Hi everyone! Just so ya'll know my first 2 chapters have been edited and Beta(ed), so they look and flow a lot better. I had added some important information to my second chapter so please go re read the beginning of that chapter before reading this one.

I hope ya'll like it!

Beta(ed) by Cordria—Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

Chapter 3

The Mysterious Boy

Sam Manson was having one heck of a night. First off she had a fight with her parents, no surprise there, then she got into a fight with her best friend Tucker, and of course everything happens in threes, so now she had a strange boy crying on the ground in front of her because she told him the time.

What was wrong with the world?

As usual, she had snuck out the house to go to a deserted area so she could write her poetry, and the only way you can write true Goth poetry is by getting into the right mindset. What better place than the than the dark deserted parking lot of the "school of terror"? She was really flowing until the boy came up to her.

He was so creepy just standing there. He was staring at her through ridiculously dark sunglasses, how could he see anything with those on when it's already so dark outside? His hood was up covering the majority of his hair and face. All she could make out was really pale cheeks and chin, and his hands were also ghostly white. He was pretty scary looking… which just went great with his Goth attire.

It would have been a whole lot better if he hadn't suddenly flipped out on her. He asked the time and when the sun supposedly comes up then just went to pieces. It was all very confusing and Sam was seriously starting to doubt his mental health, hoping he didn't flip into some mad mass murderer or something.

Even though she was a Gothand most people assumed that meant she didn't care about much but darkness and supernatural or whatever, she knew that wasn't true. If anything she cared too much, heck she'd been a vegetarian since she was eightyears old. Seeing this boy crying was no different than seeing a hurt animal to her and she knew she had to help him if she could.

She knelt down beside the boy and slowly brought a hand to his forearm in a comforting gesture. He didn't take kindly to that and jerked back, but calmed again after a moment.

"Are you okay?" Sam cautiously asked him.

"No," he said in a weak voice, as he wiped away tears, sounding as though it was the end of the world.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, getting less nervous the more he spoke. He had a nice voice, it was soft if a bit raspy but she liked that.

"I have to be home in-what is it now-like twenty minutes?" he said more to himself than to Sam.

"Okay…" Sam said, clearly having trouble understanding what the problem is. "So, why don't you just go home?"

"Don't you think I would if I could?" he snapped at her.

"Well then why can't you?" Sam saidback, not even bothering to try and sound friendly anymore.

"Because I don't know where the heck it is!" hethrewhis hands up like this should be the most obvious thing.

"You don't know where you live? You're kidding right?" Sam all but laughed out.

"No, I'm not kidding and it's not funny. I need to get home now."

"Fine, I'll help you if you want, but only because I can't stand to watch you cry any longer," shesaid with a slight roll of her eyes.

"How are you supposed to help me?" He asked her disbelievingly.

"Well what's your address? I've lived here for a year and know most of the streets already and if I don't I have my GPS in my phone," She told him,taking out her phone and waving it in her hand.

"Um, my address…" He said, his face scrunched up in concentration.

"Seriously, what do you think I'm going to do-stalk you? Break in your house in the middle of the night and kill you?" She asked, getting more and more frustrated with this guy every second.

"No! That's not it at all!" He said, jumping to his feet trying to reassure her. "I just can't really remember it right now. Ugh… and I know it too!" He shouted out, pacing back and forth in front of her. "It's… uh… GOD! Why can't I remember it when I need it?"

"You seriously don't know your own address? Did you just move here? I mean I don't think I've seen you around school, it is a pretty small school and you look about my age."

"No, I'm not new and I don't go to your school. Just be quiet and let me think a minute," He said, putting a hand up to emphasize for her to stay quiet.

This guy is definitely mental.

"I know! You said that thing has a GPS that's the thing that shows you places on a map thing right?" he asked, looking hopeful for the first time. Or at least Sam thoughthe looked hopeful… it was kind of hard to tell with the hood and sunglasses.

Sam just gave him an odd look, Everyone knows what a GPS is. Does this guy live in the Stone Age or something,as she nodded her head in affirmation.

"So does that mean that thing can look up a location if it has a name?"

Again Sam just gave him a look.

"I guess that's a yes?" he askedand when she just continued staring, he went on, "Okay well can you look up 'Fenton Works'?"

"That weird house with the space ship on top?" she asked, recognizing the name.

"Yes!" he shouted, jumping up in excitement. "You know where it is?"

"Yeah, everyone does its kind of hard to miss," she told him,now completely sure he was insane.

"Great! Can you show me how to get there? And make it fast it's life or death that I get there before sun up."

"Uh huh," Sam said, but started walking in the direction of his supposed house anyway.

Looking at the boy she could see that he was clearly still worried. He probably has strict parents who wake up at the crack of dawn and will ground him for who knows how long for sneaking out.

"How much longer till we get there?" Danny asked nervously,looking around him as though expecting someone to jump out at him.

"It's just down this street and then halfway down one other. It's not too far," she told him.

"What time is it?" he asked,still looking all around.

Sam looked to see and replied, "It's 5:56."

"Oh God," he muttered and pickedup his pace even more. To Sam he didn't seem very fast, she could easily outrun him in a race. She easily caught up with him and kept an even pace with him.

As they turned onto his street, about tenhouses from his, was when the sun had its first rays of light go through the dark sky. Danny noticing the instant it happened started muttering "Oh God, oh God, oh God." He said this over and over as he took off at a full run towards his house. Sam easily caught up and could see how terrified he was even with his head bent down low. His running was pure adrenaline with how fast he was going.

He ran up his stairs, fumbled in his pockets, got some keys out, dropped them, and had to pick them up. Then he had to search and find which key fit the lock while the whole time his hands were shaking uncontrollably, making it nearly impossible to get the key in the hole.

Sam watching this took pity on him and, grabbing the keys from his hands, easily recognized which was the house key and opened the door. The guy practically flew inside. Then she heard another door slam.

"Um," Sam said completely dazed. "Your keys?" she said, walking into the mini foyer between twodoors. Odd.

"Just, uh, leave them or um, close that the other door," he instructed.

"Okay…" Sam said, doing as he asked. "Now what?"

The door in front of her opened and the boy's head peaked out, then his hand. "Just give them to me," he said. When she did he said a quick, "Thanks bye!" before closing the door.

"Well, that was weird." Sam said to herself, making her way home. That's when she realized she didn't even know his name.

MWMWMWMWMW

The next day at school, sitting in the classroom and waiting for the teacher, Sam was also waiting for her best friend, the Techno Geek, Tucker Foley to get to class.

The second Tucker sat down Sam, quickly explained what had happened only a few hours ago.

"You stayed up all night again?" Tuck asked as though that was the most important thing she had said.

"Oh my God, Tucker. Yes, I stayed up all night but that's not what I'm talking about!" she said, frustrated. "The guy, I want to know about the guy."

"Okay," he said, waiting for her to continue.

"Ugh, didn't you listen to anything I said?"

"Not really, I was checking my email on my new PDA," he said, showing her the PDA and telling her every little boring detail about it.

"Tucker," shesaid and he quickly put it away and looked at her expectantly. That was when their teacher, Mr. Lancer, came in.

She didn't get another chance to talk to Tucker until lunch time.

MWMWMWMWMWMW

Sam rushed to lunch, she didn't know why she had to know about the guy but it was something that just wouldn't leave her mind until she knew more. She always did like a good mystery.

Sam spotted Tucker the moment he walked outside and started to make his way over to their table. She was mentally trying to force him to go faster.

"Hey, Sam" he said, taking the seat opposite her.

"Hey," she replied, then after making sure no electronics were in sight and she had his full attention, she launched into retelling the story of last night.

"So?" she asked, when she was done and Tucker hadn't said anything.

"A guy living in Fenton Works?" he asked, looking thoughtful. "Well there have always been rumors and things about a guy but none of it was ever confirmed. The only person you could really ask is the Fenton's' daughter but she never answers any questions about her home or family."

"Tucker, can you be any more vague?" Sam asked sarcastically, feeling more intrigued by the second. "What are the rumors?"

"Sorry- well the rumors were that the Fenton's had had a second child, I don't know how long ago just that he would have been younger than Jazz. According to rumor, he was born premature and had to stay in the hospital for a while and then when they finally could take him home or after they took him home- I can't really remember how it went and there are so many different versions- anyway, whichever it was he apparently died. There has never been any sight of him since they left the hospital. The rumors are that he died at the house and the Fenton's are crazy-scientist-ghost-buster-type-people so they cremated the body in their own home (they have a lab in their home for dead things) and his ghost supposedly remains in the house.

"His ghost?" Sam asked, having difficulty believing any of the story. "He didn't look dead to me."

"I doubt it was the Fenton's kid, it was probably a cousin or something staying with them."

"No, I don't think so..."she replied, replaying the events of last night. The more she thought about it the more it kind of made sense, he didn't know the address…

But there was still that feeling of wanting to know more, because a part of her knew that he couldn't be just a cousin. Little things he'd said made it seem like he did live there. The mystery, to her, was still unsolved and just causing more questions.

"Well, if you want you can try and ask Jazz about it but I doubt she'd answer you. And if you did ask her what would you say? You saw a guy-that just may have been her long dead brother- at five in the morning wondering the streets. He was spazzing out and you had to help him home because he didn't know where he lived? You'll just get the guy into trouble. The one thing I know about Jazz is that she is all for rules."

"Yeah…" Sam said, trying to come up with something. "Maybe we should just go to the house and visit?"

"You're kidding right?" Tucker said with a nervous giggle.

"No, I'm not. How else can we really get answers? You said it yourself, Jazz doesn't answer questions and if I say anything I'll just get the guy in trouble. We'll have to just go to the house," Sam said, making up her mind. They'd go today right after school.

"Okay," Tucker said hesitatingly, knowing he really didn't have much of a choice. And besides what's the worst that could happen?

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~Mia