Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own DP.

"Da… "

Whaa?

"...ke up…"

Ugh no five more minutes…

"...nturd needs his nap time, what a bab... "

Go away...

"Mr Fen…"

Huh?

"...ghost — "

"Huh?! What?! Where?!" Danny shot up from his desk, wiping a trail of drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Mr Fenton! I asked you a question." Mr Lancer frowned. "This is the third time this period I caught you wandering off to dreamland Mr Fenton. See me after class. Now as I was saying..." Mr Lancer turned back to the board and continued rambling on about some Shakespearean sounding junk — wait why did he have an upside down math book on the table — while Danny's eyes began to droop shut once more.

A series of small, crumpled pieces of paper shot across the room and bounced off his head onto the floor while a crinkled folded note plopped onto his table. Groggily, Danny reached for the note and unfolded it.

Dude r u ok? How many did u fight last nite?

Danny grabbed a marker off the table scrawling "too many" on the paper before flicking it across the aisle without even looking. He let out a tired sigh and rested his head back on the table, his eyelids feeling heavier already.

The paper came back his way, this time with another set of handwriting on it.

Danny did you even get any sleep last night?

His weary gaze turned to Sam and he gave a weak nod. Sam's furrowed-eyebrow frown belied she had seen through his pitiable lie. He dragged his eyes back to the board, his sleep addled brain too exhausted to make sense of the strange squiggles on the board.

Danny found himself drifting between the dreary classroom and some strange psychedelic ice cream parlour floating in space. He fumbled with an ice cream cone drifting by the counter and scooped some ice cream out of the massive floating tubs. Danny savoured the flavour of the frozen treat in his mouth, briefly wondering if his teeth were even real and how he still had teeth after being bashed in the face on numerous occasions both by dash and rogue ghosts. The ice cream in his hand turned into a pile of teeth when he wasn't looking. Danny didn't like teeth flavoured (gum flavoured?) ice cream so he chucked it away in disgust, the cold chill of the ice cream leaving his hand.

The ice cream parlour began to shake and crumble around him. A hand grabbed his shoulder and tugged him sideways to the door and out into the void of space. Wait! There was no air in space! How was he supposed to breathe? He would die! He struggled against the hand on his shoulder, his fingers scrambling for purchase on the counter as ice cream and tables and chairs got sucked through the door. The hand squeezed and sharp nails dug into his shoulder and he lost his grip, falling through the door which was now on the "floor" and suddenly —

He was back in the classroom, just as the bell began to ring. Sam let go of his shoulder and he rubbed it gingerly. She shot him an apologetic look. The rest of the class were already making a beeline out of school as Mr Lancer belatedly reminded them of the book report due next week. Danny was ready to follow when he heard Mr Lancer call his name. He sighed and shuffled towards the teachers desk. Tucker and Sam cast worried looks at Danny before heading outside to wait for him.

"Mr Fenton, lately you've been sleeping in my class more than usual. This past week alone you have spent more than practically every lesson I have with you sleeping. Now I don't know if — oh Robinson Crusoe Mr Fenton! Could you at least have the decency of staying awake when I'm talking to you?" Mr Lancers agitated shout startled Danny back into partial awareness.

"Sorry Mr Lancer."

Mr Lancer folded his arms and let out a frustrated sigh. "Danny, I know you can do better than this. What is keeping you up all night that you have to sleep in my class? Is it video games again or... is something going on at home?"

"No no, everything's fine at home." Danny raised his hands in defense.

"So, pray tell what activity of yours is keeping you so busy that you are so tired all the time?" Mr Lancer questioned, leaning forward.

"I'm… just a feeling kinda... stressed out right now." Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Lately dad has been trying to get Jazz and I more into ghosts so he's been dragging us down to the lab to ramble on about ghosts for hours so now I have even less time for homework, and even then I get distracted every hour because I have to go fight gho — uh… goblins! Yes, uh goblins… in Doomed… a video game. Yep, just a dumb video game hehe..." He stuttered out, withering under Mr Lancer's unimpressed look. He looked away scratching the back of his head, swaying slightly.

"Well in that case I think you better try spending less time on those "dumb video games" of yours hmm?" Mr Lancer frowned disapprovingly. "Either way, I'll try to talk to your father into giving you more time to study. Meanwhile I believe you should head home and get some rest, you look like the wind is going to blow you over at any moment. I doubt there is a point in giving you detention since you'd probably sleep through it. You are dismissed." Mr Lancer rose from his seat behind the teacher's desk, grabbing his bag as he moved towards the door.

"Oh, and one more thing, Mr Fenton, it's "Jazz and me" not "Jazz and I". He noted held the door open for Danny.

Sam and Tucker stood up straight from leaning against the wall outside the classroom, turning to the pair as they made their way out.

"Ms Manson, Mr Foley, could you please keep Mr Fenton out of trouble and away from his video games this weekend? It's for his own good." Mr Lancer requested.

"We will Mr Lancer." "Got it Mr Lancer." Sam and Tucker chimed simultaneously.

"Get some rest Mr Fenton, and don't forget the assignment!" Mr Lancer reminded as he walked away.

"Thanks Mr Lancer!" Danny called out, relieved that school was finally over.

Words: 1077

Arc: 1.1

A/N: lol Mr Lancer is cheesed off that Danny called Doomed a dumb video game.

Also yay new fic? This one's gonna have more parts (hooray!) I just want more fluff and stuff for now so here's this. More AUs are coming along quite nicely right now, though Wasurenaide will probably be on hold until I actually have time for planning (december-ish). I want to get more stuff out by then.

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