"Don't cry. Please don't cry, Danny. He's ok. You didn't kill him," I say, comforting the crying boy.
"I know. I'm just tired of it. I didn't mean to hurt him," Danny says between tears.
"Dash deserved it after all of the years he spent picking on you. I expected you to snap earlier."
"Why did he have to punch Sam? Why couldn't he have used me as his punching bag instead?"
"I don't know, little brother. He probably thought that you wouldn't do anything. Especially not break his arm like that!"
"Yeah, well, no one hurts my Sammy. No one," he stands up and hugs me. "Thanks, Jazz." I ruffle his hair.
"Come on. Mr. Lancer wants to talk to you."
"He's probably going to give me detention for the rest of the year!" We walk to over to Mr. Lancer.
"I got him." Mr. Lancer looks at Danny, but not with disappointment. He actually looks kind of impressed.
"I was personally wondering when you where going to use some of that Danny Phantom strength on him," Mr. Lancer says, amused.
"You knew? How long?" Danny asks.
"Ever since you and your friends locked me in a supply closet." When did they do that?
"Sorry about that. I was under mind control."
"It's fine. I can't let you go completely unpunished, though. Your punishment is to relax a little a bit. Chill out, dude. Maybe you can relax in one week of detention," Mr. Lancer walks away snickering.
"That's better than what I thought I was going to get." Danny shrugs and walks of leaving me in shock. When did he lock Mr. Lancer in a supply closet? When was he under mind control? What else hasn't he told me?
A/n I do not own Danny Phantom.