Hellbreaker, that's a good question and in my stories it always seems to be more of a Sam thing with Danny pretty close to the same, in the show I would think that both of them can be stubborn to a point that it causes a fight, but they always get back together.


It's never too late to get back up again,
One day you will shine again,

Months later Sam stood at the entrance of the house, her small form blooming rather nicely at her fourth month. She wasn't big, but she wasn't small. The pair had begun to wonder if halfa babies grew faster than humans as she looked closer to her sixth month. The Goth was a small woman, but she had big enough hips that her pregnancy would be rather easy. She still couldn't talk, in fact it seemed that the Goth had even given up trying even after the last few doctor visits.

"Hey," Danny whispered as he looked up from the experiment he had been working on. Danny and Sam stayed far from each other, Danny yearning for the Goth. Sam felt the same way, but knew that if she gave him indication that she wanted him that the halfa would use it to get her back. She couldn't risk that. She waved politely. "Everything okay?" She nodded. "Did you need something?" Sam shook her head before disappearing back into the house. It was so strange, being so close and yet knowing that they were a great distance apart. Sighing she headed for her room, the one that was as close as she would ever get to her halfa.


Danny sighed, his hands stopping as he thought of the woman upstairs. He could feel that she was torn, her attitude cold and yet he could feel it. There was yearning, whether it was for the closeness that making love brought them or something else he knew she needed him. He didn't know what to do. He was torn himself between wanting to go to her and refusing to be with her when she claimed no love for him. He wasn't sure about that either.

She loves me, but I have no way to get her to prove it. He could get love from her by getting her in bed, but that would be a hollow thing as she could claim that it was the moment, the passion. Shaking his head he tried to work again only to throw down his work to stand and head for the door. He wasn't standing by for this. He had stood by for the last few months, watching as Sam struggled, her morning sickness gone, but for some reason she didn't eat like he thought she should. It also seemed that she had been putting makeup on, something that his Sam never did, not like she was now. Sam was Goth so eyeliner and such was fine, but she was putting on heavy base and he had a feeling it had to do with the dark circles he had seen under her eyes.

He walked up the stairs quickly, his intent to catch her off guard and have his way with her. Moving quickly he sought her out in the one place that she had been going every night. Her room. The light was off, but he knew there was no way she could be asleep. Moving into the darkness he quickly found the bed with her on in, her back to him. He moved with stealth as he crept over to her, his body making the bed sink. Before she could even make a move his hands had hers over her head, his mouth crashing down on hers. It felt so good, both of them enjoying a feeling they had been denied.

You may be knocked down but not out forever,
Lose our way, we get back up again,

At first it seemed like the Goth under him was moving to push him off, but her body arched under his, her lower half pushing into his and the male holding her down nearly came undone. She was hot, her mouth opening to invite him in. He could feel her trying to force him to release her and then he was holding nothing as she went intangible. Her hands were on him, moving up and down. She touched every muscle, her eyes relaying all that he needed to know with her lack of vocals.

"Sam, I have wanted to be with you for so long," he whispered. She stopped, her finger covering his lips. She didn't want to hear that. She didn't want to know his feelings, she just wanted to feel him. Allowing her hands to grab at his clothing she phased them off of him before doing the same to what little she had on. Laying on the clothing would have been uncomfortable, but they were both so far gone that it didn't even register...


Danny shot up, his breath fogging out in front of him. Looking around at the dark room he found no one there, but as his breath fogged out again he stood, pulling on his pants quickly to search for the ghost lurking nearby. Sam turned over, her belly cumbersome as she tried to get comfortable again.

So get up, get up

"Hello, Goth girl," a voice whispered next to her face. Amethyst eyes opened wide, a scream actually leaving her lips before a quick strike to the face silenced her. Danny rushed back into the room to find Sam gone, a struggle evident from the sheets layout. They were everywhere and yet there was no note, no way to tell where the Goth had gone, but there was one thing that Danny knew. He had heard the Goth scream. Rushing back to the front hall he looked around, the chill gone from the air.

"Sam! SAM!" He could feel the fear, the fear that his beloved and their unborn child were in danger and there was nothing he could do for them!


Darkness, that was all that was visible to me when I opened my eyes. The first thought came that I was blind now, but then I threw that thought away. There was no way that I would go blind if I could see the light coming through what could only be a blindfold. With that fear gone I remembered what had happened.

"Ember," I whispered, my voice breaking with the word. I could talk, but not very well with the pain my throat was feeling. It was like my throat was on fire, the burning making me want a drink. "Show yourself!" I cried out forcing my pained throat even more. I knew that if I did that then I might lose my voice again, but I was willing to take that chance if it meant that I could get out of here!

"Chill out, freak," came a response, the voice the the teal haired rocker. "It will be all over soon. This woman doesn't play like her dear old dad did." I blinked. Her father? Who was this? Suddenly I felt hands on me, the rope around my wrist falling off allowing blood to circulate painfully. I could feel the hard and rocky ground below me so I knew that I wasn't above ground. Undergrowth? Giving myself a mental shake I knew that was stupid. Undergrowth hated humans, so who else...

"Yes, my father, a stupid man, but brilliant in some ways," a soft feminine voice stated, not close enough to me, but close enough that I felt the rocker next to me stiffen. That wasn't a very good sign. Was this a ghost that was more powerful than Pariah?

You gonna shine again

"Who are you?" A strange laugh was heard and I knew who I was up against. "Freakshow?"

"Bingo, little woman, but even more than that because I am not human!" The blindfold was ripped from my eyes, the flash of bright light making me want to cover my eyes, but I refused to, a show of strength. As the light faded, my eyes becoming accustomed to the brightness of the room I found myself looking at a young woman, so skinny I was afraid that she would snap in two. Her long hair was black like mine, but it was so faded. How could that person had made a child, much less a ghost child? I wanted to ask, but I held my tongue refusing to talk to her again.

"I know what you must be thinking, hell, I think your boyfriend was thinking the same thing when he saw me that last time." She wore nothing her father had worn, though her long robe was a blood red. I leaned back as a smell hit me and then it hit me. It was blood on her clothing, the robe was soaked in it! I wanted to move away, but as I moved back one space I hit something solid. During the time that the crazy woman before me had been talking another person had entered the room. I looked up at the hulking form of Skulker, his eyes red instead of green. I looked to Ember and noticed that she was nervous as she too stared at the mechanical ghost.

It's never too late, to get back up again
You may be knocked down, but not out forever,

Was there something going on that I wasn't even aware of? Oh, she's holding Skulker captive! I remembered Danny making a comment about the pair dating, the problem that the ghost male had been having with his rocker girlfriend and it struck me that the teal haired woman was worried for her mate. He was under control while Ember was not, it was a way to keep control of the young woman. Holding love hostage was the way that this woman before her got her way.

"Oh, and Goth girl, I have a task for you," the woman stated as something appeared in her hand. I could see an orb the size of my fist in her hand, the light from it was re-

May be knocked down, but not out forever!


Danny moved quickly behind the Box Ghost, his least expected ally in all this mess. The heavy set ghost had come to him with a complaint about how this new ghost had suddenly shown up and then poof most of the male ghosts had disappeared. When revealed that it was some of the older ghosts, all of them in couples, he had known somehow that it had to be his target, the woman who had Sam. The Box Ghost said nothing as he rushed for the place he claimed just showed up, the place large and crazy...

"You have got to be shitting me," he muttered as he came to a stop before the large building, the large tent to be more precise. Before the halfa was a circus, not just any circus though. No, Gothica. The freaking place that Freakshow had been given as an inheritance from his parents, a place that Danny had been sure he wouldn't have to see ever again. The blue ghost before him pointed to it, too obvious as he told the other ghost to leave, that he would take care of the ghost that haunted the Ghost Zone. How ironic... He had suspected any other ghost, but not one that he had only looked at for a split second, one that Freakshow had warned him from.

This is love callin', love callin', out to the broken,
This is love callin'.

He would save her. It would be a new enemy as he had never truly fought her before, but he would do it because the love of his life and their unborn child were at stake. He would never forgive himself if he lost her again. How many times would he be in this position? How many times would he be able to hold Sam close and feel her heartbeat before another being decided to take her away?

"Never again," he whispered. He would never let her go and he would never give her the chance to walk away from him. He was done playing the nice guy. It was time for the gloves to come off and for him to take that stand.