Warning: Okay, this is the fifth and final installment of my series, Danny's Story. If you have not read any of the previous stories, you will be seriously confused. (Some may be confused even if they read the previous stories. Review or PM me with any questions and I'll try to help you out). The first story is rated M for rape, graphic sex, adult situations, mpreg and language. The rest are rated T but it has strong language, adult situations, mpreg and the second story has slash. This series is about a love triangle between VladXDannyXSam. I like both pairs but I ship DannyXSam. Please be aware that this story has strong language, adult content, violence, and mpreg. If any of that offends you, please do not read.

Disclaimer: Yeah, right! I don't own Danny Phantom!

Danny's Story, Part 5: Moving Forward

Chapter One: Direction

My youngest sat on my lap as I brushed her hair. Megan's hair had grown out in the last few weeks. Sam would hardly recognize her. When I finished brushing her hair, Megan turned around and hung around my neck. "Mama," Megan began, "we going home?"

"Not yet, honey," I said, wrapping my arm around her knees and allowing her to sit upon my forearm. Megan continued to hold onto my neck but she secured herself on my arm. I stood up, going to our kitchen. This was Mom and Dad's premium tent. The ones we used when I was a freshman were very basic. The tent I took a week ago—now nearly two weeks ago—is very sophisticated. The interior is about three hundred square feet and it has three layers. The upstairs layer is solely for sleeping and has five cubbies. The downstairs layer is for storage. It's not that big and I've put our supplies downstairs. When it folds up, everything compacts into the space but it continues to shrink. When it's compacted, the entire tent looks like a Science book. The main floor is the most amazing design ever thought up.

Where I brushed Megan's hair was the living room. There were inflated couches, a chair, coffee tables and lamp tables. We even had a TV in the room but it wasn't a screen. There was a projector in the back and it displayed the satellite (from the roof) on a drop down screen. I was carrying Megan into the kitchen which had full accommodations. There was a full sized refrigerator, a series of cabinets, and full sized counters. There was a table in the middle of the room surrounded by chairs. I had a booster chair set up in Lilly's spot and a high chair sat in Megan's spot.

I sat Megan down in her high chair and buckled her in. I moved to the refrigerator and poured Megan a cup of grape juice in her sippy cup. I delivered the cup to Megan and went back to the refrigerator. I grabbed some eggs, milk, sausage and a loaf of bread.

As I was preparing breakfast, my eldest came into the room. A pout on her lips, hands on her hips and her t-shirt on inside out. "Good morning, sunshine."

"Are we going to see Mommy today," Lilly asked me abruptly.

Delightful, isn't she? "Not today, Lilly. I need to find a way to see her and get away."

Lilly climbed into her booster chair, crossing her tiny arms. "If you don't take me to see Mommy soon, I'll leave on my own!"

"Lilly, we will see Sam but you have to be patient. I never intended for us to have any contact with Sam or Vlad. If Vlad hadn't told me he was walking away, I wouldn't have let him see you then. We're done with Vlad, Lilly. He'll never come back. Can you not understand what that visit did for your sister? We'll see Sam again. It'll just never be the same."

"Megan saw Vlad. I should be able to see Mommy."

"We'll see her," I said, sighing. I started to beat the eggs in my bowl. It's going to hurt Sam, though, but Lilly can't see that. If I want to save Sam, I can't keep pushing these reminders in her face. Going back will only mean delaying our return. I should go immediately and stop pushing the inevitable but I can't. If I go back unprepared, I won't make it out again. Not with two toddlers.

Megan let out a soft groan, as if struggling with what she was about to say. "I-I no mind see home."

I looked to her in surprise and so was Lilly. "Are you homesick?"

"I-I no miss Sam or anything. That not it." Her eyes diverted to her table. "I wanna see home."

This is not happening. After seven months, Megan is finally willing to treat Sam as a human being. I counted on Lilly being a problem; not only would Lilly give me trouble about leaving, Sam would absolutely try to steal my children. However, I never imagined Megan giving me trouble. Will Megan be attached to Sam, crying and not wanting to go?

"Can we go see Mommy, please," Lilly asked.

"We go home," Megan added.

"The jury has spoken," I said, releasing a sigh. "I'll contact Sam."

Both of my girls celebrated.


This time we were in Russia. There were a lot of reports up here. A lot of creepy places too, but that had nothing to do with ghosts. I went on my scout but I was going to talk to Sam. "Hey, Sam, are you busy?"

"Are you ready to give this up," Sam asked me.

"Megan and Lilly want to see you," I said softly. Sam's breath got caught in her throat. "Vlad came by a couple days ago and Megan got to see him. Lilly's been giving me hell to see you and Megan just told me this morning she'd like to see you… in less words."

"I can't believe Megan wants to see me," Sam said, her voice choked up. "I miss them so much. I miss you but that's another story. You're going to get your ass beat for doing this."

"Vlad said Mom and Dad paid him a visit," I said softly. "How are they?"

"Your mother is distraught," Sam said sternly. "You died last month and you've ran away this month. How do you think they feel?"

I swallowed hard. "I know. I'm horrible. I have to do what I have to do, though. You deserve better."

"I've had it with you saying this is for my own good," Sam seethed. "When we get you home, I am going to punish you in a way that you will pray for death!"

"I'm coming back to Amity Park soon," I replied. "I won't be staying, but the girls deserve to be able to say goodbye. Lilly is upset that Megan got to see Vlad but she couldn't see you."

"What did Vlad have to say," Sam asked me. "Are you pregnant again?"

I chuckled. "No. He spent some time with the girls and then we put them down and took a walk. We didn't do anything. I'm not even sure if Blue forgave him for coming to me. Blue asked him to cut complete contact. Vlad will never be in our lives again."

"That's good," Sam said softly. "How did Megan take it?"

"She can't get over that she can't see him," I replied. "It hasn't even registered on her that Vlad isn't at home. I don't think anyway. I think that's a major reason she wants to go to Amity."

"You can't stay out there for much longer, Danny," Sam replied. "The Division has an all-points bulletin on you across the globe. There are going to be people who see you and report you."

"No one sees me," I answered. "I mostly stay in rural or wooded areas and I don't respond to calls like we did in Amity. No one is going to see me, Sam."

"Danny, I know you are stubborn but why can't you give this up," Sam demanded. "You are hurting everyone, including your girls."

"I know," I said, disgusted with myself. She was right. "But I can't do this to you. I will not see you go down the road I went down."

"Vlad is gone," Sam declared. "We are free to live our lives! Why can't you just come home?"

"Because, not everything is someone else's fault," I declared. However, a powerful blast hit me, throwing me back.

"Danny," Sam screamed. "Danny, are you all right?"

"Who are you," a female voice demanded. Oh, boy. "Why are you snooping around my haunt?"

"Go back to the Ghost Zone," I demanded. "This is your last chance."

"Danny, please, talk to me," Sam shrieked.

"I'm fine," I added. "I wasn't paying attention."

"Who are you talking to," the ghost asked me.

"The only thing you need to do is leave immediately. This is your last chance."

"I've claimed this turf, child. You do not tell me what to do." She was a beautiful ghost. She was of Russian decent and she had rich blonde hair. She looked like she was out of Hollywood or even a comic book.

"Well, I'm claiming it back," I declared.

"Try to take it from me, child," she sneered.

"I've got to capture this ghost, Sam. I can't talk right now."

"Please, be careful," Sam pleaded. "Don't hurt yourself."

"I won't," I smirked. I powered up my fists, shooting beams at the woman. The ghost turned into mist, reappearing to my left. "Fond of parlor tricks, are we?"

The ghost didn't turn out to be that powerful. She had some tricks up her sleeve, but the fight wasn't noteworthy. After I had the ghost secured in my thermos, I dusted off my hands and focused on reconnecting with Sam.

"Okay, I'm done," I replied.

"Thank goodness. Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah," I smirked. "I think I'm going to start home, Sam. It'll take me a while to get there but I'll stop by."

"Are you going to stay," Sam asked me.

"No, Sam. I'm not going to put you through that."

Sam let out a huff. "If you didn't want to hurt me, you'd stay."

"I know I'm hurting you and believe me, it's the last thing I want to do, but you'll understand. I promise."

"No, I won't understand," Sam retorted. "And when I get my hands on you, you won't be leaving."

I smiled. "See you soon."

"Talk to you sooner."


We began to travel towards America the next day. It was a slow movement, way too slow for Sam. Every day she'd ask me where I was, already knowing I wouldn't answer her. I traveled around eighty miles a day, searching every place I could for any rouge ghosts. If there was a call to my business and it was on the way, I'd travel in that direction. If a distress call came within two hundred miles of where I was, I'd travel there alone to check it out. My girls were becoming restless, chopping at the bit to get home. I'd hear horror stories from my party, telling me the struggles they had to keep the girls at ease that day.

We made it to Alaska about eight days after I'd talked to Sam. I'd travel through Alaska, into the Canadian territories and cross into America through Montana. Lilly bought a map about three days after we crossed into Alaska. When we finally crossed into Montana, Lilly began counting down the difference in the distance.

"We are five states from home if we go east, three states if we go south-east, or a different five states if we go south and head east," she declared.

I settled down in the floor by her map, lying on my stomach. I propped my head up with my left hand but used my right one to draw the route we'd take. "We're taking the shortest route there. We aren't bound by state lines, Lilly. We'll go through Montana and enter Wyoming, then we'll go through the Colorado/Nebraska border, enter Missouri and then Illinois."

"How long will this take," Lilly asked.

"When we see home," Megan asked me from her spot beside Lilly.

"I'd say we can be home in ten days," I answered.

"Sooner," Megan demanded.

"I have to make sure I'm not looking over any ghosts," I spoke softly. "We'll get there."

"It's not that far," Lilly protested.

"It isn't," I agreed, wrapping my arm around her waist. "We'll see Sam soon."

"We can get there faster," Lilly declared. I rubbed her hair.

"Okay, ladies, it's time for your baths." I stood up but they started to complain. "I'm going to collect the water. You girls go collect your nightclothes and wait for me to come back."

"Yes, Daddy."

"OK, Mama."

I smiled but went outside anyway. I grabbed the bucket from the back of the tent and went down to the creek. All I had to do is collect water; the invention would do the rest.

"Are you busy, Danny," Sam asked.

"Just collecting water for the girls' baths," I replied. "How are you, Sam?"

"I'm okay," Sam sighed. "We've got the routine under control. The kids know that if they want to be able to do their work outside of the classroom, they have to cooperate with us. We've only got a few bad apples but they're clever. They send emails to tell us they're okay." Sam chuckled.

I chuckled with her. "I knew they'd think of something. What are you guys doing?"

"We're doing our work while we're searching for you," Sam replied. "We've got passes so we can operate our search party."

"You don't need to do that," I said softly. "Who's a part of it?" I wanted to know.

"We've got a lot of people participating," Sam answered. "There's Team Phantom, of course. We have every district of the Division checking for you nationwide. We have members of Team Raven chipping in. The campers you trained are aiding us and you know some of them went to college."

"You mean like Nick," I asked in shock.

"Yeah, Nick is helping," Sam answered. "The Triplets are arguing who gets to kiss you first when they find you. I told them that it didn't matter who got to kiss you first, as long as they knew I was the one to kick your ass first."

"Yes, that is reserved to you," I chuckled. "How is Jazz?"

"She's doing good. The OBGYN has her on an anti-depressant. She is under a lot of stress but we can't keep her off the trail."

"I'll be in Amity in ten days," I said, swallowing. "You can let her know." I released a breath, starting back up the bank to the tent. "How are Mom and Dad? Anything happen that I don't know about?"

"Yeah," Sam replied. "Mrs. Fenton got a hold of the Calloway's. Brit has sent up a few employees to help with the search. Mrs. Calloway is pretty upset. They'll be flying up here in a few days."

"You're just trying to make me feel bad," I retorted. I didn't know if I believed all this. Sam would say anything to make me consider coming home, even if it were untrue.

"Yes, I am, but that doesn't mean it isn't true," Sam retorted. "You should feel bad. You've been missing for a month, Danny."

"I'm not missing," I objected.

"We do not know where you are," Sam retorted. "You are missing!"

I wanted to change the subject. "Have you been trying to move on," I asked.

Sam was quiet for a while. "No," she said, her voice soft. "I don't know what I'll do with my life but the last thing I'm thinking about is a new relationship."

"You should try to get out some," I said, shuttering a breath. I made it back to the tent and poured the bucket into the tank. "I want you to be happy, Sam." Strange emotions were swirling in my chest. I had anger, jealousy, betrayal, hope and sadness all fighting for the role as my main emotion.

"How could you ask me to see someone else," Sam asked, her voice soft.

"I want you to be happy, Sam. You deserve to be happy."

"What about you," Sam asked, her voice tight. "Are you happy?"

"No," I shook my head. I closed the tank and put the bucket down. "I miss you like crazy and even the thought of another person touching you in the way only I touched you makes me even crazier."

"I see you have the same emotion I do," Sam said softly. "I have this—I don't know what it is. The thought of you with someone else drives me primal but-but when someone touches me, I can't explain it. I don't know what's wrong with me, Danny, but this isn't natural. Tucker can't even rub my shoulder encouragingly. I can't even have your mom give me a kiss on the head. This heat comes up from inside me and I become unhinged. I couldn't see anyone else, Danny. I'd kill them before they finished the goodbye kiss."

"Wow," I said, blinking rapidly. I swallowed a lump in my throat. "The magnetism is really different for you."

"I don't know what it's doing," Sam said, not denying it was magnetism. "It drives me crazy, though. There's something else, too." I went in through the zipper on the tent as Sam struggled to put her feelings into words. "I have this urge. I spend so much time with Jacky and Jamie. I think I even feel magnetism for the girls. I have to protect Jacky and Jamie."

"How are they," I asked her. I was still in shock from her description of how the magnetism worked for her. I thought if you saw one case, you saw them all. Apparently, that is far from the truth.

"I keep them happy," Sam replied. "I haven't told them the whole truth. I don't want them to get upset. You wouldn't recognize them, Danny. They are so calm. Jacky is like another infant."

"Megan is getting so big, Sam. Even Lilly has shot up. I just know you are going to be so surprised when you see them."

"I can't wait to see you," Sam replied. "I dream of you every night. I have these strange, vivid dreams. I dreamed you told me that the reason you left was because I wasn't as good as Vlad and you didn't even love Vlad anymore. I couldn't even breathe. The only thing that ever hurt worse was your death. That was the only thing that gave me comfort. You were okay."

"Oh, Sam," I said, shuttering. "You know how much I love you, Sam. This has nothing—well, that's not true. This is my fault but it has everything to do with you. I want you to have a better life than I can provide for you. If I wanted to be selfish, I'd come home and force you down this road you haven't chosen. But I do love you, so I want what's best for you. You have no idea how badly I want to come back home."

"I think I do," Sam replied. Her voice broke and I stopped. I had to hold myself up to keep from falling. "I'm dying, Danny. Little by little, I fall apart. There is a hole in my heart but I know I'm going to be okay. You're okay, Danny, and that's all that matters to me. I feel like I did that week you were dead but then I imagine you out there, alive, and I'm okay. I can't mourn because I know the world still has their hero. There are bigger things than myself and if I have to lose the one good thing I have to make sure the world keeps their hero, then I am proud to do this." Sam was such a dark hole in my body. Our connection was as real as a place as my heart or my lungs and it was sunk in a depression I hadn't felt since Lilly was born. Suddenly, I was wondering if I was doing the right thing.

"I'm so sorry, Sam. I know magnetism hurts. I've felt it before. I know how it can tear you apart. I know once this is over, you will recover. You are strong, Sam. The strongest woman I know."

"She's gone, Danny," Sam said, her voice cracking. "You wouldn't recognize me, Danny. I'm broken and I'll never be whole again."

"No, sweetheart," I said. I closed my eyes when I realized I called her sweetheart. "No, Sam. You will be okay. You will find someone who makes you happy. You will have children. You will have that life I promised you but couldn't deliver. I know you will."

"No, I won't," Sam said, her voice covered in unshed tears. "I won't be able to even look at another man. He'll never hit the mark."

"It's like I told Vlad, Sam. Don't replace me. Find someone who makes you happy. Vlad didn't think he could do it either. He was wrong."

"Vlad cloned you," Sam returned. "I'd rather be alone and miserable than try to replace you. I couldn't do what Vlad did. I'm not in love with Blue or Danielle. I'm not in love with your looks or your DNA. I don't know what Vlad loves about Blue, but it took him eighteen months to realize it. It took Vlad hurting Blue in the worst possible way for him to realize that whatever Vlad sees in Blue but doesn't see in you is what he really loved. It took Vlad eighteen months to realize everything he thought he loved about you he didn't love at all."

"I've got to dress the girls," I replied. "Goodnight, Sam."

"Goodnight, Danny," Sam sighed. "Kiss the girls for me."

"I will," I smiled sadly. Our connection broke.


While in Nebraska, I came across this small town that had a big problem. I did not intend to stay in Nebraska, but we set up camp that night. I had captured three ghosts already but I was tracking a fourth. A small farmhouse attracted my attention there. It was in the middle of nowhere but my senses had taken me right to it. I was in my human form so I wouldn't draw attention to myself and I was snooping around the old barn in the field. A breeze blew from the north, stirring up some dust from the fields. Inside the old barn were soft glows. I knew it wasn't from lighting but I didn't think it was from a ghost either; I didn't know what it was.

I sensed a faint signature from behind me and spun around. A gorgeous blonde haired woman with stunning blue eyes stood behind me. She had on a short skirt and wore a long sleeved shirt that was tied around her stomach. It was September—she shouldn't be dressed like that.

"Can I help you, sir," she asked me. Her voice was soft, almost rhythmic. She looked into my eyes and there was an innocence that I couldn't explain.

I had the urge to tell her the truth but I had the sense not to. "I was hiking through the woods. I'm sorry. I'm looking for my way back to town."

"A lot of hikers get lost in the woods," she said, tilting her head. Heat wailed in my chest and I swallowed hard. "I'm afraid that the town is miles—and miles—away." She gave me a soft smile. "Shall I accommodate you until dawn?"

"I-I'm not sure your husband would like that," I said, fighting the urge to bow at her feet. She was so beautiful. Yet, I couldn't imagine how this woman could be related to the strange appearances in this area.

"My husband is no longer with us," she said, pouting her bottom lip. She stepped towards me, her hand brushing the top of mine. She ran her hand up my arm, sending thrills through my heart.

"Danny," Sam's voice shot through to me. "Danny, talk to me."

"Do you live alone," I asked. I could hear Sam's voice but this woman had captivated me.

"Yes," she nodded. She ran her hand down my arm again, stepping closer to me. I released a breath as she touched my left shoulder. "I'm so alone, Danny. Why don't you stay with me?"

"Danny," Sam screamed.

I stepped away. "How did you know my name?"

She faltered. "You told me. Remember?"

"No, I do not," I retorted.

"Get out of there, Danny," Sam exclaimed.

"I think I should be going," I said. I took another step away from her but she grabbed my shoulders. Warmth swelled through me and I felt fog overtake my mind.

"Stay with me, Danny," she whispered. The warmth spread through my arms, down to my stomach and into my mind. I moved in, the action feeling natural.

"Danny, please, snap out of it," Sam exclaimed.

Our lips touched and the warmth turned to a burn. As she kissed me deeper, her lips started to burn. It felt like I was swallowing a flaming sword. It hurt and I screamed as she forced herself onto me. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and the burn increased. My lungs swelled with the heat and I became lightheaded. I heard Sam scream my name as I lost consciousness.


"Well done, Caroline," a male voice spoke. My head felt like it was a block of stone and it felt like it weighted as much too. I lifted my head with some effort to see the inside of the old barn. Men of all ages and ethnic groups sat chained on the inside.

"My aim is to please, my lord," the woman from before spoke. I saw the woman kiss the new man. He was rough looking—short-to–medium length brown hair, scruffy-looking beard, and he was dressed in a short-sleeved plaid shirt and blue jeans. A glow surrounded him.

After the couple finished kissing, he stepped away. "Leave me, Caroline. I must feed."

"Of course, my lord," she bowed. I expected her to fade away but she walked out the barn door. The boom that filled the old place was loud. The ghost floated over to me.

"You are quite the catch, child. I can already tell you will be a fine meal."

I snorted. "You don't know anything."

"Oh, really," he smirked. He formed ectoplasm in his hand, in the shape of a dagger. "You will provide me with a meal. You won't even know you are doing it."

He placed the tip of the ectoplasm on my chest and I realized I had lost my shirt. I still had my pants on, thank God, but my arms were pinned up with shackles like the rest of the people in the barn. He dragged the blade across my chest but his brow furrowed as I healed instantly.

"What were you saying about me feeding you," I asked. I've been wrong before, but I think he's a six. I decided to turn his game on him. I began to summon my ghost powers but I didn't go ghost. I collected more and more energy until the ghost's eyes widened and he started to feed me fear. "How do you like it now," I asked cockily.

"What are you," he shuddered.

Looking around the room, seeing the men in horrible condition, I lowered my voice dangerously low. "Your worst nightmare." I collected the energy until it was about to burst. I focused on the ghost, aiming my energy right on him. The ghost shot through the air, blasting through the barn wall. The ghost didn't do any damage but the projection of my power blew the top portion of the barn wall clean out, wood splintering all over the place.

"Chuck," the woman screamed. I flew out of the barn through the hole, landing on the ground. The woman released a growl from deep in her throat. "You did this." She screeched, running—yes, running—at me. She went to shove me but I caught her hand, lifted her in the air and put her back on her feet. She fell to the ground, in shock. She was human. She was no threat.

"What did you bring me, Caroline," the ghost demanded.

"I-I don't know. I've never seen anything like him."

I picked the ghost up by his shirt and held him right in front of my face. "Leave this world. Go back to wherever the hell you came from and never—never—let me see your face on this planet again. Am I clear?"

"Yes! Please, I'll do anything. Just don't obliterate me!"

"What is she," I asked, looking to the woman.

"She's a human. I gave her some of my powers. She collected humans for me."

"Will that power fade after you've left," I asked.

"In time," he replied. His voice was shaking and he was speaking his responses quickly.

I threw him to the ground. "Out of my sight. Now!"

The ghost sunk through the ground, disappearing. I turned to the woman.

"How dare you," she seethed. "We had a future together!"

"All you were to him was his waitress," I said slowly. "Now, you will never speak of this again. If any of those men accuse you of anything, you know nothing. If you are brought to court over what happened here, state to the judge you would like to speak to someone from Homeland Security, Division G. Remember that. Do not speak of it to anyone but a judge. Not a lawyer. Not an officer of any police. When you are in your trial, as a defense, you will state you want to speak to someone from Homeland Security, Division G. Am I clear?"

"What are you going to do," she asked, her voice shaking.

"I am going to clean up his mess," I said. I stepped towards the barn, flying back through the hole. I went to the man I was closest to. His chest had been carved out and bad infections had set in. I sunk my hand through his shoulder. Everything on him completely healed.

"Wh-what happened," he asked.

"Go home," I said firmly. "Never speak of this again. If you have family, I don't care. Tell them you were abducted by little green men. Tell them anything but what actually happened. If I see your face on television, hear your voice on radio or see your name in print, you will disappear again. Am I clear?"

"What do I tell my wife," he asked me, his eyes wide.

"If you want to stay with her, anything but this."


There were fourteen men in that barn. Each man had been injured badly. Some were worse than others. I told them the same thing I told the first man. I collected the names from driver's licenses from those who had them on them. The rest, I asked for their names and looked them up in the database. After I was certain they were who they said they were, I called a bus station. One driver arrived and I took his name down, too, telling him if any of this got out, he'd be the first person I looked up. As the men were boarding the bus, I flew away.

"Danny," Sam finally asked me. Her voice was so weak and small. "A-are you okay?"

"I don't know, Sam," I said, feeling numb. "I'd never felt like that before, Sam. I couldn't stop myself."

"It's okay," Sam said softly. "I know you didn't kiss her on purpose." It was amazing she knew exactly what I was talking about.

"Are you okay," I asked.

"I feel like someone stole something from me," Sam replied. "I want to break something. You've kissed Vlad before and you've had sex with him before but I've never felt so threatened as when she touched you. When that whore put her hands on you, I felt the pull she had on you. I want to break her neck."

"She was being fed power, Sam," I said softly. "She wasn't in love with the ghost. She loved how he made her feel. I'd say the power she gets for calling the men was pretty beneficial, too."

"I don't care," Sam said, her voice a growl. "She touched my man. She put her filthy hands on you and shoved her tongue down your throat. No woman may touch you like that!"

"You'll get over it," I said, fighting a smile. Why am I excited to hear her like this? I want Sam to move on.

"When I get my hands on that bitch, you'll know otherwise."

"Goodnight, Sam," I laughed. I tried to stop but I couldn't. I ended up laughing harder.


We spent the next several days traveling and every town we stopped at had a ghost. None were as bad as the one in Nebraska but there were issues. In Missouri, the last place I'd stay before I returned home, there was a lot of strange reports. I had cases of people with missing time. I had others who stated they woke up with strange injuries. Even stranger, I had some people who claim that they would go out with someone they met at a local bar and they'd partake in strange ritual shit. I knew it had ghost written all over it, I just didn't know how it would tie in.

I stopped into the bar that night, checking out the patrons. I didn't like this one bit. The town had only ten thousand people but I was somewhere where someone could remember me. This is the highest populated area that the ghosts have attacked outside of Amity.

I ordered a beer and sat down in the back. I watched the patrons mingle and looked for suspicious activity. The waitress kept the beers coming as I observed the bar. Around eleven, a group of individuals entered the bar. This woman with a skirt hacked up to her ass came towards me but she moved on, sitting in the booth across from me. Others in her party were doing the same. The women—eight in total—each had miniskirts on and low-lined shirts. The men—six in total—had on slacks and wore suit coats.

One of the women was the first to score. Her male escort threw down a twenty and stood up. He escorted her out of the bar, her gigging. Not long after they left, a second woman was leaving with a man—except they went to the dance floor. A man was the third to make a move and the girl he was with ended up with him in the back room. I stood up, dropping a fifty. I snuck around the corner, focusing on the room. I heard heavy panting and love-making noises in the room. He couldn't be a ghost. He'd already hurt her by now.

I went back to the floor and sat down at the bar. "Give me a bottle of Wild Turkey," I asked. I dropped another fifty. "Leave it."

"Yes, sir," he replied. He set up a glass and put the Turkey on the counter. I poured a shot and spun around on the seat, looking out at the crowd. I shot it, observing the area. Loud techno-music made it hard for me to hear any private conversations. The flashing strobe lights made it difficult for me to see clearly. I needed to find these ghosts. I didn't know if it was going to be a gang but I had a feeling it was.

"What's your name," a woman whispered to me. I held myself in check as I reclined back. The woman beside of me was skunk drunk but she put her hand between my legs.

"Hi," I smirked. Okay, Radar, time to get to work. "I'm Danny. What's your name?"

"Bobbie," she smiled, running her hand up my crotch. "I like a man who can drink. I've been watching you."

"Really," I said, lowering my voice. I slid my hand on her ass. "I like what I see."

"You wanna get outta here," she asked me. She squeezed around my thigh and a thrill went up my leg. Okay, Fenton, you aren't going to screw her. Only use her.

"Oh, yeah," I smiled. I turned to the bartender. "Keep that safe for me, will ya?"

"It's going to cost ya extra," he replied. I groaned, throwing down a hundred. He nodded a smile to me. "It'll be safe as the gold in Fort Knox."

"That ain't that safe," I retorted, forcing her out the door. We went into the alley and I pushed her against the wall. She wrapped her leg around my back, going in for the kiss. No sooner than I had her close to my lips, I overshadowed her.

"Sorry," I said, my voice disguised as the woman's. "I need a disguise."


I pushed my powers as low as they could go, hoping her signature would mask me. I went back in the bar, stumbling on the stupid heels she wore. The alcohol in her system was starting to clear as I controlled her and the world became clearer. There's no way I'd want to spend my life like she was.

I wanted to draw attention to myself. I wanted the ghosts to think she was an easy target. I pulled her heels off, dancing into the crowd. I was overdoing it and if I wasn't doing this for a good cause, I'd die of embarrassment. I danced around the crowd, getting between couples and brushing up against singles in the crowd. Man or woman, it didn't matter. I didn't know who was the target. Finally, a girl touched me. Bingo!

"Having fun, sweetheart," she asked me. I could see her eyes glowing.

"Every days a party," I laughed stupidly. I want to get this over.

She grabbed the woman's ass. "You're right. And we shouldn't waste reasons to celebrate. Life is too short."

"Are you lez or bi," I asked.

"Bi," she smiled. "I like to do it with others, too, if you don't mind."

I fought not to roll my eyes in aggravation. "An orgy seems like the perfect unwind toy!"

"Oh, yes, sweetheart. We can have lots of fun."

"Let's get out of here," I asked. The woman moved in close to me and kissed me. No burn and no warmth, thank God, just a hand seizing the poor woman's breast. She squeezed and my host told me it hurt.

I giggled. "I like them rough."

"I like it when they can take rough," she smiled. She started to push me towards the break room. Five people were in the room now—three girls and two boys. "Here's another one, Trent. And she's rearing and ready for you."

Instead of the man I saw bring the woman back, another woman reached for my host first. She giggled like she was drunk and her eyes told me she was. "Hi, sweetheart."

"Hi," I smiled. I giggled, beginning to touch her like she was me. One of the men grabbed me from behind, running his hand up my skirt. Oh, my God, what is this?

"I'll go get you another one, Trent. Keep them loved up for us."

"You got it, babe," he replied. He was kissing the second man's neck. I had it completely wrong. Not everyone likes fear. He feeds off love.

The second woman pulled her skirt down and I knew I bit off more than I could chew. No wonder these guys aren't being caught. Most of them stay outside while only one collects them. I've got to stay put or I won't get all of these guys.

The girl who stole my skirt also stole my g-string. She pushed the woman's legs apart and went straight for the money. My host told me that she loved what the girl was doing it so I tried to portray that. Girls and girls, guys and guys, three-somes as well as one-on-one were all going off here. As the girl sucked my host, the guy came up from behind me and started to kiss my neck. Oh, Lord, I'm doing it anal again.


I put my poor host through all kinds of shit. I didn't feel any of it but she would in the morning. By one o'clock, the ghosts—fourteen in total—took a crowd of twenty-six out through the wall. No one even noticed they phased through the wall. We arrived at a large penthouse where we continued to make love. Every one of them must feed on love because there was enough love here to drown one ghost. One of the male ghosts ran his hand over my host's breast, pinching it between his fists. She liked that a lot. I figured all the ghosts were together.

As I was about to release my host, ectoplasm exploded from the ghost's hand into my hosts chest. Immense pain flooded my host and she told me it hurt. Suddenly, the love fest became a pain fest. Shit, this isn't good.

My host healed but she was really scared. I tried to keep her calm as I prepared to protect the humans in the room. I dropped to the floor, spinning to kick her legs out from beneath her. The ghost was in shock as she hit the floor. The fourteen ghosts all looked to me.

"What is this," the ghost who collected me asked.

"You made a big mistake," I seethed. I threw out ectoplasm, separating the humans from the ghosts. I forced all humans back, putting up a shield.

"You got a ghost," the love-ghost declared. "How could you be so stupid?"

"I skipped him," she defended. "He left!"

"Well, apparently they were a team," he retorted. I pushed my host back into the shield and released her. All of the ghosts were in shock. "He overshadowed her!"

I flew through the shield, hitting one of the males. The ghosts turned on me, attacking me at once. I sunk through the floor, coming up behind them. I shot two ghosts at the same time, both of them dissolving into the Ghost Zone.

"He's powerful," the girl declared. "Damn, is he powerful!"

"Fuck this shit," one of the men declared. He went to fly through the roof.

"I don't think so," I declared. I summoned the thermos and captured him. Three tried to make a break for it while two attacked me. I split in two, going after the three trying to escape.

The power of the ghosts weren't impressive. It was the way they were organized. If a ghost was lacking in power or ability, there was a pairing with another who enhanced the threat. I could handle any one of these ghosts alone but they were so well paired that it left me playing catch up. The ghosts that tried to run were the easiest to capture but those choosing to fight were doing it with a partner. I was really surprised with the dedication they showed to each other. Even if one looked about to run; if their partner chose to fight, they stayed.

Blondie who lured me in paired off with Dr. Love. I absorbed my duplicate so I would have full strength. They both rocketed from their locations, switching sides. I powered my fists up with green ectoplasm and as they descended on me with their attacks, our powers collided. The impact was felt through the entire building as the energy was transformed into an attack and decimated the apartment. My shield around the humans rippled like the surface of a pond. The humans shrieked in fear.

The woman drew her hand back, forming ectoplasm into a disk. She hurled it at me as her boyfriend did the same thing; perfect sync—as one. I called ectoplasm to my hands, hurling Blondie's disc to her boyfriend. Dr. Love's disc hit me in my side though, causing me to wince in pain.

"Danny," Sam exclaimed, pain laden through her voice.

"Sam," I breathed. I hurt her.

"You just got hurt," Sam said. I felt powerful. More powerful than I'd ever felt before. "What happened? What's happening?"

"Nest infestation. Rat sliced me with a disc. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Sam said, her voice filled with worry. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding.

"Get the bastard," Sam ordered me.

"You've got it," I redirected.

The couple advanced on me, their hands already powered up. The guy took a swing at me but I used my powers to capture his hand and flip him on his back. Dr. Love sunk through the ground instead of hitting it as his girlfriend swiped at my legs with a pole of ectoplasm.

"They're using their magnetism, Danny," Sam replied in my head. "Use ours to power you. I know you must feel that power on the surface."

"This could bond us tighter," I objected.

"Will you stop being a jackass and just finish the job already," Sam exclaimed. That's the Sam I know!

I could feel that power under the surface of my skin. It fed me small bites even now but I knew the full potential was incredible. I could feel Sam with me and I pictured her by my side. I looked to my side, imagining Sam smirking at me. I powered my fists up stronger. "Make me strong, baby."

The illusion of Sam looked so lifelike. She even had the jacket on, which I rarely imagined her wearing. However, the image had a visible reaction. It lowered its head, staring at me in bewilderment. "Danny?"

It's lips moved and I jumped back. The ghosts stared at the image and I realized it wasn't an illusion. "You're here."

"But I'm still at home," Sam replied. She studied her hands. "It's weird. I can see you but I can see the bedroom at the same time. It's like your world is lying on top of mine."

"I hate magnetism," I groaned.

"Well, I fucking love it," Sam exclaimed.

"Of course you do," I groaned. "It's helping you win."

"I wonder if this is how Vlad felt," Sam asked.

"I have no idea," I said, focusing on the ghosts. They were still in shock, not quite believing what they were seeing. As a matter of fact, neither was I.

"Whatever I do in my world is projected there," Sam observed as she flipped her arms over to examine them more closely. "I wonder if I have the same effect."

"I don't know," I remarked as Sam stepped close to me. She held her hand out towards my arms.

"I don't know to kiss you or smack the shit out of you," Sam said, no humor in her voice. "I'll only get one chance to do either one. Oh, what the hell." I really expected her to hit me but she came in, pressing her body to mine and kissed me full on the mouth. My mind was screaming to get away from her but I couldn't accept any of its commands. I kissed back, passion and heat escaping through our experience. Sam finally broke the kiss. "Hell yeah, I felt that. You?"

"Uh, huh," I said, breathless. I'm screwed tomorrow.

Sam snapped her head back to the two ghosts. "We've allowed this to carry on enough. Let's move!"

It was as easy as breathing—even easier. I moved, she moved; in perfect sync. I didn't have to tell her what to do nor did she give me directions. I went after Dr. Love as Sam went after Blondie. After a while, we traded off. They didn't stand a chance. I captured them, sealing them in their prison. Sam let out a delighted huff of air. "Next?"


I captured the last ghost and Sam dusted off her hands. She walked over to me, running her hand through my hair. I closed my eyes as I took in her touch. It was amazing—I don't know if I was really feeling her or not but it felt like I could. Sam's hand ran down my right shoulder blade, her hip grinding into my thigh. Sam moaned, her mouth moving in a pleasurable position. Her head tilted back, grunting in satisfaction. Sam's right hand wrapped around my back, lurching me closer to her image. I ground into her perfectly.

"Come home," Sam moaned. She let out another pleasurable groan and I mimicked her. We swayed with each other. I grunted as Sam pressed her lips in a thin line. It was so hard not to throw her down. I wanted her and every cell in my body demanded her. Sam leaned her head into my face and her lips found mine. We made primal sounds, gurgling out of our throats. I wrapped my left arm around her side, hooking her with my elbow. My right hand found her breast and I gripped it. Sam let out a deeper gurgle. I couldn't pull away from Sam. I needed her.

"I'll be home tomorrow," I moaned into her ear. I nipped her flesh, sucking on her neck. Sam moaned, letting out a groan of pleasure.

"God, I miss you," Sam moaned. We began to kiss, inhaling each other as if the other really was just the vapor we appeared in. My right hand traveled down to her shirt and went back up to her bra. I was pushing her shirt up, Sam moaning in pleasure. As her bra cup was exposed, suddenly things changed. Sam snapped to attention and pushed my hand out of her shirt, pushing the shirt down. "Mrs. Fenton!"

"Mom," I asked. I looked around but I couldn't see her.

"I-I'm fine," Sam replied, her eyes focused on the horizon. I looked in that direction but nothing. "No, I'm not sick. Moaning? It was nothing."

"Is Mom in my room," I asked.

"I'm sure, Mrs. Fenton," Sam replied, a nervous smile on her lips. She nodded, continuing to watch the horizon. Finally she released a big breath, slumping. "Fuck! I forgot you're not really here. That was embarrassing!"

"I am so sorry," I said, wiping my mouth. "I don't have to worry about anyone seeing me."

"I didn't think I did either," Sam said, releasing a breath. "Great. Tucker's going to hear about this and he'll never let me live down the night I nearly molested an illusion of Danny!"

I chuckled sympathetically. "You weren't alone. He'll get me, too."

"Are you really coming home tomorrow," Sam asked me, heartbreak threatening to consume her. She was afraid I'd say no.

"Yes," I nodded. "I'm in Missouri. I'll be in Amity Park by morning."

"God, I can't wait to see you," Sam breathed. "I've missed you so much, Danny."

"I've missed you, too, Sam, but this is only temporarily. I'm sorry I sucked you into this."

"You didn't suck me into anything," Sam said, raking her hand through my hair. She took a sharp intake of breath. "God, I need you."

I grabbed her, kissing her on the back of her hand. I really shouldn't do this. This is only making it more difficult on both of us. "I miss you, too, Sam. God, how I've missed you."

"Maybe you'll realize what a fool you've been," Sam breathed. She forced my hand to deliver hers to her chest. I could feel her heart thumping beneath my skin.

"Maybe you'll realize that you're better off without me," I said sadly.

"Never," Sam whispered. She kissed me softly on the lips. "You always have been and always will be the better half of me."

I ran my hand down the side of her face, cupping her cheeks with my hands. "That's not possible. Because you're the better half of me."

"I love you," Sam moaned. A tear ran down her face. I rubbed it away.

"I know this hurts," I said, tears bubbling below the surface. "I'm so sorry, Sam. It wouldn't hurt so bad if I had protected you like I promised to do."

"It doesn't hurt because a ghost laws tells me it hurts," Sam said, more tears spilling down her face. "It hurts because I'm missing half of my soul."

For once, I wanted to believe her. "Goodnight, Sam. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Danny," Sam said, sucking in a deep breath. She faded just like that. I reached my hand out, as if to call her back. Pain sacked me in the chest. Why does this feel so much worse than with Vlad? It can't be because we're meant to be or some such nonsense. We're two elevens out of six. There's still so few. The law is still trying to force emotions on us.

I shuttered a breath and took off towards the tent.


I arrived in the tent and pulled my shirt off. It was after four in the morning so my girls were long in bed. I kicked my shoes off and went into the kitchen. All the lights were off so when the light inside the fridge cast a glow on an object that wasn't supposed to be there, I was surprised.

"Who's there," I demanded. I spun around, about to power up a blast when clapping sounded. The lights flicked on and slowly, Samuels emerged from the blurriness. "Samuels?"

"Hello, Son," Samuels replied. My heart fluttered. "Your parents aren't here. No one else is here but me."

"What are you doing here," I asked, swallowing hard.

"Looking for you of course," Samuels replied. He reached across the table and pulled a laptop towards him. "I don't care what you are doing, this comes first. You are going to graduate, Radar."

"H-how did you find me," I asked, my voice stuttering.

"Your parents won't be able to find you the way I did," Samuels replied. "I don't think your friends would either. They may figure it out later. They are smart. However, no one else will come close."

"Why are you doing this," I asked, confused. Not just with him finding me; everything. Nothing made sense.

"You obviously need this time, Radar," Samuels replied. "I don't know why you've decided to do this but I'm considering this vacation time. You've worked hard the last several years. You deserve some time off. I'll let your family deal the punishment they see fit but I think flunking out of school is too great a consequence. You will finish high school. College isn't important."

"I don't get it," I declared. "You couldn't find my signature because you don't have any blood samples of mine and there is no way you traced me here. How did you find me?"

Samuels gave me a sneaky little grin. I looked at him from an angle. No freaking way. "That day I woke up in Amity Park, I could not figure it out. I did some digging. I followed the trail. You've left one worthy of the bread crumb trail. I followed the trail. It took me a long time to piece it together. The last puzzle piece came when Norris told me Phantom had the ability to duplicate. Once I had that piece of information, everything else fell into place."

"W-what are you going to do," I asked.

"Absolutely nothing," Samuels replied. "I don't really care. I trust you, Radar. You have a good head on your shoulders. When you're ready to talk, I'll be here. Just make sure you finish your homework, Radar. You will not flunk out of school."

"You've got it," I smirked. I sat down at the table. "Are you really not going to tell my parents you found me?"

"No," Samuels replied. He positioned himself to look at me. "This is between you and your parents. The only thing I want is for you to graduate. That's the only business you and I have."

"What about the distributor," I asked, surprised. I figured he'd be upset about me abandoning my job as well.

"If I kill over before you come back, there's a team for that. Until I die, though, you can do what you want to. Other people can distribute goods. No one else can lead the Division after I'm gone."

"What do you mean there's a team for that," I asked, confused.

Samuels removed a small flip notepad from his shirt. "You started out in Missouri. You moved to the west coast. You hopped along the pacific islands to China. We've been watching you, Radar. You've never been unaccounted for to me. I won't allow you to be alone out there."

"I'm not alone," I replied. "And don't follow too closely if that's what you're doing. If my team catches anyone, they will capture them."'

"Your team," Samuels asked. "It's only you, the girls and the two caretakers, right? Who are those two women, by the way?"

"Gage and Dom. They're the caretaking members of my team. I have four other members who do last-defense protection but I have other members who are stationed around our area. If any threats are detected, my team will act."

"Then how did I get in here," Samuels asked me.

"There are people I trust. My team will trust these people, too. If you were someone else, someone I didn't trust, you would not have made it in here."

"I'll have to test that theory," Samuels smirked. "See how safe my nieces are."

"They're safe," I nodded. "My children aren't pushovers. Even if my team fails, my children can protect themselves."

Samuels sat high in the chair, looking to me seriously. "Who's children are they? Biologically?"

"They're mine," I nodded. I released a deep breath. "I carried them and delivered them."

Samuels' eyes dulled and his focus went lax as he looked past me. He didn't expect that answer—obviously.

Minutes passed as Samuels stared off in the distance. I sat straight in my seat, waiting for Samuels to come to terms with it. His stare was off, just unable to focus on anything. He released a big breath, his release skipping in rhythm. "H-h-how?"

"It's a ghost thing," I said gently. "All ghosts, regardless of gender, may reproduce. I was involved in a relationship with another ghost. We accidently got pregnant with Lilly when we first got together but I became pregnant with Megan when he wanted another child."

"W-w-why would you—I mean, you're not involved now. Why would you decide to have another baby?"

"I didn't decide to become pregnant," I replied softly. I glanced in the direction my daughters were located. "I decided to carry her."

"Your ex-girlfriend raped you," he exclaimed. I released a breath. I had hoped Mom and Dad had filled him in. He didn't even hear me when I called my ex a he. "Why would she do that?"

"Okay," I sighed. "Let me try to explain this before you jump to conclusions. It began three months after I got my powers. I met another ghost who was really powerful. He was a different man back then. I got into some trouble but two months later, we decided to start again. I was already pregnant. I found out I was pregnant a week after we started over. Our relationship crumbled before my third trimester and he didn't take it well. He kidnapped me when I went into labor and took Lilly from me. I didn't get her back until after I reset reality. Last February, I noticed some time missing. I was passing through the park and then I woke up on my front porch. A few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. That's where my children came from."

"A male," Samuels asked, cupping his forehead in his hand. "You were involved with another man?"

"For a while," I nodded. "Now I'm not involved with anyone at all. It had more to do with a ghost law called magnetism. I loved him and I still do but we just weren't in step. We both had different visions. He wanted to sit on the sidelines, stay out of the way. I wanted to make a difference. I never want to leave the fate of those I love up to someone else."

"What about family," Samuels asked. "Did you talk about your future together?"

"Of course," I nodded. "He wanted to get married and have a family. I wanted to raise Lilly and remain a couple. I didn't want marriage. To me, marriage is between a man and a woman. A partnership is any other persons. He and I were partners. You don't need to be married to be a partner. He wanted to cut off our external family. I wanted to include everyone. Everything contrasted between us. The only thing we had in common was we loved each other and the magnetism bonded us. For ghosts, there isn't anything more important than your partner."

"So you did love him. He made you happy," Samuels asked me.

I nodded my head slowly, considering my answer. "For the most part. There's so many aspects to a relationship. We couldn't make it work, even though the foundations of love were strong."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," Samuels replied. "How were they born?"

"Almost just like normal babies," I replied. "Male reproductive systems are a bit different. It's difficult for me to explain."

"Do you still intend on telling your parents? And if you do, when?"

"Yes, I still plan on telling Mom and Dad but I don't know when now. I don't plan on returning for a few years." I put my hand behind my neck. "That's why I wasn't worried about school. I'll be gone for a long time, Samuels."

"So long as I'm alive, take all the time you need," Samuels replied. He patted my hand. "Well, I'm going to leave you. If you need anything, Radar, I'm here."

I released an unsteady breath. I was nervous because I didn't know how this was going to develop. "The ghosts in the cells." I released another breath. "Why are there ghosts there that have been there longer than judged upon them?"

Samuels released a slow breath and I knew this wasn't news to him. "Radar, we are entering the fight of our lives. We try to be fair to them, I have ordered it, but we need to learn as much as we possibly can. Any ghost that is unique or an oddity I have ordered to have full testing. I know this must upset you. That's why I never told you. Before I found out, it was because how active you were about equal and fair treatment. After I found out, I knew why you were so active. I'll be honest with you. If we had captured you before you saved the planet, we'd done you the same way. Radar, this is essential. It could mean the difference between winning and losing the war."

"But Samuels, this is unethical! They have a right to exist. They are only doing what they are born to do. It'd be the same way if you arrested someone for being a serial killer's sister or living in the same neighborhood. These ghosts have nothing to do with the Forbidden Zone!"

"It's not the same," Samuels replied softly, looking in my eyes. I snorted. "It is not the same! The sister of a serial killer may or may not have the capacity to do the unspeakable acts of their relative but a ghost has the same tool. A butcher knife in the hands of a killer or a butcher is still dangerous. Which one should be pulled from the streets?"

I powered up my hand. "Ectoplasm! Really? Because I can form ectoplasm makes me a danger? Makes my children?" My eyes stung and my voice dropped. "We are not all like that, Samuels! I have the same biology as a ghost in your prison. That ghost I freed could have easily been me if apples and dairy products were illegal to consume. Don't you dare tell me you aren't mistreating them! Don't you fucking tell me we are equal."

"I'm sorry you don't see it, Radar," Samuels replied, cool and collect. "Not everyone has those powers, Radar. I can't power up my fist and create energy. That makes us at a serious disadvantage."

"We are in trouble," I said, extinguishing my power. My eyes had cooled a while ago. "However, that doesn't give us the right to abuse power. It's the same thing with you and guns. Sometimes, you can't shoot to get your way. Violence doesn't solve everything."

"No," Samuels nodded. "But it tells me who I want to be associated with."

"You want to associate with cowards," I exclaimed. I'd face that barrel of his gun if it was important to me!

"No. That's who I'm weeding out. The person who holds their ground—unless I'm serious about shooting them—is the person I respect. They'll die for their cause. They're my kind of person."

"You don't just use that gun to weed out people," I added, my voice light. I'll still never use a gun to get my point across but I had more respect for Samuels and his choice to use a gun.

"Sure I do," Samuels replied. "I use it to weed out cowards and useless people." I laughed, shaking my head. "If I'm serious about something and I make that clear and they still don't buckle, I have no use for them after all."

"Just promise me you won't try to shoot the President again," I pleaded. "You're not shooting him. You're shooting Secret Service and Marines. He'll never take a bullet for your temper."

"I'm still working on that," he smirked at me. He released a breath. "I'm sorry, Radar. I'm not releasing them. I'll continue to treat them well and give them more entitlements than the rest but we need them. You will agree to tests. They won't. We need you all."

"Just treat them fair, please," I begged. "And if you could, do me a favor." He looked up at me, awaiting my request. "I don't care how you handle it, but please give the ghosts pregnancy tests. They can't help it. I'd really like for that to be an exception."

"I can do that," Samuels replied. He stood up, grabbing his jacket from the chair. He pulled it over his shoulders as I stood up. "Take your time, Radar, but stay safe and don't give up on us. We need you back at headquarters."

"I'll be back," I nodded. "My town needs me."

Samuels let out a laugh. "Yeah, you should hear that town. No Danny Phantom and they've lost their freaking minds." He chuckled, pushing a button on his sleeve. "Bring the car around. I'm leaving."

"Take care, Samuels," I nodded.

"You too, son. And take care of those girls for me. I'll be around." We walked out just as his car pulled up. I did not see that thing anywhere near the tent. Samuels got in the back, rolling down the window. I stood outside the car. "If you need me, I'll be around."

"Same here," I nodded. I formed a business card out of ectoplasm with my email, website, satellite phone and cell phone written on it. "I'd appreciate if you didn't give this to my family. I have my reasons."

"You got it," Samuels replied. He took the card, flipping it over as he examined it. "Impressive."

"See ya, Samuels."

"Take care, Radar," Samuels nodded. "Take me home," Samuels said to his driver as he rolled his window up. The short limo pulled away from my tent. I laughed, imagining someone seeing that limo out here in the middle of nowhere.


I was pulled from my cubby rudely, hitting the ground. I grunted, standing up quickly. Instead of seeing an intruder, I saw Gage exclaim in shock: "Lilly!" At my feet stood my toddler, hands on her hips.

"Get up, Daddy! Let's go see Mommy!"

I stood up, rubbing my back. "Did you pull me out, Lilly?"

"I helped," Megan added in a proud way. She was crawling out of the cubby behind me.

"Okay," I sighed.

"I am so sorry, sir," Gage said, her hands covering her mouth in shock. "I had no idea they'd pull you out like that."

"Don't sweat it," I sighed. "Like you could have stopped them had you known?"

Gage didn't comment. I took my girls downstairs and bathed them, dressed them, brushed their hair, fed them and we packed up the tent. Today was the day. I'm going home today—but only temporarily. I have no idea how I'm going to keep the girls when I go to leave.

You can go, I can hear Sam saying—imaginary Sam, not the real one. I'm keeping my daughters.

We were about eighty miles from home. I started in that direction.

I didn't want my ghost form to be spotted in Amity Park. If the town really did notice my absence—big surprise—then I don't want them putting pieces together. If Samuels can do it, anyone can. I landed in Tillings Gulch and started walking the four miles to the house. When I was about two miles away, a black sedan pulled up beside me. Before the car came to a stop, Sam jumped out of the car. The car came to a full stop as Sam hit her knees, hugging Lilly tightly.

"Oh, baby," Sam cried and my heart broke. "I've missed you so, so much!"

"I've missed you, too, Mommy," Lilly cried. Tucker was the next one out of the car and Megan flew to him. From the passenger side, Mom stepped out of the car. Dad and Jazz were not there. The car was empty save for the driver.

"We need to have a long conversation, mister," Mom added firmly.

"And we will," I nodded. "I am so sorry to put you through this."

"Let's go home," Mom remarked.

Sam picked up Lilly and held her close. She stared daggers at me.

"How have you been," I asked.

"My daughters were missing," Sam spat. "How do you think I was?"

"I'm sorry," I said. Sam smacked me.

"I don't care what issues you have. But you be a fucking man, am I clear? You cannot tell me that these children are mine and you run off with them the first time you have doubts. You don't get to turn off my 'mom-light'. When I'm their mother, I share in the good and the bad. I have never seen you act so selfishly."

"Sam," Tucker said gently. He touched her shoulder. No, wait. His hand hovered above it.

I can't touch her, Tucker replied. You don't want to touch her.

I climbed in the back of the sedan. Tucker and Megan sat between Sam and I. Mom got back in the passenger side. "Take us home," Mom ordered.

We rode in silence all the way home. Once we were home, Jazz welcomed me with a big hug. Dani, Valerie, Joseph, Grandpa, Brit, Mom and Dad Numbers Two and Three were all there. Dani was the next one to hug me.

"Kitchen," Mom ordered with her hand extended in that direction. I walked in silence.

We all sat around the table, Sam holding Lilly with such a vise I really regretted leaving again. Damn Vlad for coming back! This wouldn't be happening if he would have just left us alone! What did his visit cause? It's brought us nothing but this aggravation.

"I want to know what is going on, young man," Mom said, her voice firm.

I released a breath. "The girls wanted a chance to say goodbye. They never had a chance to say goodbye before we left. I'm giving them that chance."

"Why did you leave," Mom Number Three exclaimed.

"I did an unspeakable deed and I have to own up to it," I sighed. "I'm doing the right thing."

"By leaving," Sam exclaimed. "You are so full of horse shit, you can't even smell it anymore!"

"Sam," Tucker said softly.

"Don't tell me to calm down, Foley," Sam threatened, her eyes narrowing. "This whole fucking mess is about me! I just can't understand your reasoning, Danny. You are hurting everyone involved, even yourself! Why don't you get off your high horse and look around?"

"I'm trying to save you," I exclaimed. "I don't want you to be hurt anymore. You would have forgiven me. I don't deserve to be forgiven."

"Newsflash, stupid, I know what happened! I accepted who I was with. I knew you had a weakness and I knew at any moment I would have to chase you down again. That is who I chose to be involved with. Now I want this new Danny to grow the fuck up and get his head out of his ass!"

"That's enough, Sam," Mom said firmly. "You don't need to use that kind of language. Especially around the girls."

"Who told you about Megan," I asked softly.

"You were there when we found out about Megan. It just took us a while to get proof. We told Sam and Tucker we were ninety-nine percent sure when you left. They gave us some hair so we could search for you and the kids. It didn't work."

"Of course not," I nodded. "I rigged things so that it wouldn't work."

"Okay, we want the full picture," Dad added. "What is going on with you, Sam, Vlad and Blue?"

I released a breath. "It was a big misunderstanding. The last thing I said was 'I love you, Vlad.' It brought up a lot of bad feelings and I started dreaming about him. I went to his house that night just to see him. I wasn't even planning on him seeing me but Vlad found me snooping around. He took me out to the garden to talk with me and we made a simple arrangement. I wasn't going to have sex with him. I just wanted to pretend. I was playing with fire. I actually made it out untouched but as we were unwinding, something happened. I don't know what. I just wanted him for real. I thought I had made a mistake with Sam. After we had sex, I came to my senses but I knew Sam would forgive me. I came home, talked to Sam, packed the girls and I up and went to see Blue. Vlad hadn't told him and I just broke his heart. I left."

"Why Sam," Mom asked, shaking her head. "I don't get it. What importance does Sam have in this? She may be Lilly and Megan's mother but she's not your girlfriend."

I chuckled shyly. "Actually, she was."

"I'm his fiancée now," Sam added softly.

"Not anymore," I added as Mom's mouth opened and closed like a fish's.

"Yes, now," Sam shot back. "I'm not giving up on my family. I don't walk away when the going get tough."

"I'm not running away," I declared. "I've told you, Sam. This is for—."

"You finish that fucking sentence and you won't live to regret it," Sam seethed. I closed my mouth. "You are not doing this for my own good. You are doing this because it's easier!"

"Come on, Sam," I declared. "Do you honestly believe it's easier for me to walk away than it is for us to continue down this path?"

"It must," Sam retorted. "You can't believe anyone can love you. You can't accept that what I feel is real. So you have to walk away to prove a point. Fine, walk away. Big fucking whoop. But you walk away on your own, am I clear? When you figure it out, you can come home. The girls and I will be waiting here."

"It doesn't work that way," I retorted. "When a second marriage fails, the step-mom doesn't keep her step-kids."

"So that's what I was," Sam retorted. "I wasn't their mom, I was their step-mom. Okay. I can live with that. We'll be right here."

"Oh, no," I shot back. "My girls leave with me."

"That may be so, but our girls stay with me."

"Enough," Mom shouted. Sam and I looked to her softly. I thought we'd have more time before I had to face her. "Since when were you two dating, much less engaged?"

"We started dating right after the Disasteroid," Sam replied. "Danny proposed to me on my birthday."

"All this time," Mom whispered. "That's why you sleep in his—have you had sex?!"

We both put our heads down. "We were careful."

"Why didn't you tell us you two were together," Dad asked me. "You've had to purposely keep it a secret."

"It was because we were having sex," I replied. "I didn't intend on not telling you. When we told you guys about the dream was the first time we noticed you didn't know. We talked about it and decided to tell you after high school."

"We knew you wouldn't allow us to have sex," Sam began.

"You are absolutely correct," Mom retorted.

Sam continued, Mom's outburst barely interrupting her. "You already had."

"So we knew in that other timeline," Dad asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "We announced it after we got home. You threw a fit when you found out we had sex. Sam and I were careful and we didn't have sex all the time. We just wanted to have our privacy and as long as you thought we were just friends, you had no problem with us sleeping in the same room."

"Clever," Dad added. Mom gave him a dirty look and he diverted his eyes.

"I can't believe you," Mom shook her head. "For two years you have been lying to us! Is anything you've ever told us the truth? How can I trust you again?"

"The only thing we've been lying to you about was our relationship, Megan, Vlad, Dani and the big one."

"So you have one big secret left," Mom asked, her jaw set in aggravation.

"Just one—the mother of all secrets," I laughed. She didn't find it funny.

"She is just so cute," I heard Brit declare. I looked to her seat and she and Tucker were cooing over Megan. Megan was pushed up against Tucker's side, as far away from Brit as she could get. I chuckled, standing up. I knelt down to Megan's level.

"This is your Aunt Brit," I said softly. "You can trust her, Megan."

"Bit," Megan asked me. I smiled warmly.

"Brit," I corrected.

"She can call me Bit," Brit cooed in a baby voice. "Because she's got every bit of my heart."

Sam repositioned Lilly, stood up and walked over to Tucker's seat. Sam squatted by Megan. "Can I hold you?"

"Okay," Megan nodded. Tucker held his arms out for Lilly and my friends traded off.

"Goodness, girl, you're growing so strong," Sam boosted.

"Where Dada," Megan asked.

I swallowed. "Vlad isn't here anymore, Megan." I rubbed her hair. "You know Vlad left."

"Dada," Megan asked.

"You know Daddy sends his love," Sam replied. She kissed Megan on the cheek. "Your Daddy loves you so much."

"Your fault," Megan retorted. She started squirming in Sam's hands. Sam put her on her feet. Megan crossed her arms. "You brokeded our family!"

"No, you did," Lilly retorted.

"Girls," I said firmly. "We'll only be here a short while. Let's not fight."

"Mama and Dada get back together," Megan retorted.

"No, Megan," I said softly. "Vlad and I got together once. Both of us regretted it."

"Vlad and Blue started over," Sam shot at me. "Why can't we?"

"That's their choice," I said softly. "Just because Blue does something doesn't mean I will."

"Blue forgave Vlad. I should hope not!"

"I'm not going to forgive myself for that," I said firmly. "It only hurts you! I want to be a better man. Dragging you down this road wouldn't be much of an improvement."

"Is it me, then," Sam screamed. "Do you want me to leave? Do you not want me anymore?"

"Sam, please, don't be like this," I pleaded.

"You do not see the effects," Sam hissed. "You are hurting more than me and you are hurting more than yourself. You are hurting your friends, your family, your town! If it's me, then I'll leave! I will buy my own place and you can stay home." Sam's voice broke. "Just don't take my girls."

My eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry, Sam. I wished there was another way."

"What about your mother," Sam asked, dropping her head. She sobbed. "Have you forgotten what two months ago was? She can't stand this separation."

"You don't understand," I said softly. "I've been here, Sam. It will take more than distance to separate us. Please, sweet—please, Sam. Just move on. Cut the ties that bind and then I can come home."

"It's you that don't understand," Sam said, lifting her chin. She looked me dead in my eyes. "No one may touch me." She wrapped her arms around herself. "I can't stand the thought of anyone else touching me."

"What are you talking about," Mom asked.

"Not now," Tucker whispered.

"Can't you see that this is what I want," Sam asked. Her breathing became labored. She started to rub her shoulders. "I can't believe you would ever think I didn't really love you."

My eyes filled with new tears, shedding the ones I had been stubbornly holding onto. "I just don't ever want to force you to do anything. I want you to be happy, Sam. I want what's best for you."

"You are what's best for me," Sam said. She looked at me and her purple eyes were clouded in tears. She held them in, though. "You are what I want. You make me happy. I can live without you, Danny, but it makes my life miserable. You've been my friend since second grade. You're more than my boyfriend or even my fiancé. You are my everything. I don't get how you can look at me and ever doubt my feelings for you."

"I've always been clueless," I half-heartedly joked.

"Now you're just being an ass," Sam added seriously. She stepped towards me and once again, I couldn't pull away. I screamed at my mind to stop it before it began but I didn't want to. She didn't attack me. It was simple—like last night. She ran her hand through my hair, pushing her body against mine. However, this time, she forced my hands on her body. When we touched, though, we both jumped. It was a good kind of jump, though. A spark ran between us, electrifying us. I felt her energy run through me. Nothing like this ever happened with Vlad.

"Feel this," Sam whispered. Our hands touched and I could see currents running between us. "This is us, Danny. Vlad never did this to you. You and Vlad were two amps of the same power level. We are an amp and a conductor. We are made for each other. I don't work without you and you don't work without me. We are never at our potential apart."

"I-I don't get it," I said, shaking my head. "I felt longing. I felt attraction. God, Sam, with you, I feel all kinds of weird stuff."

"It's because magnetism made it stronger," Sam whispered. She intertwined her fingers into mine, causing our current to grow stronger. I looked to my left hand as Sam touched the palm. Sparks began to throw. I heard my family exclaim.

"I can't Sam," I said softly. "I don't know anything about magnetism. This could be explainable."

"It is explainable," Sam said. Her lips touched mine and the air was sucked out of my lungs. I could hear hissing and warping as I gave in and began kissing her back. More exclaims came from my family.

"Is anyone else seeing that," Mom Number Two shouted.

"We've got to separate them," Tucker shouted. I broke the kiss and stepped back. As I took in the kitchen, I was shocked. Papers had been blown around the room, black scorch marks marred the walls and the lights had been blown out. "Jesus, people, do that in a fucking power plant!"

"Did we do this," Sam asked, looking around at the devastation as I was.

"A blue arc shield came up around you," Jazz replied. "It was like you were… electricity. It's amazing."

"What the hell was that," Mom demanded.

"I fucking dread when they make up," Tucker droned.

Sam went to take my hand when Tucker cut between us. "Oh, no. We can't take any more of them fucking things!"

"I get why they call it magnetism now," Jazz added. "You just created a magnetic storm."

"Magnetism," Mom said, tilting her head. "Isn't that the ghost law?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "It's hard to explain, Mom. Come up with an excuse I would say here and keep telling it to yourself until I return."

Dad Number Three snorted a laugh. "You have to admit, he's clever. He's given up on lying."

"He hasn't given up on lying," Mom retorted. "He won't tell the truth!"

"Exactly," I replied. "He's right. I won't lie to you. I just won't tell you the truth until later."

"How were you creating a magnetic storm," Grandpa asked. "It was the two of you generating it!"

"Yeah, we were creating it. We just can't explain why or how," Sam said.

"I want some answers, you two," Mom added.

"Sorry," I shrugged. "I'm not ready."

"You know," Dad started. He paused for a moment. "I can't even think of something Danny would say here."

"Me either," I laughed. Tucker chuckled nervously.

"It makes no sense," Mom declared. "The only way for you to be in magnetism is if you are a ghost. That makes no sense!"

"Not only him," Grandpa added. "Miranda said that she doesn't have any strings attached so that means that Sam would have to be a ghost too. They're not ghosts, Maddie. How are they in magnetism?"

"They can't be," Mom declared.

"We just saw the crazy ass storm," Mom Number Two added.

"Right now, the important thing is keeping them apart," Dad added. "We can't have any more of those storms."

"Leave that to me," Tucker added.

AN: I'm back! AND I survived Christmas/New Year Vacation! (Hint, it wasn't a vacation for me. 116 hours in ten days). I hope everyone enjoyed their holidays!

This is the only update for this week. I'm updating every Wednesday. Hopefully, I will have the updates posted by noon, but I'll definitely try to have it posted before midnight Eastern time. As said before, this is the final installment of Danny's Story. This is a work in progress so I'm hoping to stay ahead of the curve and keep them cranking out consistently. Your reviews would be greatly appreciated to help keep me motivated. :)

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Next chapter to be posted Wednesday, January 9, 2013. Please review!