One of my more sad drabbles. Sorry if it doesn't make much sense...
The phone rand, and as soon as he saw it was Sam; he reached for it.


"Danny, could we talk?"

"Sure, I'll be right over." He hung up the phone.

"Danny, honey. Who was it?" Valerie Fenton asked as she walked into the room.

"The office made another call; they want me to go in for a while."

"Again." She whined.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." He kissed her quickly on the lips.,


"Bye Danny." She sighed as he slammed the door. He was keeping something from her; she knew it, and she didn't like the feeling.

Danny knocked on the apartment door. A wide smile spread across his face when Sam opened the door.


"Hey." He leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head to the side so his lips skimmed her cheek.

"Danny, we need to talk." Danny's eyes stared at her with confusion.

"Can't I at least come in?" He sat there watching her trying to decided, and it concerned him. Usually she would let him in without thinking about it.

"Sure." She answered after an eternity while moving to the side.

"Sam, is everything alright. You've been acting strange lately."

"Do you want something to drink?" Sam offered.

"What's wrong Sam?" He briefly kissed her before she pulled away.

"Nothing. So how are your parents?"

"They're fine. They decided to retire in Florida; They're down there looking at apartments. Sam, I know you didn't call to discuss my parents."

"Do they know about you?"

"No, Sam we decided not to tell them. All my enemies have grown in power, and I don't want them getting involved."

"How is your ghost fighting?"

"Sam, look me in the eyes and tell me that nothing is wrong."

"Everything is fine." It was a lie. He had been around her long enough to know when she was lying. She had never lied to him, so why was she starting now?

"Sam, don't lie to me." He reached out, but she shook his arm off.

"Danny, I can't do this anymore." His world seemed to stop at those words. What did she mean she can't?

"What?" Those were the only words he managed to get out.

"I can't do…us anymore. I feel dirty every time we kiss or touch. I don't want to be second in your life…" He tried to comprehend even the slightest bit of what she was feeling.

"I want to be first Danny." He loved the way she said his name. She always sounded happy; until now.

"Sam, can we talk?"

"I'm sick and tired of talking. You said once that you loved me. It's a choice Danny. Valerie or me." She simply stood there when Danny shook his head

"I'm sorry Sam."

"Yeah, me too." She whispered and headed out the door for a drive.

The almost empty room was filled with the sound of a telephone ringing. Danny didn't even reach for it. He felt so bad about what had happened with Sam. Sure he loved her, but he didn't think he was brave enough to leave Val. Valerie trusted him. Whatever happened to him, he figured that he deserved it. He cheated on his wife and cheated away his best friend's heart. His mind raced remembering everything that had happened between them. The phone rang for a third time. Danny picked it up in hopes that it was Sam so he could fix this whole mess.


"Danny, did you hear what happened?" Danny became alarmed at his frightened tone.

"Tucker, slow down. What happened?"

"It's Sam…She was in a car wreck." Color drained from Danny's face. She couldn't have…

"What?" He was in a state of shock for the second time of the day.

"Danny." Tucker's voice faded before he found it again.

"She didn't make it Danny."

Told you it was sad...I wrote this a while it was a little rusty.