Danny Phantom Fan Fiction ❯ Samantha and Sunshine ❯ Chapter 2

The next morning came too soon for the Goth since she had been awake most of the night taking care of the male in her bed. She had wondered that he hadn't reverted to another form as Danny did when his energy was low, but shook it off as he was truly a ghost with both the young ghost fighter's ghost half and with Vlad's older ghost half. He could look like Danny if he needed, but had never revealed any other form during the time she had seen him. Jazz had never seen another form either, informing them of the time she had spent with the older male.

Seeing as it was summer as of today, and also the end of teenhood, the Goth knew her friends would be coming to call, how they would do it was the problem. If Danny brought them straight to her room then they would find out about Dan and if they came over through the front door than Sunshine was bound to tell them of the adventure with the ghost boy in her room. Neither idea held good prospects. Walking over to her bed she knew that Danny had the right to know who she harbored in her room, but at the same time she knew he would be hurt and angry that she had aided his enemy, worse still the man who had attempted to kill them all. Still, she couldn't bring herself to turn him away or to tell her friend. He had no one and had been alone for so long against people who didn't understand what he had gone through. Her friends would never see this and it had taken her a long time to come with terms of Dan's life, but she understood. He was a lost soul, someone who like her failed to fit in because of choices and because of his environment.

"Why did you save me?" came a soft male voice, still rough with pain, but soft like a child's tone. She looked up at the head of the bed. Dan looked at her, confusion and anger in his red depths. "You are still as stupid as ever." The Goth frowned, her dark brows drawing close in her anger, but then she remembered that was how he was and there was nothing she could do to change it.

"What does it matter why," she replied. "It only matters that it is done and cannot be undone." He looked at her in shock and bewilderment at her words and tone. He had expected something different. "And once you are healed enough then you will leave. No one need to be the wiser as I am sure you know how Danny would react upon seeing you, much less seeing you in my room." Dan nodded, his face grim. He was sure his younger half would kill him upon sight, not just for being weak with injury, but as she said. He would be rather pissed that his enemy, the one that attempted to kill his loved ones, in Sam's room.

"I don't plan to be here long, hell," he hissed angrily. "I didn't even plan on coming here!" Sam shrugged as she took the bowl with the now lukewarm water to her bathroom where she poured it out. Coming back into the room where he now sat up she pulled up a chair, the bowl in the bathroom drying.

"Why are you here," she questioned before holding up her hand to silence him, a move that made him glare at her, his eyes telling her that and more. "First, how did you get injured?" The halfa male before her almost looked as if he wasn't going to spill, but then a look entered his crimson gaze. It was there only for a moment before his normal shuttered gaze reappeared. "Okay, don't make me mad, Dan. I have had a really bad week so I am in no mood to deal with your shit. I have the right to know why you showed up in my house, and bleeding all over my sister's room!" He continued to glower at her, but he did begin to talk to.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he spat.

"Try me," was her two word response. He sighed, leaning back, his red eyes closing.

"I was released from the thermos a few years back by Clockwork, seems that he thought I was doing better with my attitude." Sam remained silent, her eyes neutral. "I was just hanging out one day, Clockwork having gone away to some meeting with the Observants when the thing, the future thing or whatever it's called became active." The Goth knew what he was talking about, the same thing they had seen him in. It was the first time they had become aware of his existence.

"Okay, does that happen ver-" she stopped at the look on his face, his eyes open now and glaring at her. "Sorry." She wasn't used to that word, not too often to someone who had planned and tried to carry out an attempt on her life.

"Are you done?" At her nod he continued. "There was an event that was playing out on it and as I was occupied with that I failed to hear someone come into the tower, not that I was expecting anyone but that damned time ghost." The Goth waited, though she wanted to know what could have possibly caught his attention enough to keep him that distracted. Dan and Danny both were the same in that respect. They were not easily distracted unless it was something of utmost importance. "I was struck from behind, but when I turned to see who had struck me I was shocked to find an Observant, his eye just as shocked to see that I could move. I had kept a time necklace on as Clockwork liked to stop time at the most inopportune moments."

"When you tried to sneak up on him, I can bet." He threw her another glare before continuing.

"What got me more was the blasted weapon he was using," Dan stated as he closed his eyes again, the fight in his mind still fresh. "He had that staff, the one that Clockwork keeps on him." Now Sam wasn't so sure about his story, not the part about the Observant, nor the fact that Clockwork had even left him alone in that tower, but that last part was ludicrous!

"Dan, that makes absolutely no sense. Why would Clockwork even let that out of his sight or the fact that the Observant, a creature sworn to watching and not acting, attack?" He sighed again, this time in frustration. He had known she wouldn't believe him.

"It just seems so surreal, but you must understand. Still..." she faded off as she looked down at his healing stomach. He was injured and although the story sounded so far out there she was inclined to believe him. There was no other way, unless he did bodily harm to get to them in some way, but that seemed highly unlikely since Dan wasn't one to hurt himself to gain the upper hand. "Dan, you know what I believe you," she whispered just as the sound of her over exuberant sister running up stairs hit her. "I think that we need to find out what happened before sending you back." His red eyes grew suspicious. "Just because you were evil doesn't mean that I would send you back just so you would be killed."

"Sam!" Sunshine yelled as she rushed into the room. Her clothing was scant, something that the blond liked to wear while the Goth would have cringed just touching it, though she was cringing now. Maybe it was her sister's high pitched peppy voice or maybe it was the clothing, but to the shock of Dan the Goth fisted her hand, her nails hitting skin and cutting. He failed to see the blood, but he could smell it, the tang of it strong to his honed senses. He sneered at the blond before them, her top more of a bra and her shorts more like a pair of panties, barely an outfit and although he had remembered at one time enjoying such a show he found himself repulsed.

"Shine, what do you wa-"

"Your friends are downstairs!" she squealed. It was like being with a child and Sam had grown tired of it early on. Her sister acted like a six year old, had the body of a teen, had the dress sense of a hooker on the street and the mind of an infant! "I told them you had a guest, but I wouldn't te-" The Goth's eyes went wide, her skin going paler than the whitest ghost as she turned on her sister.

"You what?!" It didn't bother her sister as her teal eyes narrowed and she pointed to the door where the trio could hear the sound of the two teens coming up. "Sunshine! You weren't supposed to t-"

"Bring it on," Dan stated causing both teenagers to look at him, the shock on Sam's face making the older halfa slightly worried. He knew what she was thinking and sure, it might be bad that the other male saw him, but he had a plan, one that he hoped would work. Pushing the blond off the bed, his hands burning at the touch, before shoving Sam in the same direction while giving her quick, curt instructions.

Sam rushed out into the hall, the door closing on her sister. "Danny! Tucker!" The pair looked at her curiously as she stood before the door, blocking their way. "You usually aren't around my house this early." There was a reason for that. Sam was usually asleep, but something had made Danny a little nervous so he had decided to come and check up on her. When the door had opened, her sister unusually happy to see them, he had known something was up.

"What's up? I've never known you to be up this early," Tucker pointed out rather bluntly. Sam turned a slight red when she realized that she was still in her black nightgown. She did love how the silk felt on her warm skin, but for her to walk out in the barely covering outfit. That hit her then that she had been with Dan half naked. Cursing she opened her mouth to speak when the door opened and Sunshine walked out. She moved past them, her smile gone, but she still seemed happy as she disappeared into her room. Danny moved past Sam and into the room, his eyes landing on the man in the Goth's bed and his eyes narrowed.

"What the fuck?!"