I came up with this idea while driving back home from a full day of not being at home. I decided to keep this as like a little side project--like filling it with shorts (oneshots) and maybe a few part-ers. I always wondered what it would be like if Danny was an older sibling, and I know I won't get writer's block on this becasue I'm an expert at being an older sibling--it's such a drag but it can be fun at times too. Now I never had a sibling that's fourteen years younger then me, but it does happen--just look at my mom's boss--so with that thought in mind--happy reading!
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"To bad Lancer decided to teach juniors again this year," Tucker said as he struggled with his book load in his bag.
"I know, it's like he's out to get us or something," Danny said, easily carrying his load because of his enhanced ghost strength—something that Tucker glared at him for.
"You would think the man would retire one of these days," Sam said, carrying her bag with the same ease as her boyfriend was, but only because she actually exercised.
Tucker's idea of an 'activity' was rubbing his thumbs against the joy sticks on his game-control.
"Can you guys slow down?" he panted as he saw his friends round the corner onto Danny's block.
"Can you speed up?" Sam asked sarcastically—she knew he really couldn't. "That's the problem with you carnivores, too much fat and protein in your diet."
"Don't you need fats and proteins?" Danny asked.
"Not as much as Tucker scoffs down in every meal," Sam scoffed. "He could feed a whole pride of lions with just his breakfast intake."
"Hey, I resent that!" Tucker yelled as he had just rounded the corner.
Sam and Danny waited for him on the stoop of Fenton Works and when the trio was once again complete, they went inside.
"Hey kids!" Jack Fenton said as he walked into the room, intent on going into the lab but his attention had been diverted with the door opening and he ran straight into the wall instead. "Well played wall, well played."
"Um, your dad does know he's talking to a badly painted wall right?" Sam whispered to Danny.
"I'm not sure," Danny said with a shrug. "I'll worry when he starts blasting it and he starts to accuse it of hiding ghosts."
"That's weird dude," Tucker said.
"It's normal to me," Danny said as he walked into the kitchen. "You should have seen what he did with the toaster when I was six. It's the whole reason why I won't eat toast anymore."
"What about turkey?" Tucker asked.
"Hey, you would want to run too if Thanksgiving dinner tried to eat you back," Danny defended himself. "Besides, Mom's been banned from cooking with any kinds of meats. The only things that don't come alive are her desserts."
"Then what do you eat man?" Tucker asked baffled.
"That is if you eat at all," Sam said taking a seat at the table.
Danny was about to answer when he almost tipped over as a restraint came and entrapped his legs. He looked down and saw the last thing he wanted to see.
"Tyler, get off of me," Danny said, trying to get out of his younger brother's arms without phasing him off.
"Play with me Dan-Dan?" the three-year-old asked with a big smile at his older brother.
"Not now Ty," Danny said, finally shrugging him off of his legs, "I've got company."
"Hi Tuck! Hi Sam!" Ty waved at them.
"Hi Ty," the other two said at the same time.
"Come on guys, let's go up to my room," Danny grabbed his bag as he walked out of the kitchen.
Sam and Tucker followed him, Ty following as well.
"Ty, when I said 'guys' I meant Sam and Tucker, not you," Danny said turning around to see his brother at his bedroom door.
"But I want to play too," the toddler whined.
"We're not playing Ty, we're doing homework."
Ty gave him a blank look. Danny had to admit that he was kind of cute when he looked clueless. Ty had red hair like his mother and sister, but had the same intense blue eyes that his brother had. He was also a quarter of Danny's size which meant the three-year-old had to tip his head almost all of the way back to look his brother in the face.
"Here Dan-man, let me try," Tucker said, getting up and striding over.
He bent down to be on Ty's eye level and stared intently at the boy. Ty became a little nervous and eventually started to back away from the door and run back down the stairs.
"Mommy!" he yelled in fright.
"Wow, nice going Tuck," Danny clapped his friend on the shoulder in a job well done.
"Hey it freaks girls out, it had to do something with little kids," Tucker smiled.
"I think that was just plain mean," Sam said, frowning at the boys. "Ty just wanted to know what we were doing."
"He doesn't understand what we do Sam, no matter how many times we explain it," Danny grumbled, flipping his history text to the right page while going over to his desk. "It's like his brain starts over every morning and he forgets what he's been told the day before. Do you know how annoying it is to be asked the same questions over and over?"
"He's only three, he's bond to not understand some things," Sam scolded.
"Sam, the only things that he understands are those stupid Barney songs on PBS," Danny argued back. "Let's hurry up and get something done before he comes back."
"We should have gone over to my house to study," Tucker grumbled as he settled onto the bed with his history as well.
"Believe me Tuck, Ty would have found some way to bug us there too," Danny said as he flipped the page.
"Can we just concentrate on our homework and complain about Ty a little less?" Sam asked, getting really ticked off now.
"Sorry," Danny said shaking his head.
They had gotten at least three subjects done and were about to work on math when Danny's ghost sense went off.
"Oh crap," Danny said looking out his window to see a familiar wish-granting ghost fly by. "It's show time guys."
"Right," they both said, gathering their books in a hurry and rushing down the stairs.
They said good bye to the Fenton parents and went outside. They waited for Danny to show up in the alley beside his house so that they could go after Desiree together, but Danny didn't show up as fast as he normally did.
"What's keeping him?" Tucker asked.
Inside Fenton Works, Danny had just about been ready to go ghost when Ty walked in on him.
"Play with me Dan-Dan?" Ty asked, seeing Tucker leave the house and thought it safe to go up to his brother's room and ask again.
"I can't play right now Ty, and do you know it's not nice to just walk in on people without knocking first?"
"Oh," Ty said, obviously confused.
He took a few steps back and knocked on the door then came rushing back in.
"Now will you play with me?" he asked eagerly.
"No Ty," Danny sighed. "I've got . . . important things to do right now. Now get out of my room."
"Play with me Dan-Dan!" Ty demanded, grabbing Danny's arm viciously and not letting go.
"Get off of me Tyler!" Danny demanded, but of course the toddler wouldn't give up very easily. "Tyler, get off before I throw you off!"
It was just a bluff of course, but Danny knew just how gullible his younger brother could be—apparently he wasn't gullible enough right now. Danny pried Ty's fingers from around his lower-arm and shoved him out of the room, shutting the door with a loud bang and locking it. Ty started to bang on the door but Danny ignored him, turning ghost and phasing through his wall.
"Where were you?" Sam asked him as they joined up in the alley.
"Held up by a midget," Danny grouched. "Are we going to get Desiree or not?"
His friends didn't say a word about it as they raced off after the ghost.
It was almost midnight when Danny returned home. He phased back into his room, hoping that no one noticed that he was gone for that long, and took out the thermos. It was almost completely full because Desiree wasn't the only one to decided to show up that night. Danny turned back human and unlocked his door to head downstairs and into the lab.
He looked down the hall to make sure no one was around. The coast was clear and he walked down to the lab quietly. The only sounds were the ping of the portal opening and closing as he finished flushing the ghosts back into the Ghost Zone. He walked back upstairs and got ready for bed but he saw a lump in his bed covers when he walked back into his room.
"Ty what are you doing?" Danny asked him, pulling the covers off of the toddler.
Ty was asleep. He must have come in when Danny went downstairs to empty the thermos. Sighing, the teen hero scooped his younger brother into his arms and carried him to his own room. Ty's trundle bed was in the corner of what use to be Jazz's room before she went off to college in a different state. Danny tucked Ty in and was about to leave the room when he heard a noise coming from behind him.
"Dan-Dan?" Ty asked sleepily.
"Go back to sleep Ty," Danny said quietly. "I'll see you in the morning."
"But I can't find Hoodie," Ty whined sleepily.
Hoodie was Ty's favorite stuffed animal—a panda-bear with a green sweatshirt. He took it everywhere with him like his security blanket and he never went to sleep without it near him.
"When did you last see Hoodie?" Danny asked him.
"I don't know," Ty whined, looking ready to cry.
Danny walked back over to the bed and got on his hands and knees. He knew that if Ty went to bed with Hoodie, then the stuffed toy was most likely under the bed or night stand. His first guess was right as he brought the bear out from under the dusty realm of under the bed and handed it to Ty.
"Here he is," Danny said handing it to his brother. "Now sleep please?"
"Okay," Ty said, hugging the bear close to him.
Danny put the covers back over Ty's shoulders.
"'Night little bro," Danny said, walking out of the room.
Ty had already fallen back asleep.
Danny had gotten ready for bed and had climbed in said piece of furniture, when he jumped back out in surprise and disgust. Ty wasn't completely potty trained yet and this was yet more proof of that fact.
"I hope you don't make this a habit Ty," Danny grumbled as he grabbed his spare pillow and blanket to sleep on the couch.
I guess I should point a few things out here now that I think about it. Danny and his friends are now seventeen and just starting their junior year of highschool. I was seventeen when I started my junior year just becasue I was born in September. Ty's three so he was born when Danny was fourteen and when Jazz was sixteen--just like on the show. I'll explain more on the nickname Ty has for Danny in the next segment--and a lot more brotherly fluff then there was in this one. I need to get Danny to lighten up.