A/N: Aloha! I hope you like this chapter.

Disclaimed.

…Mayor's Mansion…

Vlad smirked triumphantly as he put down the phone. Everything is going according to plan. Operative O. had just called to say that Red Huntress and the ghosts had just retreated. The Workshop is mine now!

"I wonder if Daniel will try any last ditch attempts to get it back," he laughed. "Or maybe he got tired of playing 'Old Man'."

…Far Frozen…

An angry rumble rolled through the ghosts as they gathered to hear why they'd been ordered to retreat. Valerie looked out at them nervously.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," she worried.

"No. They will listen," Dewice assured her. Valerie nodded, then stepped out with her helmet in hand to address them.

"I know that you are angry, but this is not surrender!" she told them. "There's something that you need to know, something we've been keeping from you for nearly two weeks."

The rumble turned into an uproar at this.

Red Huntress stood her ground, though underneath, she was shaken. "Don't you wonder what happened to Santa, Danielle, and the cloaked woman with white hair?"

There was an excited murmur at the mention of the woman; it seemed that they, too, shared Frostbite's belief. The huntress was counting on this.

"What happened to Santa and Mrs. Claus?" one shouted above the rest. There was a rumble of agreement.

Valerie was a little annoyed that they forgot Danielle, but brushed it off. She's not a legend here.

"Very early on the morning of the second day, Santa was cornered by one of the Guys in White. The operative fired, but Mrs. Claus pushed him out of the way, receiving a burn in the side. Santa had a heart attack; we don't know when he'll wake up," she reported, though she was close to tears by the end. The ghosts began to panic.

She raised her arms to get their attention and regain order. "Calm down. Calm down! We are going to take the Workshop back! LISTEN TO ME! We are going to take it back, but we CAN NOT HARM THE HUMANS! It could make things worse for Santa."

The ghosts cheered at the prospect of making the humans pay, but quieted as Red Huntress again raised her arms.

"Also, I have gotten word from Mr. and Mrs. Fenton that they have found Plasmius's portal. They've requested that a team of ghosts meet them in Wisconsin to stop the Guys in White from sending more troops into the Zone. Do we have any volunteers?" she asked, a few responded to this. "Alright, those of you going to the human world, go to the Fenton Ghost Portal, the rest of you, follow me!"

There were excited shouts and cheers as they headed into battle with renewed fight.

…Manson Mansion…

Sam and her mother sat in the living room staring at each other in silence. It was unclear who would break first, since neither knew where to begin. They had been sitting like that for a few minutes, having left a sleeping Youngblood on Sam's old bed headed there to talk.

"Mrs. Claus?" Pam finally brought up. "Sammy, I don't know what that boy has gotten you mixed up in, but it has to stop now."

Sam's eyes flared angrily as she processed what her mother had just said.

"Mother, when will you figure out that DANNY IS A GOOD PERSON!" she yelled, finally fed up her mother's uncalled-for animosity towards her fiancé.

"He was using code names! And it seems that he's got you using them, too!" Pamela countered, not one to give up without a fight. "What are you up to?"

Sam froze, her eyes closing in fury and her hands clenching into fists. "Danny works for a charity! He has done nothing wrong! All he does is help people while you sit here judging him without even knowing him! WHEN WILL YOU LEARN?"

Pamela sat there stunned, unable to respond to her daughter's vehemence. That is, until something crossed her mind.

"He called you 'Mrs. Claus'," she glared at her daughter accusingly. "You've eloped with that Fenton boy, haven't you!"

Sam had to chuckle at that one, half-tempted to lie and say yes, they had, but she wasn't interested in a dragged out shouting match; she wanted to see Danny tonight.

"No, Mom, we're not married. And we would never just elope; I have too much respect for Danny's family and Grandma to do that," she appeased her mother.

"It sounds as though you've been thinking about this a lot," Pamela accused, though she couldn't say she was surprised. After all, the two had been dating since high school.

Sam couldn't bring herself to deny it. Why bother anyway? As soon as Danny was awake and this nightmare was over, they were going to find out just how much thought she'd given the idea of marrying Danny Fenton.

…Arnold House…

"Go set the table, Hon," Mrs. Arnold requested.

Jackie nodded her consent, thinking all the while that Mr. Fenton still hadn't woken up. She owed him a lot for making her get back on her bike that day. She had been in competitive biking for four years, and had just won a full-ride scholarship, pun-intended. She and her mom didn't have much and, without the scholarship, she wouldn't be going to college when she graduated high school.

After putting down the placemats, the bicyclist reached in for the silverware, but her hand wrapped around something that wasn't a fork or knife.

She looked in. Candles. She'd been so distracted by her thoughts that she'd opened the wrong drawer. Or maybe it was the right drawer.

She made a quick call to Keith.

…Wisconsin…

"Okay, I want those of you who can fly, to attack from above. You fifty will attack from the sides, and the rest will come in from the front and back. Do I make myself clear?" Maddie strategized.

"And remember, don't harm the humans. I'm sure Red Huntress went over that, but it's very important. We want to make Santa and Mrs. Claus proud, so you are going to annoy them, keep them occupied, but don't harm them," Jack directed in his quietest voice so the government goons he'd once admired wouldn't hear them.

As the ghosts flew in the direction of the mansion, the Fentons flew the other way, unable to help without exposing themselves and risking arrest.

…Hospital…

Sam walked through the elevator doors onto Danny's floor, seemingly alone, though Youngblood floated beside her.

"When we go in there, Youngblood, he's just gonna look like he's sleeping," she informed the child-ghost. He nodded.

"Mr. Lancer? What are you doing here?" the Goth asked upon seeing her former educator exiting Danny's room.

Will smiled. "I came because I care. Despite the fact that he was my student, he taught me a few things. Besides that, before I knew his secret, he was my most infuriating student; I could not figure him out…Come to think of it, I still can't."

Sam laughed, a full sound like Christmas bells. She covered her mouth and blushed.

"WOW! You really ARE her!" Youngblood shouted, becoming visible and making the principal jump.

"MOBY DICK! Where'd he come from?"

Sam hid her face, further embarrassed by the commotion.

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A/N: What did you think of Vlad's feeling of triumph? (Personally, I can't wait to burst his bubble!) Do you like Valerie's speech? Was the argument between Sam and her mom in character? And what is Jackie planning? Tell me in a review, and as alwaysALOHA!