Danny left after hanging up the phone. He didn't even bother to yell bye to Jazz. Sam's 'spell' must mean that she had had a vision, and if the vision held the imending doom . . . well, all the better. As soon as Danny got the whole 'we're going to die' thing out of the way, he'd ask Sam out. Seriously. If she hit him, she hit him. At least she couldn't scream at him like normal girls.
He saw the school up ahead and ran for the door.
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Sam waved goodbye to Danny and Tucker as the final bell rang. She had an art class this afternoon, and she wasn't about to miss it. She loved art, mostly she loved charchoal, but that was beside the point. Another good fact about this was visions didn't come while she was relaxed, and she would be relaxed in art. Lately Sam had been tense every second, wondering if the next moment she'd find out what was going to happen. Sam shrugged to herself.
Sam walked into the large artroom and left her stuff by the door. She took a seat as Ms Dowry came in.
"Good afternoon!" She called, beginning to hand out half-finished projects.
"Afternoon," The class chorused back. Sam recieved her drawing. So far, this was her favourite piece.
She'd started it the first day she'd had the vision of the Ghost Boy, before she'd known it was Danny. One half of the picture was in colour, which was the right side of Danny Phantom. The other half was in black and white, mostly shadow. It was Danny Fenton. When Ms Dowry had looked at her picture, and recognized the famous super hero, she had praised Sam for capturing both sides of the eleusive spirit.
"Yin and yang, it balances perfectly, you should be proud." Ms Dowry had praised. Ms Dowry had seen Danny Fenton before, and Sam was pleased that he wasn't recognizable.
Sam drew out one of her pencils, and began to lightly sketch the background. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with it though. She knew that Phantom's background would be in colour, and Fenton's would be in black and white. The contrast would look great. At least, how she pictured it in her mind. And everyone knows how often it comes out like that.
Sam found herself sketching mountains, but quickly erased it. The mountains would be white and grey, and Sam needed something with a lot of colour, so that it would easily be noticable. She settled on a field with wildflowers. Not a normal place to find the but she didn't care all that much.
She leaned over to get her pencils, and fell from her chair with a scream. Sam lay on the floor, writhing, lost in her vision, unaware of the outside world.
"Join me Daniel!" Shouted the same male voice.
"NEVER!" Danny cried back. He was in Phantom form and tears leaked down his pale cheeks. "It'll be okay," He murmered to a figure in his arms. He hugged the figure close and kissed it on the lips.
"I will get you someday Daniel, join me now and save yourself pain." The evil ghost threatened, for Sam could feel the aura much easier now, and it was indeed, dead.
"NO! STOP THREATENING ME! I said no! Get that through your thick head!" Danny screamed.
The evil thing flew forward and attempted to snatch the unconscious human from Danny's arms. Danny screamed in pure terror. "Never touch her again." His voice was low and dangerous, full of implacations.
"Or what? You'll come after me?" Mocked the ghost.
The ghost once again reached for the figure, but Danny blasted it back with a glowing light. The ghost shot back at him, Danny swerved, but the blast hit the motionless form in Danny's arms. It let out a small groan and fell back.
Danny's eyes went flat and dangerous. He let out a wail that blew everything away, including the ghost. Danny quivered and floated toward the ground, using every ounce of strength he and the figure made it safely there.
Once on the ground Danny collapsed. He changed back to Fenton. The girl lying by his side sat up a few minutes later. Brushing the hair out of his eyes she gently shook him. He sat up, weakly, but she pushed him back down, making him rest. He obliged, but pulled her down with him, bringing her in for a kiss.
"Sam!" Sam's eyes fluttered open at the familiar voice. Danny. What was he doing here?
"Sam, dear, are you all right?" That was Ms Dowry. Sam sat up and put a hand to her forehead. She had a pounding headache. She managed a weak nod.
"Oh, I was so worried," Ms Dowry went on. "You were just lying there, twitching. I was so scared. I called Danny, and he came over. What happened?" Sam just stared at her. "Why can't you just say something?" Ms Dowry pleaded. She was sick and tired of the silence. It was crazy, she could speak, she just wouldn't. It was nerve-wracking.
Sam shook her head and attempted to stand.
"Easy Sam," Danny cautioned, taking her elbow to steady her. Sam rested a hand on her shoulder to get her bearings. Danny didn't understand what was wrong with that teacher. Sam couldn't speak. At all, so why make her feel bad about it? "Want to go?" Danny asked.
Sam nodded and Danny helped her over to where she left her things. While Sam was gathering everything up, Danny studied the picture she had been working on. He noticed, with embarrassment, that it was of him. Phantom him, and Fenton him. Fenton in shadow and Phantom in light.
"It's nice," He commented, when she caught him staring at it. Sam shrugged. It was such a nonchalant gesture that Danny couldn't guess what it meant.
When he and Sam were outside he finally asked, "What was your vision about?" Sam could only shake her head. How could she tell him when she didn't even know herself?
This chapter is dedicated to September999, because I got insparation to do this right after I read the review that they wrote.
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