When Sam woke up, she noticed two things.

One, her head hurt like fucking hell.

And two, there was someone beside her on the bed, holding her close to them.

Sam's eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she came face to face with was the stranger's blue shirt. Sam craned her neck upwards, attempting to have some sort of recognition of the person beside her.


The voice that rang in her ears made her heart pang with pain. Danny's eyes opened slowly, and he breathed in deep. Sam sat up, not really knowing what was going on. What had happened? She couldn't remember how she got here, or what had happened to make her so bruised. The last thing she could remember was Danny bringing her dinner…and then the ghost, and then…something about the ghost boy. The memories were complete mush, really. How she ended up with Danny Fenton was completely beyond her.

"What happened last night?" Sam questioned, noticing her clothes were different. Danny sat up, eyebrows furrowed.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

Sam thought about it for a moment.

"I remember the ghost…and Danny, Danny Phantom, he saved me...then some faint memories of getting here, but I don't remember you ever coming in…when did you get here?"

For the next few moments, Sam noticed the hesitation in his eyes. She could tell he was deciding something, the inner conflict causing him to frown.

"…when I heard the ghost, I went to get help but you had already left. Then Phantom saved you and brought you here and he told me to take care of you, so I did. Are you…are you feeling better?"

Sam wanted to believe him, really. But his poker face was absolutely horrible and she could see right through the lie. What was he keeping from her? She wanted to fight but the migraine swirling in her head made her want to do otherwise.

"I feel like shit."

"What hurts?" The back of his hand made its way to her forehead, and she leaned into the touch. She stared at him for a moment, his eyes analyzing something. His hand cupped her face, his thumb grazing over the apple of her cheek.

"Do you need something?"

Yes, for you to kiss me now, she thought.


"Sure. Wait, do you think that's any good for the baby?"



Oh my God, the baby.

Sam stood up and ran over to the bathroom, somehow thinking she would be able to see if the baby was still alive through the mirror. Sam felt horrible, her heart heavy all of the sudden. The memory of landing in ice cold water was now vivid in her mind. If she had felt pain in the cold...she could only imagine how the baby had suffered.

Danny ran over to where she was, seemingly as concerned as her.

"Put some clothes on, I'll drive you to the doctor's." Sam nodded, tears rushing to her eyes. What kind of sick luck did she have? She took off her over-sized shirt, not caring Danny could see her, and then picked something out of the closet. She quickly put on the clothes, and when she was done Danny was already standing by the front door.

Quickly, they headed out of the apartment. The morning was unusually bright for a December morning, and Sam's eyes burned. Danny opened the passenger seat for Sam and then closed it behind her, running over to the other side and slipping inside the car as well. The key turned and the car rumbled alive, and just like that they were speeding off.

"So is the child dead?"

"Regardless, the boy has fallen in love with this girl. He can make another child if he wants, and that one could be just as powerful as that one, if not more."

"Then what are we supposed to do?" The ghost walked back and forth through the laboratory, his heavy boots squeaking against the cold tile floor.

"It's simple: we kill the girl. We kill her, we kill his hope."

"But can't he just find another human girl?" The black haired man let out a laugh, its nature no more pure than the man himself.

"Danny's weakness is his emotions. Once he realizes his little girlfriend is gone, he will be completely devastated. He will never stand in our way again."

"Ah, I see. So not only will we get rid of the child, but we'll get rid of the ghost boy as well."

"Two birds with one stone, my friend, two birds with one stone." The old man grinned maliciously, letting out another deep throaty laugh. Revenge would be his.

"Alright, here we go. It might be a little cold when I put it on, but it'll pass eventually." Sam nodded anxiously, and then heard a loud squirt from a bottle. Some sort of thick liquid was placed on her stomach, which was unbelievably cold. Danny's hand tightened around hers.

"Okay…let's see…" The woman's wand rubbed around her stomach, and Sam began to shake. The worst possible outcome was flashing in her mind, and she felt like she was going to start crying again.

"Ah, there we go. The baby seems to be fine…although their heart beat is a bit slow right now. Take some rest, the blow did affect the baby, but it's going to fine with the proper care." Sam let out a loud breath, finally able to breathe again. My God, the baby was fine. The baby was fine!

"Thank you so much…" Sam wanted to cry, to laugh, to scream, all at the same time. She looked at Danny, who was smiling widely. He squeezed her hand tightly, again, as if saying 'I told you everything would be fine.'

"Well, tell your husband to take care of you for the next few days, alright?" Sam felt her cheeks turn red, and she shook her head.

"I…uhm, he's not-"

"I will."

Sam stared at him, a little shocked. She looked up, realizing the woman was moving away from her. The doctor grabbed a few tissues and wiped away the lubricant that was on her stomach, and then cleaned the device she had used to scan her stomach as well. She stood up, and Sam sat up to thank the doctor again. The doctor nodded and then showed them to the door, where Sam paid for the visit. The nurse on the other side of the desk smiled at her, and then handed her back her insurance card and her change.

"You two have a wonderful day." Sam nodded, and then exited the doctor's office, Danny following closely behind. The silence as they walked through the hallways of the medical building was awkward, every noise they made bouncing horribly off the walls.

"Danny, thanks." Danny shook his head, and the placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't. It's my responsibility…Sam, I worry about you all the time." Sam felt a pang of guilt in her heart at the revelation, and opened the front door of the building, the cold air hitting her face fiercely.

"…you really shouldn't, I can fend for myself." Sam walked over to Danny's car quickly, slipping inside. Danny walked over to the other side of the car, opened the door, and sat down on the driver's seat. He placed the key inside of the car's starter, but then didn't twist the key to turn on the car. Sam stared at his hand, wondering why he was stopping.

"I have to tell you something." Sam looked at him, for a moment concerned. His voice had turned dark.

"Do you remember our conversation before the ghost came?" Sam thought about it for a couple of seconds and then she remembered the heated fight they had had. She nodded.

"I never really…I never really explained why we couldn't be more than we are now. Have you ever heard of Fenton Works?" Sam shook her head.

"My mother and father, they both work with ghosts. For as long as I can remember, they tracked them down and tried to eliminate them, the bad ones I mean. They sucked at first, but then they got really good at it. I mean, extremely good."

Danny looked outside the mirror on his door so Sam couldn't see his face. He continued speaking.

"As time went on, the ghosts began to feel…some sort of vendetta towards my parents. They attack my family constantly. One time, they almost got to my sister and I…it was bad. Jazz got out fine, but me…I almost died."

Sam didn't particularly know how to react. Of course it was a bit shocking that Danny's family was constantly targeted by ghosts, but at the same time Sam didn't really feel like he was in all too much danger. With people like Danny Phantom running about, surely he was safe.

"So, the reason you were attacked yesterday was because of me. Because they target me and everyone close to me and my family. So what I'm headed towards is, well…. I hope you don't take this the wrong way…"

Sam's heart stopped. Was he going to break up with her? Not that they were ever together, but the notion was still the same. Shit, she was so sure he was someone she could trust, and now he was going to tell her he couldn't do this anymore. What an ass! After all they had been through…

"I think we should move in together."

Well, that sure took a turn for the better. Sort of.

"Oh. Oh."

"We could move into my place. I know it's messy, but it's really comfortable and it's safe. " Danny finally turned back to face Sam, but his features were twisted in doubt, as if he wasn't sure it was really the best idea. Sam frowned.

"I don't think so…" Danny's eyes flashed with an emotion Sam couldn't recognize.

"Please. This whole ghost thing, it's killing me. It can't happen again." Sam thought about it for a moment, and realized that even though she had never seen a ghost her entire time living here, she had seen three in just one month after meeting Danny.

"Wouldn't it be better if we moved into my house? It's a lot more comfortable…and it's nicer, no offense." Danny turned to look at Sam.

"Hey! My house is nic-wait, so you'll move in with me?" Sam sighed.

"Yes." Although Sam was compelled to object, she knew that it would only be fair that she did move in. Danny was obviously losing sleep over this, and it really was the least she could do. If moving in meant he'd rest in peace, she would do it.

"I won't promise it will last, though. I never really liked living with other people. I moved out of my parent's house as soon as I could…regardless, I'll do it."

Danny nodded, not really grinning, but his smile was still just as noticeable.

"Alright." He whispered, and Sam offered him a small smile. The car finally rumbled alive and pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards her apartment.

"Are you superhuman? That box has my boots, there's no way you can carry them by yourself." Danny ignored her comment and continued what he was doing. He had managed to haul most of the boxes from her apartment into the moving truck, rendering the three hired movers completely useless. He was now moving the boxes into his house, sometimes two at a time. One of the hired men, a tall black man, chuckled at Sam's comment.

"I'd say you've got yourself a keeper." Sam laughed.

"I had no idea he was this strong…if I had known I would have just rented the truck. Thanks for your help anyhow." The man nodded, the two other men emerging from Danny's house.

"Dash, Kwan, we're done here! Let's head back out! Happy holidays, ma'am." The two strong boys Sam assumed were Dash and Kwan walked over to the truck and jumped in. The last man walked into the truck after Sam handed him three one hundred-dollar bills, and then the truck left speedily, off to the next place.

Sam stood in front of her new house, the slightest bit nervous. In the end, Danny had insisted they move into his house because according to him it was more protected against ghost attacks. Sam noticed the box below her lying on the cold snow covered ground; they had apparently left it behind. She began to bend over to pick it up.

"Here, let me take it."

As soon as Danny's hand touched hers, a shot of electricity raced down her hand. It seemed like Danny felt it too, because he looked up at her, a huff of cloudy air escaping his lips.

"Sorry." Sam shook her head, and then walked towards the house. It was just like she remembered it; an old blue Victorian house similar to the ones in San Francisco. It was located in an alright part of town, and there was an empty potted plant on the front porch, which Sam assumed was a failed attempt at gardening. The steps creaked when she walked up them, and then she opened the door for Danny, who walked slowly behind her.

It was odd, really. The black and violet couches that were now in the middle of the room were awkward contrasting against the white walls Danny had. She heard the box Danny was holding hit the floor, and Sam turned to look at him.

"What?" He said, the slightest bit concerned.

The way his eyes flashed when Sam looked at him made her want to run up to him and kiss him. He walked up to her, probably confusing her awe with her being afraid.

"Something wrong?" He walked over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Danny, I have to be honest, the sexual tension in this room is killing me."

"God I'm glad you feel it too."

In a rush Danny cupped Sam's cheek, pulling her face to his. Their lips smashed harshly onto one another, and Sam groaned with anticipation. Danny's kisses were sloppy and rushed, but they still made her heart explode with satisfaction. Her fingers gripped his hair harshly, and she felt his hands tugging at the zipper of her coat. She pulled away from him, breathing hard. She looked up at him.

"Sam? Hello, are you okay?"

Sam snapped back into reality and stared at Danny, blushing fiercely.

"I'm…fine. Totally fine." Danny nodded, giving her a confused look.

Shit, now she was daydreaming of having make-out sessions with him, when he was completely not interested. Sam took off her jacket that was now unbearably warm, and ran a few fingers through her hair. It was starting to dawn on Sam that moving in was probably a horrible idea. She was looking for things from him he was not going to offer; he had said it multiple times. If anything, they were moving in together because Danny was concerned about her safety. Sam's lips pursed into a thin line.

"I'm going to go take a nap, alright?" Sam nodded, realizing Danny worked every day of the week while she worked only Monday through Saturday. Lancer had started giving her Sundays off ever since she got pregnant, something she was eternally grateful for.


Danny turned and walked up the stairs, probably tired from moving so many boxes all day. Sam sat down on the black leather couch, and then reached for the remote control. The TV was small and old, and Sam assumed it only had crappy channels trying to sell her slap chops and HD glasses. She pressed the yellow button she assumed was the on button, although the writing on the control was faded and no longer visible.

Instead of the TV turning on, Danny's wall seemed to turn completely and reveal multiple high-tech TV screens with some sort of information plastered all over them. The biggest screen was currently showing a ghost similar to the one that had attacked her a week ago, the image of his face sending chills down her spine. She inched closer to it, and read his description.

NAME: Technus

SPECIAL POWERS: Ability to control technology at will, and hack multiple systems and emerge from them as well.

STATUS: Captured

Sam paused for a moment, and then an idea crawled into her mind. She searched for a keyboard, and then when she found it she began to type in Danny's name. A picture of his face appeared on the screen instantly.

NAME: Danny Phantom



"Shit, nothing."

"What are you doing?" Sam turned sharply at the sound of a man's voice, and was surprised when she saw a black man staring at her through one of the smaller computer screens.

"I, uh…" Sam looked like deer in headlights.

"Hi, I'm Tucker, Danny's kick ass ghost fighting tech geek."

"Oh. Hi." Was all Sam could mutter, still a bit shocked. Tucker rested his head on his hand, analyzing the black haired woman.

"So he likes your type? I don't know, Danny used to go for the Latina flair and now he's going for pale and dark? Weird." Sam furrowed her eyebrows angrily.

"Excuse me?"

"You better get off this computer now, Danny will be so pissed if he sees you. If there's anything Danny hates, it's people who meddle in his business. I'll pretend I didn't catch you, alright?" Sam placed her hands on her hips, and then rolled her eyes.

"What is this, anyhow? He's related to ghost fighters…he told me that much. I didn't know he was this prepared though." Sam frowned at the menacing looking weapons that were hung beside the computer. She also noticed multiple belts, armor, and thermoses that were placed neatly on a table below them.

"He hasn't told you yet? God damn it, he's such an idiot. Anyhow, I've gotta run. See you later, Danny's girlfriend!"

"Wait, what? And my name's Sam!"

"Yeah, yeah…"

The wall began to turn again, and Sam stepped away from it to avoid being crushed. In a couple of seconds, the mechanical noises from the wall stopped and then the ordinary old TV was back again.

"Weird…" Sam touched the TV, expecting something magical to happen again, but to her disappointment it didn't. What did Tucker mean by 'he still hasn't told you yet'?

What was Danny keeping from her?

Sam tried to ignore her questions as she began to unpack her clothes, trying to get her mind off of the mysterious man sleeping upstairs. He had a secret, and Sam had a feeling she would be finding out about it very, very soon.

CHAPTER FIVEEE. I hope I'm not annoying you guys with all these fast updates...I can't help it, I always want to keep writing. Oh my God, I had the hardest time writing this. It's really complicated deciding when Danny will tell Sam about his ghost powers...but I think I've chosen a perfect way to break it to her. You guys will just have to wait!

Ah, I had Xion's Theme in my head the entire time I was writing, so sorry if this is kind of…odd. I'm kind of depressed after finishing Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days. I won't ruin it for anyone, but let me just say…shit was so heartbreaking, I wanted to die.

Anyhow, I'm patiently waiting for BBS (KH:Birth By Sleep)…OH GOD, IT NEEDS TO COME NOW. Although I already ruined the ending for myself…I'm such an idiot…

Anyhow, tell me what you think so far? Thanks for reading!