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SS2K4 here, back with a sequel to the extremely short fic 'Almost Over' which, before you start submitting reviews full of questions, I recommend you read.

Hope you all like the first chapter of Something's Wrong With Sam…

Unholy Trinity

"For crying out loud Danny, sit down," Tucker flipped through a manga book entitled 'Gravitation' with an aggravated glare.

Danny was pacing his living room floor, frantically cracking his knuckles and eyeing the door every few seconds. His left eye wouldn't stop twitching, he hadn't combed his hair in three days, and his stomach felt like coffee granules being strained through a toupee. Six months came and went pretty quickly for the world – as is nature's way – but for Danny it seemed like an eternity.

Every single moment away from Sam was like a thousand years. He hadn't been able to speak to her on the phone or visit during spring break, in fact, not even her parents had been in contact with her. He went to see them almost every day and they always said the same thing…

I'm sorry, Daniel, we've not heard from Sam yet…

It was decided by the Manson's that their alcoholic 15 year old daughter should be sent to live with her cousin, Trinity Manson, in Essex, England. Supposedly, Trinity had also suffered through a bout of alcoholism and come out the other end with a smile on her face. So for six months, much to the dismay and upset of Danny Fenton, Sam had been living hundreds of miles away with not so much as a letter or a phone call to assure him she was OK.

Now that six month period was up.

Sam was coming home.

Tonight.

And so, Danny and Tucker were waiting at Fenton Works for Sam and her cousin to arrive. The blue eyed boy had been reduced to a twitchy nervous wreck, walking around in one small circle that almost wore a groove into the carpet.

"Ahhh!"

Tucker's sudden outburst scared the hell out of Danny. He turned to see his friend had thrown the book he was reading across the room and was now curled into a corner of the armchair.

"What? What is it? What?"

"There were two guys kissing in that book!" He shivered at the thought. Obviously, he didn't take to yaoi very well, but surely he knew that's what Gravitation was about? Clearly, he did not.

Danny sighed. He approached the window overlooking the dark street outside.

Nothing.

Just as he moved away, ready to slump onto the couch and mope, the doorbell rang. Before the chime had even finished ringing, Danny had opened the front door.

"Blimey that was quick!" came a female voice, ravaged by a heavy, yet crystal clear, British accent.

She was of similar height to him, maybe a little taller. Dressed in a pristine white blouse, oh so short navy skirt, and a black tie with two light blue stripes at the bottom, the St Trinians girl appearance was completed with traditional knee-high socks and platform Mary Jane shoes. Therather busty girl reminded him of a catholic school student. Her face was cleanly made up; eye shadow, lip gloss, mascara – the works. The eyeliner was slightly thick, but still neat. She had a bar through her left eyebrow and a couple of navel bars in the cartilage of her right ear.

Lengthy black hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a single strand hanging down in front of her face. She bore a startling resemblance to Sam, and Danny was almost fooled, but beside the fact that she had green eyes, she had to be at least 18 years old; three years older than Sam.

"You OK, dahlin? Ya look a bit pale."

Tucker appeared beside Danny, who he'd seen standing in the open door way with a ridiculous look on his face. He eyed the girl like an owl who'd seen an injured mouse.

"No one said anything about Tera Patrick stopping by." He said with a cheesy grin on his face.

"You Americans and your obsession with porn stars, it cracks me up!" She giggled. "I assume that you are Tucker?"

"Yeah, but you can call me Tuck, or Tuckerino."

"Cute. I'm Trinity Manson." She flashed a sexy smile and gave a thumbs up.

"Where's Sam?" Danny asked, his tone similar to that of a lost child.

Trinity didn't get a chance to reply. From out of theshadows, a slightly shorter girl launched herself at the unready boy.

"Danny!" She squealed.

"Way to glomp, Sam!" Trinity laughed again, as she closed the door behind her.

Sam had literally knocked Danny to the floor and pinned him there with a rib-crushing hug. Her lilac eyes glittered with excitement. She sat on his waist and observed his cheeks turn the brightest shade of red known to man. Still positioned on his stomach, she placed her hands on his shoulders and looked a little closer.

Danny was stunned, and not just because he'd had the wind knocked out of him by an overexcited teen that practically body slammed him to the ground. Sam had changed. You know… changed.

No one could say she didn't have a figure now, she'd been blessed with luscious curves that could make the NASCAR race track jealous, and she was most certainly not flat chested. Not any more at least.

Her once shoulder-length hair had been sliced off to a short spiky feminine style, much like Halle Berry when she played the main character in the movie 'Catwoman', only with long bangs that covered her left eye and cheek.

"Listen you two, if you're gonna jump each others bones, for goodness sakes get a room, any room; just not this one."

"I have to agree with Tucker," Trinity nodded. "If I wanna see stuff like that there are plenty of sites online I can go to."

Sam also turned a darker shade of pink as she stood up, one leg on either side of Danny's torso. This in turn gave Danny a pretty good view of…

"Quit looking up my skirt you perv!" Sam's blush had completely taken over her face.

"I, uh, didn't mean to, um…" He thought it best not to say anything else. And it was just then that he noticed what Sam was actually wearing.

A slouch sweat top, deep crimson in colour, loosely covered her waist and cut just above her breasts, leaving smooth bare shoulders and the tip of her cleavage on show. Adorned by a loose black spiked belt, the pleated neon pink skirt rode low on her hips and barely reached the halfway point of her silky thighs. Going further down revealed that her combat boots were replaced by a pair of sexily black lace up ankle boots with a small padlock and chain on the hem.

"Sammy, you never told me your boyfriend liked voyeurism!" Trinity laughed.

Sam, who was helping Danny to his feet, let go of his hand to protest her cousin's rather blunt statement, leaving Danny to fall flat on his butt. The usual rounds of denial spouted from Sam's red lip-glossed mouth and Tucker was rolling on the floor in a laughing fit.

"Heh hehehe," the loud snickering soon wore down.

Trinity reached into her bra and pulled out a lighter and a cigarette. Then she noticed the funny looks she was receiving from the two teenage boys.

"Oh, sorry, mind if I smoke?" she asked; lighter poised ready to spark up.

"Um," Danny glanced at Sam, physically asking what to say. She simply shrugged. "I guess it couldn't hurt."

"Ta love," Trinity lit the cigarette and took a long drag. "You got a back door?"

Danny nodded and led her through the house to the back exit. He and Tucker watched as the supposedly reformed alcoholic removed the cigarette from her mouth and puffed out a long stream of tobacco fog into the night air. Sam, on the other hand, didn't seem surprised. Danny went and sifted through the contents of the fridge. He returned with a few cans of soda, and offered one to Trinity, which she turned down.

"Honestly, no smoking on a plane, what a kick in the arse." She added, placing it to her lips again.

"So, how long are you staying in America?" Tucker wondered.

"Just a couple o' weeks, gotta keep my eye on lil Sammy," She pinched her cousins cheek like an doddering old aunt who hadn't seen her since she was six. "I'll be assisting the sophomore class art teacher so I can keep an eye on her between lessons."

Leaning against the door frame, she continued to puff on the slowly diminishing white stick.

"Who knows, I might even get to see this ghost boy everyone talks about!"

Danny spat out a mouthful of coke and started to shake nervously.

"W-what?"

"Sam told me about the ghost boy that hangs around Amity, so I did a google search on it and holy cheese on toast, he was the cutest thing I'd ever seen!" She balled her hands into fists and swayed from side to side.

"How much did she tell you?" Tucker and Danny glared fiercely at Sam, who merely smiled back at them, knowing that she hadn't said anything to blow the secret.

"Not much, she herself has only met him once – apparently – but we both agreed on how sexy he was and all the girls in my photography class thought he was gorgeous!" Trinity stubbed out the cigarette on the ground outside. Sam went completely scarlet and glanced at the ceiling. "Check out this tattoo I had done!"

Trinity rolled down one of her socks to show off a madly styled and very detailed rendition of Danny's alter-ego, from the brave expression on his pale face to the ghost rays that came from his gloved hands and topped off with a swirly green and purple background.

"Wow, that's really good, where'd ya get it done?" questioned Tucker as he examined the workmanship.

"Same place I had my cartilage pierced – Mettle Nettle – it's only the best place in Essex to get body art done."

Danny's face blossomed into one big pink piece of embarrassment. Apart from a British girl having his Phantom side permanently scarred into the skin on her leg, and a whole class of other British girls thinking he was gorgeous, Sam had told her cousin she thought Danny Phantom was sexy. Not cute, or even sweet, but sexy.

"Bloody hell! It's getting' dead late," Trinity saw the clock on the wall. It was 11:30pm. "Auntie Sarah's gonna kill me if we don't get a move on."

"You can stay here if you want," Danny piped up, perhaps a little too quickly.

Tucker's cheesy expression read something like 'Oh, I knew you were gonna say that', while Trinity silently conferred with Sam using basic gestures. It seemed they had come up with their own non-verbal language during those six months. A few nods, shakes of the head and funny faces later, the two had come to a decision. Trinity flipped out her cell phone and dialled a number.

"OK, guys keep quiet for a minute," Sam had a sneaky grin on her face as she watched her cousin sweet talk her mom.

"Hi, Auntie Sarah… Yeah we're fine… my Honda civic ran out of… no we're alright, we decided to stop at a hotel and… yes, I know, I know… don't worry, we'll be up early and should be home by about midday, maybe a little later… Sammy's still asleep bless 'er! … Jet lagged I think… OK, see ya tomoz, bye!"

She shut her phone off and clipped it back onto her thong. She gave another thumbs up and smiled.

"OK let's get down to business," she asked, hands on hips. "who's sleeping where?"

And, for reasons unknown, Tucker and Trinity both instinctively looked at Danny and Sam with eyebrows raised…

So, here it is, the sequel to Almost Over. I apologise if Trinity Manson seems like a Mary Sue - I assure you she IS NOT! She's not a halfa, she's not a super villain that Danny is too busy falling in love with to defeat, she's just Sam's English cousin who has changed a lot of who Sam really is and causes friction between her and Danny. That's all.

Plz read and review. Reviews are good for the soul, but if I had to eat the reviews I've had so far for myother fics I'd starve. Seriously.

SS2K4