This is the sequel to Danny Phantom: Sibling Secrets. This is what I will be writing if you guys want me to continue the saga! Anyway, I hope you enjoy and have a very Merry Christmas! :D
"Tucker? You really can't come tonight?" Sam raised an eyebrow at her friend as the three of them were sitting and eating lunch. "It's bowling!"
"Yeah, but old 3 point average wins every time." Tucker nudged Danny, but kept his eyes glued to his PDA. "Besides... I'm busy."
"Talking to Paulina?" Danny snorted. "No way is that going to last. She's just grateful you helped fix her computer."
"Danny!" Sam's brow wrinkled, taking that outraged tone she hoped never to inherit from her parents.
"And by fix it, I mean find the power button." Danny then shoved a forkful of lunch mush into his mouth.
"No, Sam, he's right." Tucker grinned. "So what if her code is a little redundant? This is so much better than a rebound!"
Before anybody could respond, two perfectly manicured hands squeezed Tucker's shoulders, pulling him away from the table. Tucker's face lit up.
"Oh, yes, Paulina!" Tucker jumped up. "Yes, I know you can't be with somebody who sits next to these two, I'll go to your table immediately!"
Paulina laughed, and pulled out her phone. "What, you? At the A-lister's table? No, you geek; my computer isn't turning on anymore!"
Danny turned his upper body around to look at the 'computer'. "You know that's called a phone, right?"
Paulina glared back. "Who told you to talk to me? Come on, geek; we're not hanging around these loosers."
Tucker grinned, mouthing, I'm not a looser! back at his friends as he was lead away. Sam rolled her eyes.
"Ah, well. Might as well let him enjoy the attention whilst it lasts." Sam grinned, scraping up the last bit of slightly-green mashed potato. "You still up for bowling? I've been practicing."
"On your private alley?" Danny snorted.
"Shhh, not so loud!" Sam stood up with her tray. "I'll take that as a yes. See you after class, Danny!"
Danny gave a half wave, not looking up from his meal. Shrugging her shoulders, Sam threw away the tray just as the bell rang. So she shouldered her bag and headed off to English class, a lesson that she did not share with either of her friends.
Already, some of Sam's more studious peers were seated. Mikey, who sat next to her, was deeply engrossed in a copy of Mice and Men; on closer inspection, one would notice the hardback was much thicker than its 107 pages and he kept glancing behind him, his cheeks shamefully reddened.
Sam sat down on her desk, but when she touched the surface her hand came away with some white powdery substance, almost like flour. She frowned and swept the powder up into a pile at the edge of her desk. Soon after that, Lancer came in and the hour passed slowly.
When the bell rang once again, it was PE. She changed in the locker room and entered the gym, rubbing her goosebumping arms. Tucker was still with Paulina - her green eyes flashing as the two talked - something that Sam didn't expect to be still going on. Danny was nowhere to be seen, so Sam found herself alone that lesson as well. She didn't mind it all that much.
When the last bell rang, Sam got changed once more and rushed out to the front of the school, where she saw Danny waiting.
"Hey! Ghost problems?" Sam asked as she got closer. The two started walking back to Danny's house.
"Yeah." Danny hitched up his backpack. "This white-haired ghost with a moustache. Called himself 'Bertrand'."
"Is that... the hunter?"
Danny rolled his eyes. "Skulker? You aren't even trying, Sam."
"Hey!" Sam nudged her friend. "Maybe I'd know all their names a little better if I was fighting them, right?"
"Yeah, you-" Danny blinked. "I know what you're getting at."
Danny walked a little faster, forcing Sam to catch up.
"Aww, lighten up! You don't think a partner would be good?"
"I've been perfectly fine these past few weeks on my own."
Sam shrugged. "Okay, Danny. I'll leave you alone about it, but... I don't know. It must be fun, staying up late and saving Amity Park from all these gho-!"
"Shut up!" Danny snapped. Then he sighed. "Look, can we please stop talking about this?"
"Okay, I'll stop." There was a moment of awkward silence. "Hey... your house is around the corner, right?"
"Yes, it is." They rounded said corner. "So, um, are you excited for bowling?"
"Of course I am!" Sam sounded overly enthusiastic. "Fridays are the best, am I right?"
"Totally." Danny opened the door for Sam. "And I've finished all my chores-"
"Son, is that you?" Jack shouted from upstairs. "You need to clean the lab! I forgot!"
"Really?" Danny shouted. "But you said-"
"Sorry! But we kinda left it in a mess! Please?"
"Fine!" Danny tore off his backpack and threw it on the floor. It sounded as if something inside broke. "Sorry, Sam. I've got to clean the stupid lab before we can go bowling.
"That's okay." Sam thought about saying something about the bag, but thought better of it. "I can help!"
"Good idea." The two started heading towards the kitchen. "Uh, thanks."
"Hey, I barely see your lab anyway, it'll be cool!" The two started descending the steps, and it was then that they got a glimpse of its state. "Or... messy. Really, really messy."
A shelf of prototypes had been knocked over, spilling leaky ecto-blasters and other miscellaneous inventions all over the floor. For good measure, the rack that was holding all of this mostly-useless machinery appeared to have been badly charred and was still smoking a little.
Danny breathed out a little in relief. "Okay. That's not as bad as I thought."
"Not as bad?" Sam asked incredulously. Her best friend cracked a smile for the first time.
"Trust me; you have to see it to believe it." He walked over and put his hands on the shelf. "Can you give me a hand with this, Sam?"
"Sure." The two of them managed to lift it back up to a standing position, but almost immediately one panel snapped off. Danny scratched his head.
"Ah, we really can't just put them back on it... How about we sort out the blasters from the other random stuff my parents invent, and then find a place on the other shelves to put them?"
Sam frowned. "Oh! So is that how they organise the lab?"
"Pfft, no." Danny offered no other explanation other than to bend down and make a pile of the blasters, so Sam shrugged and followed suit. In the eerie green light of the Ghost Portal, the two sorted the pile of prototypes into two piles and chucked the broken shelf into the Ghost Zone. By the end of it, ectoplasm had gotten up in their nails and the lines in their hands.
There was still a lot to do, but at that point Danny's ghost sense had gone off.
"Oh, great." Danny huffed. "Sorry, Sam. I just need to take care of-"
"Looking for me, kid?" Before he could react, a green blob phased through the ceiling and pinned him against the wall.
"Danny!" Sam looked around her, and grabbed one of the prototype blasters. She pointed it at the strange attacker, and fired. However, if Sam had had time to read the label she most likely would not have pulled the trigger at all. It was clearly named 'Fenton Backfire-er', so you can imagine exactly what happened.
A green gooey substance spurted out the back of the blaster and into Sam's eyes. She dropped it, her hands going instinctively to cover her burning sockets. She clenched her teeth and tried her very best not to scream, but a strangled yelp did escape her.
"Bertrand." Danny's voice came from the darkness. "Get out."
"Pushy, are we? I don't like your tone, young- oof! Ack!"
"I don't have time for you!" There was a final punching sound and the spirit disappeared, assumedly beaten back into the Ghost Zone. "Hah! He's gone, Sam. Did you see- Sam?"
Sam kept her eyes covered. "Yeah, so, these weapons are broken, and-"
"You didn't fire a prototype, did you?" Sam felt one of Danny's hands on her shoulder. The other wrapped around her right wrist, gently prying her hands away from her eyes.
She blinked, and could have cried with relief when she realised she could still see, albeit very blurry. Despite this, it was clear to see the unhidden fear and panic on Danny's face.
"You look-" Danny cleared his throat. "Beautiful! Um, green really suits you."
"What are you talking about?"
Danny shoved three fingers in front of her vision. "Tell me," He was speaking very quickly. "How many fingers can you see?"
Sam was about to respond correctly, but off to the side she saw what appeared to be the back of a girl with very long, grey hair. She slowly pointed. "Uh... that grey person?"
The girl turned, shock written into all of her features, and she realised that it wasn't just her hair that was grey. Her skin and clothes were like an old photo, but her face was so very familiar...
"Okay, uh, good. Great!" Danny's voice was an entire octave higher than normal. "You see grey people. That is totally the number of fingers I held up... You know what? I think I'm going to call Mom and Dad. Stay here!"
"But-!" Sam started to back away from the strange staring figure. Her mouth was moving, but no words came out.
"Don't touch anything! And don't look in the mirror!"