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Chapter 16: Walking Down The Aisle

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom…and I will never own that LG phone!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Sam was walking down the aisle, smiling outwardly, seething on the inside. Many people, sitting on both her sides, for many many miles it seemed, smiled up at her and whispered to each other how beautiful she was and how their Benjamin was the luckiest man alive. Sam wanted to roll her eyes at them. How stupid they were to truly believe that they were in love. They were all blinded by their diamonds and emeralds and amethysts shining exquisitely from their collars and bracelets and necklaces and brooches. She looked down at her dress, examining the details with just a quick sweep of her eyes.

It was beautiful, there was no mistaking that. White had never been her colour, but she had learned to change. Change was what drew her mind away from Danny. She blushed profusely at that thought. Her eyes caught Benjamin's beaming ones and he smiled widely. She blushed even deeper with embarrassment. How unfaithful was she to be thinking of Danny on her wedding day. But she couldn't help it. He lived in her mind constantly, never taking second place over any thought. She had lived without him for a few years, but she had never forgotten him.

She stopped walking and turned to face Ben. He smiled, lovingly and reached out his hand to hers. He leaned forward and placed a warm kiss on her face. Suddenly, she felt two very firm arms wrapped around her and she couldn't see Ben's face very clearly. It was as if someone was pulling him apart, tearing from both sides. Ben's face and the background swirled in her eyes and the picture became surrealistic. It became darker and the swirling faded.

With a deep breath and a slight jump, Sam was back in her room. Light shone down in her and she blinked, her eyes adjusting to the bright light. She could still feel the arms and the warm kiss lingered softly on her cheek. Her memory came back to her and shivers ran through her body, they were seismic. The arms moved gently and reassuringly tighter around her, trapping her arms beneath her and neatly tucking themselves into her stomach. She could feel a head pressed against hers. Warm breath brushed the left side of her face as that someone kissed her neck, just below her ears. She could feel a solid wall behind her, except it moved rhythmically with her breathing.

"Dan…Danny," she whispered uncertainly, trying to figure out what vision was real.

"Yes, Sam?" He asked, huskily as he pressed her to him. She closed her eyes. She could feel the tears just waiting to flow easily.

"I'm…I'm…" she started as he subtly kissed her cheek again and nibbled gently on her neck. His hands rested on her hands now. She turned the palm of her good hand upwards and intertwined their fingers to reassure herself. His fingers steadied hers and she tried to draw strength from him. She turned her head to the side and he captured her lips in a trembling kiss. It was soft and spread warmth through her body.

"Free?" He suggested for her. She twisted her lips a little and he kissed them, smoothing away the frown.

"I…I don't know," she whispered. He kissed her again and his eyes fell on Shaire and Zoey who were wrapped up in a hug. He was almost afraid to kiss her. He felt as if he would tear her clothes apart from his pent up passion and kiss her until they lay exhausted on the floor, unable to move even a muscle to smile. He could do it now, no one was standing in his way. He was itching to just press her against him so hard that they would became one and just kiss her to let her know how much he still loved her and how much he still needed her. He could do without air; he couldn't stand to be without her at his side, in his arms for even a millisecond.

Sam was feeling the same way, except she didn't know how to go about it. They had been pulled apart for seven years. What would happen now that she had him? She wanted him, she needed him more than anything on Earth that she could think of, but she was afraid that even a passionate kiss, just one passionate kiss would make someone come and pull him from her and this time, for forever.

Her eyes followed his and she saw her children. Shaire had his hands firmly clasped around a weeping and hollering Zoey. Zoey was shaking as if she was having a seizure, but Shaire held her with the intention of never letting go. Zoey clung to him desperately. She was terrified and afraid and she never wanted to open her eyes ever again to the world. Sam looked at Danny and he let her go. They were thinking the same thing. Sam pulled Zoey into a hug and Shaire let go, he knew Zoey was in better care. For a second he was alone. He felt older than he was. Until Danny scooped him up into his arms and cuddled him as if he were a baby.

Shaire burst into tears. It was all so overwhelming for him. He had toughed it through seven years of feeling unwanted, he had fought and won against something bigger than himself, he had found his parents and with them love and finally, finally he could settle into his 7 year old skin and forget responsibilities. Forget protection and watching out for oneself and one's family. He could now forget his troubles and sleep securely in his parents' arms every night. He was going to be living every kid's dream.

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Sam watched them try to comfort Zoey who had stopped crying but was shaking furiously. She turned and saw them checking Shaire for any broken bones or scrapes or any injury of any kind. She could see they were just as caught up with him as she was. She looked at all the paramedics, neighbours, total strangers and photographers littered across her yard. They were staring, pointing, whispering and snapping pictures of her house…and of her. She made another turn and almost collided with Tucker.

"Oh my goodness, Sam! I left work the minute Danny called me!" He said, flinging his hands around her. She winced at his touch. He jumped back immediately and looked at her apologetically.

"It's ok, Tuck. I'm not going to get mad at you," she said.

"I'm so sorry, Sam," he apologized, sorrowfully, tears gathering in his eyes under his glasses. He held his hands behind his back like a little child who had done something naughty. He didn't want to hurt her again.

"It's ok, Tuck, don't apologize. I still love you," she said and kissed him on the cheek. He sighed and Sam could felt the pressure around them fall. Obviously, Tucker had been strung out on hearing the news. She was just glad he hadn't crashed on the way over.

Tucker jumped suddenly and pulled out his vibrating phone. He pressed it to his ears.

"Hel…" he started, but was cut off by a lot of screaming. He winced and pulled the phone from his ear. The shouting died down and he put the phone back to his ear. His face fell gravely when he recognized who was speaking. He tried several times to get in a word but the person on the other end would not shut up.

"Yes, Mrs. Manson," he said, looking up to see Sam's expression. Her eyes widened as Tucker handed the phone to her. He muttered sorry as she took it. She let out a sigh and put the phone to her ears.

"Yes mom," she started off.

"What is this I hear about Benjamin. Sammie? I hear he's dead…and that you killed him!" Her mother yelled. She could hear her father in the background yelling encouragement to his wife.

"It I hadn't done that, then he would have killed me…and my children," she replied. She walked away from Tucker, ending up in the destroyed house.

"Adopted children look nice, Sammie and so do good, handsome husbands who are famous lawyers and who make good money. I'm sure you didn't have to kill him for something as silly as slapping you. Couldn't you just take a slap every now and then instead of killing the poor, beloved man?" Her mother almost yelled. Sam's temper was boiling and she was trying to hold it back. Then she remembered…she had no reason to hold it back.

"I am no you Mrs. Manson. I do not settle for things that I do not want. The bastard hit me, threatened my two children and became involved with a ghost. He plotted and schemed against me…to kill me! I won't blame you for this because I am a responsible adult. I refuse to lower myself to the standard at which I have to point fingers and blame someone for what happened. I will not do that, I refuse to!" Sam yelled, trying not to let out everything at once.

"Ghosts! Oh my word, Samantha! This is your entire fault! If you hadn't become involved with that…that…that imbecile and Neanderthal, Daniel all those years back then this wouldn't have happened! I knew he was bad from the moment I laid eyes on him! I told you Samantha! I told you! No you have messed up your life even more! And unlike you, I do point fingers! Because the innocent people do not deserve to have something so embarrassing mixed with their name! I will not let you embarrass me, Samantha!" Mrs. Manson said. That was it. That was the last straw. Sam exploded.

"What the hell are you trying to say! I married the bastard, you friggin bitch! I put up with his crap and your shit for the past couple years! I finally stand up for myself and what do I get except shit in my ears telling me that I shouldn't have defended my children and myself! What the hell is wrong with you? You two only care about your damn reputations! About who says what about you! I don't care! I don't give a shit about you or what you think now! I won't even try and explain to you what really went down! And I still won't blame you! I said I would not be so immature and I won't! You see, as of now, I don't want you calling me! Or writing me! Or trying to friggin control me! Because I am my own woman and I do what I want! I'll make my own decisions! I won't make you or your damn husband step into my way ever again! I'm done with you, bitch! You and the shithead you have for a husband! I got me a good man! A man who has loved me for many years and will forever love me! I WON'T LET YOU DESTROY US AGAIN!! GET OUT OF MY LIFE AND STAY THE HELL OUT!" Sam yelled.

She pushed the end button on the phone as hard as she could and held control of herself before she flung the phone away. She was trembling slightly from the rush of emotion but oh, how good it felt to just let it all out. She smiled and released her tight grip on the phone. She eased it in her pocket and leaned against what was left of her counter. She ran her hand through her hair. Finally, she got that off her chest.

"I'm glad you did that," Danny's voice drifted to her ears. She turned to see him enter the kitchen, hands in pockets looking perfect, as if he hadn't been in a fight.

"Damn your ghost genes," she said to him with a smile. He walked over to her, stopping to stand in front of her.

"Don't worry, you look perfect too," he said, raising a hand to caress her cheek. She leaned into his hand, feeling like a cat being petted. He placed his palm against her cheek and stared at her face. Sam watched as his eyes took in every detail of her. Her heart started beating faster as her emotions ran crazy in her body. She shifted a little and he immediately grabbed her waist as if trying to catch her if she was falling.

"You don't have to worry anymore, Danny. He's gone…we can finally be…together. No one else is here that can stop us…right?" She asked, looking up into his eyes. His beautiful icy blue eyes.

"I'm not going to go, at least not without you. It's finally done, Sam. Really, no one else is left to prevent us from moving forward with our life. And it is our life. And we can control it," he said, still staring at her, dazzled. Her lips twitched as she looked at his. Couldn't they just kiss already?

"So…can you stop saying that you don't deserve me? Because you do. I don't know where you got that idea from, it should have been me saying I don't deserve you. You're a, dare I say it, a hero," she said. Danny shook his head.

"Stop saying crap. I love you and now I know that what I was saying was stupid…or maybe it was just because the person I thought was best for you ended up trying to kill you. I was proved wrong," she said. She wrapped her arm around his waist and pulled him closer. He could feel her legs between his and he liked that.

"I'm glad you were proven wrong," she said as she kissed his neck, gently. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed her hot kisses which made a chain around half of his neck. It felt good to hand over the control to her.

"Kiss me," he said huskily. She pressed her hips against his as she teased him with her lips. She kissed his top lip, and then his bottom as if she were a ghost, so softly that it was impossible to tell if she had truly kissed him. She laughed against his lips. It felt good to be in control. She could hear him repeat "kiss me", whispering against her torturing lips. She moved her legs from between his and he moved her up to the counter. She trapped him to her with her legs and buried his head in her chest. She smiled at the torture she knew he was feeling. He lifted his head and she pressed her lips to his, unexpectedly. He responded immediately. His hands dropped to her waist to keep her to him and her good hand went up to his hair to play with it.

The kiss deepened as their tongues faced off, erotically. The room was getting hot and there was the sudden urge to throw off their clothes.

He pulled away and rested his head against her shoulder as he breathed hard. Her chest moved with his. They were in sync. He laughed quietly.

"I love how you do that," he said.

"I know you do. Get me off of the counter, please. I hurt all over," she said.

"Just one more," he said and kissed her. He smiled into the kiss, against her lips and she burst into laughter. He kissed her, shortly and then pulled away, moving her cautiously from the counter to the floor. It was time for her to visit the hospital.

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It was how many months for her and the pain and how many months it took to plan the wedding…she didn't know, but it was long and there was Danny. There was always Danny. He didn't have a curfew and he didn't have to sneak in and out…though that was what he was best at. It was just her and him…and Tucker…and Jazz…and Shaire…and Zoey. And oh, how could she forget Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, her wonderful, supportive parents. They had been there when she had gotten to the hospital after the ghost incident at her house and they visited everyday with Jazz. Tucker too. Sometimes he snuck in with Shaire and Zoey after hours to see her, until he bribed the nurse, who turned out to be Valerie and then started dating her. Danny was allowed to be with her as long as he wanted.

Her parents…correction…Mr. and Mrs. Manson, were cut out of her life; she didn't invite them to her wedding. They would only bring hatred. Danny's family was her family.

Sam looked at herself in the mirror. She had cut her hair the way she liked it. Her simple blue dress was the prettiest thing. Her fashion interest didn't drift back to Gothic, but she never wore pink or light colours…well, except for her lovely blue dress.

Zoey fixed her midnight black dress and blinked at her beautiful reflection in the mirror. She had resorted to as little make-up as possible for the wedding, since Jazz insisted that all the females wear some amount of make-up. Nate said she looked very beautiful and he was waiting for her outside. They were just best friends now. The kissing never worked out.

Jazz flitted about Sam, correcting this and tucking that and being the perfectionist everyone knew her to be. Sam didn't even have to lift a finger. Jazz lifted them for her. Jazz had basically assigned herself the task of running Sam's life, or making it as easy as she could. She dealt with the lawyers and Ben's will, which ended up in Sam getting the other house he had not in another city and all of his money and cars. She ended up selling the house and buying one in Cambridge for Sam and Danny to live in…with their kids of course. She brought Zoey and Shaire to school when she won the argument with Sam. She would pick them up too. She was also the one to plan the entire wedding. See what I mean about lifting Sam's fingers for her?

Shaire was the only man in the room and he oohed and aahed at all the beautiful women around him, especially Sam. Valerie picked him up and swung him out of the room, saying they were going to leave Sam alone for a minute to think and that she was going to take him to Uncle Tuck.

With much fussing from Jazz, everyone soon left the room for exactly five minutes, just to let Sam have her private thoughts and to try to get herself calm. Exactly five minutes. Jazz would time it down to the second.

Sam looked at herself and smiled. She knew they didn't want to leave her alone, that's why Jazz was timing it, but she was glad they did. She grinned at the mirror as she thought that after today, her life would be complete. She wouldn't feel so terrible again. No, she would never have second thoughts about this wedding. He was what she wanted and vice versa.

The door was flung open and Jazz bustled in. She hadn't allowed more than one second over the five minutes to pass. Mrs. Fenton, Valerie and Zoey followed. For some unknown, strange reason, Jazz looked perfect, despite her hustling and bustling and twisting and turning.

"Mom! It's time!" Zoey squealed as she embraced Sam. Sam stood up and smiled with all of them.

"You look perfect, Sam Fenton," Maddie said.

"Thank you, mom, it was all Jazz," Sam replied, pointing at the beautiful red-head. Jazz fanned away the adoration and motioned for Sam to get going.

"It'll all be for nothing if you get in there late," Jazz said.

"Ok, ok. I'm moving," Sam said as she made her way to the door. She floated down the stairs and outside.

It was absolutely gorgeous outside. The sun was shining brightly but not burning everyone. The wind ruffled her hair slightly and she smiled and stepped confidently down the aisle. The song started playing and everyone stood up and turned to face her. There was a small amount of people and they were all smiling. She knew most of them. The others were friends and family of a few of her friends and family and she welcomed them all.

She could see Danny at the front, with Tucker and Jack at his side, waiting for her. She smiled brightly. It was indeed a wonderful day. She stopped at the front and faced Danny. Zoey and Jazz assembled themselves behind Sam and beamed at the sight.

"I can't take my eyes from you," he said, staring at her, truly under a spell. He too had cut his hair. He looked less dangerous now with his usual shaggy cut. She reached her hand forward and ran her hand through his hair. He grinned.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I wuv you too," he said and pulled her to him. He kissed her and everyone started buzzing.

"I thought that was supposed to be after the wedding," Sam giggled against his lips. He smiled and kissed her again.

"I simply couldn't wait."

THE END

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