CHAPTER SIX- Sorry. I lost hope for this story based on lack of response.

I don't own Danny Phantom.

The orange haired girl sighed and looked at Danny with a thin smile. "Sadly, that's just not the way it works."

GENERAL POV

It hadn't taken long for Sam and Tucker to realize that not only was doing anything with electronics bound to hurt Tucker, but if Sam put the slightest amount of pressure on any surface of the room that wasn't the floor, she too was electrocuted.

Tucker knelt next to her and helped the girl sit up, glancing up at the window in sadness. Sam was shaking violently and Tucker gently rubbed her shoulders. "Come on Sam, it's all good. We'll get out eventually."

Sam gritted her teeth. "Tucker, the only way out is that window. And once Danny finds where we are, he won't be able to get out as a ghost. I have to get us out that way."

Tucker scowled. "Not a fucking chance, Sam."

The girl looked at him in surprise, stunned by the malice in his voice. "Why not? You risked yourself to get us untied, why shouldn't I try to get us out the window?"

Tucker sighed and sat down cross legged on the floor. "For one thing Sam, I can handle a lot more electricity than you can. You blacked out for ten minutes when you grabbed the window frame. I need you awake when we escape, because we both know that I'm not strong enough or fast enough to carry you."

Sam thumped her chin into her hand and sighed wearily, glaring at the security camera in the corner. "I know. I wish I was more helpful."

Tucker scoffed and looked at the ground. "Come on, Manson, you're way more helpful than me. If I was here alone, I'd be screwed."

Sam glanced up with an amused smile. "Did you just call me Manson?"

Tucker didn't answer her, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared over at the security camera that was watching their every move. Sam followed his gaze and frowned for a moment before her eyes widened in recognition. "Oh no. No. You are not teleporting through that damn camera."

"Don't you remember what Skulker said?" Tucker asked softly. "When Danny gets here, he can't get out as a ghost. You black out when you even brush the walls. We're all human, so walking through walls isn't happening. And if Jazz or Danny tried to knock down this building, we could both be killed. The only way out is through that camera."

He stood up and started moving towards it and Sam leapt to her feet, running over and stopping him. "Tucker, are you insane?" she yelped. "You'll get killed!"

Tucker tilted his head thoughtfully. "Maybe. But I might just black out once we reach the other side. Come on, Sam. You know as well as I do that it's basically our only chance."

Sam looked at her friend helplessly, wracking her brain for an answer.

"What if…what if when Danny got here, and if Jazz knocked down the building, if Danny turned us intangible while the building was knocked down? And then we could get out?" the girl questioned.

The thought made Tucker falter and he frowned, thinking the plan over. It just might work….

"That might work," Tucker admitted. "But Danny needs to find us."

His eyebrows creased and then he smiled cockily, darting over to the box. "And I might know how to help with that," he declared, pulling out the remaining pieces of electronics, including a beat up flip phone.

Danny sighed and rubbed a hand wearily over his eyes. "Jazz, we've been searching for hours. What if they aren't in town at all?"

Jazz ran a hand through her hair and pulled off to the side of the road, putting the car in park. "I know, Danny. I've been thinking of that too. But I don't see what else we can do, honestly."

The girl was about to respond when Danny's phone started vibrating on the dash loudly. The halfa leaned forward and scooped it up, not recognizing the number that popped up. "Hello?" he said warily, glancing at Jazz with an eyebrow raised.

"Danny, this is Sam and Tucker. We don't have much time; there's a warehouse on the edge of town. Skulker has us. Ghost shield once you get in. Be careful!"

The dial tone rang before Danny could get a word in edgewise around his Goth friend, and he snapped the phone shut and tossed it into the backseat. "Warehouse, edge of town Jazz," he yelped.

Jazz pushed the car into drive and the car fairly flew down the street as Danny glanced nervously back at his phone, wondering just what was going on that they had to hang up so quickly.

Tucker clutched at the concrete floor in agony as Sam beat the phone to pieces, his body writhing with the effort of having to transmit enough energy to contact Danny.

Sam turned to him rapidly, laying a gentle hand on his back. Slowly, Tucker managed to calm down and he sat up carefully, shaking. "You okay?" Sam asked softly.

Tucker ran a hand over his eyes in anguish. "I think so. You?"

While she had been in a bit of pain while breaking the phone, it hadn't been nearly as bad as Tucker's, and she admitted this to him quietly. He nodded carefully and stood up, bracing his hand against Sam's shoulder for support.

"Okay," he said, a tad out of breath. "Okay. They'll be here soon. Then what?"

Sam tilted her head thoughtfully. "I don't really know," she finally admitted. "I think that maybe we should just…"

She trailed off and sighed, looking at Tucker regretfully. He nodded. "I know. I don't like it any more than you do. But let's be honest Sam, that's our only real option."

Biting her lip, the Goth groaned. "I just don't want to risk anyone's life getting out of here."

Tucker snorted in slight amusement, his strength returning quickly. "Dude, we always risk our lives. We hang out with a half ghost kid and one of his enemies just discovered that we have powers ourselves. What made you think it would get easier?" he asked her with a chuckle.

Sam rolled her eyes and punched him lightly, a small smile on her face. "I know. Shut up."

Tucker frowned, glancing towards the window. "Look, I know you can't touch the walls or anything. But can you jump high enough to see out the window, to see what's going on?"

Sam nodded and moved so that she was standing just below the window. Tensing her legs, the girl knelt slightly and then leapt into the air, her features wrinkling as a slight shocking sensation went through her body.

The girl's eyes widened as she returned to earth, landing as easily as if she had just jumped off a step rather than a four story building.

"I saw a car rounding the corner," she alerted Tucker, her face slightly red from the amount of energy that had been taken up from her trying not to black out.

Tucker nodded and glanced at the broken bits of cellphone, scowling. "Well…I can try to contact them through the technology…hand me the keypad, Sam."

Danny tapped his fingers anxiously against the car window, glowering at the prison station in front of him as Jazz pulled off the side of the road and into a clump of bushes, masking the car in the darkness.

"Danny, calm down. We'll get them," Jazz promised her brother, shutting off the ignition and pocketing her keys.

The ghost boy shook his head firmly. "That's not what I'm thinking about, Jazz. Why would Skulker kidnap Sam and Tucker? That's not like him."

"He probably did it to get you," Jazz reasoned.

Danny frowned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "No…it just doesn't make sense. Think about it. Why now, of all times? Why not when I was weaker, before I had gained multiple powers? What happened that made Skulker willing to capture both Sam and Tucker rather than just one or the other?"

Jazz looked at her little brother helplessly, not sure where he was heading with his train of thought. Danny saw this and sighed.

"The last two weeks or so, Tucker and Sam have been acting weird. Constantly hanging out after school and on the weekends, looking at each other like they're hiding something from me….Jazz, something happened between them."

His sister stared at him and shook her head. "Danny, come on. So they've been hanging out. You know they aren't dating; they don't like each other that way. You're starting to become really paranoid again."

The halfa crossed his arms and sank back in his seat, looking defeated. "What if I'm not? What if they are hiding something from me?"

Jazz turned to her sibling and raised an eyebrow, shivering in the cool night air. "Does that thought make you want to save them any less?"

Danny gave her a tiny smile and shook his head, blinding white rings travelling up and down his body as he switched to his ghost half. "No. It doesn't. I just wish I knew how best I could do that, though."

As if to answer his request, his phone buzzed and a text message appeared on his screen.

Bldng on lft. We have way out. Crfl. Grds.

That was it, and for a moment, Danny just stared at the words, attempting to decipher them. Jazz leaned over and rolled her eyes, figuring out the archaic text speech easily. "The building on the left. They've got a way to get out, you just have to go in to get them. Be careful, there's guards. Dummy."

Danny tossed his phone at her and tossed her a Fenton thermos and a Jack-o-Nine Tails. "If any ghosts come, use these. Be on the watch so that we can move quickly."

Jazz mock saluted her brother and sighed, watching him fly off towards the warehouse.

"Be careful, little brother," she murmured, sinking back in her seat.

Been a while. Sorry.

No one wants to read this. I don't know why I'm kidding myself when I keep coming back to this plot. It's stupid and pathetic like everything else I write.

Whatever. Review. Don't. I don't care anymore. I'm done.