"What if we get in trouble for sneaking into your parents lab and using their equipment without their permission?" Tucker asked, as the trio headed down the stairs into the basement.

"Tucker, that is about the thousandth time you've complained and we're not even in the lab yet!" Danny informed his friend.

"Was that Danny or Sam talking?" Tucker wondered, always being confused as to who was actually speaking.

"Sam, she's the one who's always sarcastic."

"Oh, right, right." Tucker paused for a minute and then asked, "What if we get in trouble-"

"Tucker, shut up! We will not get caught! My parents are out of town until tomorrow." Danny snapped, "And that was from Danny, not Sam."

"Now you're just making fun of me." Tucker pouted as the trio landed in the lab. They stood there for a few minutes until Tucker asked, "Now that we're here, what do we do?"

"Oh, don't be stupid Tuck," Danny shook his head at his friend, "Isn't it obvious, we . . . well, that is, we. No, Sam, I had a plan, I just can't remember it."

"And it probably came in his sleep, so it had something to do with flying monkeys." Tucker whispered to Sam. She let out a silent giggle.

"Hey, I don't always dream about flying monkeys!" Danny protested.

"Yeah, it was once a frog with fangs."

"It was not!" Danny screeched. Sure it wasn't. Sam let out an exaggerated eye roll. "It wasn't, you have to believe me."

I don't have to do anything.

"Let's just do what we came down here to do." Danny said, feeling proud of himself for taking charge. What exactly did we come down here to do? Sam asked. Danny floundered. "Umm, Tucker's in charge of the training program, ask him!"

Sam rolled her eyes at the same time Tucker screamed, "I'M WHAT? SINCE WHEN?"

Sam grabbed Danny's hand and began to write, Danny, this was your idea. You figure it out, or I leave and you die. "Pshh, Sam, I wouldn't die." Yes, you would. "No, I wouldn't."

Sam was getting more frustrated by the second. Her frustration and anger grew and bubbled, churning inside of her until it hit breaking point. She placed her hand on Danny's cheek really roughly, and suddenly images filled his mind. Images of his own death, each more horrible than the last. Torture, beaten within an inch of his life, impalement, breaking his spirit, suffering, watching the ones he loved die first, and then going himself.

Danny broke away from her grasp, eyes wide and gasping. "Sam . . . What was that?"

By the way, my dad actually had a dream that a frog with fangs was chasing him around his bed. My dad talks in his sleep, we tape recorded it (well, my stepmom did) and when we played it back to him at breakfast, the look on his face was priceless.

Did I smell . . . plot? Kind of, not really, a little bit of plot.

I don't own Danny Phantom. Thanks to iluvacting for betaing.

~DI4MGZ~