A/N: All right. Sad fic. Well, I think it's sad.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.

Danny and Sam clung to each other in the midst of the burning school, terrified. Danny's powers had slowly deserted him as he was driven to the state of exhaustion trying to protect the other students (Skulker had set fire to the school in their most recent fight). Sam had demanded he take her last – always protecting others.

"Ugh," Danny moaned, swiping at his brow. "Okay…come on, Sam. Hold onto me. Tighter." Don't let go of me.

Sam nodded and wrapped her arms around Danny so that he could lift her out easily.

"All right," the halfa said, fatigue plain in his voice as he wrapped his own arms around her. "On the count of three. One…two…"

Suddenly the ceiling started to collapse downwards. Sam screamed. Danny shut his eyes and concentrated as hard as he could, making the two of the intangible. The debris passed right through them, and Danny flew them up a bit and then allowed the intangibility to dissipate. That was close. Too close.

Danny quickly rose higher into the air, faltering slightly when they finally passed out of the burning building and into the open air.

The halfa suddenly felt light-headed – so much oxygen after being in the smoke for a while, I think – and his grip on Sam slackened slightly. Sam tried to cling to him tighter, but she had blisters on her hands from where she had tried to escape through the doors earlier. She hadn't told Danny. She didn't tell me.

Skulker reappeared and shot a rocket at Danny. The halfa's eyes widened and he tried to deflect the missile with a shield, and when that failed, he tried to fly away. He moved just enough that the rocket exploded right in front of the two teens.

Danny's already weak grasp on Sam loosened even more as he was thrown back, and Sam couldn't hold onto him anymore. She couldn't stop herself from letting go. She couldn't even bring herself to scream as she started to fall.

A second missile trailing in the smoke of the first hit Danny and threw him to the ground in front of Tucker, Jazz, his parents, the rest of the school, and the few firefighters that were trying to put out the ghostly flames. They all watched in horror as Sam fell.

"SAM!" Danny screamed, trying to fly back up to her. He couldn't even make it off the ground. He had just enough strength to stay in ghost form and watch as his best friend, the girl he was secretly in love with, fell to her death. "SAM! NO!"

Skulker had vanished, but Danny didn't care. He only cared for the spot where Sam had fallen back into the building. The halfa started moving towards the school, but Tucker and Jazz moved to restrain him.

"You can't go back in there, Danny!" Jazz said, tears trailing down her face. "It's unsafe, and you can barely use any of your powers!"

"Let! Me! GO!" Danny shouted, struggling.

"It's too late, Danny. It's too late to save her," said Tucker, his voice breaking and his eyes suspiciously shiny. "She's gone. Sam's dea—"

"SHE – IS – NOT – DEAD!" Danny screamed, fighting harder even as tears fell from his eyes and he shook from exhaustion. "SAM!" If he'd had any energy, his Ghostly Wail would have destroyed several buildings.

Tucker forcefully turned him around to face him, taking Danny's shoulders in his hands and shaking the halfa.

"She's gone," he said.

"Don't you say that!" Danny said viciously. "Don't say that! She's still there – we can save her –" I can still save her!

"She's gone," Tucker repeated.

"No," Danny said, barely struggling anymore. Impossible. It's impossible for her to be gone.

"She's gone, Danny," Tucker said, his voice breaking again. "Sam's gone."

"She can't be gone," Danny said despairingly, staring into Tucker's eyes. He fell to his knees, taking the techno-geek with him. The halfa buried his face into Tucker's shoulder, his body wracking with sobs. Tucker pulled him the rest of the way into a hug, Jazz joining them.

"She's gone," the techno-geek kept repeating dully. "She's gone. Sam's gone. She's dead."

I couldn't save her.

A/N: If you'll notice, Danny's thoughts are kind of a mix of present and past. I dunno. I can change it if y'all don't like it. Danny's reaction to Sam's death is kind of a mix of Harry Potter's when Sirius died and Scott Summers when Jean Grey (Gray?) died. Also, I sort of imagined Kate Barlow from the movie Holes when her Sam died, the way that she screamed his name and then just kind of whimpered it.

Anyway. Hope you liked it...I honestly don't know what made me write this. Oh, wait. That song that I don't know the name of. Right! A couple of the lyrics were something along the lines of "And they should try to hold on/Best they can/He hasn't dropped them/Forgot them/It's just too heavy for Superman to lift". That's also where the name of the fic came from. If anyone knows the name of that song, could you tell me? Then I can change the title, too. And give credit for the lyrics, which I don't own, in case you were wondering O Almighty Lawyers!