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DP Ch 16

“A marriage certificate?” Sam exhaled as she scanned the page. She put it aside as she doubled her speed getting dressed. “How?”

“I found out dad's a Priest,” Danny informed his bride-to-be as he tied his shoelaces. “Dad spilled the beans about him being an ordained Priest when we were talking in the lab yesterday while you were helping out mom. I think he was suppose to be giving me the usual fatherly advice on me turning eighteen but I sorta tricked him into demonstrating what he'd have to do to marry two people.” Danny pointed to the paper again as he stood from the bed. “That's the result and he told me all we have to do is show that down at the Marriage Bureau and we could legally get married.”

Sam glanced from the paper to Danny as a wicked smile arose on her face. “Well, what are we waiting for?” She grabbed Danny's arm and dragged him out of the room and down the stairs to the waiting threesome.

“What's the rush little brother?” Jazz giggled at her inaccurate nickname for Danny as she stood from the couch, having just gotten dressed.

“Danny and I are getting married,” Sam stated as a matter of fact as she and her beau headed out the front door, “and we need to be downtown in less than half an hour!”

“We'll take my car,” Jazz enthused as she raced to the front door, followed by the freshly dressed Tucker and Valerie. They all piled in to Jazz' ecologically-friendly, electric/gas engine car. Sam sat on Danny's lap in the back seat with Tuck beside them while Val got into the passenger's side front seat. Jazz got behind the wheel and turned on the ignition. No sound came from the engine until she floored the accelerator pedal and the gas engine kicked in.

“How are you two gonna get married?” Tuck asked the couple sitting next to him in the back seat.

“We already have the filled out marriage certificate,” Danny said as Sam held out the form for Tucker to read, “so we just need to get to the Marriage Bureau before it closes.”

Tucker scanned the document for a second before his eye’s widened in concern. “But Sam, you’re not eighteen yet so need your parent’s signature on this thing to make it legal!”

Sam swiftly read the paper again. “Shoot, Tucker’s right.” She quickly glanced around the back seat looking for something. “I need a pen somebody.”

“Glove box,” Jazz grunted to Valerie as she continued to focus on the road.

Val opened the tiny glove compartment and saw it was neatly stuffed to the brim with maps and such. “Where?” She started to pull out the contents of the compartment and dumped them on the front floor.

“The little black box,” Jazz said without looking as she turned a corner and headed into the downtown area.

“This thing?” Val queried as she held up a small plastic container that was six inches wide by four inch high and two inches thick. She opened the black box and gazed at the precisely arranged assortment of pens, pencils and erasers along with a small stapler and box of paperclips and ruler. They were all nested and held in place in form padding. “Here!“ Val grabbed one of the pens and held it up for Sam to take.

“Thanks,” Sam grunted and clicked the retractable pen open. She quickly scrawled something on the document with an almost evil chuckle and grin. “I’ve been signing my parents names to my report cards and school excuses for years now.” She handed the pen back to Valerie and turned to her husband-to-be. “Here Danny,” she handed to paper to Danny and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Sam closed her eyes and a glowing white ring appeared at her feet. It swiftly traversed her body and she changed into Sammy Phantom. “I have something to do first. I’ll meet you there.” She swiftly went intangible and flew out of the car.

“Where’s she going?” Tuck yelped.

“I think I know,” Danny chuckled as he sat back and relaxed, his arms crossed behind his head. “I think Sam went to get someone as a witness.”
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Danny was paying the clerk behind the counter when Sam entered the office and held the door open. “I’m here,” she chimed happily as her grandmother entered the office on her motorized wheelchair, “and so is my Nana.”

“I thought that’s who you left for,” Danny chuckled as he met Sam half way from the door and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. He turned in Sam’s embrace to the elderly Manson. “It’s great to have you at our wedding Nana Manson.”

“Well,” the old woman chuckled and winked slyly at Danny, “you two invited me last night in our dream on the beach.”

“That we did,” Danny laughed back.

“Wait,” Sam choked in shock as she turned to the man in her arms, “you had the beach dream last night too?”

“Yes I did Sam,” Danny said softly and gave her another brief kiss. “I guess we have a psychic connection cause I had the same dream as you did. I was gonna tell you on our way home from the beach but you kinda distracted me and,” his face darkened a bit, “it’s just too bad your Papya can’t be here to witness the ceremony.”

“As he said in the dream,” Nana interrupted the two lovebirds, “he’s watching over you two right now so he won’t miss a thing.”

“If that’s the case,” Danny brightened to the two Manson women, “let’s get this party started.”

“Just one second,“ Nana stated as she rolled over to the counter and snatched the form out of the clerks hands. “Let’s make this official.” She got a pen off the counter and signed her name below Sam’s fake signature of her parents. She handed the document back to the clerk and turned to Sam and Danny. “Now Jeremy can’t deny he signed that thing. If he does, I’ll ground him for a year after I swear in a court of law that I witnessed his signature.”

The six laughed at that and followed the clerk into the office of the Justice of the Peace.

Fifteen minutes later the group exited the office all smiling brightly.

“How did you get your grandmother here so quickly Sam?” Valerie asked the raven-haired woman firmly wrapped in her new husband’s embrace.

“Sam’s really strong,” Danny chuckled and playfully squeezed Sam‘s bicep a few times, “but it helps a lot when things don’t weight an ounce when they’re intangible.”

“And that means you two can take me for a ride more often,” Nana chimed in with a wink to the couple. “I haven’t had such a rush since I rode with the Hell’s Angels back in fifty-seven.”

The six exited the city office building and went next door to the city parking lot where Jazz‘ car was parked. “We’d be happy to Nana,” Sam chirped. “Especially since you gave Danny and me our wedding rings.”

“Well, Papya and me don’t need them anymore,” Ida Manson smiled to her granddaughter and patted Sam‘s hand which had a gold band on her ring finger, “so I always thought they’d best be used by you and whoever you marry. Consider it my wedding present to you and the Ghost Boy.“

“Does that make me the Ghost Girl?” Sam asked with a giggle as she and Danny looked around the now almost vacant parking lot before they turned ghost. Seeing no one around, Sam and Danny went intangible and made Nana intangible too.

“We’ll see you back at the house,” Danny called to the three at the car as he, Sam and Nana flew off.

“Well, that was interesting,” Tucker Foley joked as he got into the back seat of the car. “Does this mean I’m gonna be an uncle in nine months?”

“I most certainly hope not,” Jazz groaned as she turned the ignition on and slowly, quietly motored onto the street and home. “I’m too young to be an aunt.”

“Oooooh,” Valerie squealed in delight, “that means I might be an aunt soon! I likey!”
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Danny and Sammy Phantom set the motorized chair and their grandmother down in the kitchen of the Manson mansion. “There you go Nana,” Danny chuckled as they materialized and Danny changed back to his human form. “I hope you don’t mind that we took the scenic route home from downtown.”

“Not at all,” Nana Manson whooped and shot a fist in the air. “As I said before, I don’t get that kind of excitement much now-a-days.” She grabbed Danny’s arm and pulled him close to confide, “And I expect a kid or three from you two within the next year. I’m not getting any younger and I want to spend a little time with my great-grandchildren.”

“Nana,” Sammy Phantom warned as she changed back to her clothed Sam Manson form. “Danny’s mother keeps reminding me she’s too young to be a grandmother and I think I’m too young to be a mother just yet, also.”

“We certainly hope you feel that way,” the three heard from the doorway. Danny, Sam and Nana turned to see Mr. and Mrs. Manson standing there. “I’m certainly too young and beautiful to be a grandmother and you two are too young to even think about getting married.”

“You’re too late with that wish,” Nana laughed and held out the marriage certificate for her son and daughter-in-law to peruse. “These two kids are married now and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Jeremy Manson snatched the paper from his mother’s hand and quickly scanned it. “Oh yes there is,” he said forcefully as he pulled out his cell phone. “I can get this annulled and be done with the whole matter before you can say Jack Robinson.”

“You will not,” Nana hissed and pushed a button on the handlebars of her scooter. Jeremy’s cell phone suddenly went dead. She watched her son’s face turn from anger to bewilderment. “I just cut off all transmissions within a fifty foot radius of my chair.” She snatched the cell phone from his hand and tossed it across the room where it landed in the kitchen sink. “You know I don’t go for all this newfangled technology so I had a signal dampener installed in my set ‘o wheels. People can be so rude talking to somebody else on those contraptions when their standing right in front to you.”

“I can still get the marriage annulled,” Jeremy said as he walked over to the regular phone sitting on the counter. “I’ll just use this phone.”

“No you won’t, Jeremy!” Nana said loudly and pointed to a kitchen chair at the table. “You two will sit down and listen for a change!”

Ida and Jeremy Manson faced off in a staring contest, neither giving an inch until Pamela Manson took her husband’s arm and spoke up. “Dear, let’s hear your mother and the children out.”

She firmly led her disgruntled husband to sit at the kitchen table and took a seat beside him. Danny and Sam sat down opposite them and Nana rolled into her usual spot at the table where there was no chair.

Jeremy let out a big breath, calming himself slightly before he turned to his daughter. “Why Samantha? Why did you and this Fenton kid go out and do something stupid like…”

He was soundly cut off by a raging Sam Manson. “His name is Danny and it wasn’t stupid for us to go out and get married! I love him daddy!”

“But you’re too young to know what love is,” Pamela stated firmly.

“I know exactly what love is,” Sam shot back, clasping her husband‘s hand to her bosom. “But I certainly didn’t learn about it here in this house.”

“Sam,” Nana warned with a low, stern voice.

“I’m sorry Nana,” Sam quickly apologized to her grandmother before turning on her parents, “but mom and dad have never shown me any love or support. They’ve tried to mold me into something they want instead of letting me grow and develop into my own self. They’ve tried, at every occasion, to change me into something I’m not and never could be. Danny on the other hand,” she turned to face the love of her life and showed it in her loving, wanting gaze, “Danny has accepted me with all my quirks and faults and has supported me since we first met. I think that’s what love is.”

“Okay, okay,” Jeremy ceded as he tried to understand his daughter’s feelings. “You and Daniel may be in love, but that doesn’t mean you’re old enough to understand the commitment and sacrifices that entails marriage.”

“Commitment and sacrifice?” Nana questioned her son in chuckling amusement. “I say Danny here knows more about commitment and sacrifice than you’ll ever experience. He, along with your daughter and their friends, have sacrificed their own safety and free time over the last four years to keep this town safe.” She let out with a derisive, cackling laugh before she continued. “You’re as blind as a bat if you didn’t realize he’s the Ghost Kid, Danny Phantom.”

“Nana!” Sam screeched in astonishment for her grandmother to let out Danny’s secret. “That was suppose to be our little secret!”

“Come on Bubulah,” Nana laughed and patted her granddaughter’s hand matronly. “Danny Phantom is a hero in Amity Park and the only ones we need to keep the secret from are the bad Ghosts. The people in this community need to know that the Fentons are protecting them from ghostly harm.” She turned to Danny with a wink. “At least some of the Fentons are keeping the community safe, eh, Daniel?”

“Dad may have his faults,” Danny laughed, “but he did come up with the technology to catch ghosts and send them back to the Ghost Zone.”

“That may be true,” Jeremy Manson huffed and gained power in his voice as he rose from his seat to lean on the table to tower over a seated Danny and Sam, “but it’s that same technology that lets the ghost through into our world. If it wasn’t for the Ghost Portal, we wouldn’t be plagued by ghosts in the first place.”

“That’s where you’re wrong Jeremy,” Pamela finally spoke up quietly, demurely from her seat.

“What?” Jeremy bellowed and turned on his wife. “What are you talking about Pam?”

“Sit down, shut up and listen,” Mrs. Manson said firmly as she grabbed her husband’s arm and pulled him roughly back into his chair. “I’ve done quite a bit of research over the last few years and found out there are many ways for ghosts to move from the Ghost Zone into our World. The Ghost Portal only accounts for less than half of the crossovers. There are rips and tears between the two worlds everywhere that they can get through.”

“And Sam and I send them back to their Zone whenever that happens,” Danny stated proudly as he stood up, raised his fists above his head and changed into Danny Phantom.

“What,” Sam giggled at her husband, “no Battle Cry?”

“You’re right,” Danny laughed along with his new wife. “The Battle Cry is kinda corny but I’ll still use it in the heat of the moment.”

“What?” Jeremy Manson said in total shock at the change in his new son-in-law, a shaky finger pointing at the laughing, spectral image before him. “You’re the Ghost Boy?”

“As if you couldn’t figure that one out,” Pamela huffed in distain at her husband’s ignorance. “I figured it out a few years ago,” she turned to the Ghost Boy and smiled, “and your mother and I talk about your exploits often.”

“Yeah,” Danny laughed anxiously and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head with a hand. “Mom just told me she’s know since the accident during our freshman year.”

“And there’s something else you two should know,” Sam said as she stood up next to Danny and wrapped her arms around one of his. “I love Danny enough that I took steps this afternoon for us to be able to fight ghosts together for the rest of our lives.” A white shimmering ring appeared above her head and descended down her body, changing Sam Manson into Sammy Phantom. She gave Danny a quick peck on the lips and turned to her parents. “I made it so Danny isn’t the only one who’s half ghost and half human.”

“You’re a Halfa also?” Jeremy howled in disbelief and almost fainted then and there.

“And you should know,” Ida growled at her son, “that the term Halfa is a derogatory term that was coined in South Africa. It’s meant to put down the mixed breed children of black and white parents there and you will not use that word in this house. This isn‘t the 18th century, Jeremy. Get real, move into the 21st century and live with it.”

“This is all too much to comprehend,” Jeremy said and stood on shaky legs. “I think I’ll go upstairs and lie down for a bit.” He exited the room and proceeded up to his bedroom.

“Don’t you worry kids,” Pamela Manson kindly cooed to the newlywed couple. “It’ll take Jeremy a few weeks to get over the news but he’ll eventually come around.” She stroked Danny’s cheek lovingly with the fingers of one hand. “You may not know it but some of the people in this town appreciate your being here and, even though I haven’t said it before, I’m one of them. I’ve learned from my mistakes over the years and I’m proud of you Danny and happy to call you my son-in-law.” She wistfully glanced around the kitchen. “You two can live here in the mansion or at your house Danny until you find a place of your own.”

“We haven’t thought about that mom,” Sammy said in admiration of the woman before her. A new appreciation of her mother had hit Sam for the way she stood up to her husband and tried to set things right. “But what if dad doesn’t come around?” Sam queried to her mother in earnest. “You know he can be a little pig-headed at times.”

“Then Jeremy will have three equally pig-headed women and one powerful Ghost Boy to contend with,” Nana Manson laughed and set her motorized chair in motion for the door. “That’ll either set him straight or knock him for a loop when he’s grounded for the rest of his life.”

“Whoa! My little Samantha is married,” the four heard coming from Jeremy as he shook his head in disbelief and ascended the stairs.
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