Summary: AU, Danny's POV. When a new student moves to Amity Park, Illinoise from Austrailia, he's far from normal. And that's just to Sam's liking...DxS (Alt. Stories: 'Amethyst Dreams': Sam's POV, 'Techno's Dreams': Tucker's POV, and 'Hunter's Dreams': Valerie's POV; all same story, just told from different views)

Emerald Dreams

By: Wolfee

Chapter One- (Danny's POV)

I walked down the halls, searching for my first class. I was already late, but I had to try and make a good first impression. Turning down another deserted hallway, I saw the correct room. Stopping in front of it, taking a deep breath, and sighing, I grasped the knob and opened the door. Everyone stopped working and looked at me. I could feel sweat beginning to form from my nervousness. Finally, the teacher spoke up.

"Ah, you must be Mr. Daniel Fenton, the new student?" I nodded. "Alright, you will be to the left of Miss. Manson. Miss. Manson please raise your hand." said Mr. Lancer, my new English teacher. A girl my age with black hair and amethyst eyes looked up and raised her hand. I made my way through the crowded rows and took my seat. "Now, can anyone tell me what 'tenet' means?" No one dared to raise their hand, too afraid to get it wrong and face the consequences. I slowly began to raise my hand and soon after, I think Mr. Lancer called her Miss. Manson, put her's up too. "Mr. Fenton?"

"It means kinda like your opinion on something." I answered. Gosh, this is going to be easy! We learned this last year at my old school.

"Very good Mr. Fenton." As soon as Mr. Lancer turned around, I saw some students start to snicker at me. I knew exactly why. My accent. Before I could do anything, Miss. Manson glared at them and turned around to smile sweetly at me. I just grinned back, mouthing a 'Thank you'.

Well, class continued on. Long and very boring might I add. I mean, all the teacher did was drone on and on, maybe even a lecture here and there. About 10 minutes before class was going to end, I found a note on my desk. Making sure Mr. Lancer wasn't looking, I opened it.

'Meet me at lunch. Just look around, you'll see me and my friends very easily.
- Sam Manson'

Ok, looks like me and Sam were already on the road to acquaintance ship. At least now I had something to look forward to, but now that meant classes would go by slower. Aw man!

'Finally!' I thought, sighing in relief as I followed everyone to the cafeteria. Wow that was a long two hours! Once I reached the lunch room, I went in line for my food. Ok, this school must have some serious food issues! I mean, my mom even makes better food and most of her cooking comes to life and tries to eat you instead. So, I went with the only sanitary food. A simple salad.

Scanning the room, I noticed Sam towards the back sitting with her friends. One boy, the other a girl, but both were african american. I let a small smile play on my lips as I swerved through students to rech the table.

"Oh hey!" Sam said cheerfully. "I almost thought you forgot."

"Nah, getting throught the halls is murder." I replied, setting my tray down and sitting beside her.

"Tell me about it..." She paused a moment, in thought. "Oh, this is Tucker Foley, he's also in our English class. And this is Valerie Grey. She's in the same class too. And you know me, Sam Manson."

"My name's Danny Fenton. Uh...not much I can say, but please don't call me Daniel." I said as politly as possible.

"Will do." Tucker said. "I have two questions for you. One, are you a vegetarian?" He asked, eyeing my salad wierdly.

"No. This is just the only thing I could find that was sanitary." I answered, quite confused.

"Thank god!" He praised, as Sam leaned over and bopped him on the head. I stiffled a laugh. "Hey!
That hurt you know!"

"I know." She answered.

"Ok, question two. Where did you move from?" Valerie nodded her head in agreement, also wanting to know where it is that I moved from.

"Austrailia." I answered calmly. Tucker, though, his jaw looked like it's hinges broke, making it swing loosly.

"That explains your accent." Valerie added. I just nodded.

"You serious!" Tucker practically shouted, his jaw back in place.

"As serious as seriousness can be." I replied.

"That's awesome! It's like almost an animal paradise there!" Sam exclaimed.

"Yeah. You love animals too?" I asked. She just nodded her head vigorously. "Same with me."

Suddenly, Valerie changed the subject. "Danny, just one important question. Do you believe in ghost?"

I began to sweat nervously again, also adding my 'rub-the-back-of-my-neck' habit too. What should I tell them? 'Yes, 'cause my parents are professional ghost hunters and I'm also HALF GHOST'? They'll think I'm crazy. I sighed, deciding on my answer. "Yes, I do."

Suddnely all of them sighed in...relief? But why? "Good, 'cause your now living in the most haunted place in America." Sam explained. Just great, more ghost hunting.

"Wow..." Was the smartest comment I could come up with.

"And you should know something about me..." As Valerie paused and comtemplated her answer,
I thought frantically. 'Please don't say ghost hunter, please don't say ghost hunter, please don't say ghost hunter...' "I'm a ghost hunter." My breath caught in my throat. Ghost hunter? Oh no, and I thought my parents, well actually my mother, was bad, now this? My own friend will be hunting me!

"Uh hello? Danny?" Sam said, snapping her fingers infront of my face.

"Wha? Oh sorry. I'm just kinda spacey today. Also Valerie, I'm fine with that. My parents are ghost hunters too." I said, covering up for my 'spacey-ness'.

Valerie smiled. "Great! We'll get along just fine!"

'Yeah, we will...' I thought, kinda sad. Suddenly, my ghost sense went off. "Uh... I'll be right back!"
I ran to an empty restroom, looked around, then stood up straight. "Goin' Ghost!"

A glowing blue ring appeared at my waist, splitting, and one traveled up while the other traveled down. Mhy sneakers became white boots. Pants and t-shirt to a black jumpsuit with a silverish belt, gloves, and collar. On my chest was my 'DP' insigna. My eyes went from an ocean blue to an emerald glowing green. My hair from a raven black to a snowy white. To complete my form, I had a white-ish blue glow around my whole body. I had transformed to my alter ego, Phantom.

I flew out of the bathroom and up to a blue skinned ghost with a blue cap, blue overalls, and a white undershirt. Lastly, an obsession with...boxes?

"I am the Box Ghost!" He called out. Some people ran away, screaming their heads off. What was so scary about this guy? I mean come on! He's just really- no overly obsessed with boxes! Sam and Tucker stayed though, Valerie- Oh no! Valerie!

"Bye-bye ghostie!" I sucked him up in the thermos, capped it, and was about to fly off when-

"Freeze ghost!" Gulping, I turned around to find a figure wearing a red and black jumpsuit with a black visor. They also rode on a jet sled and was holding a bazooka type looking gun. The figure also had Valerie's voice.

"Oh ghost boxes..."

"I AM THE BOX GHOST! BEWARE!"

-End Chapter-

Hey ya everyone! I typed this up a long time ago and decided, what the heck, why not post it? So this is going to be my replacement story for 'Environmentle Issues'. Any questions about the other stories based on Sam, Tucker, and Valerie's POV, just PM or put it in your reply for me! Also, plez R&R, NO FLAMES! Thanxies!

Wolfee