Before I say anything else, the plot credit goes to sailormoonluver218. Look at you, being all brilliant and whatnot (;


This one was fun to write.

I have a funny story at the end of this chapter about my favorite word in the world.

Hm...I don't have any funny college stories today. Sad day. But hey, it's only Monday. The week is still young. XD

Hope you guys enjoy this one. I don't own Danny Phantom or the movie Most.


Chapter One: What Would You Do?

September 12, 2011

"Alright, so...what was your most embarassing moment?"

"I'm not about to tell you!"

"Oh come on! Nothing we talk about here will leave this room, I swear."

"I'm pretty sure Tucker has this room bugged for these kinds of occasions."


"Fine! When I was in fourth grade, I had to wear a bright pink dress to school because all of my other clothes were in a suitcase that had gotten lost on the way back from a trip with my family. It was humiliating."

"I vaguely remember that..."

Sam swatted his arm playfully. "No, you really don't. Because if you did, you would die."

Danny laughed. He was sprawled across his bed, lying on his side to stare up at Sam. She was sitting cross-legged on his bed, facing his door. "Aw, come on. It wasn't that bad. You looked cute."

"I didn't know that the word 'cute' could ever be applied to me." Sam grumbled.

"Of course it can! You're cute, Sam. Trust me." Sam glanced at him, and they both looked away and blushed a deep shade of scarlet.

"Okay, my turn. Hmm...what was your scariest ghost battle?"

"Oh that one's easy. My first was my scariest."

"What? Your first was against...the Lunch Lady. You think she was scarier than...oh, I don't know...Pariah Dark, King of the Ghosts?"

"Well, yeah, he was scary. But I had an idea of what I was doing then. With the Lunch Lady, I didn't know what the heck I was doing. Plus, she kidnapped you. I was really scared that she had done something to hurt you and that I wasn't going to be able to protect you. You have no idea how scary that was for me, not knowing where you were or if you were okay..." His blue eyes peered up at her, guaging her reaction.

"You shouldn't have come after me," She said quietly.

"What?" He sat up and stared at her. "I'm sorry, did you just say that I shouldn't have come after you?"

"Yes. You shouldn't have come after me. You should have left me."

"Um...are you serious right now? Is this a joke?" Danny glanced over his shoulder, as if waiting for Tucker to pop out and say 'Fooled you!'

"I'm being serious. I don't want you to come after me. Seriously. They're only using me to get to you when that happens. Don't give them what they want by coming after me. Do what you think is best for everyone, not just for me."

"What if I want to do what's best for you?" He asked, leaning toward her pointedly.

"Okay...imagine this. You work as a bridge operator. The kind that fold up when a tall car passes beneath it. Now, imagine you took me with you to work one day. You lift the bridge and let me go down to the gears of the bridge to see how it works. Suddenly, a train comes along, and the bridge is still lifted. I'm trying to get your attention, but you don't see me, so I try to lower the bridge. I end up falling and getting caught in the gears. The train has 200 men, women, and children on board. There's no time for you to get down to the gears to help me. So you can either lower the bridge, which would kill me, but save those 200 people, or you leave the bridge up, which would save me, but kill those 200 innocent people. What do you do?"

Danny gaped at her. "That's not a fair question!" He said indignantly when he had recovered. "That would never happen!"

"They made a movie about it. So what would you do?" Sam eyed him carefully, trying not to smile smugly as he squirmed. He opened his mouth as if to answer, but then appeared to think twice, and shut it again. His brow was furrowed. He looked truely stumped by the question.

Before Sam could get a straight answer out of him, her phone rang shrilly in her pocket. Danny watched her speak with her mother, his brow still furrowed in confusion and indecision.

"I have to go," Sam sighed, rolling her eyes and flipping her phone shut. "My parents are having a few potential clients over, and my dad always likes having me around when clients come. He says I make him look like more of a family man." Sam rolled her eyes again and pushed herself off Danny's bed. Danny watched her walk to his bedroom door in silence. "Hey, listen, think on that question, okay? I want to hear the answer tomorrow," Sam smiled softly at him before opening his door and disappearing around the corner. Danny watched her go.

This decision should be easy, he thought. Of course I would lift the bridge and save those 200 people. I couldn't just let them all die.

But...but I couldn't just let Sam die either...

What if it was the other way around, what if you were the one caught in the gears and Sam was working the bridge? I would want her to lower the bridge, I'd want her to save all those people. I would die to save them in a heartbeat.

But could I sacrifice Sam to save 200 people I don't know?

"There's no way this happened," Danny growled, leaping off his bed and booting his laptop up. The screen burst to life, casting a dim glow around the otherwise darkened room. After a brief moment of searching, the plot of a movie called Most popped up. Danny read the plot summary, and cringed when he realized that the father sacrificed his son to save the people on the train.

Could I do it? If the time came, could I give Sam up to save others?


I officially got all of my friends using the word 'derp.'

I'm not gonna lie, it makes me pretty happy.

My friend texted me earlier while I was still in class, and this is how the conversation went:

Jack: Tori

Jack: Tori!

Jack: TORI!



Jack: I'm sitting outside your class. I see your backpack through the little window by the door, but your desk is empty. Where are you?

Me: the corner. Quit derpin.

Jack: Why are you in the corner? Did your teacher get you in trouble?

Me: No my partner and I moved here to get some quiet

Jack: You are such a derp.


Jack: NEVER.

Oh Jack. Forever doomed to derp.


Favorite word.


- Tori