AN: Whoo-hoo! It's done! You guys have no idea how long it took for me to figure out how to start this story. Now you might be asking why is most of the prologue in italics? Well, that's because most of it takes places inside of Sam's head, like an internal monologue. The only part that doesn't, the last part, is not in italics. I'm sorry if that annoys anyone. Yep. So here we go. My highly convoluted next generation Danny Phantom fanfiction.

Danny Phantom doesn't belong to me, however this fanfiction, Erik, Selene, Solaria, Kale, Kyle, Daryl, Tara, July, Clair, Breed, Chara, and the Demon Lord all do belong to me. Steal them and suffer a horrible, horrible fate. Involving a room with a moose, most likely.

Raison D'Etre

Prologue

Danny Fenton proposed to me today.

I had been suspecting that he would for awhile now, but I have to say that it still took me by surprise. No matter how old that boy gets, he still wears his emotions on his sleeve. He was being nervous all week, so I knew something must have been up, and judging from the way he eyed me, I knew it must have involved me.

While I'm not much of one to obsess over jewelry, the ring he got for me was all too perfect. It wasn't diamond, and it wasn't one of those hideously gaudy, oversized wedding rings either. It was a simple silver band with an amethyst set inside of a star shaped holder. He said he bought it because it reminded him of my eyes.

We've been going steady for the past five years, and I was wondering how much longer he would wait before he finally popped the question. I was almost tempted to break with tradition and ask him to marry me myself. What a sight that would have been. I can only imagine my parent's reaction if I did something like that. They seem to be under the illusion that we're still in the 1950's.

You'd think after five years of us dating, and many more years of us being friends, my parents would approve of Danny by now. But for some reason, they seem to have it set in their minds that he's trouble. Actually, I think when they learned that Danny Fenton was the same person as the infamous-famous Danny Phantom, they began to think that he was even more trouble.

More people know about Danny's secret now than they did eight years ago, when we were fourteen. His parents know, Valerie knows, and even my parents know. Actually, my parents learned about it by accident when they came into my room when he was dropping me off from work. We were about nineteen at the time, and he had picked me up and flown me home. Just as my parents entered the room, he turned back into Danny Fenton. That's just our typical luck.

Our wedding date is set a month from now. Gods, I have so much to get done. My mother wants to plan the wedding, but there's no way I'm going to let her. If I did that, it'd probably wind up having some ridiculous theme, like Frills and Lace, or Teddy Bears. And that's not like me at all. I intend to have a black and violet wedding dress. Partly for the shock value, and partly because I honestly don't look that good in white.

Or pink. I don't know why my parents kept trying to make me wear it.

The day after the wedding.

Danny and I are officially on our honeymoon, and I am officially now Mrs. Samantha Fenton. It still seems somewhat strange to me, but in a good way. I'm sure I'll get used to being called Mrs. Fenton after awhile.

We debated where we wanted to go on honeymoon for a long time, but the two of us were both finally able to decide on a location. We picked Key West. It was somewhere that I've always wanted to go to, but while I was growing up, my parents wouldn't let me near it. They had read something somewhere about nude bars there and freaked out, thinking falsely that half the population there would be walking around in their birthday suits.

I still can't believe that I'm finally married to Danny. It's a bit embarrassing, but in all honesty, it's always been something of a dream of mine. Back in high school, I always got so aggravated when he drooled over Paulina, or Valerie. Tucker can tell you that I can get pretty violent when I'm jealous and angry.

With Paulina, I knew that in the end, all it was was his hormones talking. I mean, he was fourteen, and he had just entered both high school and puberty. So of course he was going to be drooling over the first pretty girl he could find-even if she was a shallow little wench. I just had to wait it out. It was still irritating though.

But then Valerie Gray came into the picture, and everything changed. I would have been fine then, if she had remained an enemy when Danny was in either his human or ghost form. But Valerie had slowly started to develop feelings for Danny, and thanks to a pushing hand from Technus, Danny realized that he had feelings for her too. Who would have thought a guy who hates emotions so much could make such a good matchmaker? He should consider opening a business.

Their relationship was complicated by not only the fact that Valerie was a ghost hunter, but she was a ghost hunter who had sworn a vendetta against hunting down and destroying Danny Phantom. Sometimes I have to wonder if the woman has obsessive-compulsive disorder, from the way she so passionately hunted him.

It took a long time for Danny to both confess his feelings to her, and longer for him to reveal his secret to her. I thought he was crazy at the time, but in the end, he was right. If Valerie knew the truth, then she couldn't hunt him anymore.

But as it turned out, she couldn't love him anymore either. It wasn't that he was half-ghost, she could deal with that in the end. It was the fact that he had lied to her for so long. So she broke of the relationship.

Danny took it hard. He took it really hard. I knew just how much courage it took for him to finally tell her the whole truth. And I'm ashamed to admit it, but at the same time that I was trying to comfort him, I was actually letting out silent cheers of victory because now I finally had a chance.

I was never a jerk though. As much as I hated to wait any longer, I knew that Danny needed time before he could ever be with someone like that again. I sat by him all that time, helping him recover from the aftershock of the breakup. He needed me, and I would be there for him.

It's not to say that Valerie was unaware of the pain that Danny was going through. She helped in her own way-staying away from us until she knew that Danny could handle talking with her again. She ceased hunting him, and for the time that it took Danny to recover, ceased hunting altogether. She didn't want to run into him while they were both on the job. It would be too painful.

When we turned seventeen, I finally confessed my feelings to Danny. I remember that he answered my confession with a kiss. It was one of the best ones that I'd ever had. Better than the fake-out make-outs, and far better than the kiss with that lying Gregor... excuse me, I mean Elliot.

Mrs. Samantha Fenton.

Yeah, that's going to take awhile to get used to.

It's a boy.

My first baby with Danny is going to be a boy.

I can't even tell you how excited I am. I thought this day would never come.

We finally decided on a name for him. Erik, after my favorite character from the Phantom of the Opera. My parents, of course, had their own ideas for a name, but I'm not going to traumatize an innocent child by giving him a name like Thruston. Not to mention that Danny's father seemed insistent that I name the baby after him. That would be just... a little too creepy.

I can't help but be a little worried though, and neither can Danny. His parents, Tucker, Jazz, and just about everyone who knows Danny's secret are too. We don't know how Danny being half-ghost is going to effect the baby. Hopefully it won't be anything bad. But just in case, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton have gotten to work on a baby bracelet to cancel out invisibility and intangibility powers, which I'm grateful for. I have no intention of losing my baby because he phased into the ground under the house.

Mrs. Fenton says that chances are he'll have ghost DNA in him as well. She's not certain how much though. Normally, one would think that since his father is only half-ghost, then he would only get a third of ghost DNA, but according to Mrs. Fenton, that's not necessarily the case. Ghost DNA is quite strong, so she can't be certain that normal laws of genetics will apply.

Still, even with all the worry, I can't wait until he's born. Granted, the idea of giving birth makes me a bit queasy, but the idea that afterwards I'll have a child of my own with Danny helps with that.

Where is he?

Nobody has seen heads or tails of Danny for two days now. He went into the Ghost Zone then, saying that there was something strange going on. Ghost activity has increased recently, but it's almost more like the ghosts are fleeing than coming to cause trouble. I've tried to get in contact with some of Danny's ghost allies, but I haven't been able to find any of them. I thought I saw Johnny and Kitty leave through the portal, but maybe I was wrong.

And now I'm getting even more worried. The Ghost Portal closed itself today. Mr. Fenton says that it's a self-defense mechanism that was only triggered in extreme emergencies.

And it also means that Danny is trapped in there.

God, if it were any other time, I would go and search for him myself. But I can't, and that's what makes this even worse. I have Erik to look after and I'm not going to leave a two-year old on it's lonesome. I could leave him with Danny's parents, but there's another problem-I'm pregnant. With twins.

This pregnancy isn't going as well as my first did. There are some days when I've been in so much pain that I can barely even manage to get out of bed. Jazz has been staying over at the house for the past few months to help me out. She's worried about Danny too. We all are, even my parents to some degree though they try and deny it. He's grown on them like some kind of parasitic alien mold.

Okay, maybe that's not the best choice of expressions.

Ughn.

Sorry, but I'm in a little pain right now. I've been in pretty much constant pain ever since I started into my final month of pregnancy. Everyone is worried about me as well. I tell them I'll be fine, by they don't believe me. Sometimes even I don't believe me.

Danny... I just wish you were here.

I can only pray that he comes home safely, and soon.

"What should we tell him?" An older woman's voice whispered. Maddie Fenton looked with tired eyes over at her husband. Both of them looked like a wreck, and for good reason.

"I don't know Maddie, I just don't know." The large man shook his head. His own gaze trailed over to the hospital bed, and the still figure lying in it. The very, very still figure.

Maddie's gaze followed his as well, shaking her head and sighing deeply. "In the end... her body just couldn't handle giving birth to a pure ghost." She looked down. "We should have known Jack. We should have been able to tell that the DNA would separate itself in twins."

Her husband, for once, was silent, not knowing what to say. She was right, in a way. They should have known. But after their first child went so well... They got over-confident. They hadn't though to check for any pre-birth abnormalities with her twins. Their grand-daughters.

Selene and Solaria. Sam had managed to name Solaria before she had passed away, and Jack and Maddie had named Selene to match. Selene for the blue-eyed girl, the human. Solaria for the girl with the snow white hair, haunting green eyes, her heart not moving a wink.

They should have known.

But they hadn't.

"What should we do?" Maddie asked, breaking the long silence. "We can't... we can't blame the baby for this. And we can't tell Erik how his mother died... he's so young, he wouldn't handle it well at all."

"We'll think of something, Maddie, we'll think of something." He reassured his wife, his large hands covering hers, stilling the nervous twitching they had been doing.

Neither of them noticed the small form of a two-year old boy standing just outside the doorway, hearing everything that they had been saying.