I know it's been a while and im sorry. hopefully people are still reading the story. im actually getting really into it. but im excited to get this one done and start some new stories i have in mind. not sure how this one will end though...just have to wait and find out what i come up with. hehe so sneaky!

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

Jack: I know exactly what I'm getting into: a bigger place in my son's heart.
Danny: Thanks. Now I'm being crushed by space and guilt!

Chapter Nine

Immediately, Danny grabbed Sam and Tucker and flew them to Fenton Works. They were not going to find any new evidence here, and were all extremely exhausted. As he phased through the wall, he placed Sam and Tucker down. Staying intangible, he went into another room and left Sam and Tucker in his room.

Sam looked around at all the space memorabilia. She heard footsteps behind her and turned around to see Tucker rummaging through Danny's closet. With a final grunt he pulled out two blankets and pillows.

Tucker noticed the stare Sam was giving him and tried to explain himself. "This happens a lot actually. It's almost routine, except I have to make two beds instead of one now that you're here," he said.

Sam nodded in understanding as Danny came back into his room. He changed back into Danny Fenton and smiled as he saw the faces of his friends. In his hands was a plate with what looked like sandwiches and three cans of pop. He placed them on his bed stand and helped Tucker finish setting out the makeshift beds on the floor. Watching them, Sam ran her fingers through her hair and realized it was very oily. Definitely in need of a shower, she decided.

"Am I allowed to use the bathroom?" she asked.

"Yeah," Danny said. Then a sudden thought came to him: Sam wasn't supposed to be here. "Um," he said slowly. "Go ahead and lock the door behind you. If anyone asks I'll tell them it's Tucker."

Sam liked this arrangement and headed towards the bathroom. After countless times of being at the Fenton household she knew exactly where the bathroom was. She walked inside and looked around. She knew Jazz shared the bathroom with Danny and hoped she wouldn't mind if Sam used some of her soap.

She grabbed the shampoo that looked like a girl had used it and hopped in the shower when steam started to fog the mirror. A good lather, rinse, repeat helped soothe Sam of the night's adventures. She turned off the water and wrapped a towel around herself. It was then she realized she forgot to bring in spare clothes. She opened the door just a crack, planning to ask Danny for her bag that did have a spare t-shirt and shorts, just in case. The door would not open all the way. Sam looked down and noticed clothes lying on the floor, folded up, with a note on top.

She picked up the clothes and the note. A smile creeped on her face as Sam read Jazz's handwriting.

Danny told me everything.

You can use some of my clothes for tonight.

--Jazz

Even if she could be a little annoying, Sam did secretly like her, but just a little. Now she wouldn't have to awkwardly call Danny.

With Jazz's clothes on, Sam walked into Danny's room to find the boys playing a game of cards. Neither one looked up from their cards. Tucker took a few from the pile and placed one down into the pile next to it. Danny put on hand on his chin, deep in concentration. He picked up one from the first pile and put it into the cards in his hand. His sky blue eyes widened. All five cards were slammed on the carpet.

"I win," Danny announced with a smug look on his face.

Tucker placed his hand down a bit more gently and yawned, his arms stretching over his head. "Ok," he replied in between the yawns. "Four losses is enough for me."

Danny stood up and looked around as if trying to locate something. Tucker could be heard rustling his sheets. Danny faced Sam and said, "I'm going out on one last patrol."

"Oh no, you're not!" Sam exclaimed. She walked over to where he was and firmly planted her hands on his shoulders. Normally he could resist her, even if she was strong for a girl. Tonight was different; tonight he didn't feel like putting up a fight. With the extra push from Sam's hands he sat on his bed. "You are staying right here," she commanded him. "I don't care if we have been out all night. We have to go back to school tomorrow. We know where Aftershock is staying for now and we have to keep a close eye on it."

It was at this moment Tucker's snoring broke through Sam's tirade. Danny noticed she loosened her grip on his shoulders.

"Now get some rest," she finished in a whisper. "I'll sneak over to Jazz's room before your parents wake you and Tucker up. Then we'll go to school like normal."

Her arms hung at her side now. Danny watched her walk over to the door, blocking it from the boy that has ghost powers. She cupped both hands to the side of her face, giving a silent command for Danny to go to sleep. He lay down on his bed and pulled the covers close to his chin. Sam flicked the lights and the room was dark.

The instantaneous light at six in the morning woke Sam up.

"Stupid sun," she thought. She began to pull her covers over her head when she heard a light knock at Danny's door.

Jazz's voice could be heard through the wood. "Sam," she said. "Are you still in there?"

Sam quietly got up and tip-toed to the door. As she opened the door, it squeaked and both girls flinched at the noise.

"Yeah, I'm here," Sam said sleepily. "Are your parents up yet?"

Jazz looked down the hall, even though their bedroom was downstairs. "No, not yet," she replied. Jazz backed away from the door a little. "Come on. I have some clothes for you to wear in my room."

"Ok," Sam said to Jazz. "I'll be there in a minute. Hold on." Trying not to wake the still sleeping boys, Sam grabbed an ecto-gun out of reflex and the clothes she was wearing last night. Without making any sound Sam miraculously made it to Jazz's room, two doors down.

Sam had been in Jazz's room a few times, but the bright colors always caught her off guard. The sun only intensified the pastels on the walls. A shirt flew out of the nearby closet and landed on Sam's arm. Sam held it up to find that it was black.

"Since when do you have a black shirt?" Sam asked. Jazz's head popped out of the closet.

"Oh, for a long time now, I guess," Jazz's cheery voice replied. It disappeared back into the closet, but the voice continued. "You can have it. I doubt I'll ever actually wear it."

"Um, thanks?" Sam said. In truth, she really liked it. It was a typical fitted t-shirt that was a little longer than most. Small yellow lines traced the shirt diagonally. She was still studying it when a pair of jeans hit Sam in the face.

"Umph!" she mumbled.

Jazz looked out to see what the problem was to find Sam standing in the middle of her room with a pair of pants on her face. She giggled at the sight. "Sorry about that. My aim's not that great."

"I've noticed," Sam mumbled taking the pants off and putting them on the floor.

The redhead came completely out of the closet to admire the outfit she had come up with. In her hands were accessories that would match perfectly.

"I'm not sure if the pants will fit you, but we'll find out," Jazz pointed out. She scooped the clothes off the floor and placed them in Sam's outstretched arms. She quickly turned her around and gave her a gently shove in the back. "Now go see how they fit," she commanded.

Sam walked into the small closet. Jazz sat down on her bed and fidgeted. A grunt could be heard from the closet. Jazz was pretty sure some of those were supposed to be cursed mumbles, but she decided to ignore them…at least for the time being. If it slipped in a conversation, she planned on casually mentioning it.

Sounds of movement stopped from within the closet. Jazz was busy studying her fingernails to notice Sam quietly step out in her new outfit. "Well," Sam asked. "What do you think?"

Jazz looked up. Her jaw fell open in surprise to the girl standing before her. It was still Sam was that ever-loving scowl, but now she was in clothes other than her Goth norm. Sure, it was still black, but it was a girly black that showed off her figure more. Jazz realized she gave Sam her skinny jeans by accident, but they looked nice. The black and yellow top cropped off at the top of her shoulders and the length extended to the top of the low waist on the jeans. Her usual combat boots were on over the jeans, but now they looked less manly. Now they actually fit with the outfit.

The redhead pretended to wipe an imaginary tear from her eye. "You look stunning," she told Sam. No smile appeared to reassure this compliment, but Jazz noticed the slight glint in her eyes. "Now if only we could do something with your hair and makeup."

Sam's hands went to protect her face. "You are not touching me with any of your beauty supplies."

"Don't worry, silly," Jazz said. "You're still going to be you. It's just going to be you in a more stylish hair and makeup." She placed her hands on Sam's shoulders similarly to how Sam did it to Danny the previous night. While balancing on her left foot, Jazz managed to wrap her foot around the leg of her small stool and drag it behind Sam. She forced her to sit down on it. As soon as she was sure Sam wouldn't more from the spot, Jazz ran to the bathroom, looking for anything needed for Sam. She came back in the room, arms full of possible makeup and accessories.

"Ok, here we go," Jazz said quietly. She dug through the pile she made on her bed. Sam peeked around her to see Jazz grab the eyeliner first.

Finally, something familiar, Sam thought. Sam sat up straight as Jazz came closer with the tool.

"Now look up," Jazz commanded. The familiar brush of the eyeliner pencil could be felt under her eyes. "Now, close." Sam closed both eyes, wondering what Jazz thought of next to put on her. The feel of a makeup brush could be felt across her closed eyelids. "Open." Jazz studied the work she had done so far and nodded, assuring herself she had done a good job. She rummaged through her makeup box until she found what she was looking for: lipstick. "Purple really is a good color on you," she commented out loud to Sam.

Once again she stood back to get a better view of Sam and nodded. Jazz walked behind the sitting Sam and ruffled a little of her hair. "Now we just need something to finish off your look," Jazz said. She snapped her fingers as she said, "I've got it!" From off her dresser she grabbed three bobby pins and placed them in her mouth. A long squirting sound came from behind Sam, but she didn't know what it was.

Jazz lathered up the gel in her hands and rubbed it through Sam's hair a few times. Then section by section she scrunched it upwards, creating a wavy effect. When the scrunching was finished Jazz took the hair that was usually up in a ponytail and created a poof atop Sam's head and pinned it down.

"Finished. Go see yourself in the mirror," said Jazz, wiping the remaining gel off her hands. Knowing the Fenton house by memory proved to be a good thing at the time. Sam closed her eyes and found her way to the bathroom. As soon as she was sure her body was placed in front of the mirror she opened her eyes. Staring back at her was those same light purple eyes. The rest of her was not so familiar. Instead of the Goth girl with boots, there was still a girl in a black shirt, but this shirt showed off her figure. The skinny jeans showed off her usually pale legs. Jazz's hair stylings gave a nice shape to her face. Somehow the combat boots pulled it all together, showing a little of the old Sam.

Damn, Jazz can do a great job at changing people, she thought to herself. Just in case… Sam pulled one arm away from her side and reached towards the mirror. Yes, it was solid, and not a fake projection. This was how the new Sam looked.

The faintest knock could be heard. "What do you think?" asked Jazz in a whisper. Sam could picture the redhead plastering her ear to the side of the door, waiting to hear Sam's exact reaction.

"I love it. You did a great job, Jazz," Sam whispered back to the door that was between the two girls. She opened it slowly enough so it wouldn't creak with the movement. "I'm going to wake the boys now," she told Jazz. The older teen nodded in understanding and casually walked back to her room.

Before she entered into Danny's room again with her new appearance, Sam peeked between the door and its frame. From what she could tell, both boys were still asleep; Tucker actually snoring.

She walked as quietly as she could in her boots and stood in the center of the room. Danny's bed was on her right, Tucker on the floor to her left. She decided to awake Tucker first. She thought she lightly tapped him on the side, but he moaned as if she kicked to hurt. He searched for his glasses, still on the floor with his eyes closed. He put them on, wiping the crust out of his eye. Tucker tried to focus on the person in front of him. As soon as they caught glance his eyes widened to the side of dinner plates.

"Why hello, Beautiful," he spoke in a suave voice to Sam.

She crossed her arms and glared down at him. Sam gave him another soft kick in his leg. "Yeah, and nice pants, Duck Boy," she said commenting on the pants he had chosen to wear to bed.

"Ouch!" he whimpered, rubbing his leg. "That really hurt." He caught a glance at the boot that kicked him. "Hey, I recognize those boots," he said to himself. "Wait a minute…Sam?!" he noted in disbelief.

On the other side of her, Danny awoke. He too wiped the crust out of his eyes. "Tucker, what's the problem?" he asked, still obviously half asleep. He yawned before opening his eyes to the girl in front of him.

"Sam?!" he said, sitting upright and knocking the covers off him. "What happened to you?"

"Your sister did. Now phase me through your wall. I doubt your parents will be happy if they find me up here. I think they are already awake," she told Danny.

The room got silent as Danny listened to what may have been going on downstairs. The faint rattle of skillets could be heard in the kitchen. Hopefully his mother was cooking this morning. Last time Jack Fenton tried to cook, the meal almost ate him first. Something about ecto-energy escaping into the food…Danny couldn't exactly remember at the moment.

Danny hopped out of bed and stretched his arms. He grabbed Sam's arms and invisibly phased her through the wall. Gently, he placed her on the ground a story below.

She backed a few feet off of Danny's arms. "I'll be up in a few minutes," she informed Danny. She ran around the corner, giving Danny the cue to go back into his room.

Sam was standing at the front door of the Fenton house. She was counting in her head, trying to judge how long it would take Danny to get back to his room. She did leave him kind of suddenly, she realized. Deciding it had been long enough she knocked on the door.

Another redhead, years older, in a bathrobe appeared at the door.

"Good morning, Mrs. Fenton," Sam greeted her.

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