Author's Note: Well readers, this is the final chapter. I had a blast writing this and I'm glad that so many of you have responded positively. Thanks for reading and reviewing. I have another Danny Phantom story coming up so be on the look-out for that. In the meantime, enjoy this last chapter and please let me know what you think in the reviews section.

Back at my house, the six of us sat around the kitchen table talking.

After we had been talking for about an hour, I finally worked up the courage to ask my parents the question I'd been wondering all night.

"So, how did it feel to fight alongside the person you thought you hated?" I asked.

My dad gave a nervous laugh. "It was still a little strange, but you know, I know it's you."

I looked at my mom.

She had fallen silent.

"Mom?" I asked.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to keep these powers. How many times have we come close to losing you?" She asked, looking at me.

I shrugged.

"Quite a lot, Mrs. Fenton." Tucker said.

Sam elbowed him and gave him a look.

"Sorry..." He mumbled.

"What Tucker means," I started. "Is-"

"That Danny's got a good head on his shoulders, and when he knows that he can't handle something, he gets the help he needs." Sam said.

My mom raised an eyebrow. "You two help him out?"

"As much as we can." Sam replied.

I looked at her and mouthed, 'Thank you.'

She glanced at me and gave me a wink.

"And besides," I said, turning my eyes back to my parents. "I've made some allies with different ghosts."

"Really?" My dad raised an eyebrow. "There are other...I don't know what to call them, good ghosts?"

I laughed. "Allies are what I call them, and yes there are."

"Can we have names?" My mom asked.

"Umm..." I glanced at my friends.

"How about we do the enemies instead? They're easier to remember." Tucker suggested.

I laughed and added. "And there's more of them."

"Ok, start with the enemies." My dad laughed.

"Well of course you know Vlad." I said.

My dad's face darkened, and his eyes narrowed.

I turned to my sister. "Do you remember that singer you liked so much, Ember McClain?"

My sister nodded. "Yeah, she was awesome."

"Yeah, sorry. Not to burst your bubble or anything, but she was a ghost too." I said.

"Dang." She replied. "I really liked her music."

Tucker laughed. "I did too."

"Tell them about Skulker." Sam nudged me.

"Oh yeah," I said turning back to my parents. "There's this hunter who's been after me for quite some time now. He's the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter."

"By human standards, is he any good?" My mom asked.

"At hunting...I guess. But as far as catching his prey, not really." I said.

"Ooh, have you told them about Klemper yet?" Tucker asked.

I laughed and put a hand to my forehead. "No, I haven't. Why don't you tell them?"

Tucker had my sister and my parents attention as he told them how I was trying to map out the Ghost Zone and Klemper kept begging me to be his friend.

He told the story with such animation and liveliness, he drew everybody into the story.

I reached for Sam's hand under the table.

She turned to me and I winked.

"Thanks for not giving up on me." I whispered. "When I was under Freakshow's control, I didn't think that I could fight him."

"You're strong, Danny." She said. "You would have found a way."

I squeezed her hand. "Maybe so. But it was your words that brought me. It was your words that reminded me that I didn't have to surrender."

Sam gave me a small smile.

"So thank you. For not giving up on me tonight…and these past few weeks." I looked to the ground, then back at her. "I know that I was horrible to you and Tucker sometimes. I didn't mean any of it."

She squeezed my hand back. "It's ok. It really wasn't you talking, was it?"

I shook my head. "Not really. It was more the depression than anything."

She smiled. "But you're back now. Your parents acceptance pulled you out."

"Not just that. But knowing that you weren't going to leave me, regardless of how bad everything got...well, that really helped me, Sam." I glanced back at my parents and my sister who were still riveted by Tucker's story.

I stood up and motioned for Sam to follow me.

My parents eyes watched the two of us exit the room and as we started toward the stairs, I heard a break in conversation.

"Remember, Danny." My dad called. "The hero always gets the girl."

I felt myself blush and I saw the same expression on Sam's face.

Downstairs my family and Tucker laughed and I led Sam the rest of the way up the stairs.

When we got into my bedroom, I took her hand. "I think that I'm really starting to like you, Sam Manson."

"Starting?" She asked, grinning.

I laughed. "Ok, I've always liked you."

Her gaze flashed to the floor, then back at me. Her beautiful eyes were framed by dark eyelashes.

I put my hand on the side of her face. "But never like this."

She pulled my closer and our lips met.

When I pulled away, I rested my head against her forehead.

"I think I'm starting to like you too, Danny Fenton." She said.

I laughed. "Good."

"Tucker will never let us hear the end of this." She said.

"Yeah, but who cares right now?" I asked, my lips meeting hers again.

She pulled away this time. "Danny, I have to get home. It's midnight. My parents are going to freak."

"My parents are already freaked out enough by my ghost powers. I don't think being out late is going to freak them out." I laughed.

She raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"Come on, I'll fly you home." I said, changing into Danny Phantom.

She placed her hand over the D on my chest. "That sounds perfect."

I lifted her into my arms and dove out my bedroom window.

On the way to her house, seeing the destruction all over the city still broke my heart.

But having Sam wrap her arms around my neck soothed me. I didn't feel the need to get revenge on whoever had done this to my town.

Right now, all I cared about was having Sam in my arms.

I said goodnight to her on her balcony and I kissed her goodbye, promising that I'd see her tomorrow.

When I got into bed that night, nothing was scary any longer. I didn't wish for this to be the last night I was alive.

I no longer wished that I was normal. My parents accepted both sides of who I am.

And now, my best friend turned girlfriend, was waiting to see me tomorrow.

I went to sleep with a smile on my face for the first time in weeks.

Yeah, I was pretty sure that everything was going to be all right.