*NOTE: I re-edited this chapter a bit: nothing significant though. I'm re-working the chapters one by one, mostly for grammar and flow and stuff. I'm not changing any of the content, and once I'm done with this I'll work on finishing up chapter 10.*

Ah, yes, another story by The Sleep Warrior. I decided to post this now, despite the fact that Flames of Fate is still…in the works, and despite the fact that I told some people I would wait to post this until I had worked out some kinks. But I looked over it, and it's not horrible the way it is now.

Also, I know there's a lot of 'Danny gets amnesia' stories floating around, but this one popped in and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. And, there's a bit of an interesting twist that I think you'll all really like. Enjoy!

Full Summary: A young boy with bright blue eyes wakes up one day to find he can't remember anything about his previous life. His only clue is a letter in his pocket supposedly addressed to him from an unknown admirer, but when a man finds him and claims he is his father, he finds himself wondering who the mystery girl from his dreams is and what his father is really up to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. (sigh…)

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"Danny, wait up!"

The raven-haired boy paused in his tracks by a large oak tree and turned around to search the crowd of excited students departing from the school for his two best friends when he suddenly caught sight of them running out of the main doors. The lavender-eyed Goth girl easily pushed through the huge mass as she rushed down the steps, leaving a wake behind her as well as her companion, a boy wearing a red beret and sporting the latest in techno-gear. Tucker finally staggered up to the tree where Danny was waiting, collapsing against the trunk beside his friend, panting heavily.

"Could you have gone any faster, Sam?" He gasped breathlessly, glaring angrily at the girl, but she just shrugged and smiled at him.

"Sorry, Tuck. But I don't want to spend any more time surrounded by the stench of conformity in that building than I have to," she stated, grimacing as the football team and the cheerleaders passed by.

Danny pushed himself off of the tree and started walking down the sidewalk again, his friends falling in step beside him. Suddenly, Tucker turned to him and grinned.

"Hey Sam, we know Danny feels the same way as you. Dude, you bolted out of Lancer's so fast I'm surprised his clothes didn't blow off. You should have seen his face!" Sam and Tucker chuckled at the memory, and Tucker's face suddenly lit up.

"Wait, you can! I took some digital pics on my PDA." He pulled out the small electronic device and shoved it near Danny's face. Oddly enough he ignored it and kept walking, leaving his two very shocked friends behind. They exchanged a worried look; Danny never passed up a chance to laugh at Lancer.

"Danny, wait up a sec!" Sam called, running after her friend. Tucker soon caught up, and after a few minutes of suspicious looks passed between them, Sam spoke up.

"Danny, what's wrong? Is everything all right?"

The blue-eyed boy just shook his head and kept walking, causing his friends to exchange looks again.

"Dude, school is out for the year. We're juniors now. You're usually jumping up and down, ready to have some fun, but instead you're a gloomy mess. You can't fool us; something's up."

Danny sighed wearily and paused on the sidewalk, carefully studying his friend's faces.

"All right. But promise me you won't laugh?" he asked. Sam and Tucker nodded slowly, waiting for Danny to continue. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and averted his eyes.

"Well, it's really just a…a feeling, but I can't help thinking that something bad is going to happen." He quickly brushed past his friends, not wanting to hear their laughter at his paranoia.

"I know, I know, it's just a feeling," he continued, "but it's so strong that I can't ignore it." Instead of the laughter he'd expected, his friends fell in beside him with serious thoughtful expressions.

"Danny, why didn't you tell us before?" Sam demanded. "We wouldn't laugh at something as serious as that. After all, your intuition is right…usually."

"Yeah, you know we're always here for you, man," Tucker joined in. "We trust you; if you think something's going to happen, then we're with you. And to be honest, I've been feeling the same thing." Danny sent him a disbelieving look, causing the techno-geek to quickly correct himself.

"Well, it's not as strongly as you, probably, but it's been pretty quiet ghost-wise lately, and that never means anything good. At first I thought it was just because you're so powerful, since you have had your powers for over a year now. But something's not right."

Danny smiled at his friends as they stopped outside Tucker's house.

"Thanks guys. That really means a lot to me." They smiled back at him reassuringly, glad that he was cheering up some. Sam quickly changed the subject.

"Hey, you guys want to go see that new 'horror' movie that came out? I hear it's full of ghosts and haunted houses," she said with a laugh.

"Sure, I don't have anything going on," Tucker said, checking his PDA. Sam looked over at Danny, who nodded his head.

"Me neither. How about you guys meet me at my house around seven?"

"Sounds good to me," Sam said. Tucker nodded before walking up the path leading to his front door.

"Bye, guys! See ya later!" He called, waving a hand at them as he disappeared into the house. Sam and Danny waved back at him and continued down the street, a comfortable silence falling between them. After a few minutes they reached Sam's rather large house and paused in front of it.

"So, um…see ya later?" Danny asked softly, staring at his feet. Sam nodded and looked up at the sky as if she had seen something interesting.

"Yeah…" Danny nodded as well and slowly turned back towards the street. "See ya, then." He'd shuffled off into the street a ways when Sam's voice called him back.

"Wait!" She shouted. He spun around hopefully, looking back at her nervous face.

"Yeah? Sam, what is it?" As he walked back up to her she shuffled her feet a bit and stuck a hand into her pocket, pulling out a small folded note.

"Here, take this." She held it out to him and as he stepped forward to take it his ghost sense went off. A relieved look flashed across Sam's face, but it was quickly replaced by concern.

"You can read it later. I'll run upstairs and grab a spare thermos; go ahead and go after it, I'll catch up." She turned and bolted into the house, leaving a bewildered Danny behind her. He shook his head and ducked into the alley behind her house, but before he transformed into his ghost-mode he unfolded the crumpled note. It looked well-read, and the seams were worn. Peering down at it in the shadows, his eyes widened as the notes contents were revealed.

Danny,

I really don't know how to say this. I've been trying to tell you for the past few months, but I haven't been able to muster up the courage. But lately, I just had this feeling that it needs to be said. This past year, we've both changed a lot, and things have changed between us as well. And I'm pretty sure that you've noticed it too. If you don't feel the same, we can just pretend that none of this ever happened and just be friends. But I have to tell you how I feel before it completely tears me apart.

I love you.

-Sam

Danny leaned against the wall, running a hand through his silky ebony hair and re-reading the note. He couldn't get his mind to believe what he was seeing; he just couldn't get his brain to accept that what his heart had long hoped for was finally coming true.

A few minutes passed and the shock wore off, a huge smile growing on his face. He punched a fist into the air in joy, leaping and shouting in excitement, his voice echoing against the alley walls.

"YES!"

But his revelry was short lived; as soon as the cry of delight left his mouth a large green spiked club smashed down beside him, tearing a huge hole in the pavement, accompanied by a boisterous roar.

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Short, yes, but they'll get longer AND better. Please review; reviews are the only things that keep my stories alive. Without them, I really feel/see no reason to continue. So if you want more, tell me!

Oh, and most of the wonderful descriptions and the note are all the products of my faithful betas hard work. She's gotten through 2 of my stories already, and there's more coming today! THANK YOU DARKFLAME1516! LOVE YA!

The Sleep Warrior