A/N: Happy Dannyversary, everyone! I thought I'd celebrate with a little fic I threw together. Before you ask, it is all written, therefore you won't have to worry about me taking time to write. Instead, I'll be editing before updating. Now, if you're here, more likely than not you've read/heard of From the Beginning and/or Guardian. Well, Nomi (the author) also made a few drabbles that we lovingly refer to as the Ink Wells. Among them was a small drabble, couldn't have been more than 10k words. Imagine Danny as a human. Raised a ghost hunter his whole life. We've heard of this song and dance, but there must be balance in the universe. If he's not half ghost, then who is? I'll give you a hint, it's not Sam. If you're even more curious, you can read the drabble over here: www fanfiction net/s/10643144/1/Ink-Well (replace the spaces with dots) or continue reading down below. Understandably, this may cause some confusion. I always thought it best that we start...

From The Beginning

Danny Fenton looked through all the things in his backpack, going through a mental checklist. English homework? Check. Math textbook? Checkeroo. Ecto Pistol and Fenton Thermos? Checkmate. He grinned. Everything seemed to be in order. Not only that, he had also gotten a great night's sleep! Today was going to be a great day, he could already tell! Not bothering to say goodbye to his parents, who were busy in the basement as per the usual in the Fenton household, he hopped in his sister's car.

The ride to school was driven in comfortable silence, as Jazz never bothered to turn on the radio for the five minute drive. Once Jazz had parked in her usual spot, Danny was unbuckling his seat belt and throwing open the door, nearly forgetting his backpack in the process with Jazz shouting at him to have a good day. "Hey, Danny!" Seeing his friend in the red beret waving him over, he grinned, and also waved. Giving his sister a quick one-armed hug, he walked over to where his friends had decided to sit for the morning, on the side of the stairs.

He put his purple bag next to theirs, and looked up to them. It sucked being shorter than everyone. "Hey, Tuck. Hey, Sam. What's up?"

Sam grinned, pointing upwards, "Black clouds."

Danny tilted his head upwards. Just as the goth had said, menacing dark grey clouds were swirling in the sky above them. He blinked as one big drop of rain landed on his forehead. Besides that, there wasn't much actual rain. "So, big storm today, then?"

Tucker sighed, waving away his questions, "Yeah, yeah, nobody cares about a little stupid weather. I have big news!" The geek looked around, obviously trying to 'hide' something, and leaned in closer. "There's a new kid at school, today."

At once, Danny's eyes narrowed with suspicion and disgust. New kids were nearly unheard of. The last time they had gotten a new kid, Danny found his head getting stuffed down toilets, and his face pounded in every other day. God damn the day Dash Baxter came to Amity Park, and all the days after that. "Gimme information." There was no way he'd let this one get the jump on him. This time, it would be Danny on top, not some stupid new kid.

The techno-geek nodded, "Alright, well, this one's a total nerd, more than Mikey and Nathan and Lester. All we've got so far is that he's in our grade, he came here with his mom, and his name is Andrew Riter. Get this, the minute he got out of his car, his nose was in a book. He looks like-"

Sam rolled her eyes at their antics, interrupting. "If Danny wants to know what he looks like so damn much, he can see for himself." She pointed to one of the trees in the front yard of the school, "He's right over there."

Danny snapped his head around to where she was pointing. Sitting against the dark, thick trunk of the tree, with a wide berth around him, was a boy with a book in his hands. He had shaggy black hair that was styled just so as to keep it out of his eyes, bright green eyes behind glasses that seemed to shimmer as they scanned the pages, and a worn and beat up purple trench coat that would make him recognizable in any crowd. He did his best to read the body language of the teen. He looked uncaring and indifferent, ignoring everyone and everything around him in favor of the story in front of him. Though, there was something else about him… Something Danny wasn't able to exactly pinpoint.

He glared, not looking away as the new kid turned a page in his book, "You guys, stay away from him. Something about him isn't right… I think he's dangerous."

Behind him, Sam gave a scoff. "You think everyone is dangerous." He brushed off her words. Despite his paranoia sometimes... getting the better of him, he knew when something was up. And there was definitely something up with that Andrew kid. He just needed to find out what.

So, have you guessed it, yet? I bet you have. You clever readers, you. But why would Danny think he's dangerous? And who exactly is Andrew Riter, anyway? All questions that will be answered... in time. I bet none of you can guess the ending before we get there, can ya? We'll see... I have hopes for some of you, yet. Well, that's all for this chapter. And this is me, signing off. Kasena, out!