Hellbreaker, yeah, she seems to get the short end of the stick, but there is a reason in this and soon it will be apparent.

JP4demonking, thank you for the review.


The next morning Sam woke up to find the halfa gone, a small note left on the bed for her. He had gone to fight a ghost, his writing sloppy with how quickly he had written the note. She smiled sadly knowing this would be the last day because she couldn't put him in harm's way again. The fact that more ghosts were attacking had been bad, but now they were attacking in the middle of the night. Danny would soon be so sleep deprived that he wouldn't be able to fight properly. Was that what they were after?

Little did she know, but she was wrong, that the ghosts weren't even after the halfa that caused them so much grief... Her mind went to the dream that had driven her to tears, to the decision that she had ended up making. Walking down the stairs, refusing to use her powers at that point, she began to make something to eat, her stomach rolling with nausea and fear. She was so stressed that looking at her toast, she decided she couldn't eat. Sitting down at the table she laid her head down, still tired from her restless night.

"So, this is how the little Goth prefers to spend her mornings?" came a soft female voice. It was Ember, the small ghost girl smirking as if she had bested the raven haired woman before her. "I thought you would be in bed with your lover, having another session." Sam's eyes narrowed to slits as she stood, transforming quickly. Knowing she couldn't taunt the other female she got into a fighting stance, ready to battle the teal haired woman. As Ember pulled out her guitar, a trick that Sam had grown accustomed to in the Ghost Zone, Sam gathered her energy quickly producing a barrier around her. The ghost before her struck a chord that just bounced off of the shield that the Goth had protected herself with.

"So, you still have your powers, but you aren't as strong as you were before," Ember stated as she turned up her guitar. The issue that the teal haired female had forgotten was that she re-

"Ember! Ember! Ember!" came a loud cry from behind Sam. The Goth turned to find three people behind her, all human, cheering the teal haired woman on. The Goth wanted to know how they had gotten into her house, but before she could even form such a thought the teal hair on the ghost before her grew larger, her power increasing. Sam knew this might be bad, but she wasn't going to give in and powered up farther. As her power coursed through her the raven haired woman began to fight, her fists slamming with accuracy that threw the other female back, her eyes narrowed slits as she fought for her life. She had an idea that the ghost before her was there only to kill her, or to take her prisoner because though Ember was smart she wasn't one to be this smart.

"You little human!" the teal haired girl screamed, her hands releasing the guitar as she threw them into the air. To Sam's surprise more power came from above. It coursed into the teal haired ghost and with each second her hair grew larger making it almost impossible to miss as it flared over her head.

Just great. Not only am I up against someone with infinite power, but I have no way to call for help. Making a split decision she jumped toward the window while going intangible at the same time. Making her way into the skies she tried to move away from the house. Danny would be worried if she wasn't there, but he would be far more upset if the house were a mess and she was missing. Neither would do, but the second choice was worse. Ember followed, but only for a second, her eyes growing wide for two seconds, her mouth open to say something before disappearing. Sam was confused. What had stopped the other female from fighting? Had the lack of destruction made her leave? Or had it been something unseen? Shrugging it off she headed back for her home to find that the former rock wannabe's cheerleaders were also gone.

Just as she de-transformed Danny appeared, his clothing torn and his expression worn out. She wanted to talk to him, well, to communicate with him her choice to leave, but looking at that worn out face she decided to save the "talk" for later giving him a soft hug instead and sitting him down at the table. Maybe if she left a note it would be better? It would be hard to communicate to him her decision only to have him interrupt her and she was sure he would. Giving him some food she avoided touching him or allowing him too close. The halfa gave her a curious look, but seemed to shrug it off as he ate his breakfast.

"Did you already eat?" he questioned as he took another bite of egg. She nodded, her lie one that she regretted, but knew was essential so he didn't worry too much. "Early morning? That's unlike you." She communicated that she had woken up and finding him gone had decided to make him breakfast. "Oh, well thank you." He gave her a soft smile. She knew he wanted to kiss her and she wanted to as well, but she couldn't take that chance. Standing up she let him know she wanted to take a shower. Before he could say more she was gone, this time using her powers to go through the ceiling.


You turned away when I looked you in the eye,
And hesitated when I asked if you were alright,
Seems like you're fighting for you life,

Sam sighed as she followed through with her excuse to him. Stripping down she closed the door the bathroom, an after thought with how many times the couple had ended up in the shower together. Blushing she turned on the water, allowing a thick steam to build up in minutes. Sighing she climbed into the shower, allowing the water to sling and burn as it hit her chilled skin. Her muscles felt tight, like she had done an extreme workout and sure, she had just fought someone who had almost had the upper hand, but she was more stressed from the dream and the lack of sleep since first awakening from the coma.

It had all happened so fast and she was still tumbling. She was glad to be back and she was happy to be with the man she loved, but she wanted to be able to communicate with him and to be able to protect herself. She couldn't quite do either. Her powers were still weak and with no voice she couldn't call for help. Danny was also being used, his fights, more frequent than ever were draining him. He was allowed little sleep and she was sure he was just as worried about her being left alone. This morning had also been another slap as he hadn't woken her up to help him fight. Why? Was he worried that if she were to fight she would fail? Was he worried that with her there and unable to communicate with her voice that she wouldn't be anything but a distraction? Her thoughts and feelings were like one big hurricane in her mind. They swirled and came together with such force that nothing good could get in. All her insecurities came upon her in full force.

The door opened to the bathroom without Sam's noticing and before she could even figure out what was happening she found herself wrapped in a naked embrace with her fiance. He tugged her against him, her back touching his front.

But why? oh why?

"Sam, I love you," he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. "I love you and will love you no matter what happens." Tears began to cloud the Goth's vision, her throat clogging with emotion. She could feel the burn of the tears and the heat of the water and the man holding her. "What's bothering you that you feel the need to push me away?" He knew. He knew that she was trying to pull away and she knew that he wasn't going to let go that easily, his arms tightening around her. Before she could respond, even think of moving her hands to give him a lie he pressed his lips to her shoulder, his lips tickling her skin. It was then that the tears came, her body shuddering as she let the dam break.

They said nothing as Danny turned her around, his lips finding hers with ease as he pushed her back against the wall. The tiles were as cold as he was hot. The contradiction was too much as his hands found her body ready for him. Pulling her close he began to move down, his lips touching her collarbone as he moved lower...


Wide awake in the middle of your nightmare,
You saw it comin' but it hit you outta no where,
And theres always scars
When you fall back far

An hour later found the couple laying in bed again, both sated and complete, but Sam was awake unlike her counterpart who was sleeping peacefully. She looked at him, her partner, her lover, her friend, her other half. She leaned over and kissed his temple making him sigh. She watched him sleep, the words that she wanted to say to him stuck since she couldn't tell him all her fears, all her unease. Kissing him once again she got up and headed for the desk in their room. The screen lit up in seconds after the start, the light mixing with the sunshine that bleed into the room.

I need to do this before I lose my courage. Typing quickly she made a long letter, her emotions left out of it as she began to fill the screen with meaning. It only took moments, but for the Goth it felt like hours, her fear and anxiety making it feel like the man behind her would catch her in moments, but every time she looked behind her he was fast asleep, a small smile playing on his lips. He wouldn't understand, but he would be okay. He would find a woman, one that was normal, one that could give him the love he needed and would be able to call him for help when she was in danger.

She saved it and left it on the screen as she stood. She looked at the bright screen with a sad smile as another tear fell down her pale cheek. Touching it with a kiss she headed to dress. She would leave nothing behind of hers, nothing that he could cling too. It would be final.