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Chapter nine (:


Missing

Chapter Nine: I Don't Do Jumpsuits

August 11, 2011


When I woke up, I was laying on a bear skin throw rug. Despite the fact that my body was aching in pain, I whimpered and crawled off of it. No way was I gonna touch the fur of a dead animal, no matter how much pain I was in. My head was pounding; I raised my hand to gingerly touch the wound, hoping that the gash had somehow healed a little.

When I realized that my hand was encased in a black glove, I got a little freaked out. And when I realized I was wearing a blue jumpsuit eerily similar to Danny's mom's, I got extremely freaked out.

"Wh-what?" I groaned. I caught sight of myself in a floor-length mirror on the opposite side of the room. I looked exactly like Mrs. Fenton. I even had on a brown wig in her hairstyle. Hello scarred for life. Welcome to a lifetime of therapy.

"Good morning, Madeline," Vlad's voice slithered out of a shadowed corner. I froze. Madeline?

"V-Vlad...I'm not Maddie...I'm Sam, I'm Danny's best friend...I'm not Maddie!"

"You are now," Vlad hissed. He stepped out of the shadows, slowly advancing toward me. The look he was giving me...oh man. I was in trouble.

"Vlad, please...the cut on my head, I'm bleeding...a lot...Vlad you have to get me to a hospital, I'll die!"

"Hush, Maddie dear. You talk too much." He lunged toward me. I had just enough time to lift my hands in front of my face before he was on top of me. His hands were raking down my body, tearing at the jumpsuit. Is he using me to live out some freaky fantasy? Oh hell no.

"Get...off...me!" I grunted, shoving him hard in the chest. Dizziness made the room spin as he tumbled to the side; I wasn't going to be able to last very long on my feet. I had to fight, though. No way was I going to leave myself unconscious in a room with a psychopath, dressed like the psychopath's creepy crush. No, I didn't exactly want to be an episode of The First 48. I scrambled up to my feet just as Vlad began prowling around the room, watching me closely. I felt like a hunted animal.

Jesus Christ, Danny. Where the hell are you?

Vlad pounced on me again, pinning me against the wall. I shrieked in pain when my head collided with the wall; black spots began blossoming in my vision. I was about to pass out...but I couldn't, I had to fight it...

And then, Vlad was off of me. I collapsed to the floor and stared around in confusion. Vlad had been tackled away from me by none other than -

"Danny," I breathed. He was the last thing I saw when I succumbed to the darkness there ony the floor in Colorado, and he was the first thing I saw waking up in the hospital.


"This was...I don't know if I should say it was good..." Danny murmured, lowering the report from his face. "Don't you think they'll be confused about Fenton and Phantom? You both referred to me as 'Danny' in both forms,"

Sam shifted in his lap. She, Danny, Tucker, and Jazz were currently lounging in the Manson's basement. Danny was holding Sam, who was settled in his lap, while he read over her and Tucker's reports they would turn in to the police department.

"Those are the rough drafts. We turned in the final copies a few hours ago. I just figured that you would be interested in what actually happened, since we cleaned the final copies up a lot." Sam smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He grinned and blushed in return.

"Aw, come on." Tucker said from the other couch. "I thought once you guys started dating you would stop with the blushy moments!" He was currently sitting with his arms wrapped tightly around Jazz, who was snoozing against his chest.

"Anyways," Danny said, shooting Tucker a dirty look. "It was really well written. You should consider going into writing as a career, Sam,"

She shrugged, absently trailing a finger down the scar on the side of her head. "I was thinking more of a vet kind of a deal, but I guess I could write on the side." She smiled radiantly at him, making his heart turn several flips.

"But I don't like what you wrote about." He frowned, handing the report back to her. "It makes me want to punch something. Preferably Vlad."

"What about mine? Did you like mine?" Tucker wiggled his eyebrows.

"You cussed a lot," Danny said. "And I don't like that you almost gave up on Sam. Or that you talked about wanting to ask her out. Back off, she's mine!"

"Yeah that was a little...weird." Sam said, craning her neck around to give Tucker a disapproving frown. "The asking me out part. As for you," She turned back to Danny. "You are now fully aware of the fact that I can take care of myself, regardless of how hurt I am. This just proves it."

"Yeah, I guess. You kind of kick ass," Danny grinned and kissed her deeply.

"Obviously!"

"So were your parents upset?"

"Not as much as I thought they were gonna be," Sam said, tracing a circle on Danny's chest. She nestled her head in the crook of his neck, pressing her scar against his warm skin. "I think they were just relieved that I was actually alive."

"Mine went insane." Tucker said hollowly. He was absently stroking Jazz's long hair. "They were threatening to lock me in my room for the rest of my life."

Danny and Sam couldn't help but laugh at that; Tucker joined in reluctantly, and soon the sound of the three teen's laughter was echoing through the entire Manson mansion. Jazz awoke, rubbing her eyes groggily.

"What the heck are you guys laughing at?"

Tucker began to explain, wiping tears away from his eyes as he did. Danny smiled, lightly cupping Sam's cheek and caressing her cheekbone with his thumb. She grinned sleepily up at him. His future family, all in one room. How beautiful was it that the people who would get him through the rest of his life were the ones he'd known since birth?

"Danny? You're doing it again."

"Sorry...I can't help it. I'm just so glad you're okay."

"That doesn't mean you have to stare at me. Creeper."

Danny laughed and kissed her lightly on the nose. "Your creeper."

"Not if you keep staring at me!"


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