Unfused
a Danny Phantom facfiction
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A/N: I know, I know what you're thinking... "why have you started
a new story when you still have that oneshot series to start and a
crossover to update?" Well, this plot was cannoning in my brain and I
I wanted to do it. So deal with it *smirk.*
Notes: - Ghost-Speak in German in this fanfic. Translations are where I think they are needed.
- Updates may be slow because I have horses to ride and Christmas to celebrate! YAY!
- Sometimes I'm making Danny wear different kind of outfits! Also his eyes are two diff colours :'] just like mine, yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or any of the characters in this fanfiction!
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Chapter One
The New Kid
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|| Amity Park, just outside the city ||
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"Amity Park..." Samantha Manson, though she would most likely murder you if you called her that, barely even had time to read the sign that would announce their location, before her mother pressed the engines on their expensive cherry red Ferrari 290 MM into their new homes' city boundries. The tops of buildings sliced into the circle of the blood-red sun, glowing against the gorgeous rays of colour that eventually tapered out into a stunningly clear aqua sky; some orange, some purple, some yellow, all vibrant and alive. There was a light chuckle from the front of the car, and Sam guessed that her parents were studying the areas they passed at speeds you'd think were illegal. Trust them to start laughing at the middle-class places around their newest home - they always held something about somewhere or someone who happened to be poorer then they were. Yes, the Mansons were dirty rich, though Sam never enjoyed acting like they were. She liked to think she was just an average fourteen-year-old girl with average grades and an average life. She'd meet average people and go to an average school and she'd just be average. "Muuum," Sam moaned lightly, brushing a strand of glossy raven hair over her shoulder, "when are we gonna get there...?"
"Sammy-kins, be patient. We just have to get through this crummy place and we'll be there," her mother chirped in response, sourly leaning forward in her comfortable pleather seats (Sam would never get in the car if it was real leather, so they got the next best thing). Sam cringed at the nickname and opened her window by a few short fractions.
"Crud," her father hissed in annoyance though the silence, "traffic."
"Agh, when does anything ever go right on car journeys?!" Sam pretended to throw a punch at the window, and her striking violet orbs glared out of the newly polished glass. They were stuck in an adorable neighborhood; cute houses lined the streets, each one looking decently well cared for and nicely made. There was one house that really stood out, though. It was a dusty red brick, with an odd neon sign flashing the word 'Fenton' out of the side and a ginormous metal thing attached to the roof. Sitting back in her seat, Sam frowned. What sort of family would have that on their house? She instantly felt sympathy for any teenagers who lived there, and then sucked in a long breath of cold air that blew from the slightly open window. Basking in the silence and still studying the cringworthy house/steel thingy hybrid in front of her eyes, she sighed deeply. When were they going to move? The sound of rolling wheels alerted her, though she knew that they were not from a car. It sounded more like skateboards or rollerblades then car wheels - the plastic against tarmac was distinct. She could hear unfamiliar voices from outside, voices that sounded young and were ridden with laughter, and she searched discreetly for the owners (shush, it sounded like two people).
"Danny, stop threatening me with the Ecto-Gun!" one voice yelled, and suddenly a figure dashed into view. The boy looked around her age, with dark African American skin and a dull red beret on his head. He wore an ugly mustard yellow shirt, cactus green cargo pants and a pair of strange leather boots that were bound to be real. Something that looked like a PDA was in his hands, and he clutched it like it was his child. There was something else about him that made her smile; usually, black people (I'M TRYING NOT TO BE RACIST) had thoughtful brown eyes or stunning hazel eyes, but this teenager... he had blue eyes. They were the basic bluey colour, but they looked striking against his skin colour. He was jogging towards the weird Fenton house slowly, his laughter slipping onto the verge of hysterics and PDA appearing to be filming something just out of her line of vision. Another voice rang down out, this one unfamiliar and not from the African-American.
"I'M GOING TOO FAST TUCKER," the voice shrieked in a panicked tone, and the humming roll of plastic wheels got louder until a shape shot past Mustard-Shirt at speed she thought would be impossible on a skateboard. He held something metallic and gun-like in his hands, and tossed it about as if he'd wielded it all of his life. Suddenly the other boy (the one on the skateboard) shoved a foot onto the ground, and the skateboard skidded to a halt just next to the car stuck in traffic behind their car. She could easily see him now, and she could feel the blood rushing to her pale cheeks. How is it possible that someone her age can be so... gorgeous? His hair, sexily tousled, was raven black, possibly darker then her own hair, and the messy shock fell over the corner of his right eye so that he looked incredibly charming but at the same time so adorable you just want to tackle him in a huge bear hug. His eyes were stunning; icy blue, with streaks of silver interwebbing around an intense black pupil. The pale, unblemished skin around his soft-looking, light pink lips were very slightly stretched, symbolising that he laughed and smiled a lot. His build was lanky and slender, the dark maroon 'Hype' shirt hanging slightly around his waist, though at the same time showed off muscled arms and a gawky (though incredibly good-looking) figure. His clothes look good on him; the maroon Hype shirt, black skinny jeans that were skinny but not skintight at the same time, a pair of worn red converse with white laces and dirt lining the heel. He was to die for... what am I thinking?! I do NOT like him!
Mustard-Shirt was doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach as if keeping the contents inside, aqua eyes focused on his friend. Danny, as Sam had guessed from what the African-American had called him, waved the metal thing at who she had guessed Tucker was. They were stood outside of the weird Fenton house, with Tucker leaning against the wall and Danny playing with a switch on the gun. Suddenly the raven-haired teenager let out a high-pitched squeal - the gun fired a ray of emerald light at the wall, narrowly missing Tucker and leaving a burn patch on the pavement underneath their feet. "That was a manly scream," Danny commented with a smirk, flicking something on the odd gun and glancing at Tucker. Sam snorted with laughter, but that laughter turned to a gasp of shock when Danny opened the door to the Fenton house and tossed it through the wide gap. Did he live there?! Oh no... poor him.
"Just don't murder me with the ecto-gun," Tucker deadpanned seriously.
"I won't, dorkwad," shot back Danny, a charming lopsided smirk crossing his features. Sam instantly felt that this guy was a bit of a goofball. "Can I push you into the Ghost Zone?" he offered, smile only widening as Tucker hesitated with his response. What in the world is a ghost zone? she thought, furrowing her brow slightly. Suddenly the raven-haired teenager threw his ragged skateboard onto the ground and nonchalantly hopped onto it. His feet hit the exact middle of the board with perfect precision, and the wheels barely even twitched as his weight hit it. Both arms were splayed out and for a moment Sam could have sworn that he was pretending to pavement-surf, before Tucker began speaking once more.
"Only if I can take the Spectre Speeder with me-" the hesitant African-American began, but Danny cut him off almost straight away.
"It broke." Danny appeared to be ignoring Tucker's reaction. "I don't care if humans can't survive in the Ghost Zone." It was obvious that he was joking, judging by his goofily lopsided grin and the fact that his friend laughed at the menacing statement.
"-and I'll bring Cujo out with me."
Danny visibly stiffened. Since they were only about a meter away from the pavement, she could hear and see them quite easily, though they didn't seem to notice her. "Nooo, I'll murder you! With the ecto-gun!" Danny threatened, before slipping into hysterical laughter at Tucker's horrified reaction. "Steady, Tuck. I'm kidding."
"... I knew that..."
"Honey can you close the window?" her mother asked suddenly, making her attention whip towards the front seats of their sleek cherry red car, "I'm kind of cold." Sighing, Sam reluctantly obliged and watched the glass slide up to close the gap - now she could only see the two teenagers shooting inaudible insults and most likely terrible threats.
"The traffic's gone now," her father announced finally, and suddenly their car shot off so fast that Sam's head was thrown back against her seat. There was a laugh emmiting from both parent's mouth, before they engrossed themselves in a conversation. Naturally, Sam eavesdropped.
"Did you see those kids out side of the Fenton's house?" her mother asked self-consciously, her eyes focused on the road ahead with almost terrifying determination.
"Yeah, I'm surprised Jack and Maddie actually allowed them to run around the street with one of their thingy-mabobs they have," her father responded, before briefly glancing back at Sam with a short smile. "Hey, you're gonna be going to school with those two. Don't go near the Fenton's child. I do not like his parents one miniscule fraction, and that means you cannot like their kids either. Just stay with some pretty girls that are popular and rich. You'd be well off with other rich people."
"Why?" Sam questioned curiously, leaning forward in her seat and grabbing her forearm upon instinct. Hey, everyone has habits.
"Why can't you go near the Fenton's kids? Because they are weird. Did you see their house?" her mother retorted, sharply turning a corner. A rather large house shadowed the rising sun from view.
"What do they even do in that thing? Too bad they went downhill since college, eh?" her father sighed.
"Yee," her mother smiled, "look, our new house!"
Sam stared up at it, her jaw slack in her state of shock. "Oh my God..."
[A/N: I made up what this house looks like on the outside and inside so enjoy!]
The building had to be at least four stories tall, with the walls made of sliding that was so white it certainly put pure snow to shame and neat black trimmings lining the broad mahogany doors and large, polished windows. In front of the door was a porch - the wood was a rich cocoa colour, fitted and sandpapered to perfection from the very brief stairwell to the pale grey pillars that held the roof of the fancy foyer up. There was a set of pastel blue sunbeds, set apart from each other with a small oakwood table sat between. Just behind that was a battery-powered minifridge, aparantly not switched on in order to reserve the energy inside of it. If you scaled the front of the house... no, mansion... with just your eyes, you would notice that just outside of the two of the eight windows on the second floor was a small balcony; the wood was the same as the wood on the porch, only there was a fancily-carved railing on the outside and only one pastel blue sunbed against the wall. It was the same on the fourth floor balcony as well as the second floor ones, though there was only one on the singular window. It was most likely an attic. Just above that was the roof - made of perfect slate grey tiles, each set out to fit with each other with such accuracy she was sure this house had been made just for her parents. No doubt it was ginormous, and the size was extended even more with the four tennis courts, huge swimming pool and fancy outdoor gym, as well as many other features she failed to name. There was even a box of exersise balls next to the large shed.
"Do you like it?" her mother inquired, clambering out of the car and opening Sam's car door once she had parked in the large driveway.
"It's... amazing!" Sam exclaimed excitedly, "gotta go, I'm gonna go ahead and unpack in my bedroom... if I ever find it, that is... Bye now!" She whipped round to the boot of their car and heaved her luggage out, fending off buzzing butlers as she lugged it through the now open door. Barely even taking in the stunning rooms around her, she searched for a staircase (she found it in the centre of the main room, and boy it was impressive with the red carpet on it and all) and raced up towards the door that happened to be labelled 'Samantha's room' with a large golden plaque. She'd have to fix that with a sharpie later on. Her room was actually pretty nice. Obviously her parents had taken the time to realise that she wouldn't take anything girly or any pinky colours, therefore colouring her room in hues that she quite enjoyed. The walls? Black, with a dark purple hemming and matching door on the inside. The carpet? Your average creamy white, though she didn't mind. On the black ceilings were stars; constellations painted on for her to stare at throughout the night. The bed? Kingsized and centered within her large room, with silken black duvet covers and plush purple pillows. She looked forward to flipping them over to get the cold side (who doesn't do that?!). Glancing towards the window, she was surprised to find that her second-floor room was not one of the ones with a balcony, but with a gorgeously gothic window seat instead. There was a large dresser right beside that, most likely empty. As well as all of that luxury, there was a door leading to a small private bathroom off to the right, and looking at that meant she suddenly realised that on the right bedside table there was a popcorn machine, mechanical with some sort of microwave feature-like door and button thingy on it.
"Wow," she remarked, "they pulled through."
Suddenly the the popcorn machine burst to life, the door opening and closing with an accompained 'beep' constantly. "What the?" she frowned, anxious to touch it. Why was her popcorn machine... haunted? "I can hear you, god dammit!" she barked at it, pushing away her paranoidness and heading off to unplug it from the wall socket. Just then the beeping stopped, and it shook slightly with... green energy?... before the entire thing jolted and shuddered to a halt completely.
"Do you always talk to your popcorn machines?" a voice asked, though when Sam looked around with a shocked gasp, she located no one nearby.
"Wha... who's there?!" she snarled into the air, more fearful then she was letting on.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt ya. I'm just looking for the Box Ghost. He ran off here when I was patrolling." Suddenly someone matierialized right in front of her, beside the popcorn machine, with a smug smirk on his face. Sam could feel her breath whisked away. He looked around her age, with sexily tousled *white* hair and unearthly green eyes that glowed so brightly she could feel herself very much mesmerized. His skin, tanned lightly and stretched very slightly around the mouth from smiling a lot, was perfectly unblemished but had a slight tint to it that beamed that 'charming but not perfect boy look'. Fitted around his slender build was a black jumpsuit, with a white collar, belt, boots and gloves. And... was he floating? AND GLOWING?!
"What... what are you?" she asked, fear etched into her features. Whoever this wasm he had to be evil in some way or another
"Oh, so you've never heard of me. I'm Phantom, ghostly hero of Amity Park and offical fend-offerer (that's obviously a word) of any ghosts with evil intentions," he introduced with another beaming smile, this one more sympathetic then friendly. "Yee... it's a lot to take in, isn't it? Look, I have two things to say to you: I'm not evil, and my name isn't Inviso-Bill." He suddenly gasped, and his entire body shuddered violently with shivers. For a moment, Sam thought he was gonna attack her, only he shook his head, waved goodbye meekly, morphed his legs into a snakey tail and went through her wall into the outside world. Wait. Did he go through her wall? Well, he did say he was a ghost, and it makes sense that ghosts can go through things and float. She briefly wondered whether she should be afraid, and found she wasn't. In fact, she wasn't scared of him anymore - who cares if a ghost is haunting her bedroom, right? Wait, he didn't haunt her bedroom, did he?
At least, she hoped not.
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|| Amity Park, The Bus Stop ||
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"My first day of school. Brilliant." Sam let loose a long, muffled sigh; her intense violet orbs stared up at the approaching yellow school bus, her mind briefly stretching to a thought of how orignal. A yellow school bus. The screech of rubber against tarmac alerted her senses, and the bus shuddered sharply to a halt in front of her. The bus driver slammed his fist onto a button, and the doors shook slightly before creaking open so loudly that she was sure she'd die if they were to get on. Groaning inwardly, she stepped up on the small flight of stairs and her eyes searched desperately for a seat where she could sit by herself, ignoring the odd sounds from the closing bus door - alas, she was out of luck. The only seat she could trust herself to sit in was beside a girl with perfect skin, emerald eyes and the smug smirk of a huge jerkwad. Yay, she thought, before plopping into the chair. There was a slight rumble from the engine, and the bus driver allowed the bus to lurch forward before opening the doors once more. A voice echoed out from the street, one she was sure she had heard before. Footsteps drummed against tarmac, and Sam shot a glance towards the door (all the while ignoring the judgmental glares she was recieving from Mrs. Perfect beside her).
"Danny you dork! Stop running! I'm tired!"
"Tuck, the bus is there! We need to reach-"
"Don't you dare sing that song! Your parents played that thirty-seven times from upstairs REALLY loudly when we were exploring the lab!"
"-reach for the staarrrs..."
"DANNY! It'll get stuck in my heeaaad..."
"Fine, only because I have it in my head too and I'll feel sorry if it happens to you."
"Thank you, ya jerk."
"Dorkwad."
"Inviso-Bill."
What? Sam cocked an eyebrow. What kinda insult is that?
Wait.
Hold on.
Wasn't that what Danny Phantom told me not to call him?
"That was an evil reference, Techno-Geek."
"I know."
"I hate you."
"I hate you too."
"Get your fat butt onto that bus, dork."
Two suddenly familiar figures charged onto the bus in an unelegant clutter, and she was so shocked at who it was she accidently elbowed the girl beside her. "Hey!" a voice, rather too prissy for Sam's soul enjoyment, shrieked into her ear, and a pair of sharp emerald eyes stared into her own violet ones. "Get away from me! Go sit with those two dorks already, you worthless abnormality!" She gestured towards Danny and Tucker, who were horsing around at the front of the bus and tripping over each others feet as they tried to scramble for the back of the bus. Her voice was judgemental and unforgiving, the dead glare she was casting towards Sam certainly not disproving the fact that her personality was most likely the same. It was obvious that the fellow teenager was Hispanic now - her flawless, tanned skin colour and perfect features were obviously the victims of far too much ugly makeup, and her dark waterfalls of smooth chocolate brown hair was most likely a poor casualty of an overly-expensive straightener. This girl was vain, sadistic, spoilt, insensitive and self-centered in Sam's not-so-humble opinion, and she had only known her for five long minutes. Exactly the kind of girl that her dad wanted her to hang out with... how about no. Sure, Sam was filthy rich, but there was no way she would ever act like this towards other people. It was almost inhumane.
"I'm not going to sit next to two boys I don't even know," she responded with a hint of strong sassiness, partly lying since she already knew their names. They were the teenagers she had seen outside of the weird house the day before that, while they had been stuck in traffic. Today, the Danny guy was dressed in a simpler outfit from yesterday; a white shirt with a faded red oval on the chest, hugging against his build loose enough to look natural and nonchalant but tight enough to show off his lanky build. His jeans, light coloured and denim, were skinny but not skintight and he wore the exact same pair of scuffed red converse as he did yesterday. Tucker looked exactly the same, high tech PDA and all.
"Ugh, fine. Just sit somewhere else, freak!" the girl shrieked, edging away from Sam, who felt extremely self-conscious right about now.
"Paulina, stop being a prissy little bitch and maybe try to find out more about her. For starters, she's got a stinkin' hot car," a friendly voice nonchalantly remarked, making Sam look up from her lap. Danny was stood just next to her, smiling at who was now identifyed as Paulina, with Tucker sprawled out on the seat behind him as if he were saving the two open spots. Furrowing her brow, Sam straightened up and looked into Danny's eyes; though she had to tear the gaze away once more, as she could feel her face heating up when he even looked in her direction. STOP BEING A FANGIRL, MANSON. HE'S NOT EVEN THAT GREAT.
"How do you know what my car looks like?" Sam asked intelligently, her eyebrow raising. It seemed like all memories from yesterday had vanished the moment she had looked into his eyes properly. Now she was closer, she suddenly realised that his right eye was coloured a striking, unearthly green(and that he literally smelt like heaven); not icy blue like she had first thought. Wow, multicoloured eyes. That made him even more interesting then he already was.
"Because I nearly smacked into it on a skateboard. I didn't want to ruin it, or scare you with my ugly face-" apparantly it's opposite day "-so I crashed into the crappy blue Ford Fiesta behind you instead." Flopping into the seat behind him and accidently crushing Tucker's foot, he grinned lopsidedly at her.
"Danny, you're on my foot," Tucker snapped, swatting at Danny. The raven-haired teen nonchalantly dodged and raised off the seat to allow Tucker to snake his foot away.
"You deserve it, with that evil reference you did outside," he shot back with a familiar smile, kind of like the one that Phantom had beamed at her yesterday.
"Jerk."
"Dorkwad."
"Idiot."
"Hi, I'm Daniel Fenton, please call me Danny and do not call me Dan in any shape or form," Danny suddenly stuck her hand out towards Sam, who looked up into Danny's multicoloured eyes anxiously. The introduction was rather sudden, but Sam honestly didn't mind it one tiny bit. It was kind of adorable. From behind him, Tucker was gaping.
"Uh. I'm Samantha Manson, but you can call me Sam... my parents always call me Samantha and it's really frustrating," Sam responded, reluctantly shaking his hand. Contentedly, Danny smiled again and flopped back against his seat, throwing a glance at Tucker (who had resorted to playing on his trustworthy PDA).
"Ooh, you moved into that huge house just near here, didn't you?" he asked curiously, "lucky you. I live in a house with an Ops Centre on the roof."
Sam quirked an eyebrow, biting her lip. Ops Centre?
Realising her dismay, Danny continued. "My parents are ghost hunters. They keep the ghosts that are too big for the lab in the Ops Centre-"
"Not that they actually catch anything," Tucker cut in, not even looking up from his glowing screen.
"True," Danny chuckled, "but it's hell living with them."
"Why?" Sam questioned, sitting up in her seat. From behind her, Paulina was shuffling closer to the window awkwardly.
"Pretty much every time they cook, something goes wrong. Not your run-of-the-mill burning it wrong, very wrong." Danny laughed, looking at Tucker as he did the same.
"They bring the food to life every time. Danny and his sister Jazz have to cook dinner for themselves to avoid getting smacked with a turkey or attacked by a potato," Tucker offered, and Danny's face flushed in embarrasment.
"I hate my family sometimes," he groaned, and his multicoloured eyes flashed in their sockets, "but the lab is fun. Their ghost hunting equipment is the bomb."
"Sure it is," Sam commeneted, feeling like they were lying to her. What kind of parents had stuff like that?
Obviously, Danny picked up on the sarcasm and laughed. "You think I'm lying," he deadpanned, "ahah, I'm not."
"Seriously, their house is wacko," Tucker remarked, making Danny snort.
"That's one way to say it, I guess..."
A/N: I thought you guys would like some diologe without tons of detail ;]
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|| Amity Park, Vlad Master's Mansion ||
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Danny Phantom's glowing figure flashed over the crackling screen, his face pulled into an expression of pure determination and his spectral tail leaving a discreet trail of floating faded ectoplasm. Hands alight with a powerful pink ecto-blast to keep the room alight, Vlad Masters suddenly spoke out to the machine in a demanding yet placid tone. "Stop. Analyse," he told the screen monotouniously, mightnight blue orbs flashing in their sockets as he studied what his computer was showing him. A segment of Danny Phantom's DNA, the human cells infused with large traces of glowering green ectoplasm, beamed onto the brightly glowing screen; Vlad smirked, and reached out a single finger to touch the screen. Upon feeling the electrical warmth against his skin, he placed a finger lightly over a human section of the singular DNA strand and dragged it away. Suddenly the screen flickered, and the DNA strand shuddered violently before collapsing away from the screen and dying completely. "Yesss," he hissed, a plan whirring though his brain. he flicked a switch beside him, and the lights shivered to life, the ugly yellow colour bathing the room.
"If... if I somehow take his human DNA out of him then... he'd die completely, as a full ghost...
and it'll be painful too...
interesting..."
And with that, Vlad Masters turned away from his computer screen and let a sinful smile stretch his features.
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|| Amity Park, Casper High School ||
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Ahhh, Mr Fenton. Glad you have finally decided to show up to class," Mr. Lancer's tone was smug and catlike, with sarcasm practically dripping off each word. Looking up from her paper, Sam furrowed her brow. She swore that Danny had been on the bus with her... so why was he so late to get to class? What could he have possibly been doing that made him half an hour late to class? Carefully, Sam studied him. His hair was still tousled in a charming manner, but was slicked to his forhead slightly with a thin sheet of sweat. One hand was clutching his hip painfully, and was that a stain of... blood underneath it? She could feel her breath hitch in the back of her throat, and glanced towards Tucker, who was urging him over with the universal motion for 'come here' with frantic aqua eyes. There was something off about the way Danny walked - limping slightly but doing a good job of attempting to hide it - but he appeared to be completely ignored his possibly fatal injury and brightly trotted up to sit on the other side off Tucker.
"Dude, you're bleeding," Tucker informed the raven-haired teenager with a heavily concerned tone, "who was it this time?" Frowning in confusion, Sam looked back at her paper and wrote another heartless sentence onto it. What did he mean, 'who was it this time'? Was he attacked? Is that why he ditched them earlier on? Why did her head hurt so much? Smacking her forehead onto the solid table surface, Sam eavesdropped in complete habit. She didn't even mean to this time, even if she did in the car journey here.
"Skulker," Danny quietly mumbled as a quick response. his voice ridden with snickers, "sucked that blob right into the thermos." An amused snigger rumbled through Tucker, as if the sentence Danny had just uttered was completely average. Well, his parents do bring food to life... it totally makes sense to 'suck' a blob into a simple, everyday thermos, right? Well, at least it probably was in their whacko household. An Ops Centre on the roof, a lab in the basement and whacko ghost hunter parents were only three aspects that Danny had described on the bus journey. Once the (orginial) yellow bus had jolted to a stop next to the school, Danny had raced out first and hadn't been seen by anyone before he had come into class.
"What did he do to you?" Tucker asked worredly, suddenly lugging his bag onto his lap and pulling out what appeared to be a simple water bottle, filled to the brink with something that was glowing a dim ectoplasmic green but grew brighter every time it went near Danny. "Do you need some of... this?" What IS that?
"Uh... I'll tell you tonight. And yea I think I'll need some, but we'll do that in the lab tonight. C'mon, we can't talk about it here." Danny waved him off with a goofy grin, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, still clutching onto his hip. From the corner of her eye, Sam noticed that, while the shirt was still a little bloodstained, the bleeding had stopped almost completely. Didn't he have it bad when he first came into class only five minutes ago?
Sam had a nagging feeling that Daniel James Fenton was hiding something...
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A/N: my god. Might be the longest chappie I've ever done. ;D
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