A/N: I return! With something new!...Yay?=D
There are a handful of Oc's-nothing big though. For deadlydaisy808's challenge, here's the prompt I chose: - For the class senior trip they have all elected to go to a ski resort. Of course on the way there the charter bus flips over a cliff. Danny is able to prevent any deaths, but some serious injuries are not evaded. With the muscle of the class severely wounded (i.e. Dash, Kwan, Valarie, Sam) and Mr. Lancer also in less than top condition. Can the geeks and wimps of the class pull it together and pull them all through? Do they even want to save the people who bully them every day? But what pushed them off the cliff in the first place? Danny has a feeling it might have been more than just a strong gust of wind.
"Danny! Danny! Can you hear me!" a familiar voice called from what seemed like a distance.
"Danny! C'mon dude, wake up!"
"Tuck...?" I groaned as consciousness rushed back to me. Painfully, I might add.
Said techno-geek sighed, "Don't do that! Do you know I thought you were dead?" He demanded.
"Sorry Tuck, I'll keep that in mind next time I forcefully lose consciousness." I muttered sarcastically, slowly sitting up, "Where's everyone one else?" I asked.
"Over there." He pointed to the bus that now lay on its side, smashed in around the edges as though it were a piece of crumpled paper, windshield shattered. Lancer, the bus driver, and the rest of our class were gathered by its side, a few feet away.
Said teacher glanced over, "Fenton! Foley! For the love of literature, get over here now!"
Standing, Tuck helped me up, and with a mumbled, "Thank you," we joined the rest of the group.
After a brief check over for any serious wounds, Lancer returned his attention to those who were injured. That group consisted of Dash, Kwan, Valerie, and Sam.
Seeing us, Sam beckoned us over and as we sat near her I whispered, "What happened?"
"Alright class! Settle down! We're about an hour away from our destination-and I wanted to remind you of some key rul-"
Suddenly there was a screech; the bus veered towards the guard rail, screams rose from all around, and some people stood.
"Witch of Blackbird Pond! Everyone grab hold of something!" Lancer yelled, crouching and clutching the leg of his seat.
Most people copied that action, but as the bus hit the rail and proceeded to crash through it, the snow around the landscape and falling softly from the sky made the windshield a wall of white as some students were tossed to the front.
Standing myself I caught hold of the rack running above the seats to see the students were Dash and Kwan, and that even as they stood, the bus hit the snow, tipping abruptly to it's side, sending the carry on bags we had tumbling to the floor.
More screaming. Glancing around, I saw everyone else with their heads down or eyes clenched shut, hanging on to whatever they could grab for dear life.
Skipping over my 'battle cry' so as not to draw attention, I changed forms, phasing through the bus to see what could be done to stop the now rolling vehicle that was gaining speed with each flip-heart sinking as I realized there really wasn't anything I could do. If I tried to stop it by getting in it's path I'd be crushed, if I tried to use my ice powers it could seriously hurt everyone inside, and phasing it would do nothing.
Growling I turned to see if maybe there was something ahead to use.
And saw trees. Lots of them.
Re-entering and switching to Fenton the bus I called out the warning, "TREES!" in hopes of preventing anymore injuries than were necessary.
But as I crouched to grab hold of something I heard a cry for help and reflexively glanced around to see Valerie's grip slipping as the bus somersaulted once again.
Without thinking I'd let go of my own anchorage and-with a little help from my ghostly side-jumped to catch her.
And missed.
"DANNY!" I heard Sam yell-and before I could turn I felt myself slammed into something and I lost track of what happened.
"Are you serious?" Sam asked flatly, taking me out of my reverie, "The bus flipped! What do you think happened!"
"I know that! But why?"
"How should I know? Maybe the road was icy." she snapped, and I noticed that she held her right arm close to her chest.
"Or the wind was really strong." Tuck threw in.
Frowning, I shook my head, "Maybe..."
"After you passed out, the bus kinda slowed, 'cause the slope straightened out, we lost velocity-we never came close enough to hit the trees." Tuck started to fill in, "And when it stopped Lancer had everyone exit the bus, and had us help out the others who couldn't. I got you and Sam out." he added.
"I'd be more worried about how we're getting out of here than how this happened." Sam stated lightly.
Looking around I realized she was right.
"What's wrong with the others?" I asked, sparing a quick look around to make sure we weren't being listened to.
"Well...Val's still unconscious, Dash thinks he broke some ribs, Kwan's leg was all twisted under him-he can't stand on it, and Sam really hurt her arm when she reached out to help you - I think she dislocated her shoulder." he said, counting off the injuries on his fingers. He shrugged, "Most everyone else is bruised in some way, but it could've been worse."
"Right..." I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. Now how was I going to get everyone out of here? 'Cause much as I didn't like Dash and Kwan, they really would have been a help-as would Sam and Val-and now it looked like they could be counted out of the rescue plan.
So that left Lancer, the driver, Tuck, Mikey, Star, Paulina, Kyle, Steve, Sylvia, Alex, Tyler, Nick, and I.
I'll be honest...not the most promising of groups.
For one thing-the driver was muttering to herself "The wheel! I-it was just pulled out of my hands!" and Paulina and Star didn't seem the type to do well in a crisis - if their frantic whispered conversation were any hint, and to be honest, none of them really had the muscle we'd need to get the others up the incline safely.
"Now I need everyone to remain calm!" Lancer called out, and turning towards him I noted the mixture of disbelief and disgust on most of the students' faces. But no one looked about to panic.
"We need to head back up the slope, and try to get help!" Lancer continued, "To do this we'll need a way to help certain students up! So lets see if we can find-" but whatever we were going to find was lost as Lancer turned towards the woods and winced, paling.
"Are you alright sir?" Alex asked as he helped Lancer sit.
"Just fine." Lancer said, wincing again.
Great, and now I could count Lancer out too. And I couldn't just go Phantom without people wondering where Fenton went. Things kept getting bleaker and bleaker.
As the rest of the students broke into whispered conversations I stood, "He's right." I said loudly, drawing some curious looks. Clearing my throat, I went on, "We need to find a way to get everyone back to the road. Ideas?"
A moment of silence, then, "I'm not doing anything to help them."
Turning I found Mikey glaring at Dash and Kwan, who returned the look.
"Why not?"
"Just wait till we get back to school!" Dash snarled threateningly.
"That's why! You can just freeze here!" Mikey snapped.
As Lancer protested, Dash and Kwan yelled insults and threats, I saw the majority of the unharmed students side with Mikey.
Which made sense-Alex and Steve were in band, Tyler, Kyle, and Sylvia were on the chess team, and Nick and Mikey were just plain smart. Thus throwing them all in the category of 'nerds,' meaning none of them were exactly friends with the two hurt football players. Normally I'd understand their hostility, but right now it was a huge set back.
"Guys, just - guys! Hello!" I waved my arms trying to get their attention and failing, "GUYS!" I shouted, hearing my voice echo off and away.
Again all eyes turned to me, "We don't have time for this right now! We have to get up the slope and find help before it gets dark and we freeze!" I ignored the fact that said freezing may take a while since everyone had gear for skiing.
"So we go up, get help, and come back." Nick said, shrugging.
"We can't do that, we don't know if we can even find help out here!" I argued, aware of everyone else watching the conversation head downhill.
"All the more reason to leave them, they'd slow us all down!" Mikey retorted.
"I'm not leaving my friends here!"
"Of course we won't leave them. We can take Val, Lancer, and Sam then." Sylvia replied, rolling her eyes as though at the obviousness.
"No one is getting left behind! As your teacher and supervisor-"
"Then we all stay? Some plan that is." Mikey snorted, fixing his glasses.
"No-the plan is get everyone to the road-"
"Why?" he demanded, cutting me off, "Why should we help them?" he and the rest of his 'side' glared.
Growling I resisted the severe urge to face-palm, "Listen - I don't like Dash anymore than you guys do. It's not like he's made an effort to be a friend of mine, but do you really want to stoop to his level just for revenge?" though I'd like to think Dash wouldn't leave any of us to freeze.
Silence, then a grumbled, "...Yes..."
I believe I did face-palm here, at the sheer stubbornness in that answer.
"But..." but? That was welcome. Mikey glanced at his friends, who reluctantly shrugged or nodded, "I guess we can't..." he sighed.
"Because it's wrong?"
"Because if they die, we get in trouble."
Suddenly the rest of Mikey's group was eager to help. I'd face-palm again, but one is enough for a day - and they were going to cooperate now...
"Alright...now that that's settled...anyone have any ideas?" I asked sheepishly. After that chewing out, it seemed I knew exactly what to do.
"Well, we could see if some of the bus seats can come off-or find something flat, then use the shirts and jackets we packed to secure Dash, Kwan, and Val. Maybe make a harness of some kind to pull them up." Steve said quietly, shrugging.
"We could use the clothes to make a sling for Sam too, and maybe find a sturdy branch Lancer could use as a crutch." Sylvia added.
I nodded, "Sounds good. Mikey, you and Nick can go find a strong enough branch. Sylvia, Alex, and Steve, you can start on the sling and harnesses. Tuck and I'll see what we can do about the seats." Glancing at the rest of the party I added, "You guys...uh...supervise...?" and received glares and eyerolls.
Ignoring those, I followed Tuck to the emergency door on the back of the bus that hung open.
"It's how we got out." Tuck explained, catching my perplexed look.
"Ah." I answered, climbing in after him, I lowered my voice, "I can get the seats out." I said, letting a green glow cover my hands, "But how do we explain it?"
"We tell them we used this!" Tuck replied proudly, holding up a...
"...Why are you carrying a tube of lipstick and how will it help us?" this was almost as disturbing as the time Tuck was brought in to the principal's office dressed as Sam...SO wrong...
"It's not lipstick, it's one of your parent's inventions!" he answered exasperatedly, "After the whole 'hospital'," insert shudder here, "thing, I never leave without it!"
And with that we set to work cutting through the metal framework holding the seats up and together until we had four cushioned parts, that when laid down would act as sleds...or something to that effect...
To move things along and spare the boring dialogue, not to mention the lecture Mikey and his group gave on meidcal proceedures, we all bandaged people, gingerly moved them, then strapped them down - all under Lancer's careful supervision - I'll just say this. We got everyone settled and were making our way up - Kwan throwing snowballs while Dash demanded we pick up the pace - and I couldn't help but smile to myself, easily envisioning us making it up the slope and to help before nightfall even with breaks.
Only to have the moment ruined as the eerie feeling of being watched crept over me, sending chills down my spine. Freezing I scanned the area.
P.O.V Switch
Smirking slightly as Daniel froze while leading the others up the slope I shook my head slightly. He obviously sensed me nearby - or rather, something - but he wouldn't find out what.
Besides, as soon as he stopped a snowball hit him in the back and the boy he was pulling uphill with two others ordered him to get going once more.
Sparing said boy a glare and the area a final quick sweep he resumed his trek uphill, never noticing how the others had paused along with him.
No matter, it only meant things were going according to plan, and that Daniel was coming along nicely.
"Well done, little badger."
A/N: Annnd-END FAILURE!OTL I feel like I messed this up big time-especailly compared to her version of this...Ah well...
Now-I DO have a kinda sorta maybe plot to go with this...so...review?=3