Disclaimer: Danny Phantom, and its characters and/or ideas are the creation of Butch Hartman. The show does not belong to me nor will it ever.

A/N: The plot bunnies have attacked me viciously. My other DP fanfics are on hiatus as of late. I will update them in due time. Until then, I will be focusing on this story. Hope you enjoy it. If not, oh well!

"Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It's fair." - The Dark Knight, 2008.

1

Edward Lancer was not having a good day.

The nearly overweight high school English teacher had just locked up his classroom and was now steadying himself uneasily with a stack of graded papers in his arms. The fluttering of the spring cool air surrounding him wasn't helping matters as his students' essays flapped and crinkled underneath his beefy appendages.

It took him longer than he would have liked to reach his station wagon that was parked in his regular space, authorized by staff members only. He dropped his papers in the back seat almost carelessly after fumbling with his car keys to open his vehicle's door.

Between grading papers, dealing with his ungrateful students, and associating with his arrogant colleagues Lancer was understandably exhausted.

And the worst part of the whole thing was he would have to do it all over again tomorrow, starting with a boring, meaningless meeting in the early morning hours.

Putting his car in reverse to pull out of the parking lot, the balding man gave a heavy sigh. He then changed the gear to drive and rode forward to enter into the vacant highway. The Chicago weather seemed to be getting colder and colder; the dark clouds in the sky above were proof of such.

Lancer inwardly prayed that it wouldn't begin to rain, but of course luck wasn't on his side. The slight precipitation fell instantly, coming down on his windshield in droplets. He flicked on the wipers to help clear the dripping water that was on his front.

When a particular wetness showered in his line of vision, the teacher absentmindedly pressed on the gas as the wipers continued their back and forth motion. With the removal of the rain in his sight a moment later, Lancer didn't have time to turn the steering wheel as a dark blur came into view. He pushed harshly on the brake, yet the bump he heard afterwards confirmed that he had hit something.

The screeching of the tires was the only sign that his vehicle had been moving faster than the given speed limit. The wipers were still on and the rain was now pouring heavily but Lancer disregarded all that and removed himself from the safety of his vehicle.

It was difficult to see through the rain; the sun was setting and the sky was becoming shadowy. Lancer blinked his eyes a few times to lessen the amount of drizzle that was striking his face.

A little ways away from him was what looked like a pile of ambiguous garbage. The educator was horrified to discover as he took a step that the so-called garbage was actually a motionless body.

A boy, no older than a teenager, lied on his side in the middle of the road. His raven tresses were plastered on his face as the downpour resumed its destination. Lancer crept closer and bent down to get a better look. The older man's heart was pounding hard on his ribcage. What if the child was hurt badly? What if he was dead?

Lancer stretched his hand out, intent on checking on the boy's vitals. The pained moan from the unknown individual halted his hand and the man couldn't help but breathe an air of relief.

A girlish yelp then escaped the bald man as a strong grip unexpectedly ceased his arm. The boy was staring at the man with a glowing green gaze. Lancer shuddered at the eerie glazed aura reflected in those eyes. But as fast as it had occurred the glow disappeared from the black haired teen's eyes and a sapphire color replaced it.

"A-Are you alright?" Lancer asked shakily, beginning to think that what he saw of the boy's eyes was in fact his own overly active imagination.

"Where am-" the teen cut himself off as he hissed and released the man's arm to clutch at his stomach. Realizing that the unidentified teen was injured, the respected teacher tried to assist him by dragging him upward. The boy slapped away the offered hand and moved in a sitting position by himself.

"For the love of Forrest Gump, I need to take you to the hospital! You can be seriously hurt and you'll catch pneumonia if we continue to stay here." The man tried to reason as he once again was rejected from help.

"No...no hospitals...too dangerous..." The raven wheezed and was breathing rather deeply.

Amazingly, the boy was able to stand and walk on his own, albeit a tad sluggishly. Lancer gave the retreating figure a confused expression. He didn't understand what the teen had meant by that. Since when are hospitals dangerous?

The man was just about to follow the raven teen when the other stopped his movements. With a speed the older didn't think could be possible for any human being who had just been hit by a car, the boy then spun around and limped his way to the teacher. He eyed the other contemplatively before voicing his decision.

"I need a ride."

"I still think I should take you to the hospital," Lancer said, opening the passenger door to let the boy inside.

Both males were soaked; their clothes damp and their bodies shivering. The man entered his vehicle through the other side. He shut the door and turned the key in the ignition as the headlights came on and shown brightly threw the low visibility.

"I need you to drive me as close to Amity Park as you can. I'd get there myself but..." the raven started, clearly ignoring the man's concerned statement.

"But you could be hurt...!" The educator began but closed his mouth with a tight line as the black haired teen glared heatedly at him from his seat.

Lancer's light jade eyes pointedly avoided the angry stare and focused his attention on the road in front of him. The drive was silent and the street beneath the car was slippery. Not surprisingly the rain transformed into hailstones, the frozen rain encasing them in an industrial rendition of a winter wonderland.

Amity Park was at least a hundred miles away from Chicago and due to the unanticipated weather, Lancer felt it ridiculous to be driving through such a disorganized state. He also was very tried and just wanted to go home to rest. He watched the boy in the corner of his eye; the other was slumped in his seat and was looking outwardly thrashed.

Without taking his eyes away from the road, the man stated, "At least let me get you some warm clothes. My apartment isn't too far from here."

"Fine." The boy sounded defeated and his voice was barely above a whisper.

Lancer nodded his head to himself, satisifed with the teen's compliance. Swerving his car to merge into the right lane, the teacher expertly maneuvered his vehicle to pass the various warehouses and family businesses. Edward lived in a low income community, structures of steel looking apartments and garages on each cluttered lawn.

Even though it wasn't the best neighborhood to live in, it was relatively a clean area and the people were friendly enough.

It took another twenty minutes to reach his establishment. By then, the hail and rainwater had diminished and there was only a slight sprinkle. As he drove to the curb to park his wagon, the man twisted in his seat to look at the younger boy.

"I never asked you your name." Lancer gave a comforting smile.

"It's Danny."

The raven tilted his head to the side, his messy locks resting on the side window. The car ended its motor functions as a hairy hand detached the key and turned off the vehicle. Removing his seat belt from his protruding torso, the teacher made a disbelieving gasp as the blue eyed teen slouched lower still and fell unconscious.

Lancer hurriedly exited his car and jogged to the other side to open the door. Danny collapsed to his right; his body would have probably descended to the darkened asphalt if a certain bald man hadn't held him up. Lancer grasped the younger male from his back and rose him in his arms.

Using his large foot to close the car door, Lancer then carried the unresponsive boy toward his front door while silently thanking any deity that he was housed downstairs. His fingertips lightly ran over the teen's lower back and winced when he felt a bulge through the boy's white T-shirt.

Edward almost contemplated taking the boy to the emergency room regardless; the rain had stopped after all. Even so, the temperature of the winds seemed to drop drastically. The cool breeze shifted into a freezing blow.

Shaking his head to sort out his muddled thoughts, the heavy educator decided that the teen was his responsibility. He would take care of him for the night, and if the teen's condition happened to become worse he would call in for a substitute and take the boy to the ER.

Right as Lancer clumsily rummaged through his back pocket to retrieve his house key, a pair of sinister crimson eyes witnessed the activity of the duo a few feet away. A malicious smile emerged from the malevolence figure in the distance and an evil chuckled escaped smirking lips.

First chapter is complete. Yay me! What'd you think? It sucked? Oh, okay.