DannySamLover20, here you go.

Hellbreaker, that is true, but Sam has been known to be dodging in most of my fics so we'll have to see where she goes with this.

madelinechavez77, sorry your name didn't copy right. My bad, but yeah lets hope they can get this figured out or if there is more to block their paths.

SuperGeorgia, glad you like it.

littlewashu45, it would be awesome if some fanfics could be made into movies, but me, I'm not that good.

Fantasma29, yeah, but will she admit it?

sammansonrepilica, glad to hear that you are enjoying the fic.

Renting, thanks for adding to your alerts.

The next few days were spent in tears for the Goth, she found herself so broken after her fiance had called her out on her feelings that she had sent a text to Danny to take care of Jade for a few days as she and Christian needed some time before the wedding. Danny had responded back like she knew he would. He wanted to know what had happened. She had texted him back that everything was fine, not that what happened with her life any of his business for which he had simply called her.

She didn't answer the phone, her voicemail the only thing he go before a text was sent back for him to leave her alone and enjoy his time with their daughter. Danny hadn't wanted to give in, but he had since she was blocking him out once again. Now Sam lay in her room, the door locked and her curtains drawn as well as the ghost shield in her room turned on. She couldn't deal with anyone and certainly not Danny, no, he was the last person she needed to see because knowing her she would fall apart in his arms and that wasn't something she could allow. Rolling over as her home phone rang she groaned, her hands reaching out in the darkness as the ringing irritated her.

"Hello?" she growled into the mouthpiece, her eyes still shut.

"Samantha? Are you okay?"

"Christian?" she sat up as the name of her soon to be husband left her lips in question. Am I dreaming? She pinched herself, the oldest trick to seeing if your dreams were real or not and as the pain of action stung her skin she knew it wasn't a dream.

"I was just out and saw Danny with Jade. He told me he had had her for the last few days. Why would you leave your child with him?" How could he ask her after dumping her like that!? She wanted to scream, but knowing that he was making the first move to contact her regardless of the reason he was doing it she calmed herself down.

"After you left I told him I needed to be alone. I didn't want her to see me like that." It seemed plausible, but what had really happened was that with him walking out, no word on whether the marriage was still happening Sam was afraid of what she would do with the reality that she was free again. "Christian, is that the only reason you are calling? Are you going to end it or are you still willing to marry me?" Silence greeted her and as much as she wanted to push it she kept silent. "If you can't get past the fact that Danny is my past then you might as well tell me bye right now because I can't deal with that in any marriage. I can't deal with my husband looking at the man who gave me my beautiful child and thinking there is still a flame there."

"I can't deal with the fact that you love him still," came the flat response. That was it. It was out there, but there was no real answer. "I love you, Samantha, but I can't be in a marriage of three. You have to choose me or him."

"You," she responded. "If I didn't want to be with you then I would have dumped you as soon as he came back and did I?" Silence greeted her again. She didn't like it when he did this! He was acting like a woman with his drama queen act. He had done this once in the beginning when he had found the picture of Danny in her bedroom. He had yet to see the scrapbook she still kept. It was one similar to Jazz's, but hers had more details done to it and pictures of Danny as a child up to his current endeavors.

"Okay."

Okay?! What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

"The wedding will go on as planned, but after the honeymoon we need to talk about this thing, okay?" She nodded and then gave him the affirmative and yet she wasn't sure what they were going to do with this thing he was talking about. Hanging up moments later she sent a text to Danny about dropping their child off the next morning. He didn't send back a big text, just a question of time and then an okay. As the Goth lay back she counted down the days until she and Christian would marry, not knowing that the next morning would bring more drama.

It started out with her morning at midnight. Sam wasn't a good sleeper as she had been as a teen. She made sure she got plenty of sleep, but it required a sleep aid on most nights and this night she ran into the same trouble. Waking up from a nightmare, one that involved all the people currently in her life she found herself startled awake. Brushing off the small nightmare she reached for her vegetarian sleep aids only to find she was out.

"Great," she muttered falling back on her pillows. The sheets that lay across her legs seemed to bother her out of nowhere, making the Goth kick them off and when they stuck to the place they were she felt a constriction in her throat, as if she were being confined to her spot. That made her anxiety act up, the feeling of being enclosed making her heart race. Forcing herself out of her bed she headed for the bar in her kitchen. "A drink might help." Opening her bar she groaned at the lack of any good drinks. All that was supplied in the rather small bar was brandy, her least favorite drink. Taking the bottle out she decided that it should knock her out even if she hated the stuff so taking the bottle she headed for her room again, grabbing a glass on the way.

First the nightmare, then the claustaphobia, now her hated drink to make her sleep.

"You better work," she muttered before pouring herself a drink. Taking a look at the brown liquid in her glass she downed it in one quick shot hoping that none of the taste would linger. She was wrong. That was all that lingered and it didn't even effect her. Shaking her head she poured another drink...

One hour later found Sam finishing the rest of the bottle to no avail of reaching her destination... sleep. It eluded her. Sitting on the edge of her bed she looked down at the bottle at her feet and smiled. It was the smile of a very drunk woman. When she leaned over to grab the bottle she inadvertently stepped on her phone that was just so strangely poking out from under bed. That wasn't the kicker. The phone dialed the last used number just as she fell over, her face landing on the bottle with a loud cluck.

"Fuck!" she hissed as the glass shattered, her hands reaching out to shove herself up.

"Hello?" She looked around, the amethyst gaze slightly hazy as she looked for the voice that was speaking. "Sam?"

"What the fuck?" Looking around she noticed the phone just as she touched her hands down, a scream leaving her lips as the glass entered her skin and she slipped again. Another pained scream left her lips as the glass sliced her face. As the Goth fell on her side, away from the glass she let out a whimper as she looked at her bloodied hands. "S-shit." She went to touch it with her other hands only to feel pain ripple through her hands.

"Dear god!" came the sound of a male voice behind the Goth, her body refusing to turn as the male rushed toward her. "What the fuck happened?" She opened her mouth and a burp erupted from her throat, leaving a burning trail as the man before her groaned. "Fuck, are you drunk?"

"I-I think I am," she groaned. "I have b-blood on my hands."

"Sure as fuck you do," the halfa muttered as he leaned over the glass to pick the fallen female up, his touch gentle as he took her to the bathroom. She held her hands out per his instruction before he sat her down on the toilet. "Stay here." Leaving her alone he headed out to search for the first aid, thinking she had put it in her room as she had when they had been teens. He was lucky that she kept it in the same spot... under her bed. Pulling it out he headed back for the bathroom to find her falling back as she tried to keep her eyes open. "Why in the hell are you drinking anyway?"

"Couldn't sleep," she muttered, still half awake. "Sleep aides gone."

"Why would you need sleep aides?" She didn't answer as she watched him set the kit by her feet before grabbing the trash next to her. He set it before her, his hands taking her wrists gently before instructing her to lean forward for him at the same time. She did it, though her body wanted to slide forward.

"What are-e you going to do?"

"A trick," he said with a smile as he turned her intangible, the glass falling from her skin and into the trash. Sam sat there, her eyes going wide as a smile curled over her lips. "Good, right?" She nodded and that was what set her off, the turning of her stomach alerted her to the fact that the drink didn't like her anymore than she liked it and the change in color of her pale skin let the halfa know she needed to vomit, his hands reaching up to hold her hair with one hand while the other held the trash, her hands still bleeding.

"Thanks," she muttered moments later as she leaned back, blood dripping down her face. "I think I am going to pass out now though." He wanted to stop her, but the look in her face told him how miserable she was so he picked her up and took her to bed, on the other side that didn't have glass on the floor. As Danny cleaned her up Sam felt the need to clear the air. "I do love you." The halfa stopped, his hands pausing, but when she didn't say more he continued. "I just hated at the same time... and myself."

"Sam, you're drunk and not thinking clearly with all the blood loss."

"No, I may be drunk, but I wanted to clear the air because you deserve to know that. Danny, I never stopped loving you even when all I knew was hurt and anger." That was the last words of the night as she passed out, the halfa left to process that he was right and she didn't love the man she was going to marry, but how to get her to see that and how would he do it before the date of the wedding?