Hello! So, while working at the library, I like to type stories, and this shined it's beautiful head to me one day. So I wrote it. Hope you guys like it, it looks like it'd be a 7 chapter story, maybe. I do not own the characters.

It was a regular day, like any day, in Amity Park with the three friends were happily spending their time in the park. It had been a long time since they could just sit back and enjoy life. The last three weeks had been harshly brutal with all the ghost attacks. Danny was happily sitting in the tree while Sam and Tucker were playing with Cujo. Cujo was a ghost dog that Danny had found a while ago. Danny had no idea who's dog that was, but somehow he managed to adopt it.

However, unlike his friends, Danny was suspicious as to why there hadn't been much ghost attacks. Something was up, he just didn't know what. Granted, he should be thankful, but he was just paranoid. He kept wondering if it was the calm before a storm. Sam glanced up at him and smirked. She knew that look: it was the look Danny got when he was thinking too much. Grabbing the ball that they were using to play with Cujo, she chucked it right at Danny.

He yelped in surprised, catching the ball before it hit his face. Unfortunately for him, he didn't realized what had happened until it was too late. Cujo saw the ball head for Danny and happily decided to chase after it. Changing into his much larger form, he hopped right at Danny, causing both him, Danny, and the branch to fall onto the ground. Danny groaned beneath the weight of the dog, much to Sam's pleasure.

"That's what you get for slacking off," Sam explained to him, trying to keep a series expression. Danny pushed the dog off him and glared at Sam. Of course, it wasn't a true glare, his eyes were laughing at her. They were all in a good mood.

Danny's ghost senses went off, alerting him and the other two. They looked around, trying to find the source. It took a few minutes before they saw it: a ghost flying around in circles in the sky. It was unlike any ghost that they had seen. It looked like an eel with a bear's head. It wasn't doing anything except flying around in circles. "I should go ahead and take care of it before it decides to do something," Danny muttered.

Honestly, he was bored and wanted something to do. Of course, he wouldn't say that out loud; Sam would not approve of that. He changed to Phantom before taking off to the ghost. He hovered there, waiting for it to react. Nothing. It was just ignoring him as it flew around.

"Hello? Can you see me?" Danny asked curiously. It still did nothing. Irritated, Danny tried shooting at it.

The green blast hit it's side, quickly angering it. It's bear head roared angrily at Danny, taking him by surprise. The next thing it did took him even further by surprise; it flew as fast as possible to him and phase through him, disappearing afterward. He let out a strangled gasp as an icy feeling crawled up his spin. It felt terrible, he never felt anything like it before. He had no control over his powers when they suddenly shut off, leaving him helpless in the air. He was vaguely aware of someone calling his name when he plummeted to the ground.

Cujo noticed Danny falling and flew to catch him. Unfortunately, Danny was falling to fast, causing him to bounce off Cujo. He grunted as he landed hard on the ground. Sam and Tucker ran to him, calling to him. "Danny! Are you okay?" Tucker asked, kneeling down next to him, Sam joining a moment later. Danny let out a muffled ow in response. Sam laughed, "Yep, he's okay." They helped him up, dusting off the new grass stains on him. He cringed when he straighten. Ooh, he was going to feel this tomorrow.

"What was that all about?" Sam asked, her eyebrow raised. Danny shook his head.

"I have no idea. I don't know where it went, either."

They all frowned. They never seen anything like that and that wasn't necessarily a good sign. Sam sighed before shrugging. "Well, it's getting late. We might as well go home and not worry about it."

"I'll meet you guys online?" Tucker asked, wanting to play a game with all three of them.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Danny replied happily, worries forgotten. The idea of vegging on a game sounded really good at that moment.

They all said their goodbyes before leaving in their separate ways. Danny's parents were happy to know that he was home on time and uninjured. Ever since his parents knew who he really was, he had phone calls about every hour until he convinced them that it would not help, but rather be worse. Maddie had argued until Danny said it might distract him. Of course, while she doesn't call every so often, she got him an ear bud so he could answer easier. He had shrugged, saying it was better than nothing. Another thing that changed after that day was that he got cuddle more everytime he got home, along with inspections of being hurt. Which, wasn't bad or anything, but could get a bit tiring.

He opened the door, shouting, "I'm home!"

He braced himself for any huge bear hugs from his parents. He only hoped that they'd show some mercy to his poor back. Maddie poked her head around the corner, a smile quickly growing on her face. It almost seemed creepy, especially with the huge goggles on her face. "Danny dear!" she happily stated while quickly walking to him. She hugged him tightly before pulling him away. She eyed him up and down, studying him. "You're not hurt, are you?"

He sighed, "No, mom. I'm good."

She studied him a little more before smiling again. She gave a satisfied nod before walking to the table. Danny was almost afraid to go in there. Last time, somehow, his father made ghost pizzas for dinner. They actually had to order pizza after that. To this day, there still remains cheese on the ceiling. He slowly walked into the room, peering around for any signs of marching food. When he saw none, he sighed in relief. Maddie saw her son's obvious relief. "Jazz is visiting so she made it," she explained happily before turning back to the dishes. "Danny, help set the table, would you?"

He quickly set down the plates before going in the living room in search of his sister. She had gone to college a while back, so it was nice whenever she visit him. Almost gave a normal feeling to the family. He found the redhead sitting on the couch, drinking some tea. She looked up to the younger teen, blinking at him. Recognition dawned in her eyes, a grin following. "Danny!" She jumped off the couch and ran over to him. She hugged him tightly around the neck, knocking him back a few feet. She however pulled back at him, looking at him while grinning, teeth showing. "You're taller than me now!"

Danny smirked at her, "Hi to you, too."

She smiled back at him, but didn't had the change to say anything. Maddie had called them to the table for dinner. The two siblings then watched as she shouted at Jack to come and join them. They could here him grumbled in disappointment. He was constantly down there, inventing who knows what. He was determined to make something that would target ghosts and not Danny. Unfortunately, that made Danny the guinea pig. He lost count of the times he got zapped or covered in goo.

The small family gathered together for dinner, a simple pasta that Jazz made. She had told them that it came from a recipe from an Italian friend of hers. They enjoyed the happy meal time, swapping stories of what had happened over the past month. Danny got an A in Literature (thanks to Mr. Lancer), Jazz was taking a break from finals and got a new job. When there were done with dinner, Maddie pulled out some pie for the family, much to Jack's pleasure. They ate the pie and joke about everything and anything.

Danny's mood was changed when he suddenly felt his stomach flipped. The grin vanish from his face as he tried to control it. However, his stomach would not be controlled. Trying his best to stop the gagging, Danny stood up and ran to the bathroom. He barely made it in time before his stomach empty it's contents from the whole day into the porcelain pot. He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see anything as he flushed the toilet. He sat back against the wall, trying to calm his upset stomach. He had no idea what came over him. Did he ate too much?

Jazz knocked at the door, poking her head around the corner. "Danny?" she asked, concern, eyebrows furrowed. She slowly walked over to him, careful to not startle him. She kneel down next to him, placing her hand on his. She didn't blinked at the cold feeling in his hands, used to the feeling by now. "Are you okay?"

Danny risked opening his eyes, slowly. His stomached seemed better so he looked over to Jazz. "Yeah—Yeah, I think so. I think I just ate to much," he said in a questioning tone. He had no idea. Jazz still seemed concern but she shrugged anyways.

"Guess so. Let's get you to bed, okay?"

She helped him up, keeping a steady hand on his forearm. He was shaking on his feet and she was afraid that he wouldn't be able to walk. But he proved her wrong as he made his way to his bedroom. He laid down in the bed, groaning. Oh, his head felt terrible. He turned over so his face was buried in his pillow. Jazz ruffled his hair before leaving. She sent a smile in his direction before she left. He should be better in the morning.

Danny was not. In fact, he felt worse. His stomach kept flip-flopping and he couldn't stomach any breakfast. He also had horrible dark circles from not sleeping well. And for once, it wasn't because of a ghost. He needed to go to school, though. So he sucked it up and left for school, walking. Sam joined him when he walked past her house. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Danny, you look dead."

"I feel dead," he replied back in a groggy voice. Sam didn't laughed, but instead only looked more concern. She didn't said anything, though, and just kept walking with him. When they passed Tucker's place, he opened his mouth to remark about how Danny looked when he interrupted. "Tell me I look dead and I'll make sure you do, too."

Tucker frowned. "Okay, fine. But seriously-"

"Don't."

They walked to school, all three wishing that summer would hurry up. The only comfort they had was that it was Friday and that the weekend was going to be three days instead of two. Danny was more quiet today, having to do with him feeling horrible. He just slowly walked behind the other two, not saying anything. Everyone peeked at him curiously, wondering why he looked miserable. Everyone grew a little more respect for him when they realized that he was the little nobody everyone thought he was.

Danny slammed his locker shut once he had his books, Sam and Tucker was waiting for him. When his ghost sense went off, a "beware" soon followed it. He groaned; just what he didn't want. He handed his books to Tucker before turning to face the box ghost. He watched as the ghost declared that he was the Box ghost and doomed to them all. Danny pinched his nose bridge, not wanting to deal with it. He got in a defensive position as he called his ghost powers.

Nothing.

Danny looked down, shocked when nothing happened. He had no cold feeling or anything. It was like he had no powers anymore. He looked up at the confused Box Ghost with horror. "Oh no."

A box sent Danny flying down the halls, the student moving out of the way with no desire to get hit by a flying Danny. He sat up, rubbing a friction burn on his elbow. He tried again to get his ghost powers out, searching for the little cold spot. However, he could find nothing. He was literally powerless. He rolled out of the way of another box that was heading straight towards him. Usually he would laugh and deal with the Box Ghost easily, but now he was having a hard time just dodging the boxes. The nausea also didn't help.

The student were watching him curiously, wondering why he wasn't changing into Phantom. Sam and Tucker also glanced at him curiously, trying to figure out what was wrong. He silent shook his head no to them, trying to tell them that he couldn't. Fortunately, Sam knew what he was trying to say. She pulled out the thermos from her backpack and activated towards the Box Ghost, taking him off guarded. He sucked into it with no problem. When that was finish and the furnace caped, she ran over to where Danny was sitting. He had been too afraid to sit up, in fear that his stomach would purge the non-existent food in his stomach.

The two friends helped him up, the three ignoring the looks that everyone seemed to be giving them. Sam flinched when she felt Danny. "Danny, you're burning up."

Danny shook his head, "That doesn't matter. Sam, I couldn't go Phantom."