Hellbreaker, yeah, but everybody has insecurities that can become stronger when put in an unfamiliar situation.
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We lose our way,
We get back up again
In the weeks that followed it seemed that the once exuberant, playful halfa became moody, his fights short and to the point. Sam had moved back home,well, she moved in with the Fentons as her parents never came to see her, her dismissal final when he showed up at her door that same day. He had been more than irate, he had been frustrated and pissed the hell off. He hadn't understood her choice, her decision to leave him when everything had been perfect. Motioning with her hands she related to him what had already been in her letter.
'I already told you what needed to be said,' she signed in aggravation. She would have refused to see him, but knowing the halfa she was sure he show up in her room. She had been so tempted to move into his room, but knew that it was a bad idea, her choice to sleep in Jazz's old room safer for her heart and mind. Looking at him now she knew she had thrown him for a loop, but she was sure he would find someone else, someone stronger than her. She realized that it wasn't just the lack of talking, it was the fact that she was weak without her voice. She wasn't whole. Strength was one thing, but with her powers she would have that strength. She needed her voice to help him, to let him know if someone were attacking him or she couldn't get to him in time.
If Valerie weren't already taken I would think she would have made a better choice. She was sure there was another woman out there, one that could fight with the halfa, or at least be a better mate for him.
"Sam, I don't understand what's gotten into you," he cried out in frustration. "I love you and you love me, there is no way around that!" He couldn't make her see reason and it was making him all the more frustrated, but he wasn't going to give up. The raven haired female began to sign again, her movements smooth as if she were calm. Danny didn't know how much she wanted to cry, how hurt she was or how much her body ached with even standing there lying to him. She signed that love was a fleeting thing when the pieces didn't match up. "Sam, we fit perfectly! There was never any better match!"
It's never too late to get back up again,
One day you will shine again,
'How about you and Paulina, you seemed to think that was perfect too or Valerie,' she signed. 'I was never the perfect match for you. You will find her and you will love her more than you ever loved me.' Taking a step back she shut the door, the tears welling in her eyes. She leaned against the cold wood of the door for only seconds before sucking it up and heading for the stairs. Maddie stuck her head out from the lab, watching the Goth walk stiffly past her and up to her new room. Sighing the ghost fighter looked at the door where she could still hear her son, his tears silent, but in that silence she could hear the pain. Danny loved Sam and the Goth loved her Phantom. They were the perfect couple, even with as long as it had taken them to get back together.
She was tempted to go to the Goth and ask, but she knew that the raven haired woman wouldn't talk to her, not about trouble that she herself had seemed to cause. Sighing again she closed the door to the lab as the door shut upstairs. Sam was sitting at the computer, her curtains closed against the sun that was now setting. It had been hours, her halfa sleeping through the move and after with little signs of waking up. She would have been hurt had she been a normal woman, but as someone used to his fighting she wasn't. She knew he was exhausted and was glad that he had slept for so long. She had cried when she first got here, well, after she had talked to his parents. They had agreed to house her, their hope that she would come to her senses the reason behind that. Sam wasn't going to stick around long. She would find a place to move, her money from the trust fund giving her the means.
I will find a place close by so that I can still help with the fighting, but only after he has cooled down. She didn't want to keep him riled up, but she knew he would always be mad when he saw her. His former best friend turned fiance, turned ex-everything. Sighing she began to type, her laptop propped up so she could express her feelings in the one way she knew how. The Fentons had found it in the stuff her parents had tried to throw out. Giving it to her after she woke up from her coma had given her release. The previous entries both in video and in type. She had gone back over some of them, seeing herself as she had been as a kid, a teen, and now a woman. She hadn't changed that much and yet she had changed so much.
Clicking away she failed to notice the chill in the room, the familiar cold ignored as she expressed herself.
Danny growled low as he flew by his house, another ghost stalking the area outside his parents home gone back to the Ghost Zone. It had started becoming more frequent and yet not like they had before. Most of the attacks before had been as far from his house as possible and then they centered around his parents house. What had changed? Sure, some of the attacks took him away from the house, but others were around the same area. Sam had moved a few weeks back, but she still went over to his parents every few weeks, her visits so frequent that Danny wondered what was going on. His parents refused to get in the middle of it, claiming that even though the pair was separated that they would never begrudge her a visit.
At first it had made him so angry. His parents were supposed to be on his side! They weren't supposed to want to hang around the woman that had broken his heart, but as the weeks went by he found some comfort in her presence, the fact that she even wanted to be near the place he had grown up in. The strange part was that when she was close he felt comfort, but as soon as she was gone, the Goth having moved further out of the city, he felt that anger and frustration return with double the power.
You may be knocked down,
But not out forever,
In the last month Sam had come to fight with him, but the halfa had been too mad to accept her help, telling her to go home, to leave him in peace. At first she had ignored him, but as the weeks progressed she took his anger, his refusal as fact and stopped helping. That was about the time she started going over to his parent's home. Rubbing his head as another headache began to form he floated down into his room. The place was a mess, the halfa finding little time to actually clean his room with all the ghost fighting and also the lack of will to do so. Sitting on his bed he looked at the photo album that was poking out from under his bed.
Lose our way,
Sam wasn't doing much better, her tears still falling, but now it was for more than the loss of the halfa. It was because she had found out a very inopportune surprise. Touching her flat stomach she smiled. It may be inopportune, but that's didn't mean she was unhappy. Sighing she got up from her chair. She had gone to see the Fentons for the last few weeks, hoping that with each visit she would get the courage to tell them because just the thought of telling Danny made her heart stop and tears well up.
She was so afraid. Not for her, no, she was far beyond the ghosts detection, if anything they had given up on her. No, she was worried for her unborn child and for Danny. This was another person that would be affected by who their father was. This child would be hunted down by ghosts like Skulker and other ghosts that would want to use the child as bait for the halfa. She had to keep this to herself, something that only she should know, but at the same time she knew that was wrong. Danny deserved to know that he was a father and she wanted to tell him, but at the same time she would let him know how it would be. There would be rules and guidelines.
We get back up again,
*Somewhere in the Ghost Zone*
"I don't know what your plan is, but I don't see it working very well," Spectra remarked looking at the shadows of the room. There was a throne, very obvious even with as dark as it was in the room. Behind the throne the abyss that was the Ghost Zone swirled and moved.
"You underestimate my ways," came a soft voice. "You are well versed in misery, right Spectra?" The redhead nodded, her eyes narrowing at the shadow, the new ghost in the Zone. She had yet to meet the ghost face to face, but she knew that she was rather intelligent. "Then you should know that when two people in love break up over something as stupid as insecurities that mean nothing to the other partner that there is bound to be misery, something you so enjoy in making."
"Your point?"
"Breaking them up was the hard part, now on to the easy part. Revenge." A glow of red flashed from the throne as a deep chuckle echoed through the room. "And what sweet revenge it should be."
