Hello, everyone! Mystery Critic here, back at you with a new Danny Phantom story. Now, I don't know if I'll be continuing God or Ghost, but if I do, it'll be because more people demand it. Instead, for now, I'm going to be focusing more on this one. This will be a Danny x Ember fic, and I have lots of ideas for this one. This story is going to take place a couple of months after the events of Phantom Planet. Everyone in the world knows Danny's identity, and he has become extremely famous. As I said last time, I will be continuing Mon Fleur when I have my own computer to update it on. I know any of my fans reading this are mentally strangling me right now, demanding me to continue. Alas, you shall have to wait, mes amies. Now, on to the other thingamabobs. I do not own Danny Phantom, nor any of the rights affiliated with it. That belongs to Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. Anywho, welcome to the first chapter of Chords of Passion!

Chapter 1

General P.O.V

As Danny flies over the skies of Amity Park, his heart is heavy and shattered. Sam Manson, his beautiful goth girlfriend, has broken his heart. As he flies over to the hill where they used to sit, he sits down after landing on the grass, the white rings of energy sliding over his body. He brings his knees to his chest and places his forehead on them, finally letting himself break down as sobs wrench throughout his body.

'Why would she do this?' He thinks, his sorrow cascading throughout his entire being. 'I thought she loved me...'

Flashback, Danny's P.O.V

I'm walking to Sam's house, flowers in hand. I even had let Jazz make me look like a gentleman for once. I walk up to the door and knock on it, expecting to see Sam, but only see Grandma Manson be the one who opens the door.

"Oh, Gramma Manson." I say, peering over her shoulder to try and look inside. "Is Sam ready yet? For once, I'm on time."

She looks down sadly and opens the door the rest of the way, turning her chair to the side to beckon me in. I see Sam's hair from over the edge of the couch, but also another head of jet black hair. 'Maybe Sam had a friend come over to help her get ready.' I think, walking up to them. When I walk around the couch, I see Sam with her arms around another goth, their hands in each others' hair as they make out. In that one instant, I break. My arms drop to the side as the flowers hit the floor, the small sound they make hitting the ground an atomic bomb in my ears. "Sam..."

She turns around quickly to see me, her eyes spreading wide as saucers. "Danny!" She squeaks, looking back at the goth and to me again. "What are you doing here?! You weren't supposed to be here until seven!"

"It IS seven, Samantha." Her grandmother said coldly, rolling up to us in her scooter. "I'm afraid you lost track of time with your friend there."

"Danny..." She says, looking back and forth, her arms up defensively. "This isn't what it looks like, I swear!"

"Don't lie to his face, Samantha." Grandma Manson snapped, gesturing to me. "That's just kicking him while he's already down! I thought I raised you better than this."

"Sam..." I say, everything I know flying out the window. "How could you?"

"I'm sorry, Danny…" She said, looking away. "I thought I liked you, but I guess it was just a fling."

"A fling?!" I snap, feeling the floodgates burst open, letting all of my anger out as tears flow freely down my cheeks. "You've been with me for a few months, and we've loved each other for even longer, and all you can say is it was a fling?!"

"Danny, calm down..." She said, backing away. "Your eyes are turning red..."

"Of course they're turning red! I'm fucking furious!" I yell, throwing my hands up in the air. I see her wrap her arms around the goth guy in fear, and my voice leaves me. 'She's grabbing the other guy for comfort...'

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I turn around to see Tucker looking up at me somberly. He turns me around to face me fully and wraps his arms around me, being the best friend I could always count on. He slowly starts to lead me away from the situation, and I hear Grandma Manson talking to Sam in the background; "I'm very disappointed in you, Samantha." She snaps. "I know I raised you better than this! You've loved that boy since you first saw him! What possible reason could you have for thinking it was just a fling?!"

"Don't yell at me!" She snaps back. "He's the one who's a bad kisser!"

I freeze in place as I hear her voice erupt in anger. "A bad kisser?! You broke the heart of the boy you love because he's a bad kisser?!"

"Wait, that didn't come out right!" She says nervously. "It wasn't entirely because he was a bad kisser, it's just that it made me realize I didn't really love him. He doesn't understand me, Nana! He's just a normal guy, and I'm a goth! He doesn't understand what it's like!"

Tucker turns around and prepares his onslaught of anger. "He may not understand what it's like to be a goth, but you have no idea what it's like to be him!" He snaps, walking up to her and pushing his finger in her face. "I've held my tongue long enough tonight for Danny's sake, but you just crossed the line! You have no idea the burden he shoulders! He may have been able to handle it for just Amity Park, but now he has to rescue people across the entire globe! The entire world looks up to him, and I can't possibly think of a heavier burden, Sam! On top of that, since everyone knows his secret, he's constantly hounded by the paparazzi, he can't leave the house without being assaulted by either fans or jealous people, and he hasn't had any sleep in weeks! If it wasn't for his ghost half developing further and him being able to go nonstop, he would be dead by now! You have no idea what he's been through in the past few weeks! He was only even able to come here because he's stopped crimes, saved people, and taken down terrorist cells for the last month and a half, Sam! Danny's a hero, and this is the first time he's gotten some time for you in a long time, and it's ruined by him coming to you to see you swapping spit with another guy?! If you knew he was coming, why did you invite mascara dude over, or tell him you had to cancel?!"

"I… I thought he just didn't want to spend time with me anymore… I didn't know it was so extensive..." She says, tears flowing down her cheeks. "I thought he just didn't like me anymore..."

"I thought you said it was because he was a bad kisser!" Tucker says, mocking her earlier excuse.

"Well, he is a bad kisser! I thought if he didn't want to spend time with me, and if he sucks at kissing, why not find someone else?!" She snaps, getting angrier. "Why do I have to excuse myself?! C'mon, Damien! Let's get out of here."

She stands up and grabs his hand, but he pulls his out of hers. "No way. That was low, Sam. If I had known I was a replacement for someone, I would never had said yes. You should be a cheerleader with that kind of attitude." He says with disgust, walking towards me. He places his hand on my shoulder and looks at me apologetically. "I am so sorry, man. I swear, I didn't know. She told me you guys had broken up ages ago. You have my most sincere apologies, and my most sincere condolences."

I nod somberly, not bothering to look up at him. He walks out of the house, and Tucker walks up to me to lead me out of the house again, but stops to turn back to Sam. "I thought you were better than this, Sam. Maybe you should be using your money to hang with the popular kids. You act just like them. Lose our numbers, Sam. I don't want to hear from you again, and I doubt Danny does." He says, turning back around. "Come on, buddy. Let's get you home."

I nod again, and he leads me out of her house and to the limo he drove us over. He slides me into the backseat, and he slides in next to me. "Take us to Fenton Works." He says to the driver. He nods and the limo pulls away, his arms wrapped around me. "You'll be home soon, Danny. We'll get you in bed, and you can get some sleep."

I nod without argument, and after a few minutes, we pull up to my house. The door opens a moment later and I step out, dozens of cheering girls in front of the door. "Everyone leave, now! The police will be here in two minutes, and everyone who is not gone will be arrested!" Tucker yells. I shake my head and turn intangible, floating up above the fans and through the wall of the house. Tucker opens the door a moment later, and closes it behind him. "C'mon, Danny. Let's get you upstairs."

Jazz's voice travels down the stairs as she comes into view. "Danny, what are you doing home so early? Did Sam have to canc-" Upon seeing my face, she bounds down the stairs and up to me, placing her hands on my shoulders and staring into my eyes. "Danny, what happened? Are you okay?!"

"Danny walked in on Sam kissing another guy..." Tucker says, letting go of my shoulder. "He hasn't said a word since we left."

"Mom, Dad, get up here!" Jazz yells, tears forming in her eyes. "Danny needs us!"

My parents come bursting through the basement door, and instantly rush to my side. "Jazz, what is it?" Mom says, turning my face to examine it. "What happened? Why has Danny been crying? Did something happen to Sam?!"

"No, Mrs. Fenton." Tucker said, gesturing for everyone to sit down. "Sam's physical being is fine. It's what she did to Danny that's the problem."

As everyone sits down, Tucker starts explaining what happened, his photographic memory not leaving a single detail out. As tucker keeps explaining, Jazz and mom wrap their arms tighter around me, and dad looks like he's about to punch something. After he's done, mom and Jazz are comforting me, stroking my hair and not letting me out of their arms.

"Danny, these things will happen." Dad says, placing his hand on mine. "I know it hurts, but it will pass. Your mom wasn't the first one I went out with, but she was the last. You'll find that someone, and when you do, they'll never let you down. There will be fights, sometimes even threats of leaving. If they're worth it, though; that one person is the person who will stay, no matter how ugly things get. They'll stay with you through thick and thin. That's the one who you want, the one that takes you for you, no matter how messed up you may think you are."

I nod and slip out, heading up the stairs, trying to leave this all behind. I close the door to my room behind me and lay down, shutting my eyes. After a few minutes, I open them back up, unable to relax enough to sleep. I sit up and sigh heavily before standing up and letting the rings of energy envelop my body. I turn intangible and fly out the window, not knowing where I'm going.

Flashback end, Danny's P.O.V

I look up as the last sliver of sunlight sets over the skyline of Amity Park. I sigh heavily, tears still flowing down my cheeks. I lay my head back down on my knees and close my eyes. My ghost sense goes off as I hear the soft swish of grass as someone sits next to me.

"Hey, Baby Pop."

MWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! Yet another cliffhanger from the dark cliffhanger overlord! Bow down and suffer at my feet! Anywho, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I'm going to write another one right now! I really like this one, and I haven't decided whether I'm going to take the other one down or not. Also, sorry for making Sam such a bitch, but it's just how she is in this story. I actually really like Sam's character, but it's just how I'm making her in this one. If you don't like it, don't read, but this will be strictly Ember x Danny. See you guys next time. This is Mystery Critic, signing off.