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Chapter 13: Partners

Disclaimer: I disclaim my ownership of the amazing Danny Phantom series…and also the new phone I want.

In front of them stood the mighty Vlad Masters. Sam narrowed her eyes at the image and Danny growled loudly.

"Very funny, Tony. We know it's you behind that camouflage," Danny yelled. The ghost laughed loudly and eerily as his image of Vlad faded, replaced by the same man Sam had seen in the middle of the road and the same man Danny had spotted at the park. Sam was outraged. She stepped out of the car angrily and ran toward the evil ghost.

"You bastard! How dare you come back after all these years? And how dare you threaten my family! I'll kill you! I'll murder you right now!" Sam yelled, her voice filling every particle of air around them. She was steaming mad. Danny grabbed onto her arm and she turned around to him viciously, using her nails to graze his restraining hand. He stared into her eyes, trying to tell her that he had it under control, that it was no use doing what she was doing. What he knew was that the four thin lines on his hand could have been deep gorges, the look on her face said that.

"No. You will not fight. I won't let you," Danny grumbled. It was not a suggestion, it was a command. There was no room for disobedience. Sam didn't answer, she was trying to stare him down, trying to show that she could and would do whatever the hell she wanted.

"This is sickening, love…yuck," Camouflage said and sent a plasma blast after them unexpectedly. Danny moved out of the way, pulling Sam with him. As it passed her, she could feel the very heat of it scorching her. Her heart started to beat three times the normal rate. She landed uncomfortably on Danny, fear and adrenaline pumping around her body instead of blood. She had limited experience on the battlefield, but it was more than what most people had. She had been in danger of being killed before and she had survived. She would do it again and bring with her the people that she loved the most.

"Go get Shaire and Zoey! Run! Run!" Danny yelled as he pulled her up with him suddenly. He transformed into Phantom, no light show, and pushed Sam off. Her feet picked up immediately and she ran as fast as she could, tears welling in her eyes. Surprisingly, Camouflage let her through, a smirk on his face all the time. What was going on in his mind?

"You just did the worst thing, halfa. Now I have her in the perfect place! I didn't even have to kidnap her like what Vlad did to your parents. What would my life be without bait," Camouflage boasted, a tinge of his accent in his voice. Phantom ignored him as he stood defensively, ready for any attack. Phantom was burning with fury and his arms and legs twitched, anxious to choke and kill the ghost who was threatening his family.

"Sam is safe inside, with her kids and when I'm finished, I'll go and find Ben!" Phantom hissed. Camouflage smiled even wider.

"So, she didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Phantom spat.

"Ben is in on all of this. Didn't that smart brain of yours figure it out halfa?" Camouflage asked, speaking in a tone that clearly was calling Phantom an idiot. The halfa was shocked and Camouflage took the chance to attack. He let out a barrage of plasma blasts, hitting Phantom three times in the chest before he could put up a small shield.

"You son of a piece of shit!" Phantom yelled and attacked, charging Camouflage and crashing him through the gates, landing on the driveway. Phantom brought his right fist back and pummeled it into Camouflage's face. When he raised his fist again, the revengeful ghost had disappeared. Phantom did a back flip unto his toes, extending his senses as far as they could go, trying to find the invisible threat. He caught his opponent a second before he slammed his two feet into his back.

Phantom stopped his fall with his hands, immediately using them to push himself into the air and barely avoiding decapitation by ectoplasm. He floated in the air, looking down at Camouflage, wide-eyed. He had definitely used the past seven years wisely. He had managed to manipulate his ectoplasm to the point that it was turned into a sword, a dangerously sharp sword. There was a dangerous glint in Camouflage's eyes, confidence in his every stride.

"You're rusty, halfa! I'll kill you now," Camouflage said. He propelled himself into the air, spinning slowly, accelerating with height. Phantom stretched his ghost muscles and prepared to put up a shield. He projected it outward, trying to stop Camouflage before he could reach him. It didn't work. The whirling blur broke the shield and headed straight for Phantom. He took a deep breath, summoning his ghostly wail. He opened his mouth and only a cough came out.

'What the he…?' He began to ask himself, but Camouflage slammed into him. Phantom could feel the sharp sword slicing him all over. Blood and ectoplasm flowed freely. He winced in pain as he went crashing into the driveway, sending concrete flying all around and creating a decent sized dent. He pushed himself out of the hole, cursing himself for his obvious weakness. He had spent seven years out of the view of ghosts and those seven years had definitely had an impact on him. He couldn't even read Camouflage's mind. The ghost had put up a strong mind block. He looked up and saw the wicked ghost heading straight for him.

"Shit," Phantom mumbled as Camouflage dived right into him, driving him even deeper into the ground. Phantom could feel the stones bang against his head as Camouflage sent him six feet under.

When he opened his eyes, the sky was very far up and he could see Camouflage staring down at him.

'Wow, he's good,' Phantom thought as he tried to get to an upward position, but Camouflage acted before he did, sending several huge ecto plasmic blasts down the hole, pushing Phantom even further down with the impact of each one. Phantom's chest hurt and his breathing was painful. He clawed himself quickly into a staggering stand, anxious to get out of the hellhole. He could feel gravity pushing him down as he headed straight upwards, ready to meet Camouflage.

"Ha, I don't think so," the evil ghost said. He pushed another plasma blast down the hole, a burning red blast. Phantom immediately began to sweat. If this blast touched him, he'd be burnt to a crisp within a second. He gathered some ecto-plasm in his hands and immediately converted it to ice. He sent it up to meet Camouflage's fiery blast.

Camouflage could feel the coldness of Phantom's blast and he did something so trivial that he cursed himself for it the moment it happened. He sneezed and lost focus on pushing down his fiery blast. Phantom smirked and diminished Camouflage's blast, finally flying out of the hole. Camouflage swore colourfully and before Phantom could do anything, the evil ghost sent out a telekinetic wave and pushed Phantom away from him and crash! Straight into the house. Phantom heard a scream of pain. Sam flashed through his head.

Sam slammed the door behind her with her left hand and ran up the stairs.

"Shaire! Zoey! Shaire! Zoey!" She yelled frantically. She pushed open Zoey's door, hitting her arm on the door's frame. She ignored the pain and rushed inside, looking anywhere she thought children could hide. Under the bed, in the closet and she even looked in the clothes drawers. No one, not even a note was in there. She was close to hysterical now and she tried to calm herself as she moved to Shaire's room, hoping and praying with all her strength that they were there. They weren't. She screamed in frustration, tension and fear building inside of her. She couldn't find her children. Where were they? She thought of going up into the attic and gulped. The last thing she wanted to see were her children hanging from the rafters of the attic. She pushed the thought away. They were alive. They had to be.

She started crying as she went up the stairs, three at a time. She flung the door open and rushed in. Nobody. The attic was as empty as it had ever been. She could not place her memories up here because many of her best memories were with Danny.

She felt like collapsing on the floor and crying until she could no longer cry any more, then maybe after that she could challenge Camouflage to a fight…or Ben if she ever ran into him. Instead she stood still, trying to figure out her next move. She would search the house from top to bottom. She would leave no room unsearched.

"I see you are back, Samantha and you've got a little brace for your arm," a familiar voice said behind her. She spun around, fury lacing her voice and interweaving itself into her face.

"You son of a damn drunk bitch! Where are my children? I will cut you into little tiny pieces and shred you if you don't tell me where they are, right now!" Sam spat. She was shaking with anger, all ties to self-control almost gone. If he said one thing, just one thing that she did not agree with, she would kill him, mercilessly.

"Oh, Samantha, sweetheart. Do you think I would hurt the adopted freak and your little boy, the quarter ghost? You must be losing it, I need them for…reasons," Ben said, standing akimbo. Sam's eyes widened. How did he know that? HOW?!

"How did you know?" She asked, in a dangerously low voice. He smiled, innocently.

"How else could I find out? Someone told me. Someone very romantic and heavenly, ooh, if I wasn't in love with somebody else, I would have him," Ben said huskily. Sam's eyes widened even more and she clenched and unclenched her fist, trying to deal with everything.

"Him?" She asked. Ben nodded.

"Yes, I am in love with Daniel. I have been every moment since I met him. He's just so…grrr," Ben giggled, "but Tony, he came up with this whole idea. I get to have Danny as my lover and he gets to have Shaire and Danny as his henchmen…or servants, whatever you want to call them," Ben smiled, leaning against the wall, lost in memory. Sam glanced about furtively. She was on the verge of panicking. There was absolutely nothing she could use as a weapon in the room. She only had a hand and her feet. She would have to use them well.

"How did you know Tony?" Sam asked.

"He was my lover, but…wait a second, why am I answering all your questions? When people are dead they don't need answers!" Ben laughed. Sam swallowed again. This wasn't going to be good. Her mind wasn't even registering that Ben was gay…

"You're gay?" Sam exclaimed, shocked.

"Actually, I like to think of myself as bisexual but it took you so long to figure everything out, Samantha and here I thought I was the dense one, living with a woman for seven years and not knowing about her fling with the man I love!" Ben yelled. Sam could see the danger in his eyes. He would attack any time now. She got into a defensive position, ready and waiting. She knew what was going on now. They were using the same tactic as before. Kidnap her and force Danny to do what they wanted, only, they were taking it a step further.

She could even guess why Ben had joined Tony. He had hated her before, when she had pushed him down the stairs, but now hate could not describe what he felt, for her lover was his hopeful lover. He wanted Danny for himself and he wanted Sam out of the picture. Maybe they wouldn't kidnap her, maybe they would just kill her and get it over with. But, how would they get Danny to work for them. And what about Zoey? What would happen to Zoey? She started panicking again and this time, charged Ben.

He grabbed her around the waist and flung her down on the floor, landing on top of her and knocking the air from her lungs. She rolled over on him, but he rolled over again, putting her in her first position. She did her best to elbow him with her good hand, but he wouldn't let go. His hands were squeezing into her waist and they were flailing about on the floor.

Sam gritted her teeth and used her fingernails to drive four deep gorges across one hand. He yelped in pain and removed his hand. Sam rolled off of him and continued rolling until she was a good thre feet away. She sprang up, Ben clutching his bleeding arm as he too got up. She ignored the skin under her nails. She also ignored the pain of a missing nail. It was stuck in Ben's flesh. She charged him again, this time running, and drop kicked him in the chest, she hoped a few of his ribs were broken. She had worn combat boots that day.

She landed on her good side, thank God and she tried to get up, but Ben had grabbed her foot. She used the other foot, trying to kick him off, but he caught it too and she could feel him pulling her toward the stairs. She yelled as loudly as she could. There was nothing to hold onto. He would throw her down the steps.

He pulled her through the doorway and kicked her in the stomach, then on her damaged arm. She yelled in pain. A yell that Phantom heard clearly and even Camouflage could hear it. Sam reflexively curled into a ball giving Ben an advantage. He positioned her quickly to go rolling down the stairs, but as he pushed her, she reached out her two feet and grabbed his feet. He went tumbling down the stairs with her.

She yelled in pain again, tears flowing down her cheeks heavily, barely realizing the hole in the house. Zoey's room was gone and in the hall lay Phantom. He quickly got up and stared at Sam and Ben on the ground.

"You bastard!" Phantom yelled as he stormed over to them. He was past furious now. Nothing could stop him from killing both Ben and Tony. Before he could jump on Ben, however, Camouflage dived into him causing more crashing through walls. They landed downstairs in the kitchen. Camouflage blasted Phantom through the wall, taking the fight back outside.

Sam couldn't move, she honestly couldn't move. He felt as if her entire body was broken and as if her right arm would have to be amputated. She couldn't feel it. Ben was in pain too, but she knew he would get up soon and do what he had planned.

"Shaire! Zoey!" She yelled. No answer. She called again. Still no answer.

"Where are my kids you bastard?" Sam yelled at Ben, her voice losing its strength and yielding to her sobs. A door opened and a soft voice drifted to Sam's ears.

"Mommy?" A shaky, small voice said a little way up the hall. She heard Shaire's footsteps moving toward her and she smiled through her tears. He was alive!

"Are you hurt, honey?" She asked. He fell to his knees and embraced her, tears in his eyes.

"I'm fine, mommy. So is Zoey, she's just freaking out a lot about the ghost," Shaire said.

"Where's Zoey?" Sam asked.

"She's in Ben's room. I was in there too," he said.

"Shut up you little rodent!" Ben said and picked up Shaire by the shirt.

"Leave him alone!" Sam cried. She couldn't bear to have Shaire hurt in front of her own eyes.

"Let's make a deal. I won't harm him if you surrender," Ben smirked. Sam didn't even have to think about it.

"Yes, yes. Just leave him and Zoey alone," Sam said tenderly. Shaire was flailing about, trying to kick or punch Ben. Ben laughed and dumped Shaire on the floor. He turned his back to the seven year old and got a small plasma blast right in his butt. He turned around angrily to the child and kicked him in the face…at least he tried to. Shaire dodged it and stood up, ready to fight.

"Rodent! If I can't kill you, I will kill her! Now get back in the room!" Ben yelled. Shaire looked between his mother and Ben. He dropped his fighting stance. Ben lifted Sam, and flung her over his shoulder, treating her as something inanimate.

Sam was glad to see Zoey on the floor, even though she was hyperventilating and trying not to have some kind of attack. She was crying.

"Mom," Zoey said through trembling lips as Ben flung Sam on the bed and tied her hands and her feet.

"Hi, Zoe," Sam said.

"I'm scared," Zoey whispered. Ben's hand slammed into her cheek and it flung her onto her side. His foot pressed into her back, making her eat carpet.

"Shut up, bitch! You're the least important one here! We don't need you! You don't belong with them!" Ben said, trying to make her feel worthless. It was working. He kicked her in the ribs and left the room.

Sam was crying. How could he kick a 14 year old like that? What kind of monster was the bitch? She could hear Zoey's silent crying on the floor, but she couldn't reach over and touch her. She felt responsible for all of it. Her sobs became silent as Shaire rested his head on her leg.

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She leaned over and nuzzled his neck, drawing his attention back to her. Her eyes were closed as she gently bit his neck and then kissed it. She could hear a deep, soft moan climb up his throat and dissolve on her ear. She moaned into his neck as she continued to sprinkle kisses all over it. She could feel him turning in his seat and lift up the armrest that was between them. His hands were on her waist, playing with the fabric there. He kissed her ear and nibbled on it as his hands glided over her back. She threw her head back a little as he kissed her delicate neck. She could feel his cheek smoothly pass over her chest. This was too good to be true.