Disclaimer: I've never in any way owned the genius that is Danny Phantom.

A/N: I've been wanting to write this for a while and have finally gotten around to doing it. The fic is set a few weeks after the Frightmare episode. Post Phantom Planet of course. Enjoy

Chapter One

He walked towards Casper High School, his eyes dark from lack of sleep. He moved lethargically, taking no notice of any of his surroundings, which caused collisions with three students, a few mailboxes, and a tree.

Yes, Daniel Scott Fenton was out of it, but not for the reasons one would expect.

No. Ghostfighting wasn't the cause of his dangerously high fatigue, nor was a not so uncommon all night video game escipade with Tucker Foley. Danny's eyes were drooping more and more by the second because of the complications that his subconscious had laid upon him.

His dreams caused his lack of rest.

They scared him..

Scratch that. They terrified him.

It wasn't that they weren't pleasant dreams. To be honest they were the best dreams that the hybrid had ever had in his existence. He loved those dreams, loved them more than reality.

That is what frightened him.

He shouldn't have been enjoying those dreams. It wasn't right. It was unfair to her and him. He needed to stop his unhealthy sleeping habits.

But not matter how much he tried, he couldn't hold the visions at bay. He still dreamed those dreams. He dreamed of her.

So he decided to just not sleep anymore.

It was simple enough. He knew he would eventually collapse from exhaustion, but maybe some kind of miraculous new ghost power would give him the ability to never have to rest again. You never know. Anything could happen. Danny Fenton had learned that the hard way.

He trudged into the school building, barely staying out of studens' and teachers' paths until he reached his locker, where his African American best friend waited for him.

"Hey, Danny I-Damn you look awful," spoke the techno geek when he gazed upon the face of the halfa.

"Thanks," Danny replied groggily as he spun the combination of his locker.

"Well it's the truth. Friends don't lie to one another." Tucker fixed his gaze upon his PDA.

"Yes they do," Dan replied matter of factly.

"Well I don't. Are you okay?"

Should he tell him? He'd been wanting to for so long. Tucker knew him better than anyone else, well... except for her. He needed to tell somebody, and she and Jas were out of the question.

But still... the humiliation that would bring to him. He didn't want to live through that. He had been teased enough with the "lovebirds" pun. To let someone know that he really does have feelings for the girl he'd been denying affection for for so long could be disasterous.

What was he going to say, anyhow. He couldn't just go 'Hey,tuck, I think I'm crushing on our other best friend'. That wouldn't go too well. He'd have to be more subtle.

But what if he couldn't do that?

"Danny, hey, hellooo," Sam was speaking now. Danny was suprised he didn't faint right then and there. Here voice sounded so...so perfect. It made a sound that only she could achieve. Daniel's mind intoxicated itself with the memory of that such voice unitl he realized that he wasn't answering his friends.

"Oh-uh...hi?" He had absolutely no clue of what the two had said to him before, and they

took notice.

"Space out much?" Tucker asked mockingly as he grabbed textbooks from his own locker.

" More like sleep much." Sam corrected, eyebrows raised. She held her English 9 books in her petite arms, and her fingertips drummed against the hard cover.

"Uh...ghost...problems." He couldn't tell the truth, especially to her. It's not like she'd laugh at him or anything, but... Danny wasn't so sure on how she would react.

"Oh," his two comrads said in unison.

The lie was bought, and the trio went on to Lancer's class.

SINGINGTURRETSSINGINGTURRETSSINGINGTURRETSSINGINSTURRETSSINGINGTURR

The hour long duration of english was not giving Daniel Fenton's racing mind any favors. Besides his desperate attempts to stay awake in the most boring class of the school day, he couldn't get his mind to stop debating with itself on if he should tell Tucker.

You really need to tell him.

Oh no hell I don't.

Why not?

Umm, let me think...oh yeah, he'll tease me unitl I die about it.

Well, if you want to get technical...you're already half dead.

Shut up.

Make me.

"Mr. Fenton?" Lancer had called him out.

"Um...four?" His mind wasn't working. He was spoeaking nonsense. Classmates snickered.

"Well, Mr. Fenton, that unintelligent outburst might work in your math class, but in English 9, INTEGERS ARE NOT ANSWERS!"

"Yes, Sir, I'm so sor-"

"Detention, Mr. Fenton. Maybe after today you'll learn to pay attention in my class." Lancer returned to the chalkboard and began writing vocabulary words. Moans errupted among the students.

DING!DING!DING!

Saved by the bell. The class was out of the door before Lancer could finish the vocab. list.

SINGINGTURRETSSINGINGTURRETSSINGINGTURRETSSINGINGTURRETSSINGINGTURR

"Danny! Danny, wake up!"

It was lunch period now, and Danny had already dozed of before Tucker reached the table. Luckily for him the sleep wasn't deep enough to provoke his Sam visions.

"Huh?-What?-Oh...hey, Tuck." His techno obsessed bud sat across from him, "Where's Sam?"

"Still in line, but that doesn't matter." Tucker leaned in closer to Dan to get a better look at him. "What is wrong with you man? This doesn't seem like regular damage of the Box Ghost or anything. I mean, you've been acting funny ever since that Nocturne guy showed up."

Oh no. Nocturne: the cause of Danny's problem. If it wasn't for that damned ghost, Fenton could have nice, normal, Sam-less dreams. It all started with that one frightmare.

Danny looked up. Sam was still waiting to get a salad. She looked up and waved at the ghost boy. His stomache clenched, "Look, Tucker...I need to tell you something."

A/N: So...what are your thoughts? Please review!!