I saw the figure jump off the cliff, I went to scream, but I couldn't make myself do it. I gabbed my phone speed dialed Tucker and whispered, "I found him. Come to the lake on the north side of Amity Park, the park. Come quick please, we may need a paramdeic, but I think we can save him."

I prayed we could save him. I didn't wait for a response. I raced ahead. I ran right into the water and pulled him from the current, using all my strength and then some. I pulled him from the water and onto shore.

He didn't move but he was breathing. I breathed out in relief. Letting a few tears fall from my eyes, onto his face. I studied it, surprised at how it didn't hurt.

His hair was the same: messy and adorable. He'd filled out a little more, still lanky if he stood up he'd now tower over me. His had more muscle, and his face was pale, but that could have been from nearly drowning. When did he get an earring? It was a silver hoop, and it look great on him. I looked up as Maddie followed by Jack, Jazz, Tucker and almost the rest of the town came out of the woods.

When I saw them I slipped away, I don't think any of them saw me. Even if they did, they wouldn't know it was me. I called to my chauffeur, and he took me home.

***

I remember falling, I remembering allowing myself to picture her face, but then I hit the water. I remembering going into the darkness, thinking that this was it. My pain was over. I remember being dragged away from that pain by two arms around me, dragging me away from the water and onto the bank. I didn't see my rescuer, or my executioner, depending on who's point of view.

In my family's point of view, my savior, someone from heaven, my point of view, my executioner, the one who damned me to this life. I woke up in a hospital room with Tucker beside me.

"Tuck." I rasped. He looked up, and I saw how bad he looked. He had dark circles and stubble. Tucker is at that stage in development. I'm not.

"Danny!" He cried in relief. "Thank god! What were you thinking? Doing that? If it wasn't for-"

"Don't tell me who saved me Tuck, because I'm going to do it again."

"Why?"

"I can't live like this anymore Tucker. I can't live knowing that she's off with some other guy, or forgetting me. I can't live with the pain."

"Then go talk to her! Find her Danny! And, she never forgot me."

"Perhaps not but she doesn't care."

"She cares Danny, she does."

"How would you know?"

"She saved you."

That conversation happened two days ago. I kept thinking about it, over and over again. Maybe I was too quick to judge my executioner, but, did this mean that I wanted to go find her? Talk to her? See her again?

I paced, giving up on trying to keep footprints out of my carpet.

The phone rang. "What?" I snapped.

"It's Tucker, sorry I interrupted your thinking time, but, that poem is due tomorrow."

"Right." And I hung up. Great, now I had two things to worry about. Flunking and her.

***

I went to the hospital. That stupid docter (who's name I did not know) wouldn't let me in to see Jay, but I still went. I tried to keep my mind from returning to him, because now that I was away from him, it hurt again. Killed me inside again.

Maybe I should go and jump. I thought dryly. I still had to wonder what had possessed him to jump. Maybe it was Paulina, or family troubles. I thought about calling Tucker, but decided against it.

It was tiem to cut myself completely off from Amity. No more phone calls to Tucker. None.

"Is Jay awake?" I asked the doctor.

"Yes, go see her and get away from me." He snapped.

I gave him a blank look, that probably made me look stoned, but I continued to her room. "Hey there pretty girl," I said, stepping in.

"Thanks for the compliment, but you know you're pretty too." I wasn't pretty, besides, this look was fake.

"Better rest up, Mr Bertie will kill you if you miss that thing next week." I said, sitting next to her bed.

"Thing? Oh, yeah. That poem I let some teacher use for her english class. Remind me why I have to meet this kid again?"

"Because you agreed to it and you get fifty bucks."

"Right, money. Money, money, money, green stuff. Ahh." She sighed, off in some dreamworld. "You are coming with me for moral support right?"

"Sorry, can't. Only people who gave poems to the teacher are allowed to go."

"Sam, I can't go with out you."

"You must be brave, my friend."

"That sounded so cheesy."

"It was supposed to." I answered.

"So, guess what?"

"Please, don't let this be another, I'm in love with a movie star, moment." I told her.

"Nope." Jay popped the p.

"So what?" Interested now.

"You know that poet, Phantom Of My Heart?"

"Yes . . ." I said cautiously. Jay never stopped raving about the magic that came from the poet's pen. Jay swore that if Phantom Of My Heart was male that they were going to get married.

"Phantom's going to be at the poetry get together! So, I'll finally get to meet them! I wonder what poem they gave to that english teacher?"

"I wouldn't know, not having read anything."

"You would if you'd just join .org\net." Jay argued.

"I can't believe anyone would be that good!"

"Well," Jay paused dramatically. "Someone is."

***

GRRR! I was still pacing. I'd attempted to read the poem once, but I couldn't. Pace, pace, pace, eat, pace, pace, pace, pick up poem, pace, throw it back down. Finally I picked up the poem. If I was going to fail I might as well go down swinging.

I picked up the poem and read the word's. It must have been from a girl's point of view because I was writing the guy's. Anyway, as I read I kept thinking about how this poem must have been written for me, because there was no one I could fail.

I picked up my pen.

***

"Are you sure you can't come?" Jay asked me, before getting loaded on the bus. Her arm was in a sling, and some of her ribs were taped, but other than that she was fine. She was already running around and colourfully cursing her casts.

"I'm sure, Ms. Jaybird, now, move along and go meet the kid that finished your poem."

"And meet Phantom Of My Heart, although, I think it's a girl." The bus drove away. I waved goodbye and returned to my house.

I took a good look at myself in the mirror. I went to the sink. I took out all of my hair dye. I removed the contacts. I removed all the make up. I removed the colours.

I put on a pair of jeans (faded and ripped at the knee) and a black tube top. I dried my hair and brushed it so that it fell to the just below my butt, curling at the ends. I left the make up off and put on black flip flops.

I was no longer Samantha Manson, perfect daughter.

I was Sam, opinionated, loud mouthed, sarcastic, argumentitive and an attitude to boot. Oh, and if anyone cares, Phantom Of My Heart.

***

I was piled onto the bus with my whole class.

"Tuck, how did you finish your poem?"

"It's awful! I no longer think of Jaybird's writing as a three year old's. It's something so good that I can't think of anything to write that would compare to it!"

"Not like that's saying much, but how did you finish it?"

"You promise not to laugh?" He asked.

"No."

"Good enough." He cleared his throat and started to read.

"Never before had I thought it possible,

That I could be so Alone.

I once thought that they'd always be here,

No matter what went wrong.

But now I see the mistake I made,

Without admitting it was done.

My technolgy keepers have left me.

They shut the internet down.

My whole life is useless now."

"That's sad that you wrote that. And, weren't you supposed to add five lines?"

"I wasn't done!" He snapped.

"My heart has been broken,

I think I'll go steal some arcade tokens."

"That's sad that you wrote that." I repeated. "And it doesn't even fit the mood of the poem."

"At least I read my poem!"

"So did I," I retorted smugly.

Tucker's face turned awed. "You actually did your homework? Who are you? What have you done to Danny Fenton?"

"Lost him in the lake." I replied before I could stop myself. Tucker's expression turned somber.

"You really won't do that again will you Danny?"

I swallowed. "Once school lets out for Christmas Holidays I'm going to find her and talk to her. If she regects me, I'll die either way." I admitted, without looking at him. I held my breath, waiting for his response. Scared to hear it, scared not too.

"Fair enough." Tucker said as the bus screeched to a halt.

We got off the bus and Tucker scurried ahead, wanting to find Jaybird and get this over with as soon as possible. I legged behind. I didn't care when or if I found my poet.

Eventually I found myself inside. I looked at the map.

Row four table ten, Phantom Of My Heart.

It's not like you didn't expect it. I mean, come on people. I'm all for the obvious answer. Jeez. And, did you really think I would kill Danny? Please. I like to torture, I love putting them through agony, but very rarely do I kill. Again, nolapeep owns the poem, some other people own Danny Phantom. I do however, own Jay and the chauffeur.I have some Danny Phantom summaries that I'm willing to hand out if anyone needs something to write. Just pm me. Ideas are appreciated, you'll get your credit. Complaints ignored unless it's in the form of constructive criticism. Reviews motivate me. Oh, and the end of Tucker's poem isn't the end to the actual poem.

~DI4MGZ~