A DANNY PHANFIC
I absotively, posolutely DISOWN DANNY PHANTOM OR ANY CHARACTERS RELATED TO DANNY PHANTOM. Butch Hartman owns the the show. Not me...but I DO own this phanfiction, so please DO NOT steal it and call it your own. You MAY save it to read or add a link to it but DO NOT steal it. I've been working VERY hard on it the past year (since March 2006). Anything relating to Season 3 of DP (that's "Eye for an Eye" and up) is just coincidence (sp). I know that Danny gets rid of his ghost powers in "Phantom Planet", but I had that idea for my fic WAY before I saw that eppie.
(BTW, please don't freak b/c I have Danielle's name spelled "Dani" instead of "Danni". Dani is the shortened version of Danielle - that's why it's like that.)
ONE
Fourteen-year-old Danny Fenton watched listlessly as his English teacher -Mr. Lancer-paced back and forth across the floor of his small office, lecturing him about his grades and attention span. The deep blue of Danny's eyes were almost hidden as his teacher rambled on. 'How can he talk like this?' Danny wondered shaking off sleep. He hadn't exactly gotten his required nine hours of sleep for the past few days because of all the ghost activity. First it was Technus with his rampage of speeches (again)-an easy catch. Then the Box Ghost on his usual rounds. And then every other ghost he'd ever fought streaming out of the ghost zone.
"DANIEL!" Mr. Lancer commanded sharply. "Have you been listening to a SINGLE word I've said in the past"-he glanced at the clock- "20 minutes?" He noticed Danny stare blankly at him. Lancer searched the face of the preoccupied teen that sat before him. Bags had placed themselves under Danny's eyes-obvious to lack of sleep, Lancer noted. 'He looks like he's been fighting all night, and then he expects to sleep in my class? Unless he's studying all night-which I highly doubt!' Mr. Lancer observed.
Danny shook himself and started to search through his pocket as Mr. Lancer started ranting on again about how his GPA was dropping, how he failed quizzes (even the easiest), and whatnot. 'Why me?' Danny thought as he felt through his pocket. Paperclips, dice from last night's game of Yahtzee with the folks, notes from Sam and Tuck, gum wrappers. 'Why can't I be like everyone else? Why do I have to have the ghost powers? Why do I have to protect everyone that's anyone from ghosts? Why do'- he cut himself off when he found what he was looking for. A quarter.
"…and as for your attendance record, well..." Mr. Lancer sighed. "I won't even go there." He stopped mid-lecture to glance at Danny, not expecting the least bit of sympathy from the boy. Instead, he found the raven-haired teen flipping a quarter to keep himself busy.
Danny looked up to find a very unimpressed bald man glaring down at him. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said smart-alecky. "Did I interrupt your VERY important lecture?" Danny looked at Mr. Lancer with a very silly expression on his face. It was the kind us kids know and love: the 'tick-the-teacher-or-parent-off' smile.
"Daniel," his teacher started back on with his ranting. Danny slumped back in his chair when his ghost sense went off. Covering it with a yawn, he nervously looked around the room. His shifty eyes finally spotted the ghost.
"Plasmius," Danny growled. The halfa smiled at him slyly, waving a wave that made you fume with anger.
Mr. Lancer stopped again. "Danny, I try hard, REALLY hard, to give my students an education. And when I fail at giving them one"- here he dramatically put his hand to his forehead-"it just breaks my heart."
"I'm sure it does," Danny mumbled. Vlad waved again, and this time he started to creep up behind Danny's unsuspecting teacher. After mocking Mr. Lancer's movements, Vlad then thought it would be funny to beat up Lancer. He started to power up a plasma blast. Vlad smiled and nodded his head as he danced the ecto-ray from one hand to the next. His red eyes gleamed with the enjoyment of taunting his teen nemesis. Danny shook his head and frowned at Vlad's attempt-even if it would be pretty funny.
"Is there something wrong?" Mr. Lancer glared at Danny. Danny panicked. He had to find a way to distract Lancer's attention away from his lecture that way Danny could beat the living crap out of Vlad.
"Um…" Danny thought quickly. "S-some kid's trying to crawl through that car out there!" He gasped. "Oh my gosh! I think it's YOUR car Mr. Lancer!" Vlad smiled again. Everything was falling right in place.
"WHAT?!?" Lancer ran to the window leaving Danny in peace for the moment. Danny took the moment to quickly, and quietly, power up his own ecto-blast, but since Vlad had been holding onto his ray for a few minutes now, he fired first. The blast hit Danny in the chest full force, throwing him up against the back wall. 'You fool' Vlad mouthed.
"Daniel?" The wall that Danny had knocked into started to crack. Lancer watched as the nearest filing cabinet fell on Danny's leg. Danny cried out as pain shot up and down his leg. The crack in the wall soon spread to the ceiling.
Tears streamed down Danny's face-some out of anger, but most out of pain. Vlad and Lancer just gawked at the sight of Danny in so much pain (Vlad hanging back as not to be seen), one wondering what to do, and the other wondering if his plan was going "as planned" anymore.
"I knew we shouldn't have agreed to hanging around till Danny's lecture was over!" Tucker Foley absentmindedly complained. "I mean, I could be doing SO MUCH right now!" He and Sam Manson were waiting around for Danny's talk with Mr. Lancer to be over.
Sam looked disgustedly at her African-American friend. "And by 'so much' you mean sitting around and playing with electronics?"
"Naturally," Tucker pulled his PDA from his pocket. Tucker was soon engaged himself in a game, so Sam-with nothing better to do-peered through the window of Mr. Lancer's office. She could see Lancer pacing back and forth. Danny's eyes followed his every movement. He sat up in his chair and started to rummage through his pocket until he found a quarter, and started to play with it. Lancer started to paced again, obviously not pleased with whatever answer Danny had given him seconds earlier, and regained his lecture.
A figure stepped out from behind Lancer and mocked him by following his movements. His black hair, red eyes, and suit gave away his position. Danny's ghost sense went off and he glanced around the room, his eyes resting on the ghost. Sam turned away from the window quickly.
"Tucker!" Sam cried. "We have to help Danny! Vlad's after him and he can't morph 'cause Lancer's there!"
Tucker looked up hurt. "But, Sam," he whined. "I'm right in the middle of"- Sam grabbed his shirt collar.
"If you don't help me help Danny," she threatened, "I swear to God that I will destroy that PDA."
Tucker nodded wide-eyed. "Got it," he whispered.
Both friends turned to the window just in time to see a pink plasma-blast hit Danny square in the chest and he was thrown from his chair against the back wall. They watched as the wall cracked. The, suddenly the nearest cabinet fell over onto Danny's leg. He yelled out in pain.
"DANNY!" Sam burst through the door with Tucker hot on her heels. She stood next to Lancer and Vlad quickly sank through the floor with a worried look on his face.
"Well," Tucker started happily, "at least he didn't use his ghostly wail!" Sam glared at him, Lancer looked questionably at him, and Danny just cringed as more pain shot up his leg.
Sam ran over and knelt next to Danny. "Danny, are you okay?" An obvious question, but the only one she could think of to ask at the moment.
Danny looked up into her face of his Goth friend and touched her cheek. He forced a weak smile. "Y-yeah, Sam." He groaned. "I'm…I'm fine." He tried to move but stopped when more pain met his movements. Danny gasped at the newfound pain.
Danny's blue eyes met Sam's violet ones and he forced another smile. She slightly smiled back, a little comforted in his confidence. The crack in the wall suddenly decided to break off a chunk of the ceiling which hit Danny on the top of the head. The last thing he saw was Sam. Tucker and Lancer stood back, stupidly wondering what to do. Then, darkness.