DANNY PHANTOM: THIS TIME AROUND

DIAMOND GRYPHON

DATE: 7/22/07

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, or Jazz, or Sam, or Amity Park, or . . .

Chapter 6

Sonadora watched curiously as Danny Phantom pulled himself from her dream mirror. His hair was disheveled, and he appeared to be both frustrated and exhausted.

"Did your ally receive the message?"

"I think so." He muttered, slumping down into a nearby chair. "She seemed pretty out of it though."

She smiled at his innocent comment. "Most people are in their dreams. While asleep, they have little sense of reality."

Danny sighed. "I just hope she trusts me."

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Why did she trust Phantom?

I mean, besides the obvious fact that he had saved her life twice, what reason did she have to believe that he was good? He was a ghost for crying out loud!

Sam shook her head to clear out the prejudiced thoughts and continued her walk down the street. She was nearing her destination and she needed to make up her mind before then.

If she trusted him, than the worst that could happen was that she played right into his hands and his plot would come to completion (if he even had a plot). If she ignored him, worst case scenario was that Amity Park, and possibly the whole world would be destroyed.

Trusting him seemed like the best option, and if Sam was really honest with herself, she really did trust him. Now all she needed to do was to figure out how to help him.

And for that she needed help.

Sam had told him that in her dream (how did she even know the dream was real, anyway?) and he had told her something that had caused her to nearly fall over in shock.

"Jazz Fenton." Phantom said. "You can ask her for help."

From that point on, Sam had tried to explain that if she mentioned him to Ms. Fenton that he would be hunted mercilessly.

And even if she thought he was crazy for asking for a Fenton, she didn't want to see him hunted.

Her objections, however, fell on deaf ears. He insisted that she go to Ms. Fenton. All she needed to do was to mention his name, Phantom claimed, and Ms. Fenton would provide all the help she needed.

At first Sam had outright refused. Did he want to get himself destroyed? Phantom stood by his statement, and assured her that it would be fine, even if he didn't explain his reasoning.

Sam gave in eventually, and as soon as she did, he vanished from her dream. The first thing she had done after waking up was to start walking to Ms. Fenton's house. Which was where she found herself now, facing the doors that led to one of the greatest ghost hunters in town. The irony of who sent her here was not lost on her.

After ringing the doorbell several times, the door finally opened to reveal the scariest sight that Sam had ever seen.

It was Ms. Fenton, or at least, Sam assumed it was her. She couldn't quite tell with the mat of orange hair frizzed everywhere and the usually immaculate clothing in total disarray.

And if all of that wasn't bad enough, her face was absolutely heartbreaking. Ms. Fenton's features were screwed up in a mask of something between defeat and despair. Her makeup was smeared down her cheeks by what must have been buckets of tears. This was further evidenced by her eyes, which were puffy and red.

"Oh, Sam." She croaked, her voice hoarse from sobbing. "What do you want?"

"I . . ." Sam nearly choked on her words at seeing the teacher's appearance. She quickly tried to regain her composure. "Ms. Fenton, can I come in? I need your help."

"If this is about ghosts, there are plenty of other ghost hunters that are a lot better than I am." Ms. Fenton looked completely worn out. "And, as you can see, I'm not in any shape to help anyone."

It was now or never, Sam had to take the chance that this would work. "Phantom specifically asked that I talked to you."

"Phantom?" Jazz mouthed in disbelief, her breath catching in her throat. "He contacted you?"

"Yes." Sam replied cautiously, trying to figure out what she was thinking.

"Come inside." Ms. Fenton said, opening the door wide for the first time. "Make yourself at home. Do you need to tell me now, or can it wait for ten minutes?"

"It can wait, I guess." Sam stepped into the house still uncertain as to what the ghost hunter was going to do. "Why?"

For the first time since Danny left, as spark showed in Jazz's eyes. "I'm going to go get ready." With that, she raced up the stairs wearing a silly grin. Sam could barely hear her last joyful exclamation.

"He's back!"

I'm trying to get back on a regular schedule, so hopefully this will update every Friday. I just saw the movie TRANSFORMERS and I want to do a crossover with SG-1. Anyway, review please.

-Gryph