Sorry I took so long to update! I got a little caught up in one of my other fics, but I'm back! Don't get too excited or happy. Please remember that this is a Romance/Tragedy fic. (Don't kill me!) And I'm sad to say I only have two chapters left before I start the sequel. (If I start one.) I DO NOT OWN DANNY PHANTOM OR ITS CHARACTERS! I only own Raven.

Danny's POV.

I shot out of bed, covered in sweat. I glanced at my side, but Sam wasn't there. I checked the time, and the clock read 3:09 am. I rolled onto my side. Sam's probably just having a snack or something. I pulled my blanket back up, and went back to sleep.

"Danny!" Sam choked out. "Hang on, Sam!" I turned into Phantom, and flew toward my fiancé. "Let her go Plasmius!" I shot at him with my ghost ray, but he multiplied, and the real one disappeared. "Sam!" I looked around, but all I saw were more versions of Plasmius. "Vlad, bring her back!" I heard a dark chuckle behind me. "You want them back? Go ahead and try. You won't be able to save them this time." I turned around, but there was no one there. "What do you mean I won't be able to save them? You have my daughter and my fiancé?"

Once again, I heard a dark chuckle behind me. I turned to face the real Vlad Plasmius. I gasped once I saw what he was holding. He had a small two-year-old girl in his arms. Her hair was as black as night, her skin was slightly tan, and her eyes were lilac. Vlad Plasmius was holding my daughter. "Raven!" I glared at Plasmius. "Vlad, I won't bother you again. Please, just give me back my family!" Vlad shook his head. "Now Daniel, why on earth would I do that? Just so you could train another Phantom to be like you? I think not." Vlad grabbed a gun, and aimed it at the tiny girl. "Raven!"

I jumped out of bed, and onto the floor. I looked around my room. Something's different. But what? I looked through a few things, but I didn't find what I was looking for. Evidence that Sam was still here. The dresser her clothes was gone. The hole in the wall from when Sam got angry, it was gone. There was no evidence that Sam was here. I ran to my desk, and tore open the bottom drawer. I found a small box under a few papers. I held my breath as I opened it. The engagement ring I proposed with was sitting in the box. It looked brand new and never touched. I ran into my bathroom, looking for dirty clothes, a tooth brush, anything that would lead me to believe that Sam was still here. There was nothing. I fell onto the floor and started crying.

"She's gone…" I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I wiped my eyes, and walked to the door. I opened it, and there was Jazz. Something was different about her. She looked the same as back when she was seventeen. Instead of her hair being in a ponytail, it was back in its old headband. And instead of her blue skit and black shirt, she was back in her old clothes. "Uh… Jazz? What are you doing here?" Jazz crossed her arms and stared at me. "Um… I'm making sure you're awake. I don't need my little brother to slip into a coma. Mom's downstairs making pancakes. And whatever you do, do let dad out of the basement. Mom said she's trying to teach him a lesson about trying to interrogate people in the grocery store."

I scratched my head."Mom and dad? What are they doing here?" Jazz grabbed my arm. "Are you okay? Did you hit your head?" I shook my head quickly. "No, no. I'm fine." She let go of me, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You look confused." I nodded. "Jazz, I'm fine. I promise." Jazz rolled her eyes and turned to leave, but I grabbed her arm. "Jazz… where's Sam?" Jazz's eyes widened. "Why would you ask me that? You're her boyfriend, not me." I glared at her. "Jazz…" She rolled her eyes. "She's probably at her house sleeping. After yesterday she probably needs it." I tilted my head. "Yesterday? What was yesterday?" Jazz put the back of her hand on my forehead. "Danny… are you on drugs or something? How could you forget?" I pulled my hair. "Forget what? What are you talking about?" Jazz glared at me. "Danny! Are you on drugs?" I pushed her out of my way. "No, I'm not on drugs!" I yelled. "Now, what are you talking about?" Jazz sighed. "Maybe you should go back to sleep." I glared at her with green eyes, and she hid behind her psychology book. "Or not. Maybe you should go talk to Sam." I turned intangible, and fell through the floor.

I returned to normal in the middle of the kitchen. I kicked my feet on the table. "Hey, mom?" She turned around and smiled. "Hi sweetie. What's up?" I scratched me head. "Uh… what happened yesterday?" Her smile dropped. She put the bowl of pancake mix down, and walked over to me. She put her hand on my fore head, like Jazz did. "Danny, sweetie. Are you sick? You aren't on drugs are you? You can tell your mother anything, you know that right?" I pushed her hand away from me, and gave her a blank stare. "Mom, I'm not sick, and I swear to god I'm not on drugs. What happened yesterday?"

I heard the basement door break down, and I heard my dad yelling. "Danny's on drugs? Danny why would you do that to yourself? Is it because of Sam?" My mom elbowed my dad in the ribs. I glared at them. "For the last time, I am NOT on drugs. What happened yesterday? What about Sam?" My mom glanced at her wrist. "Oh my, look at the time, you're going to be late for something. Bye Danny." She pushed me out the door, but I phased back into the house. "I'm not going to be late for anything! And now that everyone knows my secret, I can come back in here as many times as I want." I crossed my arms. "Now what happened yesterday, and what were you saying about Sam?"

My parents exchanged worried glances. "Danny… what do you think about orange? I think we should paint all of the bathrooms in the house orange." I glared at my dad. "Okay, one; I hate orange. Two; STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT!" I felt my eyes glowing green, and I was ready to shoot my ghost ray at the ceiling, or release my ghostly wail. "What happened? TELL ME!" My mom sighed, and told me to sit down. "Danny… sweetie… yesterday… Vlad came back. Don't you remember?" I shook my head, and my mom continued. "Vlad tied you up and… shot Sam… in the head. Do you remember anything?"

My eyes widened. "You don't mean at the warehouse, do you?" My mom nodded. "But… that was two years ago!" My mom put a hand on my shoulder. "Danny… the doctor told us that this might happen. What happened was… you created an alternate reality in your subconscious. We were told that when you woke up, you might think that days, months, even years have gone by… but it's only been twenty-three hours. You should still remember what happened." So all of that was a dream? I'm not marrying Sam? She isn't pregnant? I'm not going to be a dad?

I hung my head. "Is she okay?" My parents glanced at each other, then back to me. I sighed. "Is Sam okay?" I watched my mom lower her head. "She's in surgery right now, having the bullet remover from her brain. If you want, you can go to the hospital and wait… but there's no telling how long she'll be in there." I nodded. "Well, you know where to find me then." I walked out of the room, and out of the house. What's going on?

Sam's POV.

"Danny!" I choked out. "Hang on, Sam!" Danny turned into Phantom, and flew toward me. "Let her go Plasmius!" He yelled, and shot at him with a ghost ray, but he multiplied. Me the real Vlad disappeared. "Sam!" I looked around, but all I saw was black. "Vlad, bring her back!" I heard a dark chuckle behind me. I truned in circles, trying to find the faces that matched the voices. It was no use, there was nothing except black. "You want them back? Go ahead and try. You won't be able to save them this time." I turned around again, but there was no one there. "What do you mean I won't be able to save them? You have my daughter and my fiancé?"

My daughter? Vlad has my daughter! Once again, I heard a dark chuckle behind me. I turned to face Vlad Plasmius. I gasped once I saw what he was holding. He had a small two-year-old girl in his arms. Her hair was as black as night, her skin was slightly tan, and her eyes were lilac. Vlad Plasmius was holding my daughter. Then he disappeared again. "Raven!" I Heard Danny call. "Vlad, I won't bother you again. Please, just give me back my family!" "Now Daniel, why on earth would I do that? Just so you could train another Phantom to be like you? I think not." I found a hole in the darkness, and I kicked through it. Vlad grabbed a gun, and aimed it at the tiny girl. Danny and I yelled at the same time. "Raven!"