DISCLAIMER: I do not own Danny Phantom or any of the characters in it. I just own my OCs, which can easily be identified as the people you probably don't recognize.


Natasha's POV

"Hey, Tasha!" Tucker said, running up to the counter of Nasty Burger. "Now that you're on that side of the counter, can I get free food?"

"No, but did you know you can pay in I.O.U.'s?" I replied, sounding semi-irritated and showing five I.O.U. notes.

"You can?" Tucker asked enthusiastically.

"NO!" I exclaimed.

"You're no fun anymore..."

Sam and Danny approached from behind Tucker. Sam grabbed Tucker's arm and said, "Come on," as she dragged him to our usual table. Well, now it's their usual table.

Danny stayed back and leaned on the counter. "So, how's the new job?" he asked me.

"Definitely nothing glamorous," I told him in the same semi-irritated tone. "Five people paid me in I.O.U.'s, and three didn't even leave their name or any form of identifying or contacting them. And one's covered in sweat!" I shook the notes violently as I gestured with my rambling. The sweaty one sent drips of sweat flying.

"You're right, this job isn't glamorous..." Danny told me, then some of the sweat got on him and myself. "Oh, gross!"

"At least you don't know where that one came from, Daniella..."

The expression on Danny's face visibly changed from disgusted to shocked. "Where did it come from?"

I winced. "I'd rather not talk about it."

"That bad?"

I nodded. "Not only that, but so far, I've been asked to clean three clogged up toilets,—by the way, don't use the one that exploded in the men's room; you'll know it when you see it—give a guy a fork and a knife for his burger and fries, and rub Paulina's feet! This job is—"

A guy in a Nasty Burger uniform, who looked a couple years older than me, walked up to me from behind the counter. He was tall and muscular. His layered golden-brown hair was about chin-length at its longest, and his eyes glimmered chartreuse.

"Hey. The name's Trevor... though I'm sure you were staring at me long enough to notice that on my name tag," he said with a smirk. "And you must be Natasha Sullivan. I was told to give you the proper training here, so I guess we'll be seeing each other a lot."

"...The best job ever," I finished telling Danny before motioning him away and shifting my attention to Trevor. I took in a deep breath and tried to gather the right words to say to him. "So, what's the first lesson, 'Master Trevor'?" I asked coolly.

5 minutes 'til end of shift

"Dang, Val," I said to my new co-worker, Valerie Gray. "Now I see how hard this job is..."

"Hey, you have it easy, Nat... I had to wear some dumb costume when I started out."

"Oh, right..."

"So, you're friends with Danny Fenton, right?"

"No, he's just my neighbor who I spend a lot of time with," I said sarcastically. "...You like him, don't you?"

"Well, you like Trevor!"

"Shut up, I do not!"

"Just like I don't like Danny..." Valerie said with a smirk.

"So, why were you asking me about Danny?"

"Uh... no reason!" I folded my arms and shook my head in disbelief. "Fine, I'll admit I like Danny if you admit you like Trevor..."

"You've got this one easy," I told her in a hushed tone. "Danny left with Tucker and Sam an hour ago. Trevor hasn't clocked out yet."