Hellbreaker, I never thought of an alternate timeline for Sam. That is an interesting concept, but I don't really know if I could pull that off. She could be an evil human, but how would she cause damage unless she had ghost fighting equipment Maybe stealing it from the now dead Fentons? ShadowDragon357, can feel you there, but think of it this way... Just like he did. IF Sam had survived would he have become evil? Would he have even been created? Sam was the one that stuck by him no matter what he did. He stole after being possessed and she stuck with him even getting a reluctant Tucker to help.

Present...

"I can't believe that he reacted like that," a certain dark haired female growled as Dan pulled her closer to him, his muscular arm draped around her waist.

"I can," the male said as he dropped another kiss on her head. He towered over her small form, but she loved it. She felt so loved and cared for with his large form next to her. "He is me after all, the only difference is that he never lost you so he takes you for such granted." Sam blushed. "Sam, I wonder sometimes that you are still fighting next to my younger self. There have been so many times that I left you to clean up after me and the times that I put you in such danger."

"I learned that being on the low scale and liking a rather shallow girl made you think more with the brain between your legs than the one up here," she said as she pointed at his dark locks. "Dan, not that I am complaining, but I like you as yourself, you know, as Dan." The male was shocked at her bluntness, but happy that she felt that way so he changed again before her eyes, his white hair flaring up as he now stood in his Phantom outfit. Leaning up to kiss him she sighed. "Much better." Taking her hand now they walked on.

"Do you remember the Fight Knight?" he inquired. She nodded. "What was I thinking?"

"That you didn't want to eat Dash's smelly underwear," was her response with a gag. "I would have done it too, but then again I probably wouldn't have gotten myself in that situation."

"Yeah, that is a memory I wish would stop haunting me," Dan said as he gagged too. "Sam, you saved me with all your Gothic books." She smiled brightly. It was the brightest smile he could remember ever seeing on the dark haired girl's face even before his death. Maybe that was all that she had needed. She had needed him to be by her side, but wasn't that ironic since as a teen he had looked to her as nothing more than a friend afraid... Afraid for fuck sake that he would hurt her more by trying to make a more intimate relationship with her. "Okay, how about when you wished that you had never meant me?" At this he watched her face pale. "Sam?"

"I would rather not look back on that one," she whispered. He stopped and pulling her over to the shadows of a building.

"Sam, you know that I hold no grudge for that incident?" Little known to the goth was the fact that Danny was walking across the street at that moment. He saw Dan standing over Sam and the look on her face and all he saw was red as he began to run over only to hear the next words out of Sam's lips.

"I know that was what you said, but I just am so sorry that I wished it. I made you walk through that fucking portal twice!" Danny stood there in the middle of the street as people walked by him, their eyes taking in the dark haired male standing there with the blankest stare on his face. He hadn't known that that had bothered her that much. He watched as Dan pulled her close, the look on his face hidden from the halfa watching them. "I should have been the one that walked into that stupid thing!" He could hear the misery in her voice as his other male just held her tightly her tears wracking her form.

"Oh, Sam, I would never wish such a thing," Dan said. "My younger self told you as I am telling you now that you didn't know that she was there. You were used for evil purposes, but you are not to blame for that." Lifting her into his arms he took to the skies leaving Danny to watch them.

Past...

"Sam?" Dan called out into the darkness that had fallen over the girls room as night had fallen. He had left her, but now he was back. It was only supposed to be a one time visit but he found that he the trust that he had seen in her eyes and the simple fact that he missed her made him return.

"Dan, are you there?" a small voice called out in the darkness. "Where did you go?" Dan made his way over to the bed to find Sam sitting in the corner, her small form shaking slightly. "Why did you leave me?"

"Sam, I only came that time to help you, but..." he faded off as he reached down to pick up the small form of his best friend. "I find that I can't leave you just yet." Sam tried to wrap her arms around him, but she was still too weak. "Have you eaten?" The small goth shook her head to his question. He frowned.

"Sorry, " she murmured.

"Sam, you need to eat or you will die," he said nearly choking on the last word. He wanted to choke his younger self, but knew that even though it wouldn't do too much to him that it would fuck up the timeline. "You, little one are a handful." She said nothing as she burrowed into his form, the cold coming off of him comforting her somehow.

"Will you stay?" she whispered, her voice so sad that it tugged at Dan's long forgotten heart. Did he have a heart? "Please," she pleaded. "I need you here." He nodded.

"I will stay for now, but you know that I can not stay forever." She ignored him, her ears only hearing that he would stay with her. He placed her on her bed as he left to get her more food. She waited for him to return, her heart hurting with every minute he was gone. She had a problem, but she refused to look at that right now. When Dan returned he did as he had earlier feeding her the soup as she sat there. No words transpired between them, but there was a peace there that both hadn't felt in a long time. "We need to get you into a bath." She blushed. "I will help you and I won't look," he promised. She nodded. She was mildly nervous for him to see her as she hadn't looked at herself in a while. As soon as she was filled he picked her up again before heading to the bathroom with his light passenger. Dan did as he had promised. He helped her into the tub, but turning his back he allowed her to bath herself. He was curious as to what she looked like, his mind asking him why and his heart knowing why. It was just for the concern of how much weight she had lost, but he knew that wasn't entirely true.

"I am done," she whispered as Dan grabbed a towel, his eyes adverted as he drained the tub, his fingers grazing her foot making the girl suck in a breath. He couldn't tell if it was from repulsion, but he felt her reach for him and that thought disappeared as he turned to allow her to wrap herself in the towel as the last of the water drained. Picking her up he took her back to her bed. Laying her still wrapped in the towel he covered her with the large comforter, but as he turned to leave she called out, "Dan, please don't leave me-e." He turned to her and saw that in her large amethyst eyes, the orbs seeming larger with the loss of so much weight, fear. He had never known her to fear anything so he nodded as he grabbed her chair. "No," she whispered as she patted the spot next to her. The white haired male gulped as nerves skittered through his form. "Please lay with me." Walking over there she made room for him, her body warmth combating with the chill from his body. It felt right somehow as the pair fell asleep.