Okay, first off, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not updating my other stories, but I really just can't seem to write them anymore.

Second of all, this won't be continued. This is just an idea that had popped into my head. And isn't it Tucker appreciation week..?

Anyway, behold my latest fic.

Everything had happened all too fast.

Tucker Foley couldn't comprehend what was happening.

Danny had been in a ghost fight-Skulker, nothing unusual.

But… he'd known from the start that something was wrong.

Danny hadn't talked much. When they'd asked him why, the ghost boy had replied something along the lines of "I didn't get much sleep last night". They'd continued chatting hesitantly, but they could tell he was lying.

They were right.

Back to the fight… Danny didn't say anything to Skulker. He didn't hold a smirk, or throw his banter at the hunting ghost. Danny's expression had been a solid scowl.

It was almost like it wasn't Danny.

And… the way he fought, the way he moved, was wrong. It wasn't normal. The half-ghost moved slower than usual, and he barely defended him self-he mostly went for hitting the ghost, and he had missed half of the time…

And then Skulker had pulled out something bigger, something sharper, and it had instilled fear in the techno geek. Danny had needed Sam's help. Tucker couldn't do much other than help out with the technology, but it seemed like Skulker had figured out how to get past his PDA. In fact, the ghost had fried it. He was useless at the moment.

But, Sam… Sam wasn't there. She'd gone home in the middle of the day, apparently sick. Tucker didn't blame her, in all honesty she'd already looked slightly ill.

So, that left Danny by himself. And Tucker had been scared out of his mind. He didn't show it. He'd always try not too-laugh it off after a big fight, joke about something to get Danny's injuries off his mind. And it had worked most of the time.

But he couldn't do that now. Because his friend was in trouble and he couldn't do anything about it.

He didn't really know what had happened. Skulker had gotten Danny somehow. And for some reason, he'd had to use his Ghostly Wail. Tucker still had yet to come up with a reason. He'd known that Danny knew how draining it was for the guy-he couldn't stay in ghost form once he'd used it.

Skulker was gone.

When, where, why, Tucker had no idea, but the ghost was gone. He'd almost cheered at the fact. The threat was eliminated, right?

Wrong.

Because as soon as he'd looked towards Danny, as soon as he'd seen his friend…

Danny was hurt.

The horrified teen and run over to his friend, tripping over nothing a dozen times.

It had seemed to take forever.

But, when he'd gotten there, he'd wanted to leave.

Because, it was everywhere. Ectoplasm, blood, was all over the ground-all over his damn friend and he was dying.

Sorry not sorry.