Author's Note: Thanks so much for the reviews everyone! They help me post faster, I promise. I didn't expect the first chapter to have so many hits! I actually thought the first chapter was a bit boring. But that's just me.
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Well, enough of my talk. Here's Chapter Two!

Lovesick

Chapter Two

Sam played with her necklace, twirling the thin, gold chain around her finger. She stood in a dark alleyway, leaning against the dirty brick wall. Her amethyst eyes scanned the crowds of people, searching for the youngest Fenton. Behind her stood three big, burly men, nearly hidden in the shadows.

"Hey, señora. When's this guy gonna show up anyway?" The tallest of the men, the leader, Sam presumed, asked impatiently.

Sam turned to face him, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to look intimidating. Since the three men were street thugs, however, she didn't do a very good job. She scowled. "I don't know. But, he'll be here."

"¿Cuanto tenemos que esperar?" A powerfully built Latin man with a black bandanna asked.

"Yeah, how much longer do we have to wait?" The man with a tattoo of a pit bull on his arm growled.

"He'll be here, alright?" Sam snapped at them. "Just, wait. I mean, what else is on your waiting list? Beating up innocent schoolchildren?"

The man with the bandanna scowled, cracking his knuckles in a threatening manner.

Sam ignored him. She turned back to the crowd, looking for Danny. "I'm already paying you to do this. The least you can do is wait..."

-DP-

Danny Fenton stood outside, his head bent over the hood of a 1997 Nissan Skyline. Smoke rose from the engine in small plumes, an unpleasant scent coming from the anti-freeze. A dark green puddle of liquid shone under the car.

Danny noticed the lower coolant hose which had connected the radiator to the engine was cracked. Small drops of the green liquid trickled from the broken hose, creating the dark puddle underneath the car. He sighed. The engine had overheated.

He reached for the radiator cap, then thought better of it. The entire engine was extremely hot, and touching the any part of it could result in a nasty burn.

Some of the anti-freeze had dried on his hands, making them slightly sticky. He leaned closer to the engine, examining the hose. He soon found out why it had cracked: the rubber had worn out.

He closed the hood and wiped his hands on a dirty, red cloth lying on a wooden stool. He decided to leave his car in the garage to cool off. Meanwhile it did, he would walk over to the nearest Car Zone to buy a replacement hose.

-DP-

The three men were getting frustrated waiting for Danny. They wandered away at times, leaving Sam alone in the dark alleyway. When they at last came back, they had managed to beat up a newscaster, steal an elderly woman's purse, and get a small black cat run over.

They guffawed heartily as they returned, crashing knuckles together and giving each other high fives. Their smiles dropped as they noticed Sam, who hadn't moved in the last hour and a half while they were gone. Reluctantly, they walked over to her side to await Danny.

Sam heard footsteps behind her. She turned around, watching the three thugs stand behind her. She noticed with little interest as the man with the tattoo of a pit bull put a small Gucci purse on the roof of a dumpster.

The Latin man was watching the passersby, his eyes half-closed. Suddenly, they sprung open and he yelled something in Spanish to the man with the tattoo. The man with the tattoo responded by grabbing Sam by the shoulders and jerking her around. He pointed across the street.

Sam gasped. Danny was walking across the street, in clear view. The goth glanced behind her, nodding at the men.

The three men immediately pounced on her, nearly knocking her to the ground. Sam ducked as a fist came flying toward her face. She heard the air whoosh above her as the fist struck empty space. She jumped up and punched the man with the tattoo, successfully managing to break his nose.

Sam wrinkled her nose in disgust as blood squirted out from between the man's cupped fingers. Using her distraction to their advantage, the leader roughly punched her in the stomach as the Latin man concentrated on her face.

Sam felt a hard fist collide with her cheek while another crashed into her stomach. Her breath left her and she fell to the floor on all fours, gasping and wheezing for air. She felt pain shoot through her body like an electric shock, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming aloud. Somewhere close by, she heard footsteps, as if someone was running to them. The footsteps echoed in her ears painfully, and she shut her eyes tightly to try and block out the noise.

One of the men—she wasn't sure which one, her vision had become cloudy—picked her up by the collar of her shirt and threw her against the wall.

Sam cried out in pain as her body crashed against the brick wall, the impact momentarily disorienting her. Exhaustion overpowered her and she crumpled to the floor like a rag doll. Nearby she heard shouts and screams of panic.

Sam slowly looked up, tears of pain forming in her eyes, making her vision blurry. She saw a figure with white hair and a black hazmat suit hover above three bodies, which lay slumped against the dumpster. The purse had gracefully fallen off the dumpster and was laying on one of the unconscious bodies' lap.

The goth managed to somehow move her body to a sitting position, wincing every time a bruise touched the hard concrete. She ignored the pain as best as she could, looking back at the figure.

A ghostly blue ring appeared at the figure's waist, and it separated into two as it traveled up and down. Sam blinked the tears away and her vision sharpened. She noticed the figure with the white hair was gone; instead, Danny Fenton stood beside the thugs' bodies, examining them. He poked the Latin man. Nothing happened. Poke. Nothing. Poke, poke. The Latin man remained unconscious.

Danny gave up and walked over to Sam. "Are you okay?"

Sam felt for the wall, gripping it tightly as she stood up. She wobbled for a moment, her legs unprepared for solid ground. Stars erupted before her eyes as she felt herself slipping in and out of consciousness. Finally, her legs buckled under her weight and she fell into Danny's arms. The last sound she heard before she lost consciousness was Danny's voice, saying, 'You're going to be fine.'

Then everything went black.