Dash's Downfall

A/N: Well, it took me 10 minutes to think of that title, and it was then I'm horrible at naming things. Anyway, this will be a short one shot. I felt like writing it because, well, let's face it, I don't like Dash, and I want to see him out cold.

Disclaimer: It goes without saying, but by law I have to. I don't own Danny Phantom. All characters and related stuff belongs to Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon.

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It had been like any other day at Casper High, except for the fact that half the day had gone by without Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley getting hassled by the school's star quarterback, and resident bully, Dash Baxter. They had made it all the way to lunch without so much as a spitball. They sat down at a table out behind the school to begin eating, and Sam walked off to go to the bathroom. That's when it all started. Dash Baxter came over to the edge of the table, looking very annoyed.

"Fenton, so sorry for not wailing on you this morning, I had to see a doctor. Turns out that my knee got so screwed up in the last game that I can't play for the next month! Do you know how that makes me feel?" He said as his eyes narrowed.

"Like taking up a more relaxing hobby? How about knitting?" Danny said with a sarcastic tone. Over the past few months, dealing with ghosts as Danny Phantom, Dash started seeming less and less frightening.

"No! It makes me feel like taking out my anger on someone, and you seem to be available."

Danny was about to run, but thenDash said something that made Danny's blood boil.

"So where is that little Goth-bitch girlfriend of yours? I wanna see the look on her face as I mash you."

Danny dropped the sandwich he had raised halfway to his mouth.

"What did you just call Sam?" he shouted angrily.

"You heard me. Hey, would you look at that, here she comes now." He smirked as he watched Sam rush over to the table. "You have a problem with that Fenton?"

"As a matter of fact, Dash," he said as he stood up from the bench, "I do."

Danny jumped clear over the metal table and slammed his fist into Dash's jaw, causing him to stagger backwards. He shook off the blow just in time to see another punch coming, but wasn't quick enough to dodge it. It connected with his nose which started to drip blood soon afterwards.

"That's it, Fenton, you're a dead man." Dash said with venom in his voice, as he wiped the blood off his upper lip. "And after you go down, Manson is really going to pay."

This just made Danny angrier. So angry, in fact, that his eyes turned green. "Not today. You're not touching her."

Dash started walking backwards, obviously frightened by Danny's sudden change in countenance. Danny pursued him with a slow, confident stride.

"You're a freak, Fenton!" he shouted, still going backwards.

"You're right, Dash. I am. I'm a very, very, angry freak, and you are going to leave this freak and his friends alone!"

He jumped forward and pushed Dash to the ground, and got ready to punch him once more, when Sam walked over to him, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"That's enough, Danny." she said soothingly. His eyes changed back from green to blue.

Danny got off of Dash's trembling body slowly. He looked down at him with an expression that mixed pity and disgust.

"You're lucky that she's around. If she had stayed back, you would be needing a breathing tube. Think about that next time you call her a Goth-bitch."

"Wait a minute. He called me that?" Sam asked, wide-eyed.

Danny just nodded.

"He's dead."

Danny turned and walked away as Sam stomped Dash's head into the ground with the heel of her combat boot.

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Well, that's it folks. Please review. Compliments and Constructive Criticisms always welcome.