Okay, I know it's been a long time and the fact that I'm writing an author's not means it's probably not good news after all this time. For those of you who have read some of the rest of my stories, you already know what's coming, but for the rest of you I'll explain.

Most of these stories were started when I was sixteen or seventeen, and now I'm less than six months away from being 21 and I just don't have the same passion or inspiration for them anymore.

However, for some stories, this one included, I ha several future scenes already written, so I decided that the best way to go about this was to fill in the holes and to give you what I have written. I know it's not the ending you deserve, but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

Sam POV-

The lights of the school went out. Several people screamed. I rolled my eyes, it was just a blown fuse, there was no need to freak out.

"Princess Samantha Genevieve Prevot, we have your school surrounded. Come out in three minutes or we will blow up the school. If anyone tries to evacuate, we will not hesitate to shoot."

'Not a fuse. No no no no no no no no,' I felt all of the color drain from my face. My body felt numb. He had found me. The sound had come from a speaker and I heard the distinct sound of helicopter blades.

Now people were really screaming while the teachers tried to reassure everyone that it would be alright.

For eight years I put up with not knowing what was happening to my parents because at least I was safe, for eight years I lied to my best friends, and now my parents are still in danger and these past eight years have been in vain.

He had found me.

No one, that is, except Danny and Tucker, who immediately followed me out of the classroom.

"Sam, where are you going? I don't think now is a good time to be leaving," Danny tried to tell me, grabbing my arm.

I shook my head, fighting the urge not to cry. I didn't want to say goodbye to them—especially not like this.

"I have to go. It's me he wants and trust me when I say he's not lying when he says he will blow up the school.

"What are you talking about?" Danny asked.

"I don't have time to explain. I'm sorry," a lone tear trailed down my face.

Now wasn't the time to be getting emotional, I had to put on a brave face.

"We're not just going to let you commit suicide and walk out there alone," Tucker insisted.

"If he wanted me dead he would have already bombed the school. Please, I have to do this. I can't let everyone die because of me," I told them.

"Then we'll find another way," Danny said.

"There's no time. Besides…he has my parents," I said, "Please, Danny, I have to go. I'm sorry."

I could see the hurt in his eyes as he hesitantly moved to the side. I had a minute left to get out of the school.

I walked out the front steps with thirty seconds to spare and was immediately grabbed by three of Jacque's goons.

"Wait, I have to guarantee if she is the princess," I heard his voice—slick as motor oil—sneer. It was enough to still send chills down my spine.

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at his snake-like face.

"Ah yes. The spitting image of the queen, except for the hair—that is her father. Hello, Samantha. You know, it took quite a bit of time to find you, the princess protection program hid you well. But, as I told your mother, this was no place on this earth where you could go that I would not find you, so, here I am," he sneered.

I spit in his eye.

He tsked and dabbed the saliva off with a handkerchief, "Such poor manners for a princess," he snapped his fingers and the goons lifted me off the ground.

Under any other circumstances I would have put up a fight, but this was the one sure-fire way I could get back to Amour Ville to save my parents, and I couldn't do that if I was dead.

"Let her go!" I heard at the same time I heard all of the guns cock around me. It was Danny and Tucker's voice. I should have known they wouldn't let me go.

Jacque squinted his beady eyes at them.

"Shoot them," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"No!" I screamed, wrestling from the grasp of the men who were holding me. Jacque looked at me and then back at Danny and Tucker. All of the guns raised at once.

"Stop," he held up a hand again, "We will take them with us. Perhaps they will help to ensure good behavior from the princess."

The men charged at Danny and Tucker, who fought back with everything they had. Unfortunately each of the goons had about 200 pounds on both of them combined and without Danny's powers, they would not be winning this fight. Danny knew that too and he seemed to be on the verge of using his powers—I prayed he wouldn't—the last thing we needed was for Jacque to find out that there was someone even more valuable than me.

"Let her go!" Danny shouted again, landing an elbow into the nose of one of Jacque's men.

"Ah, young love," Jacque sneered, "A touch scrawny, this one, but definitely has the loyalty of a king. It's no matter of course, considering you will all be out of my way soon enough."

Danny's eyes flickered green and I could tell he was about to transform. I couldn't let him do that; not here, not now.

"Danny, don't," I said just barely above a whisper, knowing he would hear me.

Danny looked at me just long enough to make eye contact. The pleading look in my eyes must have convinced him because he lowered his hands from a fighting stance and allowed the men to grab him. Tucker was captured several seconds later.

Danny glared at Jacque murderously as the three of us were handcuffed and loaded into an unmarked black van. We were thrown into the back and the thick doors were closed behind us, separating us from Jacque and his goons. Thankfully this would give me a chance to explain without risk of being overheard.

Immediately after, Danny phased off his handcuffs and mine and Tuckers.

"Come on," Danny stood up, extending his hand so that we could all phase out of here, "We've got to go, now."

"Danny, I can't," I was silent for a moment, collecting my panicked thoughts into a comprehensible sentence. I didn't make eye contact with him, I just looked at my still-shaking hands in my lap. Finally, I sighed, "Not only would they blow up this entire city looking for me, but…I have to save my parents. This is the only way I will be able to have a chance. I understand if you guys want to get out of here, this isn't your fight. But I have to do this. I have been hiding like a coward for too long."

I looked up at him. Danny held my gaze for a few minutes then glanced at Tucker who shrugged, before sighing and sitting down on the floor.

"We're staying with you," he told me finally, which was a relief. I had no idea how I would have done it on my own, "But I think you should tell us exactly what's going on."

I nodded, looking down again, "My real name is Princess Samantha Guinevere Prevot of Amour Ville, and eight years ago I was taken away from my parents when Jacque invaded our country. I was sent to live with the Manson's and forced to take a new identity so that this would never happen. I promise I would have told you guys sooner if I had been allowed."

"So was our entire friendship a lie? Just some kind of act?" Danny sounded angry, but, I could hear the hurt behind his words.

"Absolutely not. Princess or not, you guys are my best friends. You have been my best friends since day one. The only part about my life that was fake was my parents and my last name. Everything else was completely me," I replied, looking him in the eye.

"You don't really act like a princess," Tucker pointed out.

"So I've been told," I chuckled a little despite the circumstances.

We were quiet the rest of the drive, but it did give me time to calm myself down.

Suddenly the van screeched to a halt.

"Quick, put the handcuffs back on," I hissed. Danny easy phased them back onto each of us just before the doors of the van were thrown open.

"Load them into the jet," Jacque ordered one of his burly guards, while looking the three of us over with disgust. His gaze lingered on me slightly longer. I involuntarily cringed as his eyes raked hungrily over my body.

I was hoisted up by my handcuffs so that I dangled in the air effectively popping my shoulder out of socket. I hissed in pain because I refused to give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream.

I couldn't help but wonder why Jacque had kept us alive. Wouldn't it suit him better to just kill us—kill me—right now? If he was keeping us alive, that meant he had something else in mind, something potentially worse, which meant we would all have to be on guard.

This time we were thrown into the back of the jet, and once again, a closed door sealed us away from Jacque and his enforcers.

I winced, rubbing my shoulder.

Danny noticed, phased out of his handcuffs, and walked over to me.

"I think it's out of socket," I told him, wincing again as he touched my shoulder blade.

"This might hurt," he told me apologetically before phasing his hand into my shoulder blade and adjusting the bone so that it fit back the way it was supposed to.

I dug my fingernails into my leg when he moved it.

"Sorry," he grimaced.

"It's okay. Thanks," I told him. When my arm was properly set, the pain receded, "You should probably put your handcuffs back on in case they come back in.

"Remind me again why I can't just use my powers to get us out of here and hijack the plane?" Danny asked, but did as I asked and put the handcuffs back on.

"Because we can't risk them finding out about you. Besides, when we get there, I have a plan," I told him, sounding a lot more confident than I felt considering I was lying.

I didn't really have a plan, or I didn't really have a good plan. I knew at some point, we would be put into prison with my parents, that's when we would need Danny's powers. However, whatever happens after that would be impossible to determine at this point.

"Okay, Sam," Danny relented, "I trust you."

That was a great relief, to know that, even after all I had been keeping from them, he still trusted me.

"Why don't we all get some sleep," I suggested, "We're going to need our strength when we get to Amour Ville in the morning."

Danny and Tucker agreed pretty quickly, and the three of us laid down. It was uncomfortable with the handcuffs but after a few minutes I heard Tucker's snoring, but I knew Danny was still awake, lost in thought.

I didn't call him out on it; instead, I just rolled over onto my side and fought with my own restlessness.