YAY! A new fic from me! I promise I'm working on Reigniting the Flames, but that's only two chapters long, so I'm good.

I really hope you guys like this… it's DanSam, but I don't know if I should call it romance since Dan can't love… but whatever. It may end DannySam but that's for me to know and you to find out! XP

Nonny and I really tore this one apart and I'm proud of it, so please be kind!

I don't own DP. duh. I do, however, lay some claim to this plot...

"Why did you bring me here!"

"I'm surprised you haven't figured it out already Samantha, and a little disappointed."

"Well, the only reason I could come up with is that you're a sicko. Danny's good now, in case you didn't notice. He's not turning into you. Not ever."

Dan Phantom laughed at his twenty year old hostage. "I know that, Sam. I don't care about my younger self anymore. He may do as he pleases. There is only one thing that I desire now."

"Then why did you kidnap me? If not to make him come and rescue me?"

Dan sighed heavily. He moved over to where she was chained to the wall and nuzzled his nose into her neck, inhaling deeply. "Oh, Sammy, isn't it obvious?" He kissed her cheek almost tenderly, but it was too cold to be called anything like gentle. "You used to be able to see right through me…"

Sam jerked her head away from him. "Don't touch me," she spat.

Dan's eyes flashed angrily. "You are MINE! And I will do with you as I please!"

"Wait," Sam asked in the face of his anger, "What are you saying? That you…?"

Dan took a deep breath, regaining the composure he had inherited from Vlad. "No, Samantha. I don't love you. I don't have emotions," he smiled wickedly at her, "But all ghosts have obsessions."


"You were the one who convinced Danny, that is to say me, to go into the portal. That makes you, in essence, my creator. In addition to that, I had a crush on you at the time, though you seem to have been oblivious to that too… And then of course, when I combined my ghost form with Masters', his ludicrous fixation on Maddie transferred to you. As a result, I am obsessed with you, as is your precious Danny, even without Masters' help…"

Sam glared at Dan defiantly, "Danny's not obsessed with me."

He just raised an eyebrow. "No? You've never noticed the temperature drop in your dorm at night? Or how you feel like someone's always watching you?"

Sam turned her head away.

"I see. You have. He can't stay away from you, Samantha. Nor can I. But we can't both have you. And since my chivalrous new counterpart is too shy and too infatuated with that ridiculous Gray woman, I'm taking you for myself."

"What does that mean, exactly?"

"I'm keeping you here. Outside of time. With me."

"Danny will come rescue me."

Dan grinned coyly at her. "I already did," he replied, "I saved you from an existence of unrequited love, of pining away from someone you will never have."

Sam just glared at him again. "I love Danny. And only Danny. And you won't make me stop by taking me away from him."

"My love," Dan carefully pressed his cold lips against her warm ones, "I AM Danny."

"You're not Danny. And I'm not your anything, especially not love. Now please let me go so I can leave." She knew it wouldn't work, logically, but she could not tolerate Dan's presence anymore.

"No matter how luscious and tempting I think you look there, I will unchain you, but only if you promise to stay." He dangled the key to her cuffs tantalizingly in front of her. "Promise you won't leave me, Samantha?" Dan really didn't care if she was chained to the wall or free… he had her and that was all that mattered. He'd beat Danny and Vlad. Danny, too clueless to ever realize his feelings for Sam and Vlad, too indecisive and pathetic to ever actually capture Maddie; he'd beat them both.

"Sure. I promise," Sam replied as sincerely as she could considering she was lying.

Dan pressed against her and whispered in her ear, "Oh come now, Samantha, surely you can lie better than that…"

Sam looked up at him with pleading lilac eyes. "Please let me down," she begged desperately, "I promise I'll make it worth your while…" she finished almost seductively.

Dan stared at her for a moment, deciding whether or not she was lying. Oh well, it wasn't like there was really any way for her to escape.

Sam held her breath as he unlocked her shackles, almost as though she were preparing herself. The moment she was free, her arms encircled his neck and she kissed him fiercely.

Dan, for the first time in a good many years, was caught off guard and his deep crimson eyes widened before he realized she was giving him exactly what he wanted: her surrender. Allowing his eyes to close, he kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her to his level. She gasped and he took advantage of her open mouth, sliding his forked tongue between her lips, relishing the taste of her hungrily.

For a moment, Sam almost enjoyed herself, almost forgetting who was holding her as their lips slid against each other and their tongues tangled, fighting each other for domination. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, simultaneously deepening the kiss. But she soon remembered why she was kissing him the first place and drew slowly away, careful not to arouse any suspicion. She gave him a half lidded smile that was returned with a wicked grin.

Sam felt her feet touch the floor and Dan loosened his grip on her waist. He smiled unnervingly at her and Sam knew at that moment more than ever that she had to get away from him. She had to get back to Danny, away from this perverted version of her love.

Dan let go of her waist and reached for her hands. "I knew you'd see it m-" he didn't get to finish. Before he could get a secure hold on her hands, she ducked around him and bolted toward the door of the circular chamber he'd been holding her hostage in.

Dan laughed maniacally and split his form, the second one zapping to the door.

By the time Sam reached the door, she was caught by the duplicate Dan. "Nice try, my love. I've always admired your spark, but you don't think I know you well enough that I knew you'd try something like that."

"There is no escape from me, Samantha…" the original Dan told her.

"Let me go! You will not keep me here!" Sam struggled futilely as he joined his two forms. "Even if I can't find a way out, which I will, Danny will come rescue me."

Dan chuckled. "You just keep telling yourself that."

Sam smirked at him. "Hey, you're the one who said that he's obsessed with me. So if he can't stay away from me, won't he come searching for me when he realizes I'm gone?"

Dan smirked right back. "He will never find you here, Samantha, not even with that idiotic real-world item tracking system in the Speeder." Noting Sam's frown, he laughed. "And before you ask, yes, I have thought of everything."

She wriggled in his grasp, again to avail. He was stronger than her, it was something she was going to have to learn to work around if she wanted to escape.

"Sammy," he cooed mockingly, "this would be much easier if you didn't fight me so."

"Do NOT call me Sammy!" She demanded.

Dan pulled Sam into fast, searing kiss. "I will do with you as I please," he repeated.

Sam's knees visibly trembled when he released her from his grip. "I-I-I'm hungry…" she stammered out. "I-If I'm going to st-stay… I'll need food," she swallowed hard, chastising herself for almost enjoying his rough kiss.

Dan stood back from her, as though trying to determine if she really was in need of food. Deciding it was in the best interest of his desires to at least give her something, he rolled his eyes and replied, "Very well. I almost forgot you humans need food…" He gave her his best feigned sincere smile. "I'll return shortly," he fazed through the door.

Sam breathed an enormous sigh of relief and tried for the door handle. The door didn't open, it didn't even give. Upon further inspection, Sam realized that the door was fake. That meant that the only way to get out of the room was to be a ghost. There were no windows either. Continuing her first real examination of the room, she noticed a rather comfortable-looking twin bed and a nightstand, a random wooden chair, and of course, the chains in the wall on the opposite half of the room. Dan had obviously been planning this for awhile.

Sighing heavily, Sam plopped down onto the bed, which was about as comfortable as she assumed it to be. Hugging her knees up to her chest, she bit back a few tears. It was unlikely that Danny would come rescue her, hell it was unlikely he'd even notice she was gone. She'd only been trying to threaten Dan by telling him that Danny would come looking for her. There was no reason for him too. He had Valerie… Sam shuddered in jealousy. No, if she wanted to get away from Dan, she'd have to get out by herself. She could not rely on Danny. He'd made that clear a long time ago…

Dan returned, carrying a bowl of soup. "Oh for God's sake, why are you crying? Look, I brought you food." He hated it when people cried. Before his younger self had messed with the time stream, people cried at him all the time. It was so very irksome.

Sam quickly wiped her eyes. "I-I'm not crying," she asserted.

Dan thrust the bowl of soup at her, followed shortly by a spoon. "Good," he answered with an irritated expression, watching her staring at the soup. "It's vegetable soup, okay? Now eat." He pulled up the wooden chair and watched her sip tiny spoonfuls of soup past her lips with a kind of morbid fascination.

"Thank you…" she said meekly, shaking him from his reverie. It was good soup. She wouldn't admit it to him, but it was good soup.

Dan didn't respond. Warm civility just wasn't in him. Vlad's frigid grace was in him somewhere, but he never really had need for it. He vaguely supposed that he'd have to drag it out now, show his Samantha some form of humanity, if he wanted her to surrender to him completely. He continued to watch her, but he was growing impatient and he was getting the feeling that she was only eating so torturously to annoy him.

Sam would have been somewhat content to go on savoring her soup, but it was knocked out of her hands by a rather irate Dan. Before she could even register that her hunger was not to be satisfied, Sam was pulled violently into Dan's lap. His large, gloved hands splayed hard across her back as he nipped harshly at her neck. Sam shivered, but she didn't know why. He held her so tightly that it was painful and she cried out, but he ignored her.

"I'm hungry…" she muttered bitterly.

"As am I, my love," Dan replied. His kisses on her skin were ice cold and excruciating, but Sam could not bring herself to say she didn't like them.

"I-I'm not your love…" Sam protested weakly.

Dan smirked against her neck. "You are mine," he whispered possessively. "You are mine, no one else will ever have you," his voice was husky and frightening, but Sam gave no struggle, "I own you," he told her, before nibbling her earlobe. She tasted even more amazing than he had ever imagined. He wanted more. He wanted all of her. He would have nothing less, but he would torment her first. Taking on Danny's voice, he whispered softly into her ear the only words he could never mean, "Oh Sammy, I love you…"

Sam's breath caught in the back of her throat as she was half thrown back on to the bed.

Standing up, Dan laughed maniacally. Without so much as a goodnight, he fazed out of the room, leaving Sam confused and hurting. She finally collapsed into sobs, throwing herself prone on the bed. She sobbed into her arms for want of a pillow. She wondered what Dan was going to do to her come morning… and what Danny was doing right then. Had he even noticed she was gone? She betted not. He was so wrapped up in Valerie now… he didn't have time for her anymore. She felt so ashamed to admit it, but she needed him more than ever right now. She needed him to fly in and phase her out of there, take her back home… she couldn't get out of that prison on her own and she knew it. She curled herself up into a tight ball and let her sobs slowly rock her to sleep.

Dan floated into the room a little while later. Now that he had Sam with him, he found it impossible to stay away from her, much to his chagrin. He sat at the foot of the bed and watched her as she slept. Her face was stained with tears. He'd heard her crying earlier. Crying for his ludicrously dim-witted younger self, no doubt. He snarled at the thought.

Her breathing was soft and contented now, a small smile passing over her lips. He'd have to fix that. His body screamed for her, so loudly that he couldn't ignore it even if he'd tried (which he didn't. At all). Slipping easily and cautiously into the bed, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against his own body, feeling her breathing against him now. He knew now why Danny was always hugging her, she did fit quite like a puzzle piece against him.

Sorry it's a bit short! I just wanted to end it here… XD Pretty please review!