FRIENDS.

I give you...possibly the cheesiest and lamest title for a last chapter ever...THE END.

Hahahahahaha.

Well, as I'm sure you can figure out, this is the last chapter. Most of you reviewed, which is good for you, because I most definitely found Zane in my closet sharpening his knife and muttering your screen names.

Not a pretty sight.

Okay, I've been working on this chapter all morning. I got out of my 8 AM class and sat at this table for, like, two hours. Half the time I was just staring at the screen, my fingertips pressed together in front of my face, listening to music. The people sitting at that table probably thought I was insane...eh, who cares?

NOTS ME. :D

If you guys have never heard the song, Somewhere Only We Know by Keane, you should listen to it. I swear I've never heard any other song that makes me feel so...calm and content.

And if you're looking for a sad rip-your-heart-out cry-myself-to-sleep song, go for Someone Like You by Adele. And if you're a fan of dubstep (LIKE ME) there's an EXCELLENT dubstep remix of that song on YouTube by MusicForRealMen. It's kind of like Adele turned into a Transformer and went crazy singing it. I swear I listened to that remix at least fifty times writing this chapter. SO GOOD.

I'll go finish my randomness in the footnote. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, it's been a fun ride. This is the longest I've ever taken writing a story so short, so I apologize for the wait and applaud your patience.

I don't own Danny Phantom, Somewhere Only We Know, or Someone Like You. DERP HERP.


Relatives

Chapter Eleven: The End

September 9, 2011


"I walked across an empty land, I knew the pathway like the back of my hand. I felt the earth beneath my feet, sat by the river and it made me complete. Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on. So tell me when you're gonna let me in, I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin..."

"That's such a good song. Why didn't you ever tell me you could sing?"

"I came across a fallen tree, I felt the branches of it looking at me. Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of? Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on. So tell me when you're gonna let me in, I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin..."

"So that's how it's gonna be, huh? Fine, I'll just listen to you sing."

"And if you have a minute why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know, this could be the end of everything, so why don't we go somewhere only we know..."

"I love you."

"Somewhere only we know...and if you have a minute why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know, this could be the end of everything, so why don't we go, so why don't we go...and if you have a minute why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know, this could be the end of everything, so why don't we go somewhere only we know..."

"I love you so much."

"Somewhere only we know...somewhere only we know," Sam smiled and kissed Danny lightly. "I love you too," She whispered against his lips.

She had been released from the hospital a few days earlier. Her parents had sent a private jet to pick the trio up, insisting that a team of private doctors and nurses look Sam over for any shotty work done by the emergency room staff. Sam had complained loudly, insisting that it didn't even hurt that much. Danny knew it had been a lie for his sake, but he appreciated it all the same.

Nela and Kyler had apologized profusely. Sam had insisted that they didn't have anything to do with Zane's attempts to kill her, so her parents had quickly forgiven them. When asked where Zane had disappeared to, Danny quickly said that Zane had killed himself upon realizing his attempts to bring Lucine back had failed. Tucker had nodded vigorously, glancing at Danny gratefully.

Danny had ridden in the plane, holding Sam as she slept. Their telepathic connection, as it turns out, was a side effect of the substance Zane had been feeding Sam; it had faded as the substance drained from her system. He missed it, he realized as they touched back down in Amity. He missed being able to share that with her, a special connection that Tucker could not ever have with her. He'd shared that thought with her that night when he slipped into her room. She'd laughed, snaked her arms around his waist, and asked, "Is this not enough for you?"

And he'd grinned. Because she was absolutely right.

They'd spent pretty much every moment together from the time they got off the plane on. They had been sitting in Sam's theater when she had began softly singing her favorite song to Danny. A feeling of warm contentment had spread through him at the sound of her sweet voice; there were moments that her being alive still shocked him to his core. It would come randomly, when she was doing the most trivial activity, like brushing her hair or booting up her laptop. He would suddenly be hit with a deep joy he had never felt before, and would wrap his arms around her and hold her close. She would always giggle or sigh, enjoying the closeness they now shared.

On that particular evening, she felt a certain amount of sadness for her late cousin. She'd sung that song with Lucine in mind, remembering in vivid detail every inch of the room that had held their spirits captive. She wondered what Lucine was seeing and feeling at that very moment, if she ever crossed Lucine's mind...

And the song had spilled out of her lips. She didn't even realize she had been singing until Danny had asked why she had never told him that she could sing. Instead of feeling self-conscious, the song had continued.

"What's that song caled again?" Danny asked after Sam had snuggled back into his arms.

"Somewhere Only We Know. Keane sings it," She answered his next, unasked question.

"Maybe that telepathic connection isn't dissolved," He chuckled.

"No, it's dissolved. I just know you way too well," She laughed. A dull pain throbbed in her chest; she winced and readjusted.

"It still hurts?" Danny asked quietly as she hugged herself closer to him.

"Only when I'm not paying attention and I move the wrong way," She said, not meeting his gaze. In truth, it hurt much more often than that, but Danny didn't really need to know.

He sighed. She was lying, and he knew it. "You...have no idea how sorry I am for doing that..." He murmured.

"Will you quit it? There's nothing to be sorry for, I told you to do that. I would have been pissed if you hadn't. Well, I would have been dead, but then I would have come back to haunt you and I would have been pissed."

"That doesn't mean that I'm not still sorry. I caused you pain, and I feel awful. I want nothing more than to protect you from getting hurt, but I had to hurt you to do that." He held her closer, taking her hand and pressing it against his face. "I love you so much, and I never want to see you hurting. I'm sorry I did that to you, even if you wanted me to. I'm sorry I hurt you, and if you forgive me, I'll stop apologizing."

Sam sighed. Him and his stupid hero complex, she thought with a stab of annoyance. "Fine. I forgive you for doing exactly what I wanted you to do."

"Thank you," He murmured, pressing his lips against her forehead. "Oh, and I don't have a hero complex."

"Wha-? How did you...?"

"I just know you way too well," He laughed.


Yeah...I almost decided to bring the telepathic connection back, but I thought, ehhh that would be too much.

SO I KILLED IT INSTEAD XD

Uhm...more randomness? Okay.

When I write, I have this really bad habit of looking around while I type. I don't look down, I watch people who walk by or stare at the wall in front of me. Because in high school I took a keyboarding class where the keyboard was covered. I had to memorize where each key was. It was so annoying, but now I'm in the habit and I don't even have to look anymore. I have a pretty high WPM soo that explains how I'm able to write stories so fast. Heh.

I HATE TO TURN UP OUT OF THE BLUE UNINVITED BUT I COULDN'T STAY AWAY, I COULDN'T FIGHT IT. I'D HOPED YOU'D SEE MY FACE, AND THAT YOU'D BE REMINDED THAT FOR ME...IT ISN'T OVERRR...

Oh gawd. Sing it, Adele.

NEVER MIND I'LL FIND SOMEONE LIKE YOU!

Totes presh.

God I hate those words. Like, seriously, you're so lazy you can't say the whole word?

I'm sorry, I'm just really hyper. One of my best friends just found out his psychotic girlfriend has been cheating on him. So he realized that for the last year, I've been telling him the truth when I said she was a TOTAL BITCH. SCORE.

Yeah, he thought I was just jealous and that I liked him like that. Uh, WRONG. I JUST HATE YOUR GIRLFRIEND.

Or, your ex-girlfriend.

HAHAHA YESH.

She says "totes presh lollllz" on like...every picture she sees. GOD I HATE THOSE WORDS. I JUST WANT TO SLAP HER IN THE FACE WITH A DICTIONARY.

Urgh.

Alright, I'm done. Later, gators.

- Tori