GUESS WHO'S BACK :D

I have no excuse this time, unfortunately...I'm sorreh ;^; I originally was thinking of this as a filler, but decided against it because who doesn't like Dani and Sam bonding time, seriously. But I swear, actual Dan x Sam will happen! In...one to two chapters or so ~v~

DP doesn't belong to me *sobs*

Enjoy!

-Cheshire

It was about four in the morning when Danielle finally accepted that Sam was no clone and the real, actual, living, breathing Samantha Manson.

"Wow," she breathed. "Wow. Wow. Wow."

"Wow indeed," Sam grumbled. "Can we sleep now?"

Dani collapsed on a couch pillow. "I'd love to, since I'm about ready to phase off my clothes and forget this ever happened."

"Speaking of which, where's Valerie?"

The clone rolled her shoulder, loosening up her muscles. "I put her in the med bay, below this room. It's more of a basement with stretchers and medical supplies, really. She'll come up when she's ready," Dani chuckled.

Sam stood up and stretched, walking over to a drawer and pulling out random t-shirts to use as pajamas for the Phantom clone. Digging through her own duffel bag, she decided to strike a bargain. "I'll give you this Fullmetal Alchemist shirt if you let me keep the Pink Floyd," she said, and Dani shrugged.

"I honestly don't care, as long as you don't take my Fullmetal Alchemist shirt with Alphonse the bae."

"Pink Floyd it is!"

The two girls quickly got dressed, and Danielle slowly crept to the worn windowsill and closed the blinds. "What's that for?" Sam whispered. The clone put a finger to her lips before creeping back to her.

"We never know when that...thing's gonna come," she replied. "Don't want him thinking we're here. Best to keep any ecto-weapons off for the night too, just in case." Nodding, Sam powered down her Fenton Thermos and lipstick blaster.

"Does he scare you?"

Danielle froze. "Who scares me?"

Sam's eyes were downcast. "Does...Dan scare you?" she repeated.

The clone tensed, frowning for a second. After a moment, she sighed heavily. "Not really. I mean, I know it's selfish but...I'm more afraid of myself."

Sam blinked. "...How?"

Dani twisted the hem of her shirt nervously. "I'm scared of myself more than him because...well, I'm afraid that I'll become just like him. That I'll turn evil and kill thousands of people...and countless ghosts. I've...I've had nightmares of seeing myself like him...flaming hair and green skin. Fangs like Vlad's."

She paused to rest her forehead on her palm. "He's destroyed everything, Sam," Dani mumbled, her voice trembling. "The Ghost Zone, the Living Realm….everything's gone."

Sam's amethyst eyes were wide with recognition. She saw the fear and resentment flickering in the younger's glowing green orbs. "I know it's repetitive and wouldn't make a difference, but...I'm sorry."

"What's there to be sorry for?" Danielle sneered. "You were dead ten hours ago. Nothing you of all people could do about it." She opened a tall wardrobe sitting in the corner and pulled out a futon. "Grabbed this in Japan before the world got shot to hell. It should still be comfy." She tossed it to the goth, who caught the thin white mattress before it dropped on the dusty carpet.

"I'll lay this out right here?"

"Yeah, anywhere by the couch is fine. I'm gonna go do some security checks, round the area before midnight. Sleep well, because you've got an early morning tomorrow," Danielle said, laying a set of pillows and a blanket by the futon.

Sam rolled out the blanket and buried herself in the pillow. "Don't stay up too late, Dani."

"Sure, Mom," the clone chuckled. "Good night."

"Good night."

And the lights flickered off.