Don't own Danny Phantom.
A/N: This story will take me slightly longer...or a lot longer to update, changed circumstances and whatnot. Anyway enjoy.
Anomaly
Chapter 1
As the young girl surveyed her surroundings, she couldn't help but think that High school was little more than a social experiment. It was the only place she had ever see humans so divided. The teen let out a long sigh as her eyes moved from table to table throughout the lunch room, noting how cliquish everyone was, including herself.
There was a table for every denomination of student. There was the popular kids, table practically filled to bursting with Jocks and cheerleaders. The band geeks, who seemed eternally stuck in there ridiculous uniforms. The nerds, there wasn't one among them who didn't wear glasses or have a pocket protector. Other groups worth of note included the punks, skaters, stoners, bookworms, and of course the girls own table, the Goths.
There was however one table that continued to confound her. Only two people sat at this particular table. One was someone she knew from her first year of high school, Tucker Foley. the other she had never been formally introduced to. She believed his name to be Donny....or was it Denny... the young goth wasn't sure which. The two of them were practically the only people in the school who didn't really fit in with any other group.
Tucker could be best defined as a carnivorous techno geek. The young girl had first encountered him during a dispute over the schools lunch menu. She had just convinced the staff to employ the ultra reclyo vegetarian meal plan, when the beret wearing carnivore had come out of nowhere with a petition to bring back the original menu, he hadn't even tried her food before declaring it garbage. She didn't hate him for it though, she wasn't too keen on the fact that all the boy ate was meat, but he heated debate with him was one of her more fond memories of her freshmen year.
The other boy at the table could only be described with two words, Painfully normal. The young goth had discovered that there was almost nothing outstanding about the boy. Though she had only seen him around a few times, mostly with his best friend, the only thing that stood out in her mind was his eyes. He had the most remarkably sky blue eyes she had ever seen. Not that she had been looking all that closely. There was one other thing that bugged her about him sometimes. She had noticed that every so often before something terrible happened, he would know.
Now the something terrible that the goth was thinking of wasn't what you would typically think of. There town had a particularly bad reputation... for being the most haunted town in the world. At the beginning of her first year of high school was the very first time she had seen a ghost in the flesh... well maybe not flesh. Over the course of the last eighteen months she had seen hundreds more, and they weren't the friendly kind she had always imagined. At the best of times they were malevolent and despicable. At the worst...well she didn't want to think about that. That Donny kid though... he seemed to be able to tell when the specters were going to show up. She often wondered why no one else seemed to notice this about him.
She eyed there table slowly. They were an anomaly...and she liked anomalies. Anything that was different was interesting to her. The young goth had often contemplated going over and trying to get to know the two of them. Sure she was part of the goth group but she often felt a little out of place at the dark depressing table. Sure she liked morbid poetry as much as the next girl but sometimes she wished for something a little more upbeat.
the young girl was about to look away from their table when a pair of sky blue eyes met her violet ones, and for a moment neither could look away. The goth tried to tear her eyes away but found it nearly impossible. As she began pooling her willpower, a breath escaped the boy. She could tell this because for whatever reason, she could see it. Despite the heat inside the cafeteria, she had seen his breath as if it was the middle of winter. The painfully normal boy jerked his head and averted his eyes, as he whispered something to the boy sitting next to him.
The goth kept an eye on them, as the two boys suddenly sat up and left the lunch room, leaving there trays behind. To her this meant one thing, something bad was about to happen. She began to hastily finish the lunch in front of her. Any minuet now a ghost was going to show up and she would never get a chance to Finnish.
As the young girl stuffed the last of her meal into her mouth something struck a chord... a power chord if you would believe it. closely followed by a pillar of blue fire that erupted from the center of lunchroom. As the fire cleared a lone figure could be seen standing stoically. It was the spirit of a young woman. She was a fairly common ghost around the town. Her name was Ember, the goth couldn't help but "Remember", and the apparition was exactly what she looked like. A rocker.
"HELLO CASPER HIGH!!!" The pale blue ghost yelled as she waved to the students, Most of whom had stopped mid chew when the spout of flames had begun. "ARE YOU READY TO ROCK!!!" she bellowed as she let loose another power chord. However instead of regular response this illicited which were cheers for the rocker to continue, she was met with a resounding cry of terror as every student in the room began to scramble for the exits.
Well all but one. The young goth was actually more interested in ghosts than afraid of them. And today she decided that running was out of the question...hiding however was decidedly a word in the question. As the rest of the students fled to the hallways the young girl darted behind the lunch counter before anyone would notice. It gave her a good view of the ghost while masking her presence.
As the lunchroom doors closed the spirit looked around the room unimpressed, as she slung her guitar over her shoulder.
"Tough crowd." Ember said dryly as she took a seat on the nearest table. "alright...come on out dipstick. I know your there." the ghost said crossing her arms.
The young goth panicked, how had she been found so easily. Granted she was dealing with a supernatural being. But she was sure she hadn't so much as breathed hard since taking up her hiding place. The young girls mind raced as she considered her options. She could make a break for the door, however since her adversary could fly that didn't seem like such a good idea. She could walk out slowly and beg for mercy...again it wasn't the greatest of plans. However she was saved from making any decision at all as the lunchroom doors suddenly opened, and someone entered. The young girl couldn't see who from her position, but she wasn't about to try and find out. From the look on Ember's face, this was the person she had been addressing.
"Ember...could you make your entrances a little less...flashy, and a little more after lunch. I didn't even get a chance to finish." complained an oddly familiar voice. "or maybe shown up during Lancer's class." the voice continued.
"Sorry Baby pop, you know I have to make a grand entrance, its just my style." the ghost said conversationally, as the unknown person stepped into the young girls vision. It was Tucker's friend, Mr. Painfully normal. She suddenly, really wanted to know what his name was so she sent her mind out to retrieve it something Fenton... Donny....Danny, that was it. Danny Fenton.
The young girls mind reeled at what she was seeing. One of the most normal people she knew, sort of, was having a normal conversation with a ghost. He was usually the first person to run from these kinds of situations. Whats more was that the ghost wasn't attacking or threatening him in any way, in fact it looked like she just came to have a chat with him.
" in any case, what did you want to talk about Ember. It better be important if you interrupted my lunch." Danny said with mock anger. "your not just trying to avoid your boyfriend are you." he said chuckling to himself a little.
"Ha. Very funny Dipstick." Ember said as she hopped off the table and landed next to the boy "No I just came give you a little forewarning." The ghost said wrapping one arm around his shoulders. " Johny and Kitty are going to hang around town for a bit this week, I'm putting on a concert later tonight at the park, and Youngblood is Haunting the playground outside the kindergarten...again." the apparition said it almost like she was giving a status report to her superior officer. " also skulker wanted me to let you know that the next time he sees you, your pelt will adorn his fireplace... or something like that." she said as Danny turned to face her.
"I'll deal with Youngblood later, but I told you I don't care what you guys do so long as you don't cause any trouble. If you guys play nice, ill play nice." he said pointing back and forth between himself and the female ghost.
Sam's mind couldn't seem to understand the situation. It was as if someone had thrown a monkey wrench into her brains gears, causing it to stop suddenly. Danny Fenton, possibly the biggest chicken out of anyone in the school was talking to this ghost like he was in charge.... and the crazy thing was that the ghost seemed to think the same thing.
"I didn't just come to check in with you, I also wanted to invite you and your four eyed friend to the concert." The blue haired ghost said as she produced two tickets from nowhere, and handed them to the young boy.
"I didn't know you cared." Danny said with thick sarcasm, as he took the tickets from her hand. The ghost dislodged herself from the boy and started to head for the nearest wall.
" I don't.. I just want someone there who can take care of that annoying hunter girl if she shows up." Ember stopping inches from the wall as she turned to look back at him. "anyway I have to go get ready, ill see ya later Dipstick" as the ghost finished her sentence she suddenly disappeared from sight.
"i really wish she'd stop calling me that." Danny said this as though he had said it a thousand times. The young boy then shrugged and grabbed an untouched roll off of a nearby lunch tray. " waste not want not." he said to himself as he made his way out of the lunchroom.
The young goth girl was unsure of what had just transpired. It was so mindbogglingly strange that it defied all logic, and as such it merited further investigation. She was going to have to keep an eye on the blue eyed boy from now on. Even if she had to spy on him for the rest of there time in high school she was going to figure out what was going on.
"Samantha Manson, secret agent." she thought wryly to herself. "yeah right."
