A/N: I couldn't resist. I really couldn't I have typed out the next chapter already but working a load of kinks on it. This is basically the entire "The Black Parade" album by My Chemical Romance, that have all been shuffled on my ITunes. They're all based off of Danny Phantom. And based around Danny. I think. Rated T for reasonable purposes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or the songs. (They're both too awesome to be owned!)

The Black Parade Shuffle Playlist

Chapter One: "House Of Wolves"

"Say it."

"No."

"Say it, now."

"I said no."

"Dammit Sam, SAY IT!"

"NO!"

Danny growled. His head falling into his ruined gloves. He hadn't changed back for an hour, even when he knew that his parents were worried sick about where he was at this hour. He'd come through her room, and then pathetically fell into the darkest corner. He had refused to talk, glance or even acknowledge her existence. It seemed ridiculous since he was sitting in her room. But she couldn't do anything but watch the evening news for the confirming story.

Her violet eyes widened in horror at the distraught teen.

"Danny…" she whispered.

"It's my fault." His voice was blunt, clear. But there was still that ring of regret and horror in his tone.

"No Danny, it's not-"

"You. Don't. Understand," his hoarse voice cried, "it was my fault. If I had – if only I was better, if I wasn't wasting my time – I could've…" he trailed off, his voice completely leaving him.

"Danny, look at me," Sam fell on her knees in front of his frail form. She gently put a hand on his shoulder.

He stiffened, before lifting his heavy head to stare into her eyes. His glowing green eyes were lined with red. And with dark circles underlining each of them. Showing his sleepless nights and restless mornings to the world. His face looked aged, as if he had suddenly aged several years in one day, in one battle. She hated that expression he had. It didn't fit on his youthful face.

"Danny – what happened, wasn't your fault. None of it was. There was nothing that you could have done." She said gently, as if she was dealing with a toddler.

He swallowed a lump in his throat. He was bad. It was his fault. He was supposed to be the hero – someone that people could count on. He was evil, he wasn't a hero. How could he be? After what happened? No. Sam was wrong. She didn't know, she didn't understand. She was too naive. She was untainted by the horror he had seen. It was his entire fault. The guilt, the burden – the horror, was all him. He could have stopped it. He could have.

But he didn't.

"Say it Sam," he whispered, "tell me that I've gone...bad."

Sam's eyes widened, "I-" she was at loss for words. How can he even think that he was bad? How could he?

"Say it Sam. Tell me the truth." His voice was so small. So broken.

She stared in disbelief. How on earth did he think he was evil? How could he think that he was bad? How was it possible? After all the good that he's done – one mistake and he thinks he's turned into an evil mastermind.

"You, Danny Fenton – are not evil." She stated.

He didn't move, but only repeated his order.

"No, Danny. You aren't evil."

"Say it."

"No."

"Say it, now."

"I said no."

"Dammit Sam, SAY IT!"

"NO!"

They were both on their feet now. Faces inches away from one another. Dark, angry scowls on each of their faces.

"Why won't you say it?" he yelled in her face.

"Because it's not true!"

"How is it true? I let them die! I let them DIE, Sam! I let an innocent girl and her mother DIE." He screamed; his face twisted, contorted into an expression of silent pain.

"It wasn't your fault! It was a FIRE, Danny! You can't save everyone all the time..." she spoke quietly now. She didn't have the heart to yell at him anymore. Not when he was like this.

Danny stared into her eyes more. His heart pounding furiously with guilt. Regret. Horror. Sorrow. And slowly, his stance changed. He latched onto her, his head burrowing into her neck. Hot tears dripping down his handsome face, his brilliant white hair curling into her shoulder. He hung tight to her like a spider-monkey, his sobs racking through his entire body. Sam stroked his hair tenderly, murmuring soft words of encouragement in his ears.

She shifted their position on to the floor. He cried his heart out into her neck. She didn't care that he was ruining her shirt, or that he was crying. She knew that he needed this outlet for years – ever since the Accident. And, she knew that he was going to be okay. He needed this comfort. He's been locking his emotions away for too long, causing them to escape immediately into a wave of destruction. He was a broken bird, unable to fly.

But Sam knew that no matter how many times he was thrown to the wolves, he would come back. He would come back stronger.

He would always come back.

Made sense? I hope so :P Please review this! :D This IS my favourite band! :D

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