Authors Note: I hope you guys aren't mad at me for not updating my other stories first, but this was bugging me for like, ten seconds, and then I grabbed a pen and wrote it down. Couldn't help it.

Disclaimer: Like, I so totally do not own Danny Phantom if I did, you would be like, the first people 2 know. Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon, like, own the show. Totally.

"Sneeze"

Chapter 1: Early Symptoms (Prolouge)

"Mr. Fenton!" Mr Lancer remarked as the fourteen year old boy jumped out of his seat, wiping the drool of the side of his face.

"I would really appreciate it if you didn't sleep in my class, let alone drool on my desks! Detention!" he barked.

"Yes sir..." sighed a now wide eyed Danny. He couldn't help falling asleep now that the nightly ghost attacks had increased. There was also the fact that Danny felt like he was coming down with something.

Mr. Lancer went back to his daily lectures that droned on and on. In this particular case, it was on the work of Edgar Allen Poe, which was enough to put Danny asleep any day.

Today however, Sam passed Danny a note hoping it would keep him out of any further trouble.

"Watch it Danny,"it read,"one more detention and you'll get a two-hour Friday detention! That means you'll get grounded and we won't have that sleepover you've been dying for. You know, the one that gives you a break for a night because we'll be there. "

Danny read the note, wrote his response, carefully folded it and then passed it to her.

"I know. But these ghosts are just so annoying. I'm loosing so much sleep! I really do need that free night..."

Sam looked at Danny after reading it and then wrote back.

"Yea, 'bout that.. Are you feeling ok? You look a little flushed."

Danny read and then wrote back, "I'm just feeling a little tired. Probably allergies. You know how bad I get in the fall. Itís kinda bad this year but Iím fine.î

Danny passed the note to Sam and after she read it she looked back, still unconvinced.

Both teens turned their attention back to their teacher, who was now quoting his favorite poem, 'The Raven.'

ìAh, I distinctivly remember that bleak December. When each dying ember wrought their ghost across the floor--"

"Achooo!" A loud sneeze echoed across the room right after a blue mist escaped Danny's lips.

"Bless you." Mr. Lancer eyed Danny before going back to his poem.

"--Quoth the Raven Nevermore."

Mr. Lancer looked up from his poem only to see Danny Fenton falling out of his chair onto the floor.

"Mr. Fenton?"

Yay! I'm finally done the first chappie! (Kim, stop IMing me when I tell you I'm typing fanfiction!) Anyway, this is short on purpose cause it's just the prolouge. KK, review and tell me your thoughts. Thankie! Next updates: My Big Fat Rich Prom (NEW), Defining Normal, The Satellite, and Know Your Fruitloops (NEW). Your Mine is currently on haitus. cough I only have one review cough After that, back to this story. Kay? Byes! -M.M