AN: Again, this is the fourth installment of my series "Danny's Story". If you have not read at least the last two parts, you will be seriously confused. The first installment, Bitter Unions, is rated M as it is very graphic and contains rape. The second installment, New Beginnings, contains MPreg, pedophilia and male sex. The third installment, Deliverance, contains MPreg and adult themes. The last two are much less graphic than the first. If the themes in Bitter Unions would disturb you but you would really like to read the rest of the series, please check out my forum page and read my chapter companions. I have companions for the entire chapter series of one, majority for the second (sorry for those still waiting for me to complete it. It doesn't look good.) and a companion for the entire first story. Please check out my profile page for the url to the forum page. This story is a love triangle between VladXDannyXSam. The first two are establishing VladXDanny while the second one establishes DannyXSam. This installment is ultimately a DXS. Life's Changes contains adult content. Reader beware.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

Danny's Story, Part 4: Life's Changes

Chapter One: Unanswered Questions

I paced the floor of my room. Dani was in trouble and time was against me. I just didn't know what to do, unfortunately. I had no way of finding her. I have done everything in my power to locate her but something is hiding her from me. After I discovered Vlad didn't have her, I contacted my army. They've been trying to turn up any leads for the last two days but nothing of importance has turned up. I found it unlikely that Dani could be captured by a human but with what happened to me a week ago fresh in my mind, nothing should be left unturned.

It was early in the morning on a Saturday so no one else was up. My sleeping pattern has been thrown off since the beginning of the month so I've been exhausted as of late. I just can't sleep, though. My mind keeps racing and I see these images of Dani in trouble. I don't know what is going off with her but I know she's in trouble. Dani would have contacted me before now.

I slowed down and went into my nursery. Lilly was sleeping peacefully so I decided to leave her be. I cleaned up a little bit, actually taking the clothes that litter my floor to the washroom. I couldn't sleep but I didn't want to do nothing. All that did was make me a nervous wreck. After my room was spotless and with the clothes still in the washer, I just started cleaning up a little. I wasn't pulling things out to sweep behind or anything. I was just rearranging the detergent bottles, folding towels and things like that. I picked up a basket of Jazz's clothes that I got out of the dryer and that's when something happened.

My world started spinning. I sat the basket down before I would drop it or fall down. After a moment, my sight cleared. "That was strange," I said softly. I was a pro at dizzy spells. I bent my knees slowly and picked up the basket, rising slowly still. No dizzy spell. I carried the basket upstairs.

Finally, the washer finished so I could put them in the dryer. The minute I opened the washer, my nose hairs burned. I crouched, shutting the lid. I covered my nose with my arm and lifted the lid again. I added more detergent and started it again, chuckling. Those clothes were so repulsive, my sense of smell returned because of it. That puts a new spin on awakening the dead!

I was watching a little TV, my feet propped up, when Sam and Tucker came over. Tucker sat down on the opposite side of the couch while Sam sat down in front of me, wrapping her legs around mine. "Hey," Sam smiled at me. We kissed quickly. "What are you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep," I smiled softly. "I'm going to alert the Division to help bring Dani home today. I've been trying to come up with a right way to do it." I looked down at Tucker, my nose hairs burning again. "Dude, did you change that shirt?"

"Yeah," Tucker cried. "Why? Does it stink?"

"It's like the clothes I washed earlier," I said, shaking my head. "They rank so much, I felt my nose hairs burning." I chuckled. "I washed them again."

"Can you smell it," Sam asked me hopeful.

"Not smell," I said softly. "I just can tell it has an unpleasant odor to it."

"I don't smell anything offensive," Sam said softly. "And believe me, I'd tell Tucker if he did."

"I don't know," I chuckled, shaking my head. I wrapped my arms around her back. Sam snuggled into my chest.

A little later, the washer went off again. I got up but Sam and Tucker followed me. As soon as I opened the washer, that same smell hit me like a ton of bricks. I gasped, coughing as I covered my nose.

"Again," Sam asked me.

"Don't you smell that," I asked. Of course, that was an incorrect way to put it. I couldn't smell it either.

"It just smells like detergent to me," Sam said. She picked up a shirt and I turned from her. "It's just the washing powders, Danny. Nothing's wrong with it."

"There's something wrong with it," I declared. "That doesn't smell good."

"Hold up," Sam said. "You boys go back to the living room. I'm going to my house and we'll see if I can take care of that smell for you."

"Okay," I said, sighing. We went back as Sam shut the lid and dismissed herself. When I heard the door open a few minutes later, Sam told me to stay there. Soon, she came in. "What did you do," I asked her as she came back into my arms.

"I put some scentless detergent in your clothes," Sam said. "See if that helps."

"I hope so," I sighed.

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I pushed my breakfast around more than I ate it but at least the odor from the washroom was gone. Sam and Tucker tried to get me to eat but I couldn't stomach it. I was too upset. Around nine, I got Lilly ready and we went to the Divisional headquarters. Carrie got two teams assembled per my request and we met the first team in the conference room.

"I'm looking for someone," I told the team. "I think she was kidnapped. There is a big possibility she is overseas so you will not be physically leading the investigation. I'm going to give you a list of possible places she could be and a list of known acquaintances. It is up to you to do the rest. Anything that you turn up comes directly to me. No one else is to know. If Samuels asks you for an update, tell him to talk to me. This gets to no one outside of these walls."

I passed out a book I had created. It was after eleven now because I had took the time to put this together. Inside the pack was a picture of Dani in both forms. I used her human form as a possible change in disguise. They knew this wanted person was a ghost but they had orders to bring her in like a human if they do find her. The team dismissed themselves. The second team that Carrie assembled came in.

"You asked to see us, sir," the one with the most seniority asked. These guys were senior field agents so they had the skills to get the job done.

"We're leading a raid," I said softly. "It's going to be on the Guys in White. If you want to back out, do so now. If not, we strike at one."

"We're at your service, sir," a second one said.

"Do you think the Guys in White could have Dani," Sam asked. "We haven't heard from them since Mr. and Mrs. Fenton sold the Fentonworks."

"Those guys took out of here," I said softly. "But the entire organization is a big one. I'm going to Springfield."

"So are we," Tucker added confidently.

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Sam and Tucker stayed at the headquarters while I took Lilly to the castle. I should have taken her there to begin with but I was unsure if I really would raid the Guys in White. Sam said she would get the warrants in while Tucker was getting the necessary tools to do the job. The team Carrie assembled for me were the ones that were helping me lead the raid. I also needed agents who would do the necessary laborious tasks. We senior field agents would be busy with the documents and serving of the warrants. Tucker was assembling normal agents as a part of the necessary tools.

After I delivered Lilly to the castle, on the way through the lab, I sensed my parents. I took a detour to the workstations. "Mom. Dad," I said softly.

"Hi, honey," Mom said softly. "Are you feeling any better?"

"I just wanted to tell you that I have a team assembled to raid the Guys in White in Springfield. Are you wanting to tag along?"

"What," Mom declared in shock.

"I'm wanting to do some investigations," I kept my reason simple. "If you want to see things up close, you'd better tag along. If not, you can always read my reports."

Mom stood up, putting her invention away quickly. "I'm going. Jack?"

"Sure," Dad said, not quite in the rush Mom was.

We rode back in my truck that brought me here. I had the time so I decided to take it slowly. Now I'm glad I did. We made it to headquarters at twelve-twenty. Mom and Dad done some necessary procedures while Sam and Tucker updated me on what they had done. We were ready for the largest seizure in Region Three's history.

Things would be different this time. When I went to the GiW's headquarters the first time, I was alone. They won't be seizing my badge this time. Not with as many agents as I have here. Sam even went a step further and called in ten Marines and fifty Guardsmen. Things would definitely be different this time!

I really thought I would be going in second command but Mom said she was just tagging along on my mission. So when we arrived shortly after two hours travel time, I walked into their headquarters. I had a bulletproof vest on like everyone here but I felt silly. I was bulletproof anyway. Mom, Dad, Sam, and Tucker walked directly behind me. The senior agents walked directly behind my family, followed by the teams and the G forces.

I walked into the lieutenant's office, catching him in the middle of a conversation. He looked up infuriated that I interrupted him. "Peter Garland," I said in a firm voice, "you and your operation are hereby under investigation by Division G. You have been served," I said, slamming the warrant on the table. Garland had a look of disbelief on his face as I turned from him, looking at my agents. "Tear this place apart and seize everything. Have Mr. Garland escorted out of this room." I began walking towards the door, pointing at five Marines and five Guardsmen. "Follow me."

"Who the hell do you think you are," Garland asked incredulously. "Who let these children in here?"

"Please come with me, Mr. Garland. Let's keep this civilized," one of my senior agents replied. Mom, Dad, Sam and Tucker followed the G forces and I out. Garland was going to throw a fit, I knew that. He'd end up in handcuffs by the end of the day, anyway, because saying the GiW don't partake in illegal activities is like saying cats bark.

I led them down a corridor until I came to a conference room. Tucker had showed me a map he had downloaded so I knew where I was going. "Bring all members to this room," I said to the Guardsmen. I turned to one Marine. "I want you to guard this place. I think you are enough. You can handle this, right?"

"Of course, sir," the Marine said, no reaction on his face.

"They will get rowdy," I said matter of fact. "You'll want to keep them in order." He nodded as I turned to the Guardsmen. "I want you five to escort the members. Tell the others where I want these guys." They saluted me and I returned it. They went to work. I turned to the last four forces there. "You are to accompany my parents and my friends, regardless of their preference. If anything happens to them, I am holding you accountable. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," the jarheads declared. I nodded.

"Unbelievable," Sam grumbled.

"What about you," Mom asked. "There are only five here and you put him on member duty. Who is going to assist you?"

"I will not be assisted," I said softly. "I can handle myself. It's you guys I'm worried about."

"Danny," Tucker said softly. "You really should have an escort."

"I'm fine," I said softly. "You take your orders from me," I said to the Marines. "If Mom tries to give you any hassle, I will deal with it later. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," they said in unison. I walked out of the room. Mom was the only one who had more authority than I did here so she was the only one who should be able to supersede my authority. However, this was my mission so I took point. Mom couldn't give an order to trump my law after giving me point. In other words, the Marine Mom takes will not lose his job because he only accepts orders given by me.

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An hour in and the place was in chaos. One of the agents made it to a phone in time and called in backup. However, they didn't seem to get the point. If their numbers couldn't handle us from the beginning, there was no amount of agents that would overwhelm us. The Guys in White didn't have the same kind of training we did. They were mostly FBI dropouts that joined Division G but since they couldn't join the FBI, they certainly couldn't handle our requirements. This is why they are only supposed to observe and report. Ten of their agents couldn't compare to one of the average agents. That's not even counting the senior agents and it certainly doesn't count Team Phantom's involvement.

The base in Springfield was where all the results from Illinois came to. There was a reason Adam was born five years or so ago. The Guys in White have countless agencies throughout the country. They didn't report to Division G anymore so after one of their agencies discovered a single ghost, it never made it back to headquarters. I don't know where they found that one lone ghost but it was years before I opened the portal. We rescued Adam from the GiW headquarters in Quantico.

I was listening to the transactions going across my radio so I had a pretty good idea what was going off. Tucker had went to the technology research lab with five Guardsmen and his one Marine and was looking into their digital files. Sam had the same amount of G forces and was looking into their paper trails. The five Guardsmen I pulled with me had each joined a team lead by a Marine and they had captured all the Guys in White. Mom and Dad were working together and had looked into their medical research.

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I kept myself busy in Garland's office all day. I went through the main database, looking for any trails. Just because Dani was in Tokyo last we talked doesn't mean the Guys in White couldn't get their hands on her. However, for my efforts, I pulled up empty handed.

That evening, I was in my individual office filing up a report. 'Request to dissolve organization' sat at the top of the form. I couldn't do this myself but I was pretty sure after all the evidence we produced today, Samuels won't be against it.

The form asked me if the organization was a vital part of our community. I marked the yes box. The next section asked me to come up with a suitable replacement if I could. I sighed, thinking it over.

There was no doubt that the novelty of the Guys in White was vital to our community. If there was ever a time we needed extra eyes out there, looking for ghosts, it was now. I couldn't come up with a good replacement, though.

Well, those kids at the camp are smarter than you guys and they're under ten.

Of course! When our involvement as Team Phantom was exposed to the school, I was explaining to Charlie and them that my four through ten hunters age group were smarter than my peers. I was just trying to explain the huge gap between them and us but it's not a bad idea. We don't need lousy agents to form an observation group. We can use the Youth Division, adolescent year hunters to report any ghostly activity.

Youth Division, adolescent year hunters have the skill and experience to fulfill this job. No weapons will be required so the law will not be broken. There is no need for schedules or patrol routes because the hunters will be able to observe while doing their everyday tasks. From my own experiences, I know that ghosts frequent where they have better chances of feeding. Schools are a major ghost attraction.

The only place that the law is obsolete is Amity Park. The rest of the country, it is illegal for anyone under the age of eighteen to walk the streets with a weapon. However, no weapons will be necessary. I'm sure this could work.

I signed the paperwork and left my office. I had placed many personal effects on my desk. I had a picture of Sam, Tuck and I, one of Lilly by herself and one of Tucker and Lilly. On my desk in the Oval office (still ridiculous), I have a picture of Sam and Lilly and a picture of my entire family. We took it after Christmas so I do mean my entire family. Mom and Dad, all six of them; my four grandparents, Jazz, Tucker, Brit, Dani, Sam, holding Eddie, and I, holding Jacob, are all pictured together. I have a small picture of Lilly in the corner added because Lilly wasn't home at the time of the picture.

I put the form in the outgoing pile and went to meet up with Sam and Tucker. I missed my little girl.

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I needed something else. I had my hunters searching for Dani in America and looking into tips from the rest of the world and I had my army searching the Ghost Zone. However, I was missing a vital area before. My army could dig a lot deeper in the real world. Oh, lord.

"Record Keeper," I asked from my office. He was nowhere around but he wasn't kidding when he said he knows the castle best. He ghosted into my office.

"Yes, my liege," he said.

"I need your personal opinion," I said frankly. "I want a troop sent to the human world to look into my sister's disappearance and I have no idea who I can trust. I need ghosts who would not be tempted to feed on the humans, who would make keeping their species a secret as much of a top priority as returning my sister safely and who could do the job. Is there anyone like that in this castle?"

The Record Keeper chuckled. "Yes, sire. I could assemble a team that fits that description. Would you like a dossier of the soldiers before I do?"

"I would appreciate it," I said, relieved.

A stack of folders in a box transported on my desk. "I shall return when you require me," he said, bowing. He ghosted away.

"Daddy," Lilly called, flying towards me. She couldn't walk. No matter how good she was, she still hadn't learned to walk yet. It was funny because you have to know how to walk to fly in the Ghost Zone as a human so she used her powers even in the Ghost Zone. "What are you doing?"

I picked her up and placed her on my lap. "I'm trying to put a team together so I can get Aunt Dani back," I said softly. Lilly knew Dani was missing but I tried to hide how scared that idea made me.

"Is Aunt Dani going to be okay," Lilly asked, frightened.

"You bet," I said, feigning confidence. It depended on who had her and for what purpose. Dani could be fatally in danger. If someone has kidnapped her to do experiments on her, then she could die in the operations. The fan fictions get that one right.

"You're not sure," Lilly observed. She attached to my hip and I soothed her.

"You wanna help me put this team together," I asked her, trying to get her mind off it.

"Would it help Aunt Dani," Lilly asked.

"It could," I said softly. "It would make our chances of bringing her home higher."

"I'll do it," Lilly said, turning up in a smile. I formed a desk chair with no legs out of ectoplasm and put it on my desk. I put three folders on her table.

"You're looking for someone who is faithful to us, who has shown no problems in the past and who has passed my fighting courses that I taught when I was pregnant with you. If they meet those requirements, put the folder here," I said, touching my desk tray. "Okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," Lilly smiled. I smiled back at her. I picked up my first folder, opening it as Lilly opened her first folder. This just has to work. If not, I could lose Dani forever.

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I was so exhausted. I barely put Lilly in bed, asleep herself, before I collapsed on my own bed. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. I left the stupid helmet in my cubby and tried to get my restless mind to agree with my exhausted body. I held my eyes open in slits but I couldn't get my mind to slow down enough to fall asleep. I changed positions but nothing seemed to work. When I lay over on my stomach, I knew I would still be sleepless tonight. I drug myself out of my bed, pulling my sheets off the mattress. I drug myself downstairs and washed the sheets.

I laid across the couch, hoping the change of scenery would ease me into sleep. I was so exhausted. I didn't have the energy anymore. I had emotionally, physically and mentally spent myself but now I couldn't replenish those areas. I started tossing on the couch like I did in my bed but just like in my room, I couldn't get to sleep. I went into the kitchen and warmed me a cup of milk. It's the oldest trick in the book and it used to work for me before.

I kept imagining that cheese as I drank my milk. Once I downed the cup, I pulled out the makings for a grilled cheese sandwich. It was the first thing I've eaten in at least two days. My stomach churned if I ate too quickly so I ate slowly so every bite counted. I was a pro on nausea as well so I knew how to keep the food down.

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I had pretty much done everything I could through the night hours. I knew this wasn't helping. I was exhausted but I was working. When morning arrived, I was surprised to find Mom coming down before Sam and Tucker came over. "I knew it," Mom sighed. "You didn't get any sleep last night either, did you?"

"Not a wink," I sighed exhaustedly. "I'm so tired but I can't calm my mind down enough to get some rest. I don't know what to do."

"I do," Mom said softly. "Did you eat anything?"

"A grilled cheese sandwich around four last night," I said softly. "I'm giving you a heads up. I was bored last night and there was nothing on. The kitchen is a mite different."

Mom walked into the kitchen and turned the lights on. She gasped at what I had done. All the shelves were cleared off and I had cleaned all the appliances. I even cleaned the refrigerator as I tried to find that God awful reek that was inside it. Turns out, it was just some potato soup Mom had made for dinner last night.

"Danny," Mom declared. "Honey, have you started nesting or something?"

"Nesting," I asked, confused. "You mean like what a dog will do before she has puppies. I'm not shredding anything?"

"For a human, they start preparing their nests. I think you've started nesting for Lilly," Mom started chuckling. "It's wonderful, honey. Thank you."

"Thank you for having a mildly dirty kitchen," I sighed. "So, you know how to get me to get some rest. I've already tried the warm milk approach, just so you know."

"This has nothing to do with wives tales," Mom said, softly. "Go upstairs in your room. I'll let Sam and Tucker know what's going on."

"Okay," I sighed. I went upstairs and checked on Lilly. The baby had worn herself last night looking through the files. I laid down on my bed, staring at an old dream that now rested on my ceiling. Mom finally came in with a needle. "What's that," I asked in a panic.

"It's a sleep aid," Mom said softly. "It's completely safe. It'll just help you rest."

"Can't I take it in oral form or something," I asked, pushing myself on the other side of the bed. What would Mom say if that needle suddenly broke when it went against my arm?!

"This will work faster," Mom said softly. "Now sit still!"

"Mom, there is something you need to know," I said in one breath. She looked at me expectedly. "My skin is a mite stronger than it used to be. You have to be meticulous in how you put a needle in my arm."

"And why haven't I heard of this side effect," Mom demanded. "I seem to remember to put a needle in your arm before."

"I was lucky," I fibbed. The only thing that made me lucky that day was I had a heads up to take my powers away. I even failed at staying away from Vlad that day.

"I'll put it in gently," Mom said.

"Can't I take this in capsule form," I begged. I did not want her to see that needle break. The clinic has been poking me for months and they still mess up sometimes.

Mom grabbed my arm, "Sit still!" I clenched my eyes shut, wishing I was anywhere but here. This couldn't possibly be a pathetic dream. I haven't slept in over a week! "There," Mom declared. "See. That wasn't so bad."

"You did it," I called, looking to the needle in shock. It was intact.

"Of course I did it," Mom declared. "I'm a lot better than those doctors at the clinic!"

I relaxed. "I know you are," I said, yawning. "Man, it's already working."

"Then why don't you allow me to give you examinations," Mom sighed. "I understand why you talk with the therapist but I would like to be included in your sessions."

"It has to do," I said in a loud yawn, "with the reason I erased your memories." I yawned again. "I can't talk to you or allow you to know my medical history because you could figure it out."

"Figure it out," Mom asked. A dark haze enveloped her. "Your secret could be figured out by your medical files?"

"It's that simple," I think I said. I was losing consciousness and it was hard to focus. "T-take care of Lilly for me," I said simply. I wanted to say something about Sam and Tucker but I felt myself sailing away. I was finally getting some sleep.

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I expected the clock to read just a little after ten when I sat up. I knew the medication wouldn't last long but the lack of sleep I've had should have kept me under a little longer. However, I jumped out of bed when my clock read after five. I hit the floor from the dizzy spell. Holy Hell, I've been asleep for twelve hours almost! I stood up, confused as to why I've been getting these dizzy spells, but taking the precautions I normally take. I checked my nursery but Lilly wasn't there. I took my time going down the stairs, holding onto the rail. I have been asleep for a long time. Maybe that's why I'm dizzy.

I walked in the kitchen and I thought the odor was strong enough to throw me back. I covered my nose, actually dry heaving. I retreated into the living room.

"Danny," Mom asked, worried. "Honey, are you okay?"

The smell followed her as she came towards me. "No," I begged. "Don't come any closer. What are you cooking in there? It smells like New Years at the Calloways!" Mom and Dad Number Three follow the tradition of eating cabbage on the first day of the year and that's what I was referencing. It smelled horrible.

"It's pizza," Mom said softly. "My pizza!"

"Really," I asked intrigued. Mom stood in the kitchen while I stood behind the couch, a good fifteen feet away.

"First you throw out my potato soup and now you don't like my pizza," Mom asked confused. "Why did you throw out that soup? It was just made yesterday."

"There was something wrong with it," I said softly. "But then again…" I trailed off. I love Mom's pizza. Her pizza could kick the butts of those big chain pizza places and even the frozen pizzas. Why would I find that offensive? Why would I find detergent? Something's not right.

"You wouldn't by any chance make me a grilled cheese sandwich and bring it here, would you," I asked. I need to eat something and I've found something I like.

"Of course," Mom replied. "Do you want me to check your temperature or test for an illness?"

"No," I said, thinking it over. Not for Mom to do it, of course. "Just the grilled cheese, please."

"Sure, baby. You want to eat it upstairs or is the couch far enough away?"

"The couch is fine," I said, walking around it. "Have you heard from Sam and Tucker?"

"Yeah," Mom said softly. "They took Lilly out so she could have some fun. She was afraid of awakening you so they've been out all day."

"What," I asked panicked. I pulled my phone out and dialed Sam's number in a hurry.

"Hello," Sam answered.

"Please tell me you have Lilly," I pleaded.

"We're at Team Phantom's headquarters," Sam said simply. I released a breath. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I just got worried," I sighed. "Never know when a ghost will trick Mom and Dad."

"The guards are still on her," Sam deadpanned. "I'd feel sorry for anyone targeting that little girl."

"If it could fool Mom," I began.

"Don't be ridiculous," Sam scoffed. "It wouldn't get past them if it was from a thousand miles away."

"Well, thank you for keeping her busy. What has she got into today?"

"She's been playing at HQ," Sam chuckled. "She loves playing video games with Tucker." I knew that. I smiled as I imagined her sitting on Tucker's lap as he played a single player game and he and Lilly fussed over something or another. "Did you get some rest?"

"Yeah," I said, releasing a huge breath. "I slept for nearly twelve hours on a single dose of sedation."

"I knew you would," Sam sighed. "You were so exhausted. It's just like after Freakshow. All it took was a chance to fall asleep and you wouldn't wake up for a long time."

"I guess," I sighed. Mom brought in my grilled cheese sandwich. "Ooh. I've got to go! I'll see you guys in a bit."

"Okay," Sam said, confused. I hung up.

"Oh, thank you," I declared. I hope it tastes as good as it did last night.

"You're welcome," Mom chuckled. "I brought you a glass of apple juice."

"Yeah," I sighed. It wasn't as depressing as seeing the jug that day when Mom still knew but it brought up some not-so-pleasant memories. With the dizziness and the nausea, it's like I'm pregnant with Lilly again. I took a drink but it wasn't the same as when I was pregnant with Lilly. It didn't have the same flavor qualities as it did with Lilly. At least it didn't taste bad.

The grilled cheese on the other hand was worth dying for. I ate it slowly so I could keep it down. When I finished, I left the plate on the table and hollered at Mom. I hated relying on her to take it to the kitchen but I wouldn't dare step foot into that kitchen. There would probably be more attractive smells at a city dump.

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Lilly and Tucker were playing a game of scrabble when I got to HQ. I would say losing to a baby would be a sure sign you're in trouble but then again, I know Lilly. Vlad had given her lessons and that's how she knew so much. I still talked down to her but in all honesty, she should talk down to me. Vlad was given the chance to tutor Lilly how he hoped to tutor me. I really should complete his lessons but I want Lilly to have a chance to be a kid. I guess I'm a lot like the movie Daddy Day Care in that sense. You only have the chance to be a kid once. You should enjoy it while it lasts. With Lilly, it's worse because she still hasn't had a chance to be a kid.

"Top that, Uncle Tucker," Lilly declared.

"Can someone get me a dictionary," Tucker asked uncertain. Lilly started giggling.

I chuckled, causing everyone to look at me. "Daddy," Lilly cried, flying at me. I picked her up, holding her tight. I kissed her cheek.

"Hey, there, Lilly-Bear," I smiled at her. "Don't be mean to Uncle Tucker. It's not nice to use big words he can't understand."

"She's seven months and four days," Tucker cried. "She shouldn't know that word!"

I rubbed my nose to Lilly's. "She takes after her mommy. She's smart like Sam is."

"I sure am," Lilly cried. I packed her back to the table and put her in her highchair.

"Getting beat by an opponent in a highchair," I said, feigning disappointment. "How the mighty have fallen? Shouldn't you use that mind power to get an edge?"

"After what happened to you," Tucker declared. "Hell no! I know what happens in this family when you cheat. I'm not going that route."

"Watch your language," I scolded. "Not in front of Lilly."

"Hello no! We're not going to take it," Lilly called.

I gave Tucker a dirty look. "You didn't catch me in time," Tucker said sorrowfully.

"Okay, no more unsupervised visits with Uncle Tucker," I said under my breath.

Lilly giggled. "Daddy! Uncle Tucker isn't a bad influence."

"You just said a bad word… when your peers can't talk at all. He's a bad influence."

Lilly and Tucker giggled as Tucker put his fist to his cheek. Two pink arms wrapped around my neck. "Hi," Sam said softly.

"Hi," I said back. "What have you been getting into?"

"Some more research into the waterproof bunkers," Sam said softly. "I think I made a break in the case. You want to see."

I gave her a look. "How about we see something else?"

"You know, it can always wait," Sam said urgently. We backed out of the room, our departing not registering to Tuck or Lilly. We locked the door and I laid her down on the bed. I don't know why, but I wanted her. It was the first time I've gotten horny and allowed it to influence me. Normally, I allow her to make that call. Of course, this will only be our third time doing it.

3 3 3

I kissed down her leg, Sam moaning in pleasure. We had already had sex and now we were just fooling around. When I kissed her thigh, parallel with her pelvis, Sam looked up from her back. "Danny," Sam asked through her moan.

"Yeah," I asked, stopping my activity.

"I've been thinking a lot," Sam said, sitting up. I backed away, allowing her to. "The last time we made love and we started fooling around, I got an urge. I resisted it because I didn't want to hurt you… but can I see your vagina?"

I looked at her in shock. "You want to see my sensitive area?"

"Well, yeah," Sam said softly. "Only if you'll allow it, though. I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't get it," I asked, confused. "Why would you want to see it?"

"I was thinking last time," Sam said gently. "It was just a passing thought but it's the only thing we sexually have in common. You don't have breasts like mine and I don't have a penis."

"I've seen yours," I chuckled but I was slightly worried. The last thing I had touch that sensitive spot was Vlad when he impregnated me with Eddie and Jacob. I was really nervous about having it be touched again. I sighed. "Okay. I'll let you see it. I do trust you."

"I would never hurt you purposely," Sam said softly. I laid down beside of her, flat on my back. I felt the bed shift.

With Vlad, I knew it was coming. I could feel with him and I would feel him lift up my penis or something move behind it before whatever he was using got to the sensitive area. Not this time, though. I felt a sharp pain around the area and I gasped out, trying not to scream. "It's okay," I said softly. "The area around it is sensitive. Hence it being a sensitive area."

"I'm really sorry," Sam said urgently. I nodded, trying to breathe. She didn't know what it felt like but she was curious. I had to let her experiment and explore. I felt her hand rest directly on top of it. Slowly and carefully, one finger pushed into the flesh. I gasped but held my legs perfectly still.

There was no other sensations. Only pain and discomfort. Sam was being super gentle and if I pulled the memories of Vlad raping me there, it was a walk in the park but that's the thing with the sensitive area. No matter how many times someone touches it. No matter how often it is impaled. It all feels like the first time. Sam wasn't even really far in it. She hadn't pushed past the first joint of her finger, I'm sure.

"Does it hurt really bad," Sam asked me gently. "I can stop if it does."

"Not really bad," I said gently. "Just don't go any further."

"I wasn't planning on it," Sam said softly. "It's hard to imagine a baby coming out of this. Are you sure it's not fatal no matter what?"

"It shouldn't be," I said softly. "At least not for a full ghost," I added. "Maybe it is for a half ghost although in one of my dreams, I deliver ten children before I died."

"Ten kids," Sam declared in shock. "Dang. Glad to know Vlad has restraint."

I laughed. "He wanted kids. I was missing my family so I substituted children for you guys. It's all psychological." I shook my head. "I've been talking with the Doc too much."

I felt Sam pull her finger out. I sat up to see her tentatively putting it to her mouth. She gasped out in disgust. "What was he talking about? He thinks that tastes good!"

I laughed out in shock. "I can't believe you just did that," I declared. Sam ran to the compact fridge I had in my room. I never knew when I wanted a snack when I was pregnant. I formed an ecto-bucket as she pulled a water out of the fridge and washed her mouth out. She spit it back up in the bucket.

"That is disgusting," Sam declared. "I was curious because when you allowed us to witness Vlad stealing Lilly from you, he said your sensitive area tasted better. Yuck!"

I shook my head. "You do know curiosity killed the cat, right?"

"Now I know why," Sam gasped. "Oh, God, that tasted horrible!"

"I know what you mean," I said, shaking my head. "You don't know how much I wished I couldn't taste when I was with Vlad and he'd force me to give him a blow job. I liked it better when he was in ghost form because the pain refused to allow me to taste what he tasted like." I shook my head. "Crazy girl."

"I was," Sam said, shaking her head. "Did you ever blow Vlad when you became a couple?"

"No," I said pointedly. "I made it clear that I would never do that again. The human ejaculation I could taste and the ghost ejaculation would swell my throat shut. I didn't like either one."

"Why would it swell your throat," Sam asked me, now calming down.

"Ghost ejaculation is like acid," I said carefully. "It burned when I was a human and he was a ghost. I never gave him a blow job while I was in ghost form but when he raped me that first time and when we'd make love in ghost form, it was fine."

"Did you ever make love to him," Sam asked.

"Never," I chuckled. "Vlad said he sometimes thought about it but he was too scared. He was always the dominate."

"Should've guessed," Sam sighed. "What about you in ghost form and him in human form? Did that ever take place?"

"Yeah," I said gently. "It's not satisfying for the ghost," I said, scouring. I felt weird telling Sam I didn't feel pleasure with my ex-boyfriend but it was true. The last night we made love besides when I betrayed Sam, Vlad tried to do it in human form and I in ghost form because of my pregnancy. I didn't get any satisfaction and that's why he transformed.

"It's a safeguard," Sam said simply. "It hurts the human to discourage humans from making love to ghosts and it's not satisfying to ghosts to discourage the ghosts."

"That's probably true," I said softly. "I know I hated it. It was horrible. It's like we were two puzzle pieces from two different pictures. We just didn't…" I blushed when I realized what I was going to say. "Fit."

"Okay," Sam chuckled, looking me in the eye. "I know I should quit while I'm ahead but I have another question. Can I see you in ghost form?"

"Why," I asked. "I won't make love you, if that's what you're asking."

"No. See you," Sam repeated. I looked at her funny but I saw her eyes trail my crotch. See me!

"You want to see my penis in ghost form," I declared. "Are you sure? Ghost penises aren't that pretty to look at."

"I'll be the judge of that," Sam said.

"Okay, on one condition," I said pointedly. I sat up to look her in the eye. "You can't laugh."

"Laugh," Sam asked confused. "Why would I laugh?"

"You'll see," I sighed. I was still so unused to this. I triggered the rings. "Remember. If you start laughing, the deal is off."

"I don't get it," Sam said, shaking her head. "How could the deal be off if I've already seen it?"

I allowed the act itself to answer her question. I focused all my energy on my pelvic area. It was extremely difficult for me to bring my penis out. I know it should be easy but it wasn't. Ghosts don't excrete waste and I've never got a hard on. I'm not sure how this works. I just know what Vlad told me that one time.

Sam raised her eyebrow at me but didn't say anything. I continued to concentrate on my pelvis area. What was it Vlad told me to do? Think of something arousing. Oh. It came up.

Sam didn't laugh. She gasped. "You don't have to take your jumpsuit off," Sam declared. "Wait a minute! How is this possible?"

"My suit is my skin," I said, turning red. "I practically go around naked. I should be arrested for indecent exposure."

"But your suit was shredded three times," Sam declared. My eyes widened. Oh, no. "Are you telling me you were skinned alive each time?"

"Sam," I said gently. She looked at me with such horror and such guilt. "It's not your fault."

"I didn't even know you were in pain," Sam declared.

"It was a bee sting," I lied. It wasn't. It felt like I was being skinned alive with a thousand knives. I tried to forget it but I guess I did it too well.

"It wasn't," Sam said, choking up. "You felt it each time! You felt all of it. And you want to know how I know. You were much more depressed that week than what you should have been. I know you were missing Lilly and you were upset about the accident and you were angry about that ghost team but it was deeper. I know why you wanted to get rid of your powers now. Not only were they hurting those you love, they were hurting you. So you thought what good were they."

Sam nearly broke down crying when she first started but when she told me how she knew she grew angry. Her voice was powerful now but I didn't want to continue this. "Let's not go back there," I said gently. "I was really stupid that week. Tuck was right. You guys were coming into your powers and I abandoned you like that. I didn't know the planet was doomed at that point in time. I was going to leave the two of you to face the life of a halfa alone. That's selfish."

"You were hurting," Sam said gently. She sighed, looking down. She gasped again. "It's huge!"

I turned red. "Yeah. There's a difference. I told you."

"Vlad used his ghost penis on you in human form and he was the same way," Sam declared. "I saw his human penis. It was huge, too. I couldn't imagine it being bigger. I'm so sorry, Danny."

"So was Vlad," I said gently. "But you must remember that Vlad used to rape normal people with that ghostly penis. I know he did because when I talked to Carol, she told me she'd go numb."

"Carol," Sam asked, furrowing her brow.

"When we went to see Grandpa, Vlad took us on his jet. I talked with Vlad's longest employee and she told me some things. Vlad confessed some things to me too. You don't know how much his past hurt him. You don't know the conversations we'd have at night. Vlad persecuted himself. And he wasn't a lenient judge."

"When was the last time you saw him," Sam asked me.

"When we went over there," I said honestly. "I hadn't seen him in a while before that, though. Maybe he's moving on."

"Maybe," Sam smiled. "Have you checked on his drinking habit?"

"He was continuing it the last I checked," I said softly. "I don't know, though. Maybe he's given it up."

"Hopefully," Sam smiled. I powered down and we lay in the bed together. There was no foreplay. There was just she and I. Even with Sam, these moments mean more to me than the sex itself.

3 3 3

I had therapy today so before I could start patrol, I had to speak to Richardson. I asked her how the sessions with Vlad were coming along. Richardson is very proper so she didn't give me any details but she did tell me that Vlad was trying to move on with his life. We still couldn't get Lilly to agree to meet with Vlad so it was another unsuccessful week. Lilly is steadfast in her decision to cut Vlad off. Sam and Tucker couldn't be happier but I was a little disappointed. I think it's unfair that Vlad doesn't see her.

After therapy, I took Lilly home and went on patrol. Nothing new there. The same old crazy ghosts who are still desperate to get away from the hunters before they're caught. Tucker is still the team member who is less likely to get hurt but the ghosts have come up with a solution to Tucker's mindreading abilities. Tucker is trying to learn how to combat their new techniques but it's not without growing pains. Sam is still the member who is constantly injured, even if she doesn't get involved in a fight. I can't figure it out. My powers or even ectoplasm won't heal her. We don't even know what is causing these injuries.

I finished bandaging Sam's cut on her shoulder. This one was pretty bad and I hated how she's basically defenseless. "Are you sure you don't want me to call Reynolds?"

"I'm sure," Sam said, absolutely no pain in her voice. She claims the injuries don't hurt and I'm tempted to believe her. I've seen her with a dislocated shoulder before and she doesn't even flinch until I reset it. "Let's get some rest."

"I just don't get it," I sighed. I have looked at her injuries from every angle. Nothing seems to add up.

"We probably never will get it," Sam said softly. "We've been investigating this for a month now. Nothing sticks out."

"There's something causing this," I declared. "And I will find out what it is!"

"Don't worry about it," Sam softly smiled at me.

"Something's hurting you," I declared. "I will worry about it until I can stop it!"

Sam wrapped her good arm around my neck, kissing me on the forehead. "You're stressed. Don't get stressed."

"You're getting hurt. My hunters are getting hurt. The ghosts are using Tucker's ability to read minds against him. Dani's missing. That's too many things out of my control. I'm sorry. I'm going to be stressed."

"I know," Sam whispered softly. "Come on. Let's get some sleep. We've got school tomorrow."

I released a big breath. "I guess."

I turned around to my bed, Sam placing her good hand on my neck. She started massaging my neck. I moaned. "Does that feel good?"

"Better than I anticipated," I sighed in contentment. "Sam. You've got the hands of an angel."

Sam chuckled. "I'm glad I can help."

"I wished I could," I sighed, thinking of all that's going wrong in my world.

"Hush," Sam scolded. "I want you focused only on how good this makes you feel."

I closed my eyes, sighing some more. "I could probably do that."

"That better be all you do," Sam scolded me.

I sighed softly. "I love you, Sam."

"I love you too," Sam said softly. We laid down in my bed together, I wrapping my arms around her. She snuggled into my pillow, her back resting against my body. "Don't worry, Danny. All will turn out all right."

I looked over her body, seeing the various injuries in various stages. "I hope."

3 3 3

Sam tugged at the sleeves around her arms irritatingly. She had been wearing sleeves for two weeks now but that didn't mean she was use to them. I took her hand in mine, pulling it away from the sweater before she pulled it apart. Sam sighed in aggravation.

"I know," I smiled softly. "It's okay. It's just a sweater."

"That's the only thing bad about these injuries," Sam grumbled. "I have to wear a sweater!"

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "We don't have a choice, though."

"I know," Sam sighed again. "And I know you know what I'm going through. I just hate anything on my arms." Her other hand went to the sleeve, pulling on it. Sam groaned, irritated, pulling on it harder.

"Stop that," I chided. I took her other hand, stopping her from assaulting the sleeves further. Her poor dress from the dance when we first met Dora didn't make it. Those sleeves sat in tatters before we had our dance.

Sam started rolling her shoulder, groaning. "Come on," she complained. "It's driving me nuts!"

"Just breathe," I told her gently. "You'll get used to it."

"I doubt it," Sam groaned. We finally made it to Tucker's. Sam pulled my hands to her shoulder, using my knuckles to push the fabric. I laughed, holding my hands firm. Sam whined. "Come on," she cried. "Just a little push!"

"No," I tried to say firmly. It didn't work so it came out with a laugh.

"Tucker," Sam cried when he opened the door.

"No," Tucker retorted.

"Come on! If you can really read minds, you'll know how badly I want this!"

"You have torn five sweaters and decimated two," Tucker declared. "You need those sweaters more than you need to mess with those sleeves."

Sam turned her head, going to bite it. I put both her hands in my one hand and wrapped my second one around her neck, cutting off her attempts. "Ooh, Danny," Sam complained.

"No," I chuckled. Sam's head slammed into my hand, forcing my hand to push the fabric. "Sam," I scolded.

"Either let me do it or I'll do it my way," Sam declared. She started rolling her shoulder again.

"Neither," I declared. "Tuck's right. You will never get used to wearing a sweater if you don't put some kind of effort in."

"I have put effort in," Sam cried. "I just hate sleeves!"

"Come on," I smiled softly. We started walking to school, me pretty much holding Sam's hands captive. She tried over and over again to pull on those sleeves but I prevented her from tearing them. She got pretty aggressive with the sleeves when she pulled on them.

I dropped Sam and Tucker off in their Spanish class, reminding Tuck to watch those sleeves. Sam had torn most of her sweaters when she was alone but one of them met an early end in first block. I went to Computer Tech.

School was miserable without Sam and Tucker. I couldn't do like I did last year in music. The only reason I stuck around for Spanish was because I was practically teaching it. Now, I have three classes without Sam and Tucker and none of them is very important to me. However, most of the teachers are ghost hunters so I have to come back after a ghost sense. I don't want Samuels to hear of me skipping.

The teacher, Mrs. Hans, had us typing again. That's all we did and it was boring as hell. I was a fast typist so I was usually done first. We had the freedom to get on the internet when we finished but it did little to ease the boredom. I clicked off my solitaire game, pulling up the Internet Explorer. I signed into my team e-mail account.

Just checking on you. I haven't heard from you in a while. I know we're not exactly seeing things eye to eye but I still care for you. Richardson and I are trying to convince Lilly to see you but she's really scared. I just wanted you to know I haven't given up. You are her father and you deserve to see her. I just can't force anything on her.

I was thinking about sharing some of her pics with you. I don't know if that would make you feel worse or better so I'll leave that up to you.

It's been a while since Lilly has had any training. Do you think you can give me her instructor's e-mail or some other way to contact him? She really should continue her studies but I will probably cut some of it back. She's just a kid after all.

No sign of Dani. I have the ghost hunters and the ghosts from the castle on it. I'll let you know if anything turns up.

Talk to you later,


I sent the e-mail to Vlad and signed off. The teacher will probably assign another writing assignment in ten minutes. But until then, I'm doomed to suffer through this boredom. There was little chance of a ghost attack. A ghost would have to be suicidal to come to this school. There are more than fifty hunters at this school. That's not to say this is great news. That just means they attack further away.

I yawned, lowering myself down in the chair. I propped my head on my fist and stared at the monitor. As time continued to pass, more students finished the assignment. The room started to fill with chit chat.

"Have you heard Paulina's latest claim," one girl scoffed.

"I know," another declared. "Please! She's battier than I thought."

Another group of girls, these more popular, were also discussing the claim Paulina had made. "She's so lucky! Could you imagine making love to him?"

"I know," another girl said in a hushed voice. The conversations wouldn't reach the teacher. "He's such a hunk! I wished I could have made love with him."

"There's no guarantee that she did," another girl sitting beside them said. "It wouldn't be the first untrue claim she's made."

"She's got pictures," the girl retorted. "It's proof."

"You heard him," she retorted. "He doesn't date out of his species!"

That got my attention. "He was just trying to distance himself from Sam. He'd never turn down Paulina."

The girls looked at me. "You know what Danny said, though," a girl with the other party said softly. "Phantom and Paulina aren't compatible. I don't believe it's true."

"Then how do you explain the photos," the other girl retorted.

"She faked them," they both exclaimed.

"Well, I think you're just jealous," the other girls retorted.

"Why wouldn't we be," the second girl asked. "If anyone could bag Phantom, it would be Paulina."

"Exactly," the first girl retorted.

"That doesn't mean she bagged him, though," the same girl rebuked.

What in the world? Why would Paulina say she had sex with Phantom? How could she have proof? I didn't touch her!

I pulled up the Internet Explorer again and went on Paulina's myspace page. If proof would show up anywhere, it would be here. Her Saturday post had a picture of Phantom on it all right. I was out cold.

It was amaaaazing! Phantom and I finally decided to make it official. He's a busy guy so he couldn't stay long but he did catch a little sleep. Isn't he cute? He was such a gentleman. I love you so much, Phantom. Thank you for the experience.

I felt sick. How did Paulina get a picture of me unconscious unless… I felt a motion in my stomach and I darted out of the room. I ran to the bathroom, vomiting up violently. This can't be happening. How did Paulina get her hands on something that could knock me out?! The dream I had a month ago came back in my mind. The ghost girl. The desire to protect them. Could I have gotten Paulina pregnant and not even known about it? I threw up some more.

I came to my feet wobbly. I washed my mouth out and splashed some water on my face. No. This isn't happening. It wasn't Paulina. She couldn't have. She wouldn't know the first thing about knocking a ghost out. Where would she get the inside knowledge of that?

I backed into the wall, sliding down the stone mastery. I laid my head against my lap, trying to figure this out. It can't be a coincidence.

But I can't think of it being true.

3 3 3

I found the strength to return to first block and stay there. In second block, I couldn't dare look at Sam. I tried not to think of it but I couldn't keep the images of Paulina taking advantage of me like that out of my mind. When Paulina came into the room, she was talking about it. I prayed Sam wasn't listening in.

"Danny," Tucker said fearfully. I looked to his desk but he wasn't there. I looked around to find him trying to catch Sam. She was going for Paulina.

"Sam," I cried.

I jumped out of my desk, trying to catch her hand. It went across Paulina's face. "How the hell did you do it," Sam demanded. I grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her arms and pulling her back. "Answer me, bitch!"

"Sam," I cried.

"How dare you," Paulina declared.

"He would have never made love to you willingly," Sam seethed. "You hurt him somehow and I want to know how!" She tried to pull out of my arms.

"Sam, calm down," I cried.

Paulina stepped up to Sam, her finger in her face. "I am the Queen! How dare you smack me?"

"Get back Paulina," I declared darkly. "Sam's right! You attacked Phantom!"

"And I will rearrange that pretty face because of it," Sam threatened.

"I did no such thing," Paulina denied. "Phantom and I decided as a couple to take it a step further."

"You aren't a couple," I declared, infuriated. "You're a whinny little brat with a title!"

Paulina scoffed offended. "I am the Queen of the A-List and you are pissing me off!"

"Go ahead and get pissed off," Sam declared. "Because if you attack Phantom again, that title won't save you!"

Paulina turned to the A-List guys. "Are you just going to let them talk to me like this?"

"What do you want us to do," Tommy declared. "They're stronger than we are. They fight ghosts for a living!"

"I think Danny is doing the best thing for you," Chris replied. "He's preventing Manson from tearing your throat out."

"It's not my fault Phantom doesn't tell you everything," Paulina scoffed.

"Believe me," I declared, "I would know!" I turned Sam around. "It's okay, Sam. You need to calm down."

"I will not allow her to hurt Phantom again," Sam seethed, looking at me. She was angry but she had tears in her eyes. "I will not stand it. She will be a dead woman if she does that again."

"Calm down," I said gently. I started to soothe her, Sam's tears winning the battle. I picked her up, Sam hugging onto my neck as I packed her bridal style. I carried her outside, away from prying eyes. This was more devastating to her than Vlad and I having sex.

Maybe it's got something to do with the dream. I know it debilitated me earlier.

"Promise me you won't leave me," Sam cried. "Promise me that just because you and Paulina are going to have a baby, you won't choose her over me."

"I promise," I said softly. I wouldn't deny that I was thinking the same thing.

"I'm sorry," Sam said, wiping her eyes. "I should be comforting you."

I smiled softly. "Don't be ridiculous. There's nothing wrong with being upset. I'm upset too."

"I never imagined she would go so far," Sam said softly. I put her down. "Was it that important to her?"

"I guess," I sighed. "I just don't know how she did it."

"Me either," Sam sighed. "She had to have help. She wouldn't know how to do it just right."

"It could be anyone," I sighed. "Who knows? Paulina may have saved my life." I couldn't quite believe it, though. I woke up on my porch. How did I get there?

3 3 3

After school, I went into a classroom and powered up, going to Paulina. Paulina was heading for the bus when I grabbed her arm. "Phantom," she cried excitedly. "What are you—?"

I cut her off, "You're coming with me!"

"I'll go anywhere with you, you know that," she said, looking at me strangely. "Are you upset, sweetheart?"

"I'm not your sweetheart," I said sharply. "I don't know what happened but we will get the truth out of you."

"Are you upset about something," she asked me.

"Don't play coy with me, Paulina," I declared. "You know as well as I do that what you did was wrong." I lifted her in the air, "Hold on tight."

Paulina clung to me, frightened beyond belief. I flew her to the free clinic.

3 3 3

I couldn't tell you how relieved I was when Dr. Reynolds told me it was impossible for Paulina to be pregnant because she was still a virgin. Sam and Tucker were there with us and the relief showed on their faces as well. Paulina, on the other hand, tried to deny Dr. Reynolds's claim.

"Sweetheart, I'm looking at your cervix right now," she said softly. "You are still a virgin. You have never had sex."

"I can't tell you how much this means to me," I sighed, closing my eyes. Maybe Rosalita wasn't my daughter, after all.

Don't be so sure, Tucker thought. She still had ghost powers.

I'm not the only half ghost, I pointed out.

"Phantom and I made love Friday night. Are you sure it just hasn't shown up yet."

Dr. Reynolds shook her head disbelievingly. "It doesn't work like that, dear girl. I'll give her a pregnancy test but the likelihood is very small. She would have to artificially inseminate herself. Not an easy task to do alone."

"I'd appreciate it," I sighed in relief.

"I don't understand. Do you regret what we done?"

"We didn't do anything," I declared. I was furious.

"Calm down," Dr. Reynolds said softly. "Miss Sanchez, would you object to a session with our psychologist?"

"A psychologist," Paulina cried. "Why would you suggest that I need to talk to a therapist? I'm not crazy!"

"No, of course not," Dr. Reynolds said softly. "I don't believe that either. I'm just suggesting you speak to her. It's completely up to you."

"I don't think so," Paulina retorted. "There's no point in it."

"That's your choice," Dr. Reynolds said respectively. I started to wonder. Does Dr. Reynolds really believe she should see a shrink?

3 3 3

After the tests, I took Paulina home and returned to the clinic. "What are you thinking," I asked the doc.

"There's a condition I've heard about where the person gets objects and things in reality mixed up. What if Paulina just thought she had sex with Phantom but it wasn't even real?"

"Well, her hurting Danny was real," Sam declared. "I don't care if she is crazy. She hurts Danny again, and I will tear her to shreds."

"She's probably suffered from it for years," Dr. Reynolds sighed. "Someone should get her help. I don't know. She could just like to spin wild tales. Teenagers do that kind of thing, too."

"Thanks, Dr. Reynolds," I said softly. "I was so afraid I had gotten her pregnant. I couldn't imagine having sex with her, even if it was unconscious."

"You thought she raped you," Dr. Reynolds replied surprised. "You should press charges."

I scoffed. "Please. I don't want that kind of attention. That's the last thing I need. 'He can stop an asteroid but he can't stop a human?' No, thank you."

"You of all people should know there is no shame in being raped," she chided me.

"Excuse me," I declared. "Vlad is a powerful ghost who was ten times stronger than I was when it happened. You're accusing Paulina of being mentally incapable. There's a difference!"

"Not to mention she's a girl," Tucker mumbled. Both Sam and I looked at him. Tucker chuckled nervously.

"What? A girl can't rape a guy," Sam declared.

"What are you talking about," Dr. Reynolds asked.

"Tucker mumbled that he thought I was embarrassed because she was a girl. I'm embarrassed because she's human and I'm half ghost."

"She didn't act alone," Sam sighed. "Whoever got her to do it, used her because you wouldn't be suspicious of a human in the area."

"It worked," I sighed. "It drew me in and I was unprepared for whatever attack happened."

"You want me to give you a physical," Reynolds asked.

"I don't think so," I sighed. "Things have been weird but I don't think I'm sick or anything."

"Know we're always here," she gave me a soft smile. "And girls can rape as well as guys."

We started to walk out and I noticed Sam's hand going in to whack Tucker. Tuck ducked. Oh, poor Tucker. "Don't use your powers on me," Sam declared, angry.

"Keep your intentions better kept," Tucker retorted. It didn't escalade any farther, though.

3 3 3

It was almost tempting to have a checkup. I was constantly tired and I kept getting the sensation of unpleasant smells. The only thing I could eat was something I'd come up with. It wasn't always grilled cheese sandwiches but it was always something I wanted. However, if I ate it too quickly, I'd upchuck it.

I started sending pictures and videos of Lilly to Vlad. I kept trying to get her to agree to a meeting but she still refused. I wouldn't push her. If that's what she wanted, then Vlad would just have to wait. I went to therapy and even Richardson pushed me to have a checkup. I started thinking maybe I should.

I was reading Lilly a bedtime story after early patrol two weeks later. I was lying on my bed, Lilly pressed against my chest and the book held out away from us. Lilly rolled over, placing her hand on my belly. "What's that, Daddy?"

"What's what, honey," I asked, stopping the story.

"That energy," she asked. "It's faint but it's not yours."

The book dropped from my hands. "I don't know," I said, a little panicked. It couldn't be.

"Are you okay," Lilly asked me.

"I'm fine, honey," I said, kissing her. I picked up the book and started to read to her, but I was distracted.

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I fell asleep shortly after putting Lilly in her crib but it was restless. The next morning, I was a nervous wreck as I made breakfast for my friends, daughter and I. Lilly was going over her work exercises that the tutor would work on with her later this week and I was trying not to express my anxiety to her. Lilly seemed none the wiser.

I had a piece of whole wheat bagel and it had peanut butter spread on it. Even I had a hard time denying it anymore but I didn't dare think of it. I wouldn't until I went to see Dr. Reynolds this morning. I turned the meat for Tucker and tore off a piece of the bread. Sam and Tucker came in the room.

"Danny," Sam said softly, "I think we need to face facts here."

"Please," I said, closing my eyes, "don't say it. I'm trying to lie to myself right now."

"Don't lie to yourself," Tucker said softly. "Nothing good will come of it."

"It will keep me together for the moment," I screamed. Lilly looked up, terrified. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to yell."

"Daddy, are you okay," Lilly asked me, fearfully.

"I'm scared, honey," I said softly. I didn't know what to tell her. How would she react to the news that I'm…

I brought my hands to my head, nearly breaking down. Sam walked over to me, wrapping her arms around me. "It's okay."

"What part of this is okay," I asked, fighting the tears. "Two weeks ago, I thought Paulina was… Now I think I'm…" I felt the walls I had put up last night crumble and I nearly fell on Sam. She held me up enough until I got control over my emotions. "I don't want to do it again, guys. I love Lilly more than life itself but I don't know if I can go through it a second time."

"Things will be differently this time," Tucker said softly. "You have us."

"And that means the world to me," I sighed. "I'm just really scared. I don't remember it happening. I guess that's why I've been in denial for so long."

"What snapped you out of it," Sam asked me softly.

"Lilly asked me about an energy she felt," I said softly. "I've known for some time I just couldn't allow myself to come to terms with it. I just don't know what I'm going to do."

"We're going to the clinic, we're going to tell Jazz, we're going to keep you healthy and we're going to get through this as a team," Tucker said softly.

"Things will be differently this time," I repeated Tucker, sighing in relief. "It's going to be hard to keep it from everyone else but at least I won't have to hide from you two and Jazz."

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After breakfast, we went to the clinic. This was going to be difficult. I had Lilly with me so she could be a part of this. I took a deep breath but it didn't ease the nausea in my stomach. "Okay," I sighed, "I need you to give me a test. A very specific test."

"What kind of test," Dr. Reynolds asked, unconcerned. She wouldn't stay that way for long.

I released another breath. "A pregnancy test," I sighed. I can't believe I've finally spoken it.

"On Sam," she asked me.

"No," I sighed. "On me. I think… I think Vlad impregnated me again."

That caught her attention. "What?"

"I've been having the early signs," I sighed. The nausea in my stomach was the worst I've felt yet. I just wanted to run. No matter how preposterous it sounded, I felt like what I didn't know couldn't hurt me. Maybe if I didn't get the proof, I could deny it. It's not like I could handle another pregnancy right now.

"Are you sure," she asked me in shock.

"No," I declared in shock. "That's your job!"

"Right," she said, shaking her head. She started the preparations all over again. Sam squeezed my shoulder and I saw it when my shirt wrinkled.

I looked down to my waist again. "I threw those 3X shirts out," I groaned.

"Don't worry about that," Sam said softly.

"It's not the only thing I'm worried about," I sighed.

"That's the least of my worries," Reynolds replied. "Just remain calm, Danny." She huffed out. "I'm going to kill Vlad."

"That's my job," we three declared at the same time.

"You two won't go near him," I declared, angry.

"Watch me," they both declared. Oh, brother.

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The test was exactly as we expected. I saw Lilly's little brother or sister on the screen although I believe I'm carrying a girl. Lilly was a little apprehensive about expressing her feelings but I assured her it was all right. She seemed to be excited. I told Jazz when we made it to the house. She had many reactions but she eventually calmed down and told me she'd help me as much as she could. Things quieted down as the afternoon became evening.

It was later at night when things fell apart. Lilly had fell asleep by my side, trying to listen to my stomach for any signs of the baby, and I was stroking her hair. Sam was reading my Expecting book and Tucker was doing some research online. Jazz was there also, looking over a book on ghostly pregnancy. I don't know why they were so determined to understand these things because I think I'm a natural. However, I felt very nauseas all of a sudden. I started taking shallow breaths, hoping it was from the pregnancy and not what I think it was. Vlad teleported in.

Sam and Tucker turned around quickly but Jazz remained oblivious to the intruder. I didn't know what to do. Do I allow Lilly to sleep by my side or do I try to get Jazz to take her out of here. "Since you already know, I thought I'd pay you a visit."

I turned to Sam and Tucker. "Keep it quiet. I don't want Lilly to wake up."

Jazz had turned around to the sound of Vlad's voice. "You have no business here so I'd suggest you to leave!"

"I most certainly have business here, girl. I'm here to make sure he don't screw this one up."

"Screw it up," Sam declared in a soft growl. "I'm not quite sure how he supposedly screwed up Lilly!"

"Not Lilly although that one wasn't exactly a proven success. The one he screwed up was the last one when he had a miscarriage!"

"That was your screw up, not Danny's," Tucker retorted. I sent him a glare. He lowered his voice, "You're the one who pushed him!"

"You will keep this child safe or I will take my family to the island," Vlad said in a cold glare, aimed at me.

"You have no family here," Sam retorted in a quiet voice. "This is my family and you don't have any say in it."

"That child and Lilly are my children and Daniel is my wife. You can make as many claims in them as you want, but this is my family," Vlad declared in a loud voice.

"If you wake up Lilly, you will see who her mother is," Sam said in a quiet bark.

"Her mother is Daniel and I am her father. You are nothing to her!"

"Just get the hell out of here," I said quietly. I didn't need to shout it or even make it sound forceful.

"You can deny your feelings for me and you can refuse to come back but you will always be mine," Vlad said quietly. "Those children are ours, no matter how many times the bitch places her stakes in them."

"Your job with those children are over," Sam declared, coming to her feet. I thought she was going to challenge Vlad but instead she walked over towards me. "Now it's my job." She held out her hands, "Let me take Lilly out of here. I don't want her to possibly wake up with him here."

"Okay," I said softly. I gently lifted Lilly up and transferred her to Sam without awakening her.

Sam gently laid Lilly on her shoulder and walked straight to the door, right where Vlad was. Oh, lord.

"You will never be her mother," Vlad said, super quiet now that Lilly was on Sam's shoulder. "And Daniel is not her father."

"I already am her mother," Sam said in confidence as she walked past Vlad. There was no anger or fear in her voice. Just the simple truth. Sam took Lilly out of the room, the baby sound asleep on her shoulder.

"How could you allow that bitch to take over our family," Vlad accused of me.

"She's not taken over," I declared. "She's stepped in where you have abandoned us!"

"I abandoned you," Vlad declared in anger. Vlad stepped closer to me and I came to my feet so I didn't have the disadvantage. "You're the one who turned your back on us! If you hadn't chosen that bitch over your family, none of this would be happening. I certainly wouldn't have had to impregnate you in secrecy."

"You act as if what you did wasn't wrong," Tucker declared, standing up from the computer chair he had pushed out.

"Stay out of this, boy," Vlad retorted in Tucker's direction. "It wasn't, though. What I did was one hundred percent allowable."

"You raped him again," Jazz retorted in anger. "Danny is not yours to do as you please!"

"I won't allow my child to suffer for your crime but you have no right to touch me again," I declared. "And you certainly don't have any right to come in here and try to take over."

"The only thing I want from you is to take care of yourself better than you have on our last two pregnancies."

"Danny will take care of himself," Sam declared from behind Vlad. "You have no business here, though, so please leave!"

"You're the one with no business here," Vlad said dangerously. "Perhaps it's time for you to leave—."

"No," Tucker declared. "Hit the floor, Sam."

"Permanently," Vlad declared, enraged. Sam hit the ground as a blast of red energy went through right where she stood, burning a hole in the hallway wall.

"Vlad," I cried, going after him. Jazz and Tucker ran to Sam as I tackled Vlad. I wasn't fast enough to stop him from shooting at Sam but I was going too fast to stop myself once the blast had released. The latest developments happened in a manner of moments, Tuck, Vlad and I speaking at the same time.

"Are you okay," Tucker asked Sam.

"I'm fine," Sam said, her breathing rapid.

Vlad and I landed in the floor in a heap, sliding into my desk. The thing broke apart in a million pieces. "Don't you ever threaten them again," I declared, standing up and taking Vlad with me. I threw him back, Vlad slamming into my television set and blowing it up.

"Daniel, stop this at once," Vlad declared, winded. I powered up a blast and sent it at him. Vlad set a low-volt blast, blowing up my blast. His blast evaporated before it hit me but the velocity of the blast sent me flying back into my wall.

"Danny," Sam, Tucker and Jazz cried.

I coughed, getting the wind knocked out of me. "I'm fine," I said, breathing hard. I stood up, the room going in circles.

"You son of a bitch," Sam declared, running for Vlad.

"No," I cried. Is she insane? Sam went to hit Vlad but Vlad grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back. Sam gasped out in slight pain but enormous anger. "Let her go, Vlad!"

"Give me one reason I shouldn't evaporate you now that I have you," Vlad demanded in a low growl. "You have ruined everything! Even when he was in love with me, he couldn't get over you to allow us a chance to survive."

"He was never in love with you," Sam spat. "If you want to kill me, you'd better do it now. But I'm warning you, when I come back as a full ghost, you'll not live long enough to regret it."

Tucker and Jazz charged at them, Jazz going for Sam while Tucker went for Vlad. With the additional help from Jazz, they managed to get Vlad to let go of Sam. Tucker went after Vlad. Vlad thought Tucker would do the same thing Sam did and went to grab his hand. Tucker, however, grabbed Vlad's hand and twisted it as he had done Sam's. Vlad grunted in disbelief.

"You are on borrowed time, Samantha," Vlad declared in breathlessness. "One day, that time will dry up." Tucker too gasped in surprise when Vlad teleported out.

Sam, Tucker and Jazz ran over to me. The world was still spinning but I was leaning against the wall to keep myself from falling. "Are you okay," I asked, trying to figure out which one was Sam.

"I'm fine," Sam said, her voice breaking. "What about you? Are you and the baby fine?"

"She's not complaining," I laughed weakly. I tried to take her hand but didn't grab anything. "Okay. That's you," I said, taking her hand this time.

"Okay, you need to sit down," Sam said urgently. They led me to the bed and I laid down on my side. When the room stopped spinning, I noticed Tucker looking me over and then looking at Sam like he was studying her. Jazz and Sam didn't seem to notice.

"What are you thinking," I asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

"I think I know how Sam is getting these injuries," Tucker said softly. He grabbed Sam's hand and held it up to me. I didn't see anything. "Wait," Tucker said. He took my hand, the same hand that he had of Sam's, and squeezed my hand hard. A bruise showed up on Sam's hand. "Your injuries appear on Sam but because you heal so fast, only hers lasts. Sam's connected to you."

AN: Okay, so there's going to be MPreg in this story too. Come on, it wasn't that surprising. I just didn't put it in there earlier because I didn't want to give it away. There's many more turns coming your way, many you will not see coming. Danny being pregnant again wasn't that much of a twist. You probably expected it from the last chapter of Deliverance.

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