So, I might have to raise the rating because of this chapter. I'm gonna warn you; It's suggestive, but… well, you'll see, but you are warned. Tell me if I should raise the rating or not, k?

The Phantasmagoric Images

Chapter 2

Danny's breathing was still shallow as he started at the ceiling, trying to erase the images from his mind. Jazz gently pushed his bedroom door open expecting to see a sleeping Danny ignoring his alarm, but instead found him with sweat dripping from his brow and a terrified look on his face.

"Morning, Danny, "Jazz began. "Bad dream?" Danny grimaced at her while still facing the ceiling. "I guess you did. You wanna talk about it? I might be able to help?" She sat on the bed next to him and ran her fingers through his hair. He was growing up so fast. She couldn't remember the last time she had touched his hair.

"Go away, Jazz," Danny groaned at her, lifting himself off the bed. He quickly grabbed a towel from a basket of fresh, clean clothes his mom had brought him the night before. As he walked down the hallway toward the bathroom, he yelled back at Jazz, "Don't be there when I get back!" Jazz exited his room, gently closing the door behind her. Danny had never been one for emotional moments. He didn't even like talking about emotions. He couldn't wait to get away from Jazz when she asked about his dream. She sighed. "He'll learn eventually," She said quietly to herself as she walked downstairs to the kitchen to see her father trying to cook. "I'll take that!" She yelled as she yanked the frying pan from Jack's grip.

Danny stood in the shower upstairs, hoping the water would wash away the horrific images he had seen last night. "Why… Where… did that dream come from?" he thought to himself. He tried to relax as the water ran down his body. He didn't know what to think and worse, he was even more confused about his feelings for Sam. Maybe it is only a hormonal attraction; a sexual desire. He wanted to punch himself for thinking something so cold. What is attraction without love? Just a mindless lust. Lust. That word made him sick. Was his feelings for Sam just lust. Was it just a craving for physical satisfaction? No. He felt more for her. He cared deeply for her. He just couldn't find the words to describe it. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around himself. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He looked at his reflection in the fogged mirror. He looked terrible. He hadn't got any real sleep last night and his face reflected it. Sam probably slept like a baby last night while he tossed and turned dreaming of her. He reached for his hair gel that Sam had, on multiple occasions told him he didn't need, but used anyway. He enjoyed annoying her sometimes. It was like a hobby now. It wasn't there. The hair gel wasn't there. But he left it in the same place every morning. How… Jazz.

"Mom!" Danny yelled, sounding like a young child tattling on another. "Jazz stole my hair gel!" The three in the kitchen exchanged questioning glances.

"I don't even wear hair gel!" Jazz yelled back. Danny huffed and brushed his hair out of his face with the back of his hand.

"Well, hair gel doesn't just get up and walk away!" Danny started. "… Does it?" Jazz rubbed her temples in aggravation. Why does he even need hair gel? Suddenly, she remembered something.

"Sam took it, Danny," Jazz stated, finally remembering that Sam had borrowed a few things the last time she was there.

"And you let her?" Danny asked, stepping out of the bathroom and heading toward his room.

"Danny, you're being childish. It's just hair gel," Jazz spoke like a mother telling her baby that she can sleep with a teddy bear. "Besides, you look better without it"

"So I've heard," Danny scoffed, pulling his shirt over his head. He hated it when Jazz was right, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed that he wouldn't be able to play his little game this morning. Sam probably took it just to spite him.

Danny ran down stairs, hair in slightly frizzed curls, and shoved several strips of bacon in his mouth before saying, "I'll see you guys after school."

He slung his overly stuffed backpack over his shoulder and walked out the front door of Fenton Works. He was glad to be away from his prying sister and her psycho-babble, but he knew she'd just catch him at school later. Danny walked until he couldn't see the Fenton Works sign, darted into an alley way and changed into Danny Phantom. He tried to fly to school, but couldn't stop drifting off to sleep. He didn't realize how tired he was. He decided to try and fly while lying on his back that way he could snooze and get to school. Sam saw him out of her bedroom window and called to him. He felt a shiver go up his spine that automatically woke him out of fear of being sucked into that dream again. He searched for the source of his name when Sam called him again. He turned to see her standing on her balcony in her all-to-revealing nightgown of lace and fishnet. He felt his heart race. She invited him in and he unwillingly obliged. He stepped into her dark room filled with purple and black bedding and curtains and changed back to him human form. As he looked at her room, all he could think of was throwing her down on the bed and showing her how he felt. He froze as the vision of Sam covered in burns, cuts, and blood crept back into his mind. He cringed. He couldn't think about Sam without undressing her with his eyes or seeing her bloody form lying on the ground, calling his name. He came back to reality when he saw Sam take off her night gown like he wasn't standing there, in the middle of her room. He tried to look away, but couldn't. Every curve of her body enticed him.

She looked up at him as she tried to fasten her bra. "A little help here, please?" He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. Why is she torturing me? He walked slowly towards her, afraid that a reality show camera might pop out on him. He grabbed the clips in his hand and starred confused at them. What the hell am I doing? I can't do this! I'm way too close to her… I don't even know how a bra works, much less how to fasten one! He managed to get the hooks to go together correctly and quickly ran to sit on the bed with his back to her as soon as the job was done. Same laughed at how awkward he was. She pulled her usual tank top over her head and pulled up her skirt. Danny heard her chuckle behind him and his heart dropped. God, I hope she didn't notice… Danny tried to casually adjust his pants without alerting Sam. She sat down next to him on the bed as she pulled her stockings up her beautiful porcelain legs. He wanted to touch them, to run his hands up her legs until he reached her—STOP IT! I'm not that person! I'm not a skirt-chaser! Sam got up for a moment to grab her boots that sat in the corner and came back to put them on when the zipper stuck. She looked up at Danny with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"You mind helping me again?" She asked meekly. He shrugged, telling her he didn't really mind and she placed her leg in his lap. He turned so that he was facing her and struggled, just as she had, to get the zipper up. It took him several moments, but he got it, shooting his hand up her boot and straight in the pelvic region. He didn't move. He couldn't move. He didn't want to move. He looked up to see Sam's shocked face, but it showed no inhibition towards the positioning of his hands. He gently slid his hand up and down her most sensitive area causing a moan to escape her lips. He felt a wet heat there. He couldn't control himself anymore and she didn't seem to protest, but they were going to be really late for school. He crawled up the bed so he was right above her and leaned down into a passionate, heated kiss. It was like releasing all his fears and anxieties in one big rush. It was as if there were no secrets, no pain, no one else in the world; just them, lying in each other's arms, locked in the most wonderful embrace Danny could ever dream of. And he did dream it because right before he could take her for his own, he saw Sam in her bathroom, fixing her hair for school. He felt a pain in his chest and a sickness in his stomach. He dreamed it? All of it? But… it… seemed so real…

He walked into Sam's bathroom to see her putting gel in her hair, preparing it to be straightened. It was his hair gel.

"So, are you feeling any better?"Sam asked, still putting the gel in her hair. "Jazz told me you were out of it this morning. Something about a nightmare?" She glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He was pissed. "Danny?" He stepped toward her and grabbed the comb from her hand.

"You took my hair gel," he stated numbly, staring at the comb.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Danny," Sam said trying to take the comb from his hands. "I ran out and I figured, 'Why buy some more when I can borrow some from my good friend, Danny?'" Sam chuckled slightly, thinking he was playing up the seriousness in be funny.

His eyes flashed red, while his face remained blank. "Don't ever touch my hair gel again. Got it?"He raised his gaze to her amethyst eyes.

"Lighten up, Dan Dan! It's only hair gel," Sam nervously laughed. "I'll buy you another container, okay?"He slammed the comb down on the counter and grabbed her arm.

"Fine. Let's hurry to school. We're gonna be late." Danny jerked her toward the balcony and Sam screamed, fighting to get her arm back. He released her instantly and looked back to see her clutching a burn on her upper arm. It was just like the one in his dream. His head began to spin again, his legs weak. He brought his hand to his face to see it tinted red with blood; Sam's blood.

"What the hell, Danny?" Sam screamed, alerting her parents downstairs. Danny knew he had little time before they came through the door and started pointing fingers at him.

"I-I-I didn't mean to do that, Sam," Danny pleaded. "Sam, look at me. I didn't mean to—I would never—Sam…"

"Just go!" Sam yelled. "I'll walk. Just go." She pointed toward the balcony and Danny quickly followed orders, turned ghost, and flew out of the open balcony doors. He stopped in a alley way just short of the school to change back to his human self. He stared at his hands, still stained with Sam's blood.

"What's happening to me?" Danny whispered to himself, almost whimpering. "I've lost control of myself before, but never like this. And If I lost control this time, what's to stop me from losing control again and who's to say next time won't be worse?" He held back tears as he ran towards Casper High. I can't tell what's real anymore…

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