Series of oneshots because because.


"Danny…

"Danny.

"Danny! Get up. C'mon, don't be late. Isn't this some kind of big day for you?"

Danny Fenton opened bleary blue eyes, blinked confusedly at the whitewashed ceiling for a moment. He turned hazy eyes to watch his bunkmate, still zipping up his shirt, saunter out of their small, shared room with a world-happy grin in place. He rolled his eyes; he would never understand morning people.

Danny rolled out of bed, all lanky 20 year old limbs and overlarge t-shirt. He raised a hand to run his fingers through short-cropped dark hair, and stared absently at the pile of folded uniform at the edge of his dresser. Combat boots, cargo pants, and a sturdy jacket. All white. Like the hat resting on top. That hat, stupid, like the regulation buzz cut he'd been forced into.

Danny grudgingly fit the cap over too-short hair, zipping his own jacket, and slipped out of the room. He missed his hair. And his freebie on phasing around the place, but the more he'd taught the Centre about ghosts, the better their protection had become; hence the intangibility-proofing on everything. At least he could still use his other powers. Like flying. Flying was good; it saved him the trouble of having to move his feet first thing every morning while he was still trying to wake up.

He'd be awake by the time he got to MOM's office, though. He'd have to be because this was one of those 'big days.' He'd even dreamed about it last night. Though, he couldn't decide if it was better classified as 'dream,' or 'nightmare.' The thought of living forever…He shuddered.

With a yawn, Danny glided into the empty elevator that led up straight to MOM's office. His feet thunked onto the platform as it rose beneath him, and he blinked, moving to rub the last bit of sleep out of his eyes.

Which turned out to be a good move on his part; the second the office doors slid open Danny had to duck. Instincts honed by years of living with his wacky parents saved him from being brained by a teacup making an excellent impression of a bullet. Nope, make that a boomerang; Danny barely caught the snarling cup as came around again for a second attempt at his face, but managed to hold on.

"Agent Fenton. Thank you for joining us."

Danny saluted as best he could while keeping both hands on the mutant teacup, which mostly resulted in him standing at attention and raising the cup a few inches closer to his head.

MOM was standing behind her desk, looking like she was trying very hard not to blow up. She took a deep breath and slowly sat down, motioned Danny to come into the room as she did so.

"Agent," she gestured to a couple in front of her, "Diana Lombard and Martin Mystery. Agents, meet Daniel Fenton-Phantom."

Diana was sitting in one of the chairs in front of MOM's desk but she turned and smiled at him, offering a small wave. He nodded back with a smile of his own.

Martin was standing. At the introduction he turned, dropped the sheepish look and the door to the tiny cage on MOM's desk, and beamed at him. "Cool name! Hey, we working together on this case?"

"Yup," Danny grinned back and walked past the step-siblings to wrestle the yowling teacup back into the little cage. It snarled and rammed uselessly at the metal bars when he finally got the doors locked but he sensed some satisfaction from it when he held up his finger to inspect the surprisingly painful bite there.

"Eheh, sorry 'bout that." Martin ran a hand across the back of his neck.

Danny shrugged. "I've had worse. Hey, I'm sorry about Java, tell him to get better for me, huh? The flu sucks."

MOM cleared her throat before Martin could respond, and pulled up some holographic displays when the three agents turned back to face her.

Danny listened eagerly to the case as the director laid it out for them. He'd been a full, official member of the Centre for one year now. The almost two years of screening, secret initial testing and eventual preliminary training didn't count. And as much as tagging along on minor missions was awesome, a full, actual partnership for a full, actual mission was beyond super cool. And with two of the Centre's top agents too. In Canada.

When MOM pulled up the portal that would take them out to their initial investigation sight, she motioned for Danny to stay, but ushered the others through.

"Do they know? About my ghost half?"

MOM shook her head, a small grin at her lips. "No, but I'm sure letting them in on it slowly wouldn't hurt. As long as it doesn't get in the way of the mission, of course. I know Martin especially is fond of pranks."

Danny grinned back. He held up his damaged finger, "For the teacup?"

"For all of us." Blue eyes rolled.

When Danny stepped through the portal, he let his hat "accidentally" fall off behind him.