CassyG here... with (-Jay- finally) the eighth chapter of this (-Jay- piece of crap!) wonderful story!... Shut up, Jay! (-Jay- No!) Butthole! (-Jay- Thanks! I know!... How's Danny?) He's fine! He's asleep in his crib! (-Jay- Are you sure?) Yes!... Don't you dare pull a When A Stranger Calls on me, asscake! I am your wife! You will respect me and... and... and... uh, a little help! (-Jay- and... jump in to bed with y--) JAY! SHUT YOUR BIG FAT FACE HOLE BEFORE I PLUG YOUR ASS HOLE! (-Jay- I got it! You don't have to yell!) Aparently I do... Now, back to the (-Jay- piece. of. crap.) WONDERFUL story!

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Chapter Eight

"What do you mean 'you can't find her' !" Tucker yelled in disbelief. "You're the master of time! You see everything! You know everything! You can't not know where she is!" Tucker began pacing the room with worry for Sam's life... and the life of Danny.

The images that had stored themselves in the back of his mind kept coming back and each time with another horrifying picture of Sam's most probable death...

And Danny hadn't said a word since they left the school. He seemed to be in an irreversable state of shock. His eyes were wide open; he wouldn't blink; and his cheeks were tear stained; he said he wanted to die.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Foley, but I've tried and tried, but I can't find her!" Clockwork sighed, winding the clock on his staff. "It's like--"

"She disappeared from time," a voice from behind the two. It was Danny's, hoarse from crying. He had finally sat up and would not look at the two, but they could feel his heart breaking. This whole situation was killing him inside. Why did fate give him those nightmares? "She disappeared from time and..."

"Danny," Tucker whispered consulingly. "You don't have to say it--"

"Yes I do!" Danny yelled in an almost demonic voice. "I'm never gonna see her again, am I?" No one dared to answer. "Am I, Tucker!"

"It's your fault she's gone!" Tucker screamed without thinking of Danny. (as always) "You're the one who made her go away!" Danny stood up feircely.

"I would never--"

"You shot her through a wall!" Tuck retorted.

"That was an accident," Danny yelled, trying not a break down again. "I--"

"Accident shit!" Tucker yelled. "You were trying to hit her! And now, even if we find her--"

"Shut up!" Danny screamed, demonically.

"Even if we find her she's probably already dead!" Silence fell over all of them.

"Y-you like her, don't you?" Danny asked, his gaze falling to the floor.

"She's my sister and you blasted her through the wall," Tucker said calmly. "How can I ever trust you again?"

"By giving me a second chance," Danny stated. "Tucker, I can fix this. I know I can." Danny placed his hand on Tucker's shoulder as a signal of pleeding which was answered with a nod; a slow, but sure yes. "Thanks, Tuck. I won't let you down... I won't let her die."

"It's not fair," a small girl cried as she sat on the sidewalk where the incident had accured, the rain pelting her silky black hair.

"What's not fair?" a small voice came from behind the girl who looked over her shooulder after a hand was placed there. It was a boy with crystal blue eyes who held an umbrella above her soaked form. The girl wiped the tears from her eyes and spoke.

"M-my kitty died earlier today," she said softly with such innocense, it would make your heart break. "A man ran her over when he hit the sidewalk. He almost hit me, but hit my kitty instead. Why are you here? Where are your parents?"

"Like they care where I am," the boy said, talking a seat beside the girl. "They're too busy with thier experiments to pay any attention to me. Where are your parents?"

"They might as well be dead," the girl said harshly, her tears beginning to fall again. "They never wanted a daughter and they definately never wanted me. They wanted a little boy, btu they got me who was, unfortunatly, everything they never wanted." There was a silence between the two until the boy spoke again.

"I guess we're pretty much the same, huh?" the boy said with a laugh. "We were both mistakes. Unwanted mistakes that just... don't belong anywhere." The girl began crying oncemore. "What's wrong?"

"I-I miss m-my kitty," she cried into her knees.

"My name's Danny Fenton," the boy said proudly. "What's yours?"

"Samantha Manson," she answered, lifting her head off of her knees. "My friends call me Sam... or they would if I had friends." She giggled slightly to make it seem like it was no big deal.

"Well, Sam," he said with a big smile. "I'll come out to this street corner everytime it rains and look for you if you'll come."

"Sure," she replied, holding her hand out to him which he gladly took. "I hereby dub you my first friend!"

"There's no way," Sam whispered in awe as she stared into those so familiar crystal blue eyes.

"Uh, WAY!" the man stated with a bit of teen wit. She stared at the muscular, tall (and HOT) figure in front of her and had to bite her lip to keep from reaching out to touch him; to see if he was real.

"W-what was with the evil act," Sam asked to distract her mind. "Unless you are evil?"

"It depends on how you look at it, i guess," he replied with his signature smile. "The Guys in White think I'm evil just because I'm a ghost. My parents think I'm evil for the same reason. Your parents think I'm evil for god knows what reason! The town says I'm murder!... and Tuck thinks I'm evil because I'm in love with his sister--"

"Tuck has a sister?"

"No," he answered. "but that doesn't matter. The piont is... the whole world thinks I'm evil, but... I don't feel evil." Silence filled the room again. He walked over to a desk that sat in the corner and took a picture from the bottom drawer. "Do you think I'm evil?" he asked in a whisper without lifting his gaze from the photo.

"What?" Sam asked as if it was the strangest question in the world.

"Do you think I'm evil like everyone else!" he yelled, turning to face her with tears streaming down his cheeks. She didn't answer. "You're wondering why I brought you here, right?" he asked, wiping away the tears. She nodded. "Well, everything went screwy in my time. Something changed the time line, but I was the the only one who remembered the other time line. I went from world renoun hero to the world's most wanted! I lost everything!"

"What's this?" Sam asked, taking the photo from his hands.

"It's my baby girl... our baby girl," he replied. "She doesn't exist anymore."

Okay, and that's all she wrote! It took me forever to get rid of... the EVIL writer's block... and write this chappy, but even though it took me awhile, I don't think it's that bad. Accually, I did a lot of plot development in this chapter and do you know what I love?... You wonderful reviewers guessing what's gonna happen next! So far, only one person could guess the outcome of this chapter before I posted it! (aka Queenie! Love ya!) If you can guess I'll give you a prize! If you can't... well... you get zippidee do da... but still try anyway (-Jay- Why?) Cause it's fun! (-Jay- no it's not!) Well, what do you know! (-Jay- Everything you don't!) So, That's nothing? (-Jay- impossible!) Who's impossible? Is it me? Please say it's me! (-Jay- Baby, it's you!) That's a song by Jojo! (-Jay- Yes, it is! And you are an idiot!) Excuse me! (-Jay- I mean, You are my little angel!) Nice save! ... but you're still on thin ice! (-Jay- um... I... Love you!) Awwww! I love you, too! oops, forgot about the readers!...

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