"Sam, come out, please." Danny begged.

"The worst part about this is we don't even know if she's listening because she's can't reply." Something that resembled squished tampon hit Tucker between the eyes. "What is with her and chucking things at my head?" Tucker screeched, "She never does it to you."

"I'm just going to take a guess here and say that she's not trying to chuck anything at me just yet because I don't make fun of her."

"Yet." Tucker grumbled.

"Sam, please come out." Danny returned to begging.

Sam was listening and she had thrown a squished tampon at Tucker, it wasn't used though. She wasn't sick like that.

However, she couldn't face them, she had to figure out what the vision meant, or at least calm down. She was sure that the man speaking was the face she had lost. She was shaking from the power he radiated, strong, violent and evil.

"Sam?" She heard Danny's voice. She wished that school would be let out early, because she wasn't leaving this bathroom until it did.

The intercoms crackled to life, "Students, the gym has sprung a leak. We are evacuating the school before the flood spreads. Go. Have fun with the rest of your day."

What? Sam thought, she had just wished that. It couldn't have been Desiree, because Danny would have trapped her. But she couldn't have made it happen, it wasn't probable. Sure, it wasn't impossible, but it had to have just been a coincidence.

There was the sound of running elephants as the students emptied the building. As soon as the rush was over Sam left her bathroom.

"Sam, are you okay?" Danny asked.

"What happened?" Tucker demanded. "And do not through anything at me." Sam smiled a smile that really made Tucker nervous. She looked him straight in the eyes and poked him in the forhead. "Oh for the love of hamburgers." Sam hit him square on the top of the head with her first.

"What did you see, Sam?" Sam shook her head.

We've got to go somewhere else first. I'm not having this conversation at school.

"We'll go to my house." Danny volunteered and they grabbed their things out of their lockers.

***

"Danny." A girl with carrot coloured hair grabbed him as soon as he walked in the door.

"What?" Danny sounded extremely annoyed. Sam however, was suppressing a smile.

"They're cooking." She squealed.

"Cooking what?"

"Turkey." She answered, the girl had to be Jazz Fenton, Danny's sister. Tucker supposed. Sam already knew exactly who she was and her future.

"Great." Danny rolled his eyes and pulled a silver and yellow thing out of his bookbag. "Shock it." He handed the gadget to her.

Jazz grabbed it and headed off to another part of the house.

"My sister." Danny informed them.

"Food?" Asked Tucker looking hungrily at the fridge.

"Go ahead." Danny threw his bookbag down on the table. Sam sat in a chair and closed her eyes. She grabbed a pencil and paper and tried to sketch what she remembered of the face. Tucker leapt to the fridge and yanked open the door. He began to drool as foreign sausage names invaded his mind. He pulled them out of the fridge and sat down beside Danny.

"What happened in your vision Sam?" Tucker asked, sausage bits flying everywhere.

Sam grabbed a piece of looseleaf and wrote it down. Danny and Tucker read the short, crucial episode.

"So the voice was male for sure?"Danny asked, setting the paper down. Sam nodded. She had also written down the evil of his aura.

What do you think the vision means?

"Well," Tucker's brain was in analyze mode. "It seems like you're the key to all of this, somehow we have to keep you away from whoever this is. You need to discover your powers and use them to help us."

Sam grabbed Danny's hand, he translated. How on earth can I do that? I have no ideas on what I would be able to do! Besides, I'm not what he wants.

"You're not?" Danny asked in surprise.

She shook her head gentley and wrote on his palm. His eyes widened as he took in what she said.

"Danny! Is that your girlfriend?" Came a voice.

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. Complain if you want to, but I ain't gonna listen unless it's in the form of constructive criticism. Reviews motivate me. Don't own it. And Merry Christmas or Happy whatever you celebrate. Bah Humbug.

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