"Hope you like your potatoes, MASHED, Fentanyl," Dash said as he shoved Danny's face into his food tray.

Groaning and grumbling as he sat up and wiped off the mess, he turned to face the jock bully. "Did you just call me an opioid?" Danny questioned the other boy's choice of making nickname.

"It's the topic of debate in America right now," Dash blindly responded, then remembered after a second who he was speaking to. "I keep up on current politics," he shouted and bounced his football off Danny's head before walking away and laughing with his team mates.

"This wouldn't be so bad is Tucker or Sam were still here," Danny thought to himself as he moved his fork around lazily.

Three Weeks Ago

"In local news Ghost King Pariah Dark has seemingly been defeated, is this in anyway related to the actions of Amity Park's own Inviso-Bill, now to be known as Danny Phantom, I am Tiffany Snow, and this was Ghost Watch."

A lot of people were really scared after that incident, not just because it was another attack by a ghost but that it had affected them so much. There were talks of having the mayor declare a state of emergency, but the cowardly elected official declined. They didn't want even more government scrutiny into how they ran their town. Corruptly, would be a kind way to describe it.

So, families packed up and left. And Danny, well he had to say goodbye to his two best friends, the two people who knew his secret, that he knew of, as he didn't particularly count the ghosts that would come fight him or Vlad among those numbers, for other reasons.

"What we can't move, what about Danny," Tucker pleaded with his parents.

"Son," Maurice said as he packed boxes into a moving truck, one of many in the neighborhood. "We've been very patient with this whole ghost situation, but after what just happened, well. We can't take chance with your safety anymore." He said to Tucker as he closed the back door of the vehicle.

"And Danny is likely one of the safest in town, both his parents are ghost hunters," Angela said as she ushered her son into the family vehicle. "He'll be fine, and you can always text, call and video chat, I know you are good with your technology."

"But, he's," Tucker sighed, as a teen he didn't really have much of a say in the discussion of where he lived, and he just had to take solace in the fact that Danny would be without his best friend, but Sam would still be around, so he wouldn't be alone.

"No, this is insane, we can't leave now," Sam shouted as movers quickly cleaned out her room cartoonishly fast. "What about Danny," she angrily stomped after her parents who were directing the teams to empty their mansion as quickly as possible.

"That Fenton boy, will just have to live with his kooky parents," Pam said as she dismissed another team with more furniture.

"Those kooky parents of his, might I add are one of the few reasons this town is still standing," Sam shot back as she grabbed random boxes to put on the floor, only for them to get picked up moments later as she chased down her mother. "Dad, please you gotta see reason, we can't just leave"

Jeremy smiled at his daughter, "Sorry sweetie, property values are tanking as it is, that's reason enough to leave, the recent influx of the undead are just speeding up the process." He turned away from his daughter and talked on a phone, "Yes, sell, and then invest in the new DALV corporation, I have good information that this one will be a winner."

Sam went into her barren room and screamed in frustration. "Well at least Tucker will stay here to try and keep Danny company while I figure a way back," she grumbled and kicked a box, before grabbing her foot and hopping around. "Ow, encyclopedias, ow."

And that's how in the span of a weekend, as he lay in bed recovering from pushing himself to his absolute limits to stop Pariah Dark, Daniel Fenton lost both his best friends. During his recovery the only ghost attacks had been from the ectopuses and the box ghost was sighted once or twice raiding shoe stores for empty boxes.

Danny was at least grateful that he had some time to catch up on his missing assignments and get a few more hours of sleep each night.

Danny slumped into his seat at the back of the class of Lancer's science class. Danny had to give the man credit, for a Vice-Principal he sure can substitute for a lot of classes. Lancer walked over to the board and erased a crude drawing of him and a ghost in, intimate, acts. "Clever," he grumbled and looked at the diminished number of students, barely half remained of the population and the well-read man didn't need to be a genius to see the writing on the wall that if something wasn't done that number would decrease.

"Class," Lancer cleared his throat. "Because of how few of you there are anymore," he said. Many students understanding why many of their friends and had left town. "I would like to begin more group projects, I can see that some of you," he took a glance at the sole occupant of the back table.

Lancer noticed that after Daniel had been hospitalized, one of the worst victims of the attack, the boy had managed to catch up on all his previously missed work and even without the lenient grading Daniel gave, the answers were correct or insightful. But even if he was blind as an H. G. Wells character, he could see the boy was closing off. His parents constantly off battling ghosts, his sister moved out of state for college, the only two people he regularly 'hung out' with moved out of town.

Lancer smiled about how happy Daniel will be to be interacting with people again.

"So I will pair off you based on grades, expectations and other factors," Lancer said proudly. "Paulina, Mikey, Brittany," the Latina groaned while Mikey pumped his fists. "Dale, Nathan and Hannah," the three switching seats to make it easier. "Dash, Star and," Lancer said.

Danny was barely paying attention in class, as usual, he heard names being called and then realized something, "I'm the only one left."

"Daniel," Lancers voice rang in his head over and over.

"Ugh, we get the dweeb," Dash shouted. "And not even the geek dweeb." The jock folded his arms and huffed.

Star looked at Danny and wiggled her fingers. "Maybe it's not so bad," Star admitted, remembering the time she hung out with him and his friends, when she fake dated Tucker.

Danny grabbed his bag and moved to sit with the blondes, as it was easier for him to move then both of them. Dash shoved his shoulder, "You better not screw this up or I'll pummel you into ectoplasm and give you to your parents."

"I'm not a ghost Dash," Danny sighed. He knew Dash had no idea of his secret, if he did, the jock would either be worshiping him or turning him over to the government, and Danny didn't know which was worse.

"Not yet, I'd have to kill you first, then you'd come back," Dash started to explain how his vague threat worked, stopping as he realized something. "If I have to explain the beating it's not going to hurt as much."

Danny shook his head. "Come on guys, it's not that bad, we don't even know the assignment yet, so let's just hear about it before any one threatens anyone else," Star interjected hoping to defuse the situation.

Lancer wrote on the board one word, Ghosts. "Seeing as this is the biggest thing in everyone's lives today, we will use ghosts as the subject in most of the classes moving forward. So the science in this will help us better understand them," Lancer said to an interested class.

Danny had to admit this was actually something he might do well in, even if he wasn't a half-ghost his extensive knowledge of them from his parents alone should at least guarantee an A, and maybe he could spread some accurate knowledge instead of the propaganda peddled by the Guy's in White.

"Huh, isn't this great," Star clapped excitedly.

Dash stared at her with a look of confusion, "How is this great, we have to study ghosts."

"Uhuh," she nodded with a big smile on her face. "And who is the person in our group with the most knowledge of ghosts, probably in the whole school," Star posed the question.

"Uh, me?" Dash guessed.

Star slapped her face. "No silly, Danny," she shouted and pulled him closer. The unexpected movement causing him to yelp. "He's gonna be amazing at this project."

The other groups overheard this and realized how advantageous having Danny on their team would have been so they groaned in realization.

"Hey look at that FenTina, guess we're coming to your house today," Dash said.

"Ugh," Danny went limp in his seat. "Because that's how I wanted to spend my day, with Dash, doing ghost stuff."

Author's Notes: I try to branch out into other fandoms. I like Kixen's work in the Danny Phantom community, don't really care for Sam and Tuckers hit or miss half the time with how dedicate to Team Phantom he is.

So I wanted to try something I had not seen before, adults acting like adults and getting the hell out of dodge.

Updates will come sporadically and this will certainly be different tone and style than my other stories I have.