Disclaimer: Yes I own Danny Phantom…Wait no. I own some cheez. Butch Hartman owns Danny Phantom…but does he own CHEEZ? No…I didn't think so. Wait…he does? Oh, never mind. Nothing belongs to me.

Important: In this chapter, there is a part where someone suggested it to me. Two parts actually. I am not copying nor am I saying I'm using their ideas. The thought of that certain scene was already in my mind before they mentioned it to me. So, to whoever told me about, please don't think I'm sponging off your idea.

Important 2: If your wondering about Sam's Grandma, she went with her parents to Hawaii so don't think she doesn't exist in this fic. After all, this is not an AU. A/N: Be sure to read the Important notice. Nothing really to say except I'm so sorry for being lazy! I'd also like to say sorry for not getting to the point what the summery says. Don't worry! It's here.

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Sam was worried now. She knew Danny and Tucker were the only people that could help her with this predicament, but as of right now, they were useless. Her friends were about to make matter worse! If she was sent to the vet and be brought up for adoption, she'd have to forfeit the thought of ever having thumbs again! Her life span would be cut in half; her only friends would be some old couple…or some childish kid pulling on her tail all the time…the list could go on! No! This couldn't be the end for her. She prepared herself to dash off until she collapsed onto her stomach. Her leg burned and felt like led. Suddenly she remembered her earlier encounter with a window.

"Poor thing," Danny sympathized. " Well, I don't have a cage or anything so I guess I'll just carry it myself, but do you even know where the animal hospital is?"

Both of them thought for a moment. It wasn't like any of them had previous pets that they'd brought to the vet for check-ups for reference. Sam knew where one was because of all her donations to help out animal causes but she doubted any of them would listen to her. Let alone understand her.

"I could probably look it up," Tucker said while taking out his trusted PDA from his back pocket. After a few moments, the techno geek had a result. "Ah, here we are! It's only a couple of blocks east. We should be there in no time." He flashed an accomplished smile.

Danny nodded and looked back at the cat Sam, who seemed to be in great thought as well as pain. Sam looked at her left hind leg. Parts of her fur were filled with dirt and matted with blood. Falling off from that distance couldn't have led to that kind of injury, right? She peered under her limb and saw a rather sharp, large rock painted over with some of her blood.

'Stupid bloody rock,' she grimaced while glaring at the stone. Just then, she found her tongue rolling out of her mouth steadily licking at her wound in a rhythmic motion. The blood tasted gritty and metallic to her rough tongue, but a force was preventing her to stop. 'Must be an animal instinct,' she thought as her tongue ceased licking her injured leg.

Danny had his hand hovering over her stomach uncertain. When he was just about to pick her up by her stomach, a strange noise emitted from Sam's mouth causing her friend to flinch. She had her mouth wide open purposefully showing her sharp fangs to show she shouldn't be messed with. The ghost pulled back his hand in reflex. A part of Sam's mind was crying out softly saying, 'Don't touch me!' when the boy started to close in on her. Sam hissed out once again, the fur on her body bristling, before she forced herself to stop. 'Must be the cat talking…err…meowing.'

"Tucker! How am I supposed to carry it without clawing my face out?" Danny yelped angrily.

"Calm down man! Let me just go look it up," Tucker replied while once again referring to his PDA. He clicked the stylus a few times on his screen. "Here. It says 'To make sure the cat knows you're not a threat, let your hand reach out in a clear frontal approach.'"

Danny did as he was told and gingerly put his hand out. Sam's cat-mind stretched out her neck and poked her nose against Danny's palm. The cat mind was taking over for the moment.

"'If you wish to hold said feline,'" Tucker continued, "graze your hand along its back and place it on its back-side. Use your other hand to go beneath the stomach and pick up carefully. Turn it over to its belly and cradle it in you arms.'"

As instructed, Danny petted her head after seeing no hostile action and placed his hand to her rear. 'Whoa there!' Sam thought flustered. 'No one can touch me there!' If cats had the ability to blush, her whole body would be a dazzling shade of red. Yet, she couldn't pull away. The cat found this acceptable and forbade Sam from squirming. Danny placed his free hand underneath her stomach. He easily picked her up and raddled Sam in his arms. It was just like holding a newborn. Her front paws here tucked under her chin. Her face was imprinted with a dazzled, baffled look. He could feel the intense gaze her lavender eyes were giving off. With a frightful realization, Sam turned inward towards Danny's chest, digging her claws slightly in fear. 'Oh God!'

"Engh!" Danny mumbled in slight discomfort. "Lets get a move on. After all, it might get infected or something." He let his right hand held Sam while his left hand went slightly around Tucker's waist. He took a quick glance around before transforming into Danny Phantom. He jumped into the air with both life forms and began soaring at a high altitude to make nothing to suspicious. If anyone saw Tucker flying with the ghost boy, well then, that'd be too much trouble.

'This is not good! Not good!' Sam worriedly mewed. "Meow, meow mew! Meow mew!"

"Oh great! I think the pain is starting to really bother it. Brace yourself Tucker!" Danny spoke over his shoulder. He started to gain speed.

The wind was beating against Sam's fur. Her eyes were beginning to water up from the breeze batting against her face. She couldn't close them though because she was too afraid. For some reason, a sudden fear for heights rattled in her heart. The pain didn't help either. With a bit of effort, she managed to close her terrified eyes. She buried her face farther into his chest and thought of happy thoughts.

'Dark rooms, Gothic Café, those little black gummy bats that I like to put on top of my ice cream!'

Danny used his intangibility powers to affect the two others. He settled behind the animal hospital and de-transformed. They both rushed to the front door. Stepping on the mattress they waited before entering trough the automatic door. Sam moved her head outward and cocked her head to see her doom.

'I'm doomed…'

Adjusting Sam in his arms, he walked up to the receptionist. He read her nametag aloud

"…Ms. Anderson?" he asked.

The lady behind the desk looked up from her computer and flashed white pearly teeth. Her smile was warm and friendly. She had small round glasses perched upon her nose and red hair that draped over a professional looking suit.

"Yes, may I help you? Oh and please, call me Angela," she replied.

"Yeah, um…Angela. I uh…found this cat and um, I think it's hurt."

'What was your first clue?' Sam retorted in her mind.

"Only because this guy smacked it with a window!" Tucker intervened pointing to his friend.

"It was and accident!" yelled Danny flying his arms in the air.

Sam was dropped on the receptionist's desk from lack of support. She yelped in pain when she landed with a thud. Tucker, Danny, and the secretary starred wide-eyed at the fallen feline. Ms. Anderson recovered first. The lady picked Sam up and glared at Danny. She cooed at Sam and wiped off the cooed that had dripped onto her desk with a near by hankie.

"Yes, we do take walk-ins. I'll page one of the vets now. This cat obviously needs proper and quick care now," she said angrily. Danny ran his hand through his hair nervously.

"Eh heh, heh…gee, that's great! Thanks Angela," he replied with an uncertain chuckle. "It's Ms. Anderson, thank you," she spoke with venom. Danny hid behind Tucker. Ms. Anderson pressed a button and spoke to a distant person. She asked for assistance and within a few moments, a middle-aged brunette woman came over and retrieved Sam. She gave a curt nod to acknowledge the boys. The boys started to follow the other women until Ms. Anderson cleared her throat.

"I think it would be best if the doctor could inspect your cat…alone," she said eyeing Danny.

He was just about to reply when suddenly, blue mist emitted from his mouth.

"Uh, yeah! I got to go for a bit anyhow. Hey, why don't you stick around here, Tuck to see how it goes! …I'll be right back." Danny rushed out the doors and sped away.

The secretary smiled at Tucker giving him a signal that it was okay if he followed.

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The brunette vet lay Sam down on a counter, similar to a check up table in a regular doctor's office. She patted her on the head and went over to a sink. The room was all lightly colored – mostly white. It smelled of many different scents. Most of the peculiar smells she could not decipher, but the two she recognized were medicinal and a stench of wet dog. There were not the most pleasant of smells. A sudden throb echoed through her flesh.

The vet came to her aid. She placed her to a different looking sink and began washing the blood off her injured leg. She rubbed her hands along her flank while Sam just stood there, keeping quiet. The water was simply building on her fur where the injured flesh was not. It only made her feel heavy. Some water got passed her fur, giving her a cold sensation through out her small frame. It was freezing! She did not like it one bit.

'Ugh! This feels terrible. And even more so terrible with the fact I'm being bathed by a mid-thirty old stranger!'

The lady picked and scrubbed her off with a towel when Tucker came through the door. The gust of wind that was created by the door contrasted with her wet fur and made her feel even colder.

"Hey doc," Tucker said with a smile. "So is anything really bad happened that you found out yet?"

The vet began moving some fur apart to see the punctured area. She took some cream from on of the cabinets and squeezed a fair amount on her pointer finger. Carefully, she smoothed it out onto Sam's leg.

"No, nothing is too serious. The opening in her skin wasn't infected yet. There was dirt and some small pieces of gravel in there but I've washed it all out along with the blood," she stated as she began wrapping some gauze around her leg.

"Oh, so it's a girl?" asked Tucker. The brunette lifted Sam's leg.

"Yup, it's a girl," the doctor confirmed.

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The doctor handed Tucker a slip of paper, a bag of bottles, and returned Sam.

"Here. This is a list of the medicines in the bag and what each one does. Oh, wait! Don't you have a cage for your pet?" she asked.

"Um, no. You see, my friend and I were hoping -"

'Oh, no! Here it comes! Adoption! Good bye life!' Sam dramatically ranted.

"Hey!" a familiar voice chimed. "What I miss?"

Danny appeared at the door panting heavily. He looked ruffled up and exhausted as he placed his hand on the doorframe while catching his breath.

"Ah! Here, you carry the medicine since you boys don't have a proper cage," she said taking the bag and script back and shoved them to Danny, "and your friend here will carry um…who's ever pet it is!" Danny held the stuff and lifted one of his hands.

"Actually, it's not either of ours. We –"

"By the way, my name is Nancy. Contact me if you have any other question. Okay? Buh-bye!" she interrupted while shutting the door after giving Danny her card. He read the motto on her card.

"'The Amity Animal Center: Where we care for the animal, and what you want done.' Wow, that's accurate," he said sarcastically.

"Never mind that dude," Tucker said while walking up to the secretary. "Could you put all charges on the Manson account?"

'Hey! That good for nothing friend is charging me!' Sam thought angrily. She nipped one of Tucker's arms. He winced but didn't drop Sam. He was well aware of the wrath he could have possibly faced from Ms Anderson. They both slashed a smile and headed out.

"Tuck, do you really think you should have done that?" Danny asked.

"Of course! Sam's loaded anyway! Besides, we're the ones caring for her after Sam left. We're doing her a favor," Tucker smartly replied.

"I guess…oh wait, it's a girl?"

"That's what Nancy said." Tucker said dryly. "By the way, who's ghostly butt did you kick this time?"

Danny sighed. "The only ghosts' butt got kicked was mine. Skulker kicked it good. I almost had him until he scrammed at the last moment. He managed to ruff me up real good before he left. I'll get him next time he shows his ugly face again though," he added while rotating his shoulder.

Tucker patted his friend on the back. "Now that's the spirit!"

A sudden tune of William Overture began playing from Tucker's back pocket. Without a moment's hesitation, he had his PDA back into his hands. He read the screen and dropped his jaw. "No way! I've been waiting for this for five months!" He grabbed Danny's shoulder and shook them back and forth.

"What! What is it?"

"They've just opened the new line of handheld computers! Dude…I've got to go!" Tucker handed Sam back Danny. He dashed off leaving a trail of dust behind. Sam and Danny both looked at each other in disbelief.

"So…" he replied unintelligently," I guess it's just you and me."

Sam fidgeted in his arms. Sure she'd been alone with Danny before but this was just different. Don't ask her how, it just was. The only clues that might have made her uncomfortable was that she…

1. Is a cat

2. In his arms

3. Apparently going to his house.

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Danny settled Sam onto his bed. He laid the medicine on his desk and started reading the script. He opened the plastic bag. Fiddling with a pale yellow bottle, Danny tried to open it. His effort was futile. Getting frustrated, he phased his hand through the container and took out a pill. He ran downstairs to get a bowl of water and sped right back up. The pill dropped into the water bowl, dissolving after a moment. He placed the bowl in front of her.

Sam sniffed the bowl. Nasty! It had the same aroma as crap water. If you don't know what crap water smells like. Go sniff your toilet: or better yet – Burger King's toilet. No way she'd drink this!

"Come on! It says it's a painkiller. You've got to drink it. Do you want to be a cripple?" Danny asked.

Just then, his door was opened. Quickly, Danny sat in front of Sam. He scowled as he saw his sister Jazz walk through his door. He twisted his arm around to the back and made Sam invisible.

"What do you want Jazz? Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" he snapped.

"Calm down. I just wanted you to know that…" Jazz paused. She tilted her head back wile her eyes began to squint. She jolted back and let out an enormous sneeze. "I was saying –" She sneezed a few more times. "I'm going to be out for awhile and mom and dad are wrapped up in their new invention so stay clear of them," she finished in a nasally voice.

"Yeah, ok…just…go now!" he replied.

Jazz rolled her new red puffy eyes and walked out. Behind the door, he could hear her muffle something about not sneezing this much since they visited their aunt with a cat named Fluffy and about what a weirdo her brother was having a bowl of water in his room. Danny took his hand off of Sam. She shivered off the draining feeling that welled up inside of her from Danny's invisibility act. Disdainfully she licked up the water. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth and became a loop to lap up the water. It tasted just as nasty as it smelled. She stopped when she couldn't take it anymore.

Danny smiled and petted in between Sam's ears. It felt so good! It was like a gentle massage and he just hit the right spot. She butted her head against Danny's hand by instinct. Danny pulled back his hand and took the bowl of water back onto his desk. He read the paper again.

"Ok, it says right here that we should take this bottle four hours from now," he murmured to himself. "Hey, Cat. Make sure you don't walk too much on your leg. Get plenty of rest!" he said to the feline on his bed as though she could understand. He had no idea she did. As an afterthought, he thought that calling his newly found cat; Cat was a little too unimaginative. "How about we give you a name?"

He plopped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. 'This is my chance!' Sam cheered to herself. 'If only I could tell him my name is Sam he's bound to know it's me!' Sam rose from the bed and limped over to the edge of the bed. She eyed the boy's room to see if there was anything that could clue him in that she was not what she appeared. 'There!' she exclaimed. She limped over to Danny's night table. There on top, was a picture of just him and Sam. Examining the picture, she saw herself in a half-smile next to Danny who had a lopsided ridiculous smile plastered on his face. She took the picture along with the frame in her mouth and placed it on his stomach.

The boy looked back at Sam and the item that she had picked out. Seeing how she had caught his attention, she pawed at her picture. Danny sat upright on his bed. He held the picture and looked at the cat Sam and then to the human Sam in the photo.

"Sam?" he asked.

She nodded expectantly. Well, that is…if she could nod. It was more like a bob of the head.

"Your Sam? You want to be called Sam?"

Sam collapsed on the bed in defeat. Was there any way to get it through the very clueless boy? Apparently not. She would just have to think of another way.

"Well, I can see why you'd want to be called that," he said slightly dazed. "After all, she's a great individual person." Sam turned her head away in embarrassment. Did he really think of her like that? "Besides," he added as he scratched underneath her chin, "you two have the same kind of eyes. Don't worry. Until Sam comes back from Hawaii, I'll let you stay here. But that means we'll have to hide you from my family so be sure you do as I say."

A flicker of echoing in the back of her throat and she started to purr. It was kind of weird how all these things were just happening to her in instinct.

A computerized blast was played on Danny's computer. He rushed over to the computer realizing what it was. He opened up his instant messaging list. Sam stepped off the bed with a numbing feeling. Evidently the painkiller was working. She jumped up onto the computer desk and eyed his conversation…with Valerie.

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RedHunter: Hey Danny.

AstronautFreak: Valerie! I never expected for you to be on. You're barely available these days.

RedHunter: I could say the same thing to you Fenton.

AstronautFreak: I suppose you're right.

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It was true. Both teens were constantly fighting ghosts all the time to do normal activities like chat online. It would have been bothersome to the group of youth if Danny hadn't gotten so use to it, Valerie did it for a living (without pay unfortunately), and if Sam and Tucker felt a need to help their ghostly friend. What true friend wouldn't? The computer was mainly used for The Three Musketeers to communicate about ghost related things…and the occasional Doom video game. Wait…the computer! That's it!

Sam nudged Danny's hand away and had her paws on the keyboard.

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AstronautFreak: xfzanjnj7y kitg6's me sazmk

RedHunter: Wha?

AstronautFreak: sdazm isx a xcart6 j/'m nhdefde

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Danny pulled Sam off the computer desk and put her on his lap. He pushed her head down and spoke into her ear.

"Sam, you're going to have to behave! I'm trying to talk to someone here. You can look at the screen if you want but don't try anything. Other wise I'll…smack you with another window!" he exclaimed.

'You wouldn't!' "Meow!" Danny chuckled.

"Just stay still ok? You have to rest anyway."

So there Sam was. Watching Danny and Valerie chat away on Danny's lap. Bittersweet.

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RedHunter: What was that all about Danny? Danny? You still there?

AstronautFreak: Oh, that was just my new cat messing around.

RedHunter: Oh! You got a cat? That's awesome. What's its name?

AstronautFreak: Oh…her name is Sam.

RedHunter: It's seriously named Sam? Wow, you've got it bad for her. I wonder what she's going to say…

AstronautFreak: It's not like that! It wanted that name. Besides…Sam's gonna be in Hawaii for a month.

RedHunter: I see. Anyway, you think you and Tuck want to hang out tomorrow?

AstronautFreak: That's great! Tuck and I were getting bored since Sam left.

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'What! They're going to hang out with her now? It's like…they're trying to replace me. I bet Valerie's taking advantage of this opportunity,' Sam growled to herself.

Sam stood there intently watching the computer screen. She had to make sure that nothing was going on between the two. Not like she cared though. She just wanted to keep Danny in check, making sure that Danny kept realizing that there wasn't anyway he could be with her by being Danny Phantom at the same time. She couldn't stand to see Danny hurt again like he was. Especially when she saw the sad look he gave her when he gave her the class ring engraved Wes. Who was Wes anyway? Finally, Valerie had to leave and they both signed off. It was already dark out.

Sam yawned widely and jumped off Danny's lap. Danny checked his alarm clock. It was time for Sam's medicine. This time it was supposed to help the healing of Sam's leg. He gave it to her. This time it didn't smell so bad and didn't taste that horrible either. She took it without all the fuss.

While Sam was lapping up the water, Danny started tending his bruises that Skulker gave him. He rubbed it out. Sam finished up the water and looked around the place for a spot she could sleep for tonight. It was such…a guy's room. The only thing that would've been easy to sleep on would be Danny's bed. 'Oh well, I guess the floor wouldn't be so bad…'

Suddenly, a pair of pants blocked her vision! Startled, Sam began running around the room with pants on top of her. She stumbled over the pair of jeans and crashed into a wall. Sam wriggled out of it and peeked through. Bad idea. There he was, Danny, half naked changing on his bed! Luckily he had already changed into his pajama pants, yet, his torso was uncovered. He had a relaxed pose. His head was slightly cocked and his eyes were slightly glazed over. The embarrassed Sam hid back inside the jeans. P. U. No matter how hot Danny looked, sweat will never smell good. She darted out of the jeans and hid under the bed.

The underside of the bed was dusty and had random pieces of lint scattered around. It wasn't the loveliest of places but she couldn't stand to see Danny at the moment after her sudden encounter. Danny (now fully clothed) looked underneath his bed.

"Are you sure you want to sleep there?" he asked.

Sam looked the other way. Figuring that Sam wouldn't change her mind Danny went on top of his bed and began to doze off. The creak of the springs hurt Sam's ears and the dust tickled her nose. She wouldn't sleep here next time. She looked at the floor seeing the moonlight shimmer through the window before nodding off into sleep, tail curled around her body.

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