Sorry for the late update. Been having a shitty time getting AT&T to set up our phone, only when my husband threatened to go to COX did they actually try to keep us with promises of getting us set up in three days with a month worth of free internet and phone. So freaking happy to be back. Have been working on new stories, ones that will be released with the ending of at least one current story. Once again, sorry for the late update. Thanks for hanging on, and for those worried about the stories endings, they are only complete when I change the status so if it doesn't list it as complete it is not done.

Amandacharlene, nope. Not yet.

Hellbreaker, this is all true and now to find out what happened.

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The Goth felt her heart shudder, the thought that he was going to get down on one knee here of all places when she couldn't give him a proper answer making her upset and yet at the same time if felt like something that had been a long time in coming, something she had wanted and yearned for forever. It felt so wrong and yet so right that when he finally had the small box she felt the tears of frustration leak from her eyes. He looked so perplexed at the sudden waterworks that he paused, a hesitation she was aware was her fault. She force a smile to her lips as she waited for him to continue.

"Samantha Manson, I love you with all my heart and soul, something that has taken this clueless guy too long to figure out. Will you marry me?" She nodded, the feeling of frustration still there, but the overwhelming rightness of the moment filling her with the need to be with him even if she still felt so bereft with the lack of vocals. He smiled, his ease making her grin more as he pulled her close, her own body still worn out, but that didn't matter as his lips fell on hers in a soul restoring kiss. As she kissed him back she failed to realize that they had an audience.

I'm not afraid to let it out

"Finally," came the familiar voice of Tucker as he stepped forward, his own eyes sparkling with tears of joy while the woman at his side sighed with contentment. Danny's parents stood in the back, both of their smiles making her feel better that her own parents had failed to show themselves. Something struck the woman at that moment, her eyes going wide in shock. Sam made an attempt to talk and remembering that she had no voice looked around. When her eyes fell on a pen laying on the counter she began to write. It was one word, a name, that she wrote on her gown.

"Paulina?" The halfa pulled back, his eyes growing dark at the remembrance of the now dead teen. It seemed that she had been dead for a long time, the first blast killing her and then Freakshow bringing her back to finish the task. She had only been used as she had done for so long. In the end she had helped them, but it had been too late for her when Sam had been saved. The Hispanic woman had fled, the other woman, the one that resembled Freakshow disappearing in seconds leaving the dead freak bleeding out his death on the grounds. "She's gone, as is the other teen woman and, well... Freakshow is dead." When Sam attempted to vocalizing what she wanted she remembered that she couldn't. It was so hard to remember her lack of voice. Danny handed her some paper that lay on the far counter.

'I could care less about him, though I wanted another hit at him. I know that Paulina was a bitch, her attempts to rid the world of me extreme, but she tried to help us at the end, releasing me when no one else could,' she wrote, her handwriting neat even when she rushed her words. Danny had to agree that the Hispanic had helped them out, but if she hadn't done it to begin with then Sam wouldn't have been in the situation she was in. More writing. 'She made up for it.'

"Sam, they're gone and they should never bother us again." She sighed. She felt that she should heed his advice and take the moment to enjoy the peace, it would never last. It never did in Amity. It was a literal ghost town. "You will have to stay here for another night of observation, you know, to ensure that everything is okay, but then you can come home." She felt there was more to his words, but she wasn't sure how to make him say it since she couldn't prod him. Funny thing though. It was like the halfa felt her thoughts as he took both of her hands. "Though you could come live with me now."

The Goth smiled, her heart warming at his gesture. He really wanted to have her close. Suddenly doubt clouded her mind. Was he doing this to protect her? It hit her then that she hadn't tried to see how her powers were healing. Sometimes when she overexerted herself her powers failed to work.

"Your powers are fine," he stated. "You've been in a coma for the last few months." The raven haired woman grew still, her eyes wide as she looked at her fiance. She had been out for more than a few days or weeks? How had that happened? He said nothing, the look of fear in his eyes telling her the truth.

"You were pretty close to death, Sam," Jazz stated. "It was touch and go for a moment there." Sam looked down at her pale fingers, the pain still there even though she had been out for so long time. Her body was still healing and yet she couldn't believe that she had made it out alive. She had remembered those moments in the dome, the heat scorching her skin and the pain that had filled her entire being as she tried to keep calm, tried to keep herself alive. She had felt life leaving her as her powers began to fade. It had been so close and those last moments with Danny had been her one saving grace. She had wanted him to know how much she loved him and how sorry she was that she had been gone for so long.

It had been so hard looking at him and knowing that with all the time he had waited she was still leaving him, again against her will. She wanted to live, but her body couldn't take it anymore and had started to shut down. It was as if the halfa at her side could feel all the questions, his hands squeezing hers, but he didn't say a word. She looked up again, her eyes trying to meet his, but the dark haired male refused to meet her probing gaze.

"Danny saved you," Maddie stated when no one made a move to speak, to tell the young woman how she had lived past her death. "He gave you en-"

"Mom, don't." It was a warning and it was ignored as the redhead walked over to her son, her hand resting on his shoulder and giving him the look she gave him whenever he stepped over the line. Her stare warned him that she wasn't going to stand by and let him leave Sam guessing as to how she had lived. It was torture for someone who wanted to know that she hadn't just been lucky and the Goth didn't believe in luck. She would want to know.

"She deserves to know, Danny." Maddie turned to Sam, a soft smile on her face. "Danny lent you his powers for several days, keeping your body alive while doctors tried to help you. They couldn't do anything, hell, the idiots pronounced you one of the walking dead like your life had no meaning. No amount of money could change their mind." She looked at her son, a gaze full of love and pride as her husband stepped forward.

"They gave Danny grief for even trying to support you when they couldn't keep you alive with their life support systems." The Goth's mouth flew open, her amethyst eyes locking with his as she forced him to release her. She reached for him, her hands shaking as her energy dwindled, but she refused to stop her grasping. Finally he moved forward, giving her his face. She smiled, her naked lips twisting into the smile that had stopped his heart on many occasions. He could see the love in her eyes, the look of pride and thanks that reflected back at him.

"I couldn't let you go, not after we were finally reunited." The pair stood there gazing into each other's eyes as their family and friends left the room to give them some solitude.


It was noon the next day when the doctors allowed her to leave, their mouths shut through the whole ordeal. They should have been thankful that the Goth couldn't talk because if she had been able to she would have given them a sound verbal beating. A letter would suffice once she got home, well, once she joined Danny at his home. As he carried her out of the large white building she looked up, her eyes resting on the red cross that meant so much to so many people and yet so little to others. Her own kind had failed her while the one person most had feared and tried to destroy had stuck by her side.

Looking up at the man in question as he took to the skies she leaned against him, her amethyst eyes taking in all of his looks, his green eyes glowing brightly as he took her home. He had been so impatient for them to release her, his boots wearing a hole in the floor with his pacing. She smiled again at the image of him pacing the small room. She had become rather impatient too, her need to be with the man before her so great that she had snapped at several of the staff when they tried to keep her there longer. It had taken all of her willpower not to take one of them down at one point, Danny having headed out for a soda. When he had come back the poor nurse had been near tears as she fled the room.

Amazingly he hadn't asked her what was wrong. He must have thought that with no voice she couldn't make them cry, but Sam had found a way to make her feelings known without a voice to vocalize them. Cuddling closer to him she allowed her hero to speed up, both anxious to be alone.


Days later found Sam feeling more than a little frustrated. She had moved in with her halfa, but even though she wasn't in pain anymore it was hard to get the ghost fighter to handle her with more strength and less tenderness. She had waited years to be with him, even though most of the time she hadn't been aware of his presence. She had known there was someone though, someone who was calling for her, even if she hadn't remembered his face. His name, Phantom, had stuck with her. Frowning she went on the prowl for her fiance, finding the man in question in his lab, well, the lab that was being completed. It would be almost an exact replica of his parents, with a ghost portal and everything. He was looking rather perplexed about something though, his features dark as he looked at what appeared to be a blueprint.

'What's wrong?' she inquired pulling out a pen and pad as she moved to his side, her complaint forgotten as she looked over his shoulder. He let out a sigh.

"It will take them at least another week to complete everything since the machine required to make the portal is hard to locate." He sighed again. "My parents seem to have lost it." No surprise there since Jack was known for his notorious pack ratting. He probably put it in the storage somewhere in the back since the couple had made the portal several years back. The Goth wasn't sure what to say about that. It sucked that he couldn't have better access to the Ghost Zone as early as possible, but she figured that he would be fine for another week. She wondered as to his frustration when it hit her. He was as frustrated as her!

The question was What to do about it?