A/N- This is was originally a oneshot by sundaysundaes, and she has let me expand it. I'm not sure if there will be a happier pairing (depends on if enough people request it or not). This may be bumped up to an M, btu it will not be graphic discriptions. There will be angst, hurt, and torture involved, including rape. It's gonna be tpough. Maybe in the sequel there will be more romance. :) Hope you enjoy. Chapter two is all my work.

The reason it's called Almost is because I was listening to Almost by Bowling for Soup. It's lyrics that effect me; I almost had you, but i guess that doesn't cut it...

Danny struggled against the glowing chains that circled his wrists and ankles, grunting and spluttering as his attempts ended just like they had before: in failure. He couldn't remember what had happened, just that he'd been flying home when a sharp hit to his head made the world spin black. Next thing he knew, he was strapped to the wall of a darkened room, mercifully still in his ghost form.

But it had to be someone who knew about ghost weapons, Danny decided, tugging at the glowing chains one last time before giving up. They would need a way to ensure that he wouldn't use his powers to escape. Suddenly, the light flickered on, blinding him. Muttering several curses under his breath, he squinted into the brightness.

Eyes still not having adjusted properly, the room was a pink blur with a lean shadow standing by what he assumed was the entrance. He stood up straighter, thanking heavens that the chains allowed him the liberty of that, growling at the figure with unhidden malice. "Who are you?"

A very familiar, feminine giggle answered his question. "Oh," she breathed, "you're even more beautiful up close."

Danny'd heard that voice before, he knew it from somewhere. Scrunching his eyebrows, blinking the last bit of stars from his eyes, he was able to focus on her slim frame.

He gasped, disbelieving his eyes. The caramel skin, the dark hair, the high cheekbones, curvaceous hips... It wasn't possible. Not her, not in a million—

"Pau—Paulina?" She smiled brightly, hips swinging to and fro as she walked closer to him. "I just knew you knew my name," she whispered. "We're meant to be together, after all."

Shaking his head at the initial shock, Danny started to smile. It was just Paulina. It wasn't Vlad, who would torture him to different degrees of pain. It wasn't his parents, who would poke and prod him until he revealed the truth. It wasn't even Skulker, who would rant continuously about finally having captured him, giving Danny ample time to escape. He sighed in relief. It was just Paulina.

"Listen," he started, "I kind of have to go. So if you would just untie me, I'll be on my merry wa—"

"You're not going anywhere," Paulina quickly interrupted, stepping closer so that she was only an arm's length away. "You're going to stay here with me. Forever."

"That's not a very good idea," Danny said, scowling. "I have things to do. I can't stay with you."

"But I love you," Paulina mumbled, chocolate eyes swimming with tears. "Don't you love me, too?"

"I—uh—well..." No! "It's not that I don't— I mean, I already have— Listen, Paulina, you should really let me g—"

"No!" she shouted, fist curling. "I finally have you. I'm never going to let you go. You're going to be mine and mine alone." Seething, she stormed towards Danny and firmly planted her lips on his.

Blinking, completely caught off guard, he pushed her away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, "What did you do that for?" he asked angrily, green eyes wide and glowing.

Paulina was ignoring him, her fingers placed lightly on her lips. "You taste like ice," she murmured. "I like ice." An eyebrow kicked up. Okay, Paulina was officially way loonier than he had previously thought. Looking away from her swirling eyes—which were really starting to creep him out—his gaze wondered around the room. Immediately, his eyes bugged from his head and his stomach dropped.

He was—he was—in a... a...

Nursery?

Decorating every single corner of the room was pink—pink upon piles of pink. Giant (pink) teddy bears, probably larger than he was, littered the floor. A (pink) dresser overflowed with (pink) clothes and costumes, strange and sick parodies of a child's dress-up time. There was even a ginormous (pink) crib in the middle of the room, overflowing with different stuffed animals and fabrics—all, of course, pink.

Fear started to creep around his heart as he looked back up at Paulina, who was watching him with an unreadable smile on her face.

"Do you like it?" she asked quietly, her eyes jumping to his face to the room and back. The twisted smile never subsided. "I made all of this for us."

Danny gulped, taking another fearful glance around the room. It suddenly struck him that Paulina was really never going to let him go. "Please," he whispered. "I don't want to be here."

Paulina twisted her head to the side, uncomprehending his pleading. "You're going to stay here with me," she repeated simply. "We're going to live our happily ever after. You are my Prince Charming." She smiled wider and leaned in for another kiss.

Danny twisted away from her, pushing his head back so that it would not be within range of her lips. "Paulina," he snapped, "I'm dead, you're alive. It could never work out between the two of us. Let me go!" "Simple details," she sighed, a dreamy look crossing her face. "You're mine now."

He squirmed away from her as she touched his cheek. "I'm my own person," Danny growled, snapping her hand away from him. "I don't want to hurt you. I'm going to ask one last time, let me go."

Paulina pouted, half-angry that he should be acting the way he was. As the idea struck, she brightened and reached inside the swell of her blouse, gingerly shoving her hand inside it.

Danny immediately paled. "Wha... What are you doing?" he shrieked crazily. This couldn't be good.

She smiled at him and pulled her hand out, which was now holding a small ecto-gun. "Perfect place to hide stuff, huh?" she asked casually, completely missing the way Danny's face had yet to regain its color. She pointed the gun at his mop of white hair. "Now, do you still want to leave?"

His eyes flickered to the gun and then to her face erratically. She wasn't going to let him go. She was going to keep him prisoner—forever. As the realization finally started to settle in his mind, his eyes started to water and a tear traveled down his cheek.

Danny had always thought he was going to meet his end at the hand of some powerful ghost, or maybe even his parents. Never, not a million years, would he have thought that he would waste his life away who-knows-where at the hands of Paulina. It almost wanted to make him smile, if the actual predicament weren't so tragic.

I'm going to die here.

Shaking his head, another tear falling out of his eyes, he looked back up at her."No," he sobbed, finally answering her question, "I don't want to leave anymore."

Paulina squealed and launched herself at him, arms hooking around his neck as she attacked his lips.

Danny couldn't even protest properly—no matter how many times he flicked her away from him or told her to stay away—as she started to take off his gloves and boots. He didn't want to do this. Not with her. Paulina smiled and reached pull his shirt over his head. "I love you."

"... And so, the search for missing sixteen-year-old Daniel Fenton rages on. If you have any idea about his whereabouts, please contact the police department immediately. His family and friends all beg for his safe return home. It is still unclear if perhaps his disappearance may be ghost related, considering his parent's profession.

"In other news, Danny Phantom—the infamous ghost boy of our town—has yet to be spotted anywhere. Some speculate that his strange absence may be linked to that of Daniel Fen—"

Paulina flickered off the television, sighing as she stood up. Calling to her parents behind her that she was going out, she grabbed her coat and raced for her pink convertible. She smiled when she was on the highway, knowing she was only a few more minutes away from being with her soul mate.

He had stayed like a good little ghost, complying with all her whims just because he loved her. Ah, love.

Her eyes shadowed for a second as she sighed again, more contentedly than before. She finally had him and now she was never going to let him go. Even when he begged to be let go and stared at her with tears in his eyes, she knew that it was better this way. He had a better life with her anyway.

She pulled into the driveway of her summer beach house, a smile breaking her face in two. Once she was past the front door, she walked towards the basement and pulled the key from her back pocket, feeling satisfied when the bolt connected. She walked down the stairs and opened the second door.

Immediately, the sight of him, shirtless, sitting on the floor with his hair dancing in front of his vibrant eyes, had her smiling brighter than ever.

Danny looked up from his curled position, watching with horror as Paulina walked across the room to him.

"It's Saturday again, dumpling," she called to him, smiling. "You know what that means."

The tears overflowed from his eyes as he shook his head. "No," Danny whispered, though he doubted she'd heard him. "No."

Paulina crouched in front of him and touched his wiry chest muscles, gently placing her lips on his, ignoring (like she usually did) the tears that swam into her mouth and made him taste salty.

When she pulled away, the tears still hadn't stopped their constant torrent.

"Please," Danny croaked, "I want to go home."

"This is your home now."