Hello friends! This Fanfic is based off my tumblr post from my artistfae blog. At the start of this fic Danny is 16, turning 17 soon. Though the art style of the tv series doesn't really show it, I'm guessing by this point they've grown a bit &ghost hunting has developed some skills/ muscles. I like the idea of them able to express more of who they have become in this new setting with no dash&co to project their (now) misplaced preconceptions of who danny&co are/what they are capable of. Fighting ghosts for a couple years is bound to change them. But don't worry- in other chapters we'll get little snapshots of the other characters who went to different schools & maybe eventually see them all together again)


It was an ordinary school, with run down lockers and a joke of a gym teacher and vanilla office ladies, world weary math teachers and a few literary instructors who might slip a little extra into their coffee during lunch hours to help get themselves through the day. When the announcement of the transfer students arrived at the office, the news circulated in the fashion of High schools everywhere- that is, within an hour everyone from the highest to lowest levels of the self-proclaimed 'food chain' knew about it. The news would remain an interesting topic for a few days and then fade as the next scandal arose, important at the time but in reality, ultimately unimportant in the stream of life.

This information was interesting enough to pique the curiosity of the teachers, however. A slightly higher caliber level of gossip, as these Transfer students were relocated here at the behest of the Government. No one really believed the stories of ghosts- most assumed it was some local joke, much like Australians will automatically back up any bullshit story a buddy delivers with a straight face to make fun of tourists. Ghosts weren't real- either these newcomers were paranoid idiots or had great poker faces. Most believed a third option- that the tourist industry had circulated such tales for so long that telling the legend was second nature to even the worst liar of the bunch.

So after a half day of being stared at, psychoanalyzed, ignored, and snorted at in derision, the small group of transfer students from Casper High found themselves at the edge of the stadium during lunch. Out of the eight, only three did not attempt to assimilate themselves into various cliques.

"Man this blows- I have like, one class with Sam and that's it. How did you manage to get three together? The only time I'll see you, Danny is during lunch." Tucker sighed in annoyance, tugging on his beret in irritation.

"Hey I'm just grateful Sam was able to flash some cash and make sure we got placed in the same school" Danny sat back in the stands, pulling out a sandwich from home that he, for once, could guarantee wouldn't try eat him instead. Their new apartment hadn't had time to degenerate into a lab yet, so for now food was safe. Sam flashed him a smug smile

"It's nice to be appreciated. And Tucker, since it's in the middle of a semester there wasn't much I could do about schedules. Next year will be better"

"If there's a next year" Danny muttered through the turkey and mayo "You know the Guys in White. I give it a week, tops, before I have to start running out of classes again"

Sam's expression got even more smug, if that was possible "Speaking of which, Danny, I've figured out the perfect cover story for you. And don't look at me like you're scared Tucker, this plan is genius"

"That's what I'm afraid of- oof!" Tucker ducked his head after a playful punch from his Goth friend "Anyway" Sam continued "I took a leaf out of Dash's book"

"That's never a good sign" Danny interjected, but he looked curious despite himself

"and can I just say Hallelujah that he was transferred somewhere else" Tucker said emphatically as he waved a chicken leg around

"As much as I would like to take credit for that, I can't. But let me finish- now hear me out. If Danny gets injured fighting ghosts he needs an excuse and some kind of immunity from teachers like Dash had, and he needs to stay in fighting condition for when the ghosts come back. So why not join the Lacrosse Team?" Sam said quickly, and was rewarded by two awed faces

"That….actually would work" Tucker mused

"Except guys, I've never played lacrosse before in my life? And I don't mix well with the Sporty types remember?" Danny stuttered out when he recovered from his initial surprise

"oh come one man, even if we take just Skulker's shenanigans alone you've basically been getting custom training. Your aim, speed, durability and reflexes are good enough to be moderately okay at any sport and lacrosse has enough rough housing that we can blame any injury you get on it. Plus, being on a sports team means the teachers are more willing to accept excuses. And unless you're really terrible or extremely good, everyone safely ignores you. Remember, Anonymity in high school is a blessing" Tucker jumped up eagerly, clearly getting into the idea

Sam, seeing through the real reason for Tuck's enthusiasm, leaned over to Danny and commented dryly "Not to mention he will get better chances of ladies now that his friend will have jock status"

"Well, I won't deny that" Tucker shrugged with a grin

They were still discussing the topic when the 5 minute bell rung. Danny was arguing the pros and cons of the various sports with Sam as Tucker fiddled with his pda, then tucked it in a pocket.

"HEADS!" a call came from further on the field. A group tossing a football around had clearly overthrown, and, much to his surprise, Tucker caught it and tossed it back.

"Are you sure you don't want to take up the sport instead?" Danny asked, somewhat surprised

"Nah, our group doesn't need more than one jock position. Plus it would take up too much time from my tech" Tucker replied casually "Though I guess that ghost hunting did something for me too. Probably from tossing the Fenton thermos to you and Sam- or maybe it was my instincts to protect my precious" He stroked his PDA. Sam and Danny just rolled their eyes, and the trio continued on to their new classrooms.

/After School/

"Man, English is just not the same without Lancer. I thought his class was boring but at least the man was an entertaining train wreck. This new teacher is straight up boring. If a human could embody the color grey it would be him" Tucker griped as they walked home at the end of the day. The school was close enough to Tuckers place that he could walk home, and waiting at his place for Jazz to pick them up sure beat the terrible traffic around the school

"Tell me about it- I have that guy first period. How am I supposed to stay awake to that?" Danny agreed as he ran a hand through his dark hair in annoyance. To be fair, he hadn't stayed awake much in Lancers class either

"I don't know what you're talking about. My advanced Literature Teacher is actually really interesting. " Sam offered

"Sam, that's because you got a female teacher who presents feminist lit and poetry alongside the good classics and thinks that students who express themselves are the best thing to happen to this nation" Danny protested

"Exactly! It's going to be a great class, I can feel it. Oh, and by the way, I met your coach- He teaches my economics class. He's kindof a frootloop, but not in a Vlad Masters way. I think Lacrosse will be good for you"

Danny just groaned- he would probably regret letting Sam talk him into this.


I was fiddling around with where to start out the fic but ended up here. I think there will be some flashback chapters and timeskips though. If anyone wants to give suggestions feel free to message me. I might end up doing more art for this who knows /shrugs

Also I'm still getting used to the weird formatting rules. like apparently *** isn't an acceptable break and spaces aren't a thing? ugh how do people format these so they are not just walls of text?