if I must to get you to friggin' sleep!" and began to sing to the tune dancing inside of my head.

"I'll let you tear it up, if you don't wake me up. But if you tear it, we can repair it, so please don't wake me, 'till someone cares. Now no one cares. Will the flood behind me, put out the fire inside me? Will the flood behind me, put out the fire inside me?"

I looked down again; she was asleep. I held her for a while, humming to the song, randomly singing out the words softly. Eventually dawn threatened to break, and I had to put the sleeping Sam down on the bed. I did so sadly, hugging her tightly. As I placed her down, I pressed my lips against hers, gently moving upwards until my lips were against her forehead. A smile crept on her lips as I pulled away. She curled up slightly, as if she were sleeping beside me. "I love you, Danny," she mumbled in her sleep.

I stifled back a flow of tears. "I love you too, Sammy," I informed her as I stepped out of the window and shut it.