I tried to buy Danny Phantom, but it's owned by the company of Nickelodeon and they wont sell it to me :-o

Chapter Five

The Awakening

Hours had past since a hysterical Taylor had called Sam and Tucker to come over. At the time, Sam had

been in her room listening to Nirvana when her black skull phone rang. She had squinted at the tiny name "Taylor," and sighed.

"Hello?"

Sam was greeted with hysterical crying.

"Sam! Danny, at my house. . ., Plasmius, Danny Phantom, hurt! Come quick!" was all she heard before her phone dropped to the floor, Sam Manson running out the door.

Tucker had a similar experience, only his involved a hologram of Taylor, her long curly brown hair messed tousled and her face pale and glistening with tears.

Taylor had thrown her phone to the side, running back to the pale Danny that was on her bed. Soft white sheets were thrown over him in an attempt to keep him warm from the cold November air, and a light blue cloth was on his head.

Now, she looked down at him.

He's Danny Phantom. . . No wonder why they were so paranoid around me. . . no one can know about his identity. .. all this time. . .

Thoughts raced through her head as she gazed down at his frowning face. He seemed to mature more and more every day, and worry seemed to be imbedded in him. She wondered how all this time he had managed to survive, to balance his life with his powers. He faced so much danger every day. . . he was so strong, yet very weak at the same time.

Taylor gingerly rested her hand on his forehead, feeling as he was cooling down from the radiation of the ectoplasmic blast. It was only a matter of time before he recovered, but she still wasn't sure what she should do.

If she called an ambulance, someone would surely put two and two together, but if she didn't he might end up perishing. Taylor closed her eyes tightly then looked back at Danny again. His frown cut into her like a knife, and she gently took his cool hand in hers.

"It'll be alright Danny. . . I'm not leaving you."

"Woah. . ."

Taylor looked up in shock to see Mike, her older brother staring down at her and Danny with disbelief and curiosity.

"Yo. . . Why is there some unconscious dude in our house?" he asked in his punkish sort of accent. His eyes found Taylor's and he raised a single eyebrow.

"He's hurt. . . he's. . . gah, just get out Mike!"

Mike frowned and walked to the other side of the bed. He might have been a bit of a rebel, but he would never want anyone hurt.

"Taylor, I think we should call an ambulance. . ."

"No!" she cried, jumping up and startling Mike.

"Hewe were playing ' who can hold your breath the longest,' and erm Danny here just took it a bit far."

Mike rolled his eyes.

"Then why does he have bruises all over him?"

"He's a football player," explained a voice from behind them both.

Mike and Taylor looked over to see a pale Sam and Tucker, standing in the doorway. Sam looked around Taylor's room a moment before her eyes settled on Danny.

"Danny!"

She rushed over to him, pushing Mike out of the way, and covered her mouth in fear when she saw how white and dead looking Danny was.

"Oh man.." Tucker said with concern as he walked over to Taylor's side of the bed, looking at Danny.

"That's it. . . you guys, I'm calling an am-" but before Mike could finish his sentence, Danny's eyes fluttered open.

"Wha..?" he slurred drunkenly as reality swam in his eyes.

"Danny! You're okay!" both Sam and Taylor said at the same time, throwing their arms around him. Both of their heads connected as they swooped down.

"Ow!" their voices both sang as they looked up at each other.

They both muttered apologies before looking down at an amused Danny, Tucker's slight sniggering in the background.

"It's good to know I'm loved. . ."Danny started, his voice becoming more clear

". . . And where I am. . ." he finished, looking around Taylor's pristine room.

Taylor smiled down at Danny and her eyes filled with tears of happiness. Mike however, wasn't feeling the love.

"Okay. . . I'm way out of here dudes," he said as he walked away.

When he was gone, Taylor let out a breath of relief and looked down at a confused Danny. Suddenly however, something cold and hard filled the pit of her stomach. She realized suddenly that there was no trust between them. . .

"I never got the chance to thank you for saving me. . .Danny Phantom," she said quietly.

"Wait wait no. . ." Danny said with realization, looking at Taylor guiltily.

She knew

"I- Taylor, I think that we owe you an explanation.." Danny said, trying to find the right words.

Taylor's face hardened slightly as she turned away from the group, her eyes starting to water.

"It's okay that you didn't tell me. I can understand why you wouldn't trust me enough." she said in a slightly bitter and shaking voice.

Silence followed her words, and she felt Sam shift uncomfortably.

"I mean, after all, I am just your friend," she spat, turning around to see them all looking slightly alarmed.

"It isn't like that Taylor." Danny said sitting up on her bed. He felt a bit better now that he had rested.

"Yeah, Danny's parents don't even know." informed Tucker nervously.

"No one but me, Tucker, and Jazz know!" Sam said consolingly.

Taylor closed her eyes as tears began to drizzle out of them. She had been such a fool to think that they were close, a fool to think that they really trusted and cared about her. All of those months spent together were just fake

"I'll be downstairs." she said through angry tears.

Taylor stormed out of the room, her insecurity back again. Everything here was so different from home, and the security she felt around her friends was now stolen away from her. She was alone again, in the cold decrepit grounds of Amity Park, all warmth and happiness gone.

Gone.

I was so stupid. . . so dumb.

I'm going to make them pay. . .

It suddenly occurred to her that she wanted to make them bleed, feel all of the suffering she was feeling, have the upper hand in this now.. . and it scared her.

Hard, raging anger built up inside of her, and as she looked at herself in the hallway mirror she could see traces of her sinister qualities wakening in her. She had always battled her slightly evil side that rose occasionally, the side of her she hated.

"No…" she mumbled as she turned away, walking past her brother's room which was now empty.

She would spend the rest of the day alone, in her basement.

Maybe she could make that her security blanket.

Oh. Snap.

In this chapter Taylor goes from the initial shock of finding out, to the extreme anger afterwards. Her evil side comes out a bit in this, and I think that this is a very important aspect of the story.

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