It figures...it figures perfectly that whenever I make a commitment my computer goes beserk or something...sigh. Let it begin!
The pressure on her was unbelievable.
All around her was nothing but the cold, inky blackness of water.
Deep water.
Deep enough to drown a person easily.
Especially when that person had been tossed in headfirst, unconscious, into the rapids of a river.
Thankfully, Sam had regained consciousness quickly, and was an excellent swimmer.
Why had that ghost tossed her in?
Wasn't it all about denial?
The more she denied those feelings of hers...
...feelings for her best friend...
...the more powerful this...this ghost became.
What the heck was this ghost anyway?
Wouldn't killing Sam effectively destroy it?
-No,- Sam thought as her head broke free from the water for naught but a split second, -If I died while still in denial, that would keep that ghost powerful for eternity, because I could never stop denying my feelings.-
Still, Sam had come to terms with herself, and knew what she had to do.
It wasn't enough to just stop denying her feelings...
(It was never enough, was it?)
...she had to admit those feelings.
She and her friends long ago learned that certain objects, feelings, and actions carried with them positive and negative energies of nigh-infinite types and powers.
Her voice had long been carrying the energies of denial, which had allowed this ghost to grow strong...
...now, if even for a moment, she could say what she had been wanting to say for so long, without even knowing it, that stupid ghost would disappear.
Sam still didn't know how it would affect her friendship with the one she loved, but...
...she couldn't worry about that now.
Right now, she was worried about getting out of the water and getting rid of this ghost.
But every time even her head poked out, she would lose her opportunity to say what needed to be said, as she was pulled under again by the rushing rapids.
The irony of the situation at hand and how it compared to her life was not lost on her.
Finally, she broke out of the water, grasping onto the shore, taking a deep breath and shouting out four words that, though she didn't know it at the time, would change the course of history.
"I love you, Danny!"
Alternate timeline, I'm guessing. Probably happened somewhere in Clockwork's archive of unrealized possibilities. Review please!