Hellbreaker, I might give that plot a try, you know, if it hits me with a good storyline, but that would make a rather odd story.

sammansonrepilica, yeah it was cruel, but that is how some parents can be.


As the days progressed Sam seemed to remember more and more of her life, little pieces though and nothing to link her to him. Even as the time passed with them spending plenty of time together, the female Goth failed to even really connect with him, refusing at every turn to talk about anything meaningful. The halfa was getting frustrated with her lack of communication as he wanted her to remember her life and had assumed that she would love to have those memories back.

Every Time he saw her he would ask her questions or mention something they had done together and with every prod she would shrug, as if it were nothing or give him a one word answer. She didn't seem to want to have much to do with him or maybe it was just her past was too much at this point.

"Why do you do that?" she questioned one day when Danny had left her alone, his questions muted by his concern for the Goth that seemed reluctant to remember her own past. He looked at her in confusion. "Why do you care so much about what I remember?"

"Because I l- care about you alot and believe that you should have those memories back. Don't you feel upset about that? Don't you want to remember those good times?" Her brow rose in question and Danny remembered that she wasn't remembering the good memories at all, not that he was aware of. "You don't remember anything good, do you?" She shook her head.

"I remember nothing about you, or your family, not of the one you call Tucker. The only thing I remember is my parents and they aren't someone I would like to meet in a dark alley and I fight ghosts, Danny. This just isn't my home anymore, the Ghost Zone is." He shook his head now, moving to stand before her. He took her by her upper arms, his fingers gently holding her still.

"Sam, you aren't a part of that place, that place is for people who can't move on, the dead that have something more left to stay for!" he stated firmly. "You are only a halfa like me and that means you aren't to that point yet." She blinked at him, her ametyst gaze locked with his ice blue gaze. She could see the love in his eyes, the yearning that filled his gaze. Was that for her? Did he love her?

"Were we dating or something?" she questioned, the halfa before her face faulting as he fell back. "You seem to care so much about me and yet there is more to this, isn't there?" Was he that easy to read? Could she see that by looking at him or was there something else that made her believe that there was more on his side. "Why can't you tell me? Am I wrong because I don't think I am."

Danny had no response to that because even though he knew how he felt about the Goth he wasn't sure how she would react without her memory. She couldn't accept his feelings if she didn't remember him to go with them. Sam waited and when it seemed that he wouldn't give her an answer she turned to head back into the lab where the pair had trained on and off every few days when they weren't fighting ghosts. The halfa allowed her to leave, his torn look a response that she accepted at that point because she herself wasn't sure how she felt about him. She was sure there was love for her in those eyes, but she knew that the question had thrown him. As the halfa watched her leave he remembered all the times they had spent together, the days before she had disappeared... the days that he had been sure that she felt something more than friendship for him.

Following her into the house moments later he failed to notice the ghost that hovered over him, his red eyes watching the halfa disappear into the house.

"Soon, soon she will run from you and what will you do then, halfa?"


The next morning Sam lay in her bed, the one that was at the foot of Danny's own bed, the blow up mattress a relief to the Goth from her nights laying on the cold floor of her cell. Making a small sound she rolled over, her body scrunching up into a fetal position.

Before the Goth stood Danny, his form much younger than it was at that point and he was looking rather amused at something that Tucker was saying, something that apparently she wasn't supposed to hear as the pair of men looked to her in shock and a bit of anger she could tell.

"What are you doing here?" Tucker inquired of her. "I thought you were hanging out with Elliot today." She shook her head. Behind her several students walked by, their talking loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to bother them.

"No. Who is Elliot?" she questioned in confusion. The halfa behind the techno-geek smirked, as if he held some secret.

"Oh, I forgot you don't know about his true identity " Danny said as he approached her, his ice blue eyes drilling into her. "His name is Gregor, but his real name is Elliot. He scammed you, Sam. I thought you were smarter than that." Her eyes narrowed, but not in anger as she eyed the pair before her.

"I don't know who this Gregor is, but I can assure you that I was coming to hang out with your sorry asses and now I'm sorry," she spat as she turned from them. "When you guys are done having a little chuckle you can find me at my house." Walking away she could still hear them as the pair inquired about her sudden mood swing and her forgotten boyfriend, Elliot. "I don't know what they are talking about, but they are such asses." As she walked down the street she found that it was so unfamiliar to her and she began to question how she knew her two friends, but nothing else in the world.

"So, the Goth keeps on going, huh?" came a female's voice from behind. "Pity, I was hoping that the trip into that place would kill you, but it seems that pests just don't die." Before Sam could turn and look at the person talking, the voice unfamiliar to her ears, a sharp pain embedded itself into her back. Trying to reach for it was useless, but the pain was unbearable so trying to rip it from her back she ended up turning around to face her attacker.

"Why?" she questioned as the person smirking at her pulled out another blade, this one more of a dagger, the tip shining in the brightness of the sun. The person didn't say a word as they pulled out a gun, the small gun shooting behind her before the figure pushed her into it, the blade finding her side just before it all went black.

Sam sat up, a scream tearing from her throat at the pain and the betrayal she felt still there, though the pain was fading. She looked at the man hovering over her, his blue eyes filled with worry, but she wasn't sure if it was real anymore as she threw her hands before her, the small Goth transforming as she powered up.

"Get back!" she warned just as the door burst open to reveal his parents. They stopped, their collective gazes falling on the scene in confusion. "Stay away from me!" The hafla looked at the Goth before him in confusion, hurt filtering into his ice blue gaze.

"Sam, I won't hurt you," he whispered as he leaned toward her. A blast was released at that point and Danny was thrown back. As his parents rushed to his side Sam took that time to stand up, taking a step away from the family before him.

"That's what you say, but you were the one that did this," she hissed.

"What are you talking about, Sam?" Maddie inquired as her son stood up, his own gaze asking the same question. "Danny does all that he can to protect his friends, hell, he search-" She was cut off as Sam threw the window behind her open.

"I saw him," she spat as she pulled down the jumpsuit, her bra covering her bosom, but that's not what drew everyone's gaze. No, it was the scar on her side, the one that wasn't very big, but it was very noticeable. "He left me with two mementos and I will never forget that." Turning from them she jumped from the window, the Fentons watching in confusion before the older couple looked down at their son.

"I wou-"

"We know, son," Jack stated. "The question is who could get close enough to her to do that? Sam is not big on human contact or closeness, so who got close enough to her that she let her guard down?" The halfa nodded as he looked toward the window, the fear, worry, anger, and love all mixing into one strong emotion. He would find out and when he did he would bring them down.


Sam didn't know where she was going, but she was getting away from that halfa that had stabbed her! Flying high over Amity she noticed the spot she had come from, the tree that stood next to the space her initial hiding spot. Somehow that tree seemed so familiar, like a space that she had found comfort from.

"Hmmm..." Setting down before the tree she looked up, the sun shining higher in the skies now, the bright light too much to the Goth as she moved under the shade of the tree, her gaze falling on the branches hidden in the foliage of the tree. Smiling softly she began to float before a thought, a moment flickered in her mind. Stopping she de-transformed and began to climb the tree. The leaves tickled and the branches creaked with the added weight, but Sam was back in the time that she had been a teen, everything so enjoyable, well, 'cept for going home. Home had been a nightmare at times. Her parents had been condescending and forceful, but there had been times she had felt that her home life was perfect and that was when her grandmother stepped in.

Her grandmother had loved her regardless of her gender and what she came to be. She had been proud of her for being an individual.

What happened to her? Had her grandmother died during her absence or had she lived on wondering what had happened to her granddaughter? Sighing she looked out over the town, her eyes taking in the place that Danny claimed was her home. "What's so great about it? What makes it my home?"