Okay so this chapter has finally been edited I also changed some of it... now if my muse would just come back from cross over land I can finish this story and we can all be happy.

seriously the next chapter is refusing to be written... I'm consider doing filler since the actual stroy refuses to progress... but meh we shall see.

ohh I know give me suggestions for random stuff for a filler chapter, that way i can sneek some more of the plot into the chapter and the story might come back to life and start moving again.

Of Witches and Ghosts:

Chapter nine: Spells of fainting

The Hall was littered with lights, wisps of colours drifting motionless in a colourless void. Sam could still make out the inside of the school building as a smokey quartz grey engulfing and separating lights. Sam's head shifted slightly to look at a strangely bright light right next to her when another light of comparable brightness caught her attention. This other light was in front of her and up quite a few feet above the smokey quartz grey which was almost obscuring the light from Sam's gaze.

In a sudden jolting motion the world spun around her, it was as if she was on the edge of an off kilter, giant balancing plate as it was spun around on a stick. In a dizzying blur Sam found her self behind the new light. Something about this new light was off putting lacking that… 'Safe' vibe the other light had given off. Watching the scene Sam began to feel nauseous as she often did when she stared at a TV while the program on it was paused. Then she realized why; reality was on pause, Sam was witnessing a split second of reality from the astral realm. She watched as, with gut wrenching warping, time caught itself napping and moved forward once more.

The 'unsafe' light dove down at the building below, through the school's roof and into the glittering lights below. At the same time Sam's consciousness was hurled back into her body so fast she got whiplash which in turn sent her spiralling into the darkness of unconsciousness. Sam never even felt her body hit the floor. But then, she didn't feel the arms that stopped her from hitting the floor either.

Touch and feeling was the first sense to come back to her. A warm, soft yet calloused pair of hands held firmly onto her right hand, they were slightly tensed as if worried. A familiar weight lay on her chest, her artefact, the silver pocket watch, was reassuring to her. The 'ground' beneath her was soft, mildly 'squidgy,' as Barbra would put it, probably a mattress.

Scent came next; the air was clean – sterile - with chemical medicines, it made her throat sting mildly. A medical area of some sort.

Hearing worked its way up from the dark pit too. A soft murmuring; some part legible and others not. All of it coming from her left.

"…knew it was..."

"…Before his senses…."

"…Something odd..."

Her eyes slid open slowly. A quick eye glance to her left told her that the people speaking, Valerie, Tucker, Jazz and Mr Lancer, were to busy with each other to notice her awakening. She turned her attention to her right, and smiled weakly at the boy attached to the hands attached to her own.

Danny.

He smiled back at her. He released the grip his left hand had on her to brush a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes. Sam paled when she notice a few were lighter purple then normal. Danny frowned when she paled but the others in the room got slightly louder, startling them both. The heated 'debate' continued and Danny put his head on the bed near Sam's.

"You remember what happened?" he whispered. It was Sam's turn to frown, Danny wasn't just whispering because she was in the sick bay and didn't want to alert the others to her awakening; Danny's voice carried a certain rasp, almost as if he'd gone and screamed his throat raw.

"Hey?" Danny quite prompt jolted Sam back to his question, did she remember what happened? Sam tried to formulate words even as she thought back, she remembered colours… soul auras maybe, but what was she, how had she… unless: Sam had used another power not her own, this one reminded of the power Barbra had once described, a mix between Barbra's own powers of Second and Far Sight. Barbra had dubbed the power Astral Vision. Sam was at a loss, she knew what had happened but how would she explain it?

'ask a stupid question…' Sam's mind supplied instantly. So Sam answered Danny as she and the others had trained themselves to answer: with a blatant lie.

"No," Sam kept her voice low like Danny's, "I can't remember much passed the school's front doors." The four other occupants of the room continued their 'pro-active' chat.

"Danny, what happened?" Sam asked, Danny shrugged before replying.

"Ghost attack, you must have fainted." Interestingly both dark haired teens had the thought 'as if' run through their heads.

"Everyone else ok?" Sam's whispering voice was laced with genuine concern. Danny nodded as best he could with his head still lying on the bed.

"Phantom showed up, beat the ghost. He's all better apparently, bit worried about the… err minor property damage. But yeah every one else got out of the way in time so-"

"Although it is interesting that you actually passed out before the ghost came through the roof." Valerie's sharp voice cut in. Apparently the debate was over.

"I did?" Sam laced her voice confusion. Tucker nodded his head gravely.

"We saw it all, we were by the lockers and you went whiter than a sheet and passed out right in to Danny's arms. It was like a romance movie or some thing."

Sam propped herself up on her elbows.

"Then the ghost came through the ceiling and when straight for you two, Danny picked you up and moved you both out of harms way, it's his hero complex." Tucker continued.

Danny sat up straight grabbing Sam's now free pillow.

"That's about when Phantom showed up; he kick ghostly butt and left. So Danny had to carry you here himself. Total knight in shining armour moment." Tucker opened his mouth as if to add more.

The pillow introduced itself to Tucker's face with a considerable amount of speed and enthusiasm.

Sam slid into her seat. The group of six had been booted from the sick bay when the nurse arrived in time to see Danny chuck the pillow at Tucker. Thankfully for the younger teens had Mr Lancers class now and Jazz had a free period so they wouldn't be in any trouble; or any more trouble at least.

The nurse had saved Sam from what could have been a rather awkward game of 20 questions. The class was in a bit of a mood from the earlier ghost attack so no work was done. Gossip filled the room as Mr Lancer read a book, he wasn't about to bother himself pretending to teach like some of the other teachers did after a ghost attack, although there was a homework assignment written on the board just in case. Valerie sat on her desk and leant over Tucker's shoulder watching the screen of his PDA as he played a game of something or other. Jazz had decided to spend her free period with them, a trick she could only get away with in Lancer's classes, and was now talking to Danny who had a bag of throat lozenges and a bottle of what Jazz had told Sam was water with lots of honey in it. None of them had mentioned why Danny's voice had suddenly caved. Or why he had a giant bag of lozenges in his locker for just such an occasion.

Sam sat slumped at her desk focusing on one of the lozenges on Danny's desk, it had slipped out of the bag and just sat there. Sam thought back to yesterday when she had used another's power to hurl the demon through the air. Telekinesis: Zoey's primary power… Sam wondered if she could… she might be able too… well why not.

Danny glanced over at Sam, she didn't notice. He frowned at her sudden look of determination wondering what she was thinking; she was focusing on the lozenge on the desk, right by his elbow. Danny turned back to Jazz only half listening now. Sam reached with her mind for her well of power at the heart of her soul as her fingers reached slightly for the lozenge. In he minds eye Sam saw the well of power. Something was different, three new strands, one blue, one silver/black and one gold, twining around and through the vibrant greens and purples of her power.

She paused; blue had always been Zoey's colour, even her Zantana glamour form wore blue, Silver/Black was the colour that Selene favoured, an almost impossible fusion of tow colours that the quintet had only ever seen on the ex-thief, and Gold belonged to Barbra whose glamour form was decked in gold. Sam understood colour affiliation; she herself wore greens and purples to avoid disharmonising. Colours had vibrations, scents and sounds, when the girls wore colours that clashed with their power's colours their powers went wonky.

In two days Sam had used Two powers that did not belong to her, now two strands of power that should have clashed with her own were harmonised, as if the had always been there. Was this what the spell in the book had meant, 'hearts to hearts to never be divided.' And why was a Selene coloured strand twined within her power core?

Sam reached for the blue strand and was suddenly enveloped in a feeling that was so… Zoey. Sam pulled back from the power drawing only the tiniest thread with her. Even the thread hummed with 'Zoey-ness.'

Focusing her attention between the strand of power and the lozenge Sam almost missed Paulina's whining voice rise up over the rest of the class.

"It's just no fair, why didn't Phantom show up to beat that ghost." Phantom hadn't shown up? That's not what Sam had been told. Her head turned towards Paulina so fast Sam almost gave herself a whiplash relapse. Unfortunately for the lozenge Sam had already extended her 'Zoey' power over it, so when Sam turned her head, the lozenge tried to follow and ended up pelting into Paulina's hair where it promptly decided to stick. Sam felt dread rise up from her stomach and looked away, back at Danny who was looking at her. Luckily Sam already looked confused as hell so she didn't need to 'slip her face on' as Haley liked to say.

"AHHHH!" Paulina's shriek drew everyone's attention and Sam took the opportunity to slip out of the class room a left the school as the class worried over Paulina's poor lozenged hair.

"You should be in class." A shadow fell over Sam's upturned face. She opened her eyes to the speaker.

"Hello Phantom." Sam shut her eyes again waiting for him to leave.

"You should be in class," he repeated. Sam shrug as well as she could sitting on the park bench with her head tilting back.

"Wanna talk about it?" was it just Sam or was his voice slightly raspy today?

"Nope." Monosyllabic; that was how bad Sam's mood had gotten.

"Alright, but I'm gonna haunt you till you tell me." The shadow he cast moved from Sam's face as he sat beside her on the bench. The cold air around Phantom was rigid on Sam's sun warmed skin. The pair sat in companionable silence for a while. Finally Phantom spoke.

"Are you feeling better now?" He asked.

"Hmm? I don't know what you mean," Sam waved her hand dismissively, looking at Phantom side on through her eyelashes.

"Well you fainted this morning; I figured you must not be perfectly alright." Phantom shrugged.

"Stuff has just been happening lately and things are changing and over half of what I thought I knew is migrating through the window. Guess it's just stress, to much at once. Normally I'm a better adapter but, I don't think that this is … ah hell, I don't even really know what the heck I'm talking about right now."

Phantom chuckled quietly at the young witch's sudden confusion.

"Maybe you need a nap, come on I'll fly you home, how's that sound?"

Sam looked at the smiling ghost and nodded, letting him pull her back into his embrace before taking off.

"By the way, were you at school this morning Phantom?"

Tadum(!)