Binas: Here is chapter two, you guys. And yes, I will admit, I am being rather lazy about updates, aren't I? What can I say? When you are brilliant, you can't help but be a bit lazy (think of Shikamaru from Naruto, that's the "Brilliant but Lazy" thing I am talking about). But I will make up for it with this long, well thought out chapter. Yes, even in the process of binge watching, I am still thinking of ideas.
Also, I am having ideas of changing the plot a bit. Like taking my own route for this story, as in trying to diverge just a bit, like having Jack and Maddie catch him having an accident with his powers. It's just so tempting, I mean come on, in the first episode they should have seen the accidental invisibility act, despite their attention being on the Finder. That is if their peripheral vision stinks, which would make me wonder how they even hunt ghosts in the first place if it does. I know I would have seen it if my main focus was somewhere else. Humans naturally have a big peripheral field (which is about 120 degrees). Heck, I can see the person next to me playing Run 3 while typing and looking at my screen right now.
Sorry for any OoC moments. I am still trying to get my rhythm back in full swing. I think watching the ENTIRE Danny Phantom series three times in a two week time span (Do I get a medal for that?) has helped me get the characters a bit more in character, but sometimes I feel that analyzing scripts help too.
EDIT: I discovered a time error.
EDIT (6/9/2015): Massive grammar clean up.
Review Time:
Coin: I can understand, but I am a bit OCD (could be my Autism acting up though) when it comes to following canon sometimes (even if the canon isn't very close to realism), and I am aware I need to get control of it. But however, I will be trying to put in some realism while staying true to the series. Oh don't worry my fellow DannyxSam shipper. I ship it (very much, I always want to slap the two when they are clueless about their feelings). I will be making a few jabs at it every chance I can get (along with other shipping jokes). Since they are currently in denial, it will make good funny moment material.
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Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
Danny moaned as he heard that annoying high pitched noise drone on in the background. He swatted his hand in the direction where his alarm clock would be, but felt nothing but air. He tried again but still felt the air. It was to the point it was getting annoying and he was about ready to chuck what he thought was his alarm clock out the window when he opened his eyes and realized where he was.
White room.
White sheets.
A white gurney/bed.
Danny was in the hospital. He released his hold on the IV pole and tried to prop himself up. He felt sore all over and fell back into the white pillow. A strand of black hair fell into his face, causing him to blow on it to get it out of his face.
"What the heck happened to me?" Danny asked.
He then remembered the portal, the dare, the pain, and passing out. He felt as if there were a few parts missing to what he remembered, but ignored it. What really concerned him was how much of what happened was a dream? How much of it was real? How long was he out? All those questions and similar ones raced in Danny's head.
The door opened to reveal a young (and hot) nurse. She walked up to Danny with her clipboard in hand.
"Good. You are awake now," The nurse said.
"Who are you? How long was I out?" Danny asked.
"I am Nurse Beverly. You were out for several hours. That must have been some nasty accident. Normally it doesn't take a day to recover from a massive amount of electrocution like you did. You must be very lucky Daniel," The nurse said as she took down some notes on Danny's condition.
'Several hours?!' Danny screamed in his head.
"Where are my friends and family?" Danny asked, trying to push the thought of how long he had been unconscious out of the way.
"Your family and the goth girl came by earlier but had to leave an hour ago due to visiting hours being over, Daniel," Nurse Beverly said, "You will have to wait until the morning."
Nurse Beverly walked over to an IV drip and took the needle that was dangling from it. She brought the needle up to Danny's arm and inserted it. Danny hissed in pain as it went into his skin.
"Oh and also, don't try to remove the IV again," Nurse Beverly said.
'What do you mean by again? I only just woke up!' Danny thought, 'I guess they forgot to put it in.'
With a shrug of his shoulders, Danny went to sleep again, unaware that the IV fell through his arm as if it didn't even exist.
Danny was dreaming of being the most popular guy at school and being adored by all 279 Casper High School girls. He loved the attention he was getting. He even got to use a football that suspiciously looked like Dash. It even screamed when he kicked it! Best dream ever!
Danny leaned in to kiss one of the girls that adored him when she began talking.
"DANNY-BOY! WAKEY WAKEY!" The girl shouted in Jack's voice.
Danny was horrified and disturbed as those words came out of the girl's mouth. He screamed himself awake.
Jack shook his sleeping son, wishing for him to wake up. Maddie tried to pull her husband away but Jack was too intent on seeing their son stir.
Danny suddenly woke up and shot into a sitting up position with a horrified look on his face. His breathing was quick, but it slowed once the shock of his dream subsided.
"We as so glad you are awake now, son!" Jack said and enveloped Danny in a hug.
"Dad... Crushing... Me..." Danny said between gasps and popping joints.
Jack released his son with a sheepish grin.
"Sorry, Danny-boy," Jack said.
"Are you okay honey?" Maddie asked as she sat on the chair next to the bed/gurney.
Danny began to think of how he felt. He realized all of the pain he felt from earlier was dulled to the point it was barely noticeable. And that wasn't all, he also felt like he could do almost anything now. But running a marathon and picking up a bus were not one of those feelings. What he was feeling was something that was impossible for any human to do on with their own abilities period.
"To be honest, I actually feel great," Danny said, "Not sure why though."
"Don't worry about it, Danny," Maddie said with a smile, "As for your punishment for playing in the lab with your friends, I think the accident was enough."
"Besides, why would we punish you for fixing our greatest invention?" Jack asked, "Fentons don't punish each other for helping out! And that feeling you have could have just come from the fact that you selflessly helped us, despite the risks!"
Nurse Beverly walked into the room. She was holding her clipboard and some tools such as a stethoscope, a thermometer, and a blood pressure monitor cuff. As soon as she took a few steps into the room, Jack stopped her.
"Get away from my son, spook!" Jack said.
"Jack, that's Danny's nurse, not a ghost!" Maddie said with a face palm, "Just let her do her job and I will let you have a cookie."
Jack blinked for a few moments before stepping out of the way. Maddie gave Jack the cookie she promised and he gobbled it down like no tomorrow.
"I need to be alone with him for a few moments, okay?" Nurse Beverly said, "I will let you guys know when you can come back in."
With that, Maddie and Jack stepped out into the hall. Danny was wondered why they had to be in the hallway. Oh well, at least they couldn't make the examination awkward or embarrassing now.
Nurse Beverly stood next to Danny's bed and set all of her equipment on the night stand.
"So how are you feeling right now? Any pain or complications?" Nurse Beverly asked.
"No ma'am. No pain or complications at all," Danny said.
"Interesting," Nurse Beverly said as she took note of that.
Nurse Beverly set her clipboard down and grabbed her stethoscope. She placed the ear pieces in her ears and placed the other end on Danny's back.
"I need you to take in deep breaths for me, okay?" Nurse Beverly asked.
"Alright," Danny said.
Danny breathed deeply as the stethoscope's circular, cold, metal end traveled around his back. Nurse Beverly seemed a bit surprised for a moment and jotted down the information on her clipboard.
"Now I am going to listen to your heart. So stay still," Nurse Beverly said.
The cold metallic end of the stethoscope went right over Danny's heart. Nurse Beverly heard a very healthy heart. No abnormalities or Arrhythmia present. Nurse Beverly expected for some form of heart problem to be present, especially after the fact that Danny had an accident involving electricity.
"Interesting... You are full of surprises, aren't you Daniel?" Nurse Beverly said and wrote down the information for Danny's heart beat, "Now for blood pressure. Stick out your arm for me."
Danny did exactly what he was told. Nurse Beverly placed the blood pressure monitor cuff. She then slipped the stethoscope right on the vein next to the cuff. She squeezed the bulb attached to the cuff, listening to Danny's blood pressure closely for any other signs or complications. Still no signs of abnormalities being present.
"No heart abnormalities at all. You are very lucky, boy," Nurse Beverly said, "Just have to take your temperature now."
Nurse Beverly removed the cuff and slipped a thermometer under Danny's tongue. She took some notes on Danny's blood pressure as the thermometer read Danny's temperature. When the thermometer beeped, Nurse Beverly removed it and read the readings. Her eyebrows knitted together in surprise.
"94 degrees. That can't be right," Nurse Beverly said, skeptical about the reading, "Let's try that again."
Nurse Beverly stuck the thermometer back in Danny's mouth. After a few moments, the thermometer beeped again. She took it out and read it again. Danny's temperature was 94.5 degrees.
"I am not sure how you are even remotely fine when you are mildly hypothermic, but other than that, you are healthy as a horse," Nurse Beverly said, "I will go run this information by your parents."
"Can you tell me when I should be out of here?" Danny asked, wanting to get out of the boring hospital.
"To be honest, you could check out right now, despite the hypothermia," Nurse Beverly said.
With that, Nurse Beverly left the room, leaving Danny in the room by himself. Danny pondered on what the nurse said. A temperature of 94 didn't seem too bad, right?
Danny saw a glass of water on his bed side. He was a bit thirsty, so he reached out to grab the cup. Once he had a firm grip around the glass, he felt his hand become tingly. And right before his eyes, Danny's hand went through the glass. Through it! He pulled his hand away rapidly, blinking in shock. He then cautiously and slowly inched his hand back towards the glass. His hand nudged the glass over a bit.
"Okay, that is just weird…" Danny said to himself.
Without further ado, he grabbed the cup and brought it to his lips to drink the contents. As he drank the contents of the glass, he felt another surge of the tingling feeling.
SPLASH!
Danny was now doused in the remaining contents of the glass. He frowned; a bit annoyed that he couldn't drink all of the water in his glass.
"Well this is lovely…" Danny said sarcastically.
Later that day, Danny was released from the hospital. The doctors were still baffled by the fact Daniel Fenton had nothing wrong with him, despite the fact he was in a lab accident. They would have run some blood tests, but being the overprotective parents they were, Jack and Maddie protested against the suggestion. The reason was because Danny was only shocked, and not mutated like various superheroes were when they got into a lab accident. Only if they knew that is what happened.
Due to the circumstances, Maddie decided it was best that Danny stayed home for a week. Jazz was practically protesting the fact that Jack and Maddie brought Danny home early, saying how it could 'be harmful for him in the long run'.
Danny sat in front of his computer, playing Doomed when he should be in bed recovering.
Fryer Tucker: Hey, dude! Did that hospital of doom let you go already? :D
Ghostboy: Yup, Tuck. My sister is chewing my parents' heads off about it though. :P
Fryer Tucker: Sorry I couldn't be there when you woke up. Personal matters. :/
Danny raised a curious eyebrow. He wondered what personal issues Tucker had to deal with. Maybe it was the whole accident thing.
As Danny was going to type his reply, his hands began to become tingly and phased through the keyboard. He yelped and panicked as Tucker frantically began to type as a newbie managed to get a cheap shot through Tucker's blind spot. That distracted him from his intangible hands for a few seconds.
"Aw, darn it!" Danny muttered in response to Tucker getting killed by a newbie.
Danny tried to do a head desk, but wound up going through the desk and onto the floor. This did not easy his nerves at all. He was confused and scared as gravity began to interact strangely with him.
"What's wrong with me?" Danny panicked as he began sinking through the floor, "AHHHH!"
He tried to grasp onto his swivel chair, but his hands passed through it as if it were air. Danny's heart raced, whatever was going on, it was not normal at all. The worst part, he didn't know what was causing it.
As the last hair on Danny's head passed through the floor, Danny felt gravity take full effect and it slammed him into the kitchen floor. Danny moaned in pain from the impact. At least nothing was broken or dislocated, though he did have a few bruises.
Danny picked himself up from the floor. His head spun with dizziness from the sudden unexpected intangibility.
"I heard something fall!"
Danny's eyes widened in fear. His dad was coming.
Jack came out of the lab and entered the kitchen with a prototype Ecto-gun in hand. His eyes scanned the kitchen with determination to find the source of the crash. Danny persperated in fear at the fact his dad actually looked intimidating, a rare sight to see in the Fenton Family Household.
"The spook must have left… I will catch it if tries to come back…" Jack muttered as he powered down the prototype Ecto-gun and left the kitchen, "Nobody gets away from Jack Fenton twice."
Danny blinked in surprise. He was in the middle of the kitchen, so how could his dad not see him? He looked at himself and yelped. He couldn't even see himself! Without a second thought, he rushed upstairs and into his room.
"This just insane! What the heck is going on?" Danny said, horrified by the sudden events.
He thought about telling his parents that something bizarre was going on with him, but decided against it. He already worried them enough as it is with the fact he got himself into a lab accident.
"Maybe Sam and Tucker can help me," Danny said to himself.
Without another word, the invisible Danny signed into the private chatroom that he, Sam, and Tucker used when they didn't want anyone to know about their conversations.
DFenton: Guys, I have huge problem.
SManson: What's wrong, Danny?
TFoley: Does it have anything to with the reason why you abandoned me in Doomed? I got my butt kicked by an invasion of newbs! NEWBS!
DFenton: Yes it does. Is anyone home at your place, Tuck?
TFoley: Just me and my babies. My parents are out meat shopping. Gotta keep our meat supplies up in case of an apocalypse.
SManson: Ignoring the babies, meat, and apocalypse part. But why are we meeting at Tucker's?
DFenton: Good. I'm coming over and will explain then. See you guys soon.
With that, Danny logged off and scribbled a note for his parents. He rushed down the stairs and left the note on the kitchen table. He rushed out the door, and got onto his scooter. He paid no mind to the strange looks that people shot at the speeding scooter. It wasn't because it looked embarrassing. It was because to them, it seemed like the scooter was driving itself.
After a few minutes, Danny arrived at Tucker's house. He pressed the doorbell button and waited for Tucker to answer.
Tucker opened the door and looked around. He frowned.
"This isn't funny, man! Come out!" Tucker snapped.
"Um, Tuck. I am right in front of you…" Danny said.
"What kind of sick joke is this, Danny? I am not falling for that trick again!" Tucker said.
Danny face palmed. He had to get Tucker to notice that he was there. He then smiled when an idea hit him. It was a bit mean, but if it would work, he had no choice.
"Hey Tucker!" Danny called out and grabbed Tucker's red beret.
"HEY! GIVE THAT-", Tucker started but immediately stopped himself, "Back?"
Tucker watched as his beret appeared to be floating in mid-air. He blinked as it 'flew' around in front of him.
"This is just creepy…" Tucker said as uneasiness settled in, "Is it just me, or are you invisible?"
"I am. Now can I come inside before some random guy makes a scene about it?" Danny said.
Tucker didn't even need to say anything. He let Danny walk into his house. As the invisible Danny passed by, Tucker snatched his beret back and put it on his head.
Sam arrived about ten minutes later. It took a while for her to escape her parents, who were dead set on trying to get Sam into a dress that she would never be caught dead in. She managed to get away from them by taking the dress into her room, locking the door, and escaping out her window.
She rung Tucker's doorbell and waited. Tucker opened the door and he didn't look quite alright. In fact, he looked a bit creeped out.
"Tucker, do I even want to know what happened?" Sam asked.
"Actually, I am not even sure..." Tucker said, "But since it involves Danny, we should know about it."
"Speaking of Danny, where is he?" Sam asked, "I swear, if this is another prank, I will kick your guys'-"
Sam froze mid-sentence when she felt a hand touch her shoulder. She jumped a bit and turned around to see no one. She frowned.
"Alright Danny! Come out of hiding this instant, mister!" Sam snapped.
"Actually I can't..." Danny's disembodied voice said.
Sam's eye twitched in annoyance.
"Do mean you can't or you won't? Because if you won't, I will make you!" Sam said.
"I can't because I am invisible!" Danny said, "Sorry, but I need to do it again, Tuck."
Danny swiped Tucker's beret once more and waved it in Sam's face. Sam's face was priceless as it could be for a surprised goth. She watched as Tucker attempted to get his 'floating beret' back in vain.
"I don't approve of this!" Tucker shouted, "Give it back, Danny!"
"See my problem now?" Danny asked, "I have been stuck like this for like about twenty minutes!"
By this point, Tucker finally managed to retrieve his red beret from Danny's possession. He huffed in annoyance as he put his beret back on his head.
"Alright, how did this... Invisibility... happen?" Sam asked.
"I don't know..." Danny admitted in embarrassment.
Sam face palmed.
"And that helps us out tremendously..." Sam said sarcastically, "How can you expect us to help if you have no idea what happened to cause it?"
"And more importantly, trust you around my babies," Tucker said hugging his ever present PDA.
"Maybe you guys could help me come up with some crackpot idea we know isn't the answer and sit on it until we know what exactly is going on," Danny said, sounding a bit satirical.
Tucker raised his hand.
"Okay, what's your idea, Tuck?" Danny asked.
"You have become some sort of alien amoeba who has powers that can control all of reality when you ate breakfast this morning...?" Tucker said, thinking of the crackiest idea he could think of.
"Tuck. When I said crackpot, I didn't mean make up something that is worse than The Whizzer's origin story," Danny deadpanned.
"You read that comic?" Tucker asked, a bit surprised.
"Yeah, and like I said: Worse. Origin. Story. Ever," Danny said, "So any other ideas that don't come out of someone's rear end or sound totally ridiculous?"
"I may have one idea," Sam said.
"You do, then tell us so I don't have to use my next idea!" Tucker said then leaned closer to Sam to whisper, "And trust me, you would want to leave the room since it is a guy's only thing."
"Okay, first off, ew. Knowing you two, I can see how disturbing it will get quickly," Sam said with a scowl, "Now do you remember anything before you passed out on us? You were shocked pretty badly."
"All I pretty much remember is the dare, entering the portal, and getting shocked by whatever was in the electricity," Danny said, "Other than that, it's a bit blurry."
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot! Man it was freaky! You looked really different, dude," Tucker said.
"Different how?" Danny asked, "And what does this have to do with the fact I am still invisible?"
"It may help," Sam said, "When you came out of the portal, your hair was white, your eyes green, you got a tan, and the jumpsuit that your parents made for you had its colors reversed. And also, you were glowing."
"That's what I said!" Tucker said.
"Yeah, but I left out the phrase 'whiter than an old man's' and the mention of radioactivity," Sam said with a frown, "If I didn't know any better, I would say you were a ghost. So you might just have their powers and looks and not the whole 'monster from an undead dimension' gig."
Danny burst out laughing. Despite being invisible, Sam and Tucker knew Danny was rolling on the floor laughing.
"Sorry, Sam," Danny gasped between laughs, "But that sounds even more ridiculous than Tucker's theory, and that's saying something!"
As Danny laughed, he slowly came back into the visible spectrum. Sam gave Danny an irritated scowl and nudged Danny with her combat boot.
"Are you done yet?" Sam asked.
"Okay, I think am…" Danny said then looked at himself and smiled, "Hey! I can see myself again!"
"Geez, I didn't even notice," Sam said sarcastically, "Let me get that book out."
Sam opened up her purple spider backpack and began to dig through it, tossing a few objects to side as she dug through. Danny swore he saw a picture of himself and Sam in a black and purple heart frame fly by.
"Here it is," Sam said and pulled out a book titled 'The Goth's Encyclopedic Guide to the Supernatural'.
"Sam, all three of us know that ghosts don't exist. The fact my parents never caught, much less seen one, is proof of that," Danny said.
"Then how do you explain the invisibility?" Sam asked as she flipped through the book, "And the fact you pretty much looked like a ghost before you passed out."
Sam shoved the book into Danny's hands. The book was opened to the section on ghosts. On the side showed a picture of a glowing teenage boy with long shoulder length jet black hair and glowing yellow eyes. Said person was wearing black slacks, brown combat boots, a green shirt with a silver skull on it, and a silver ring in his left ear. What stood out most was the fact the kid's skin was green. A neon green to be exact.
"It says here that very little is known about them. No one is sure if they are the actual dead, an impression of a dead person in Ectoplasm, or just a sentient being that formed out of Ectoplasm," Sam read from the book, "What is known is that most tend to be hostile, especially when they are angered. Aside from that, the observed powers are flight, levitation, invisibility, and the ability to become incorporeal."
When Sam said 'incorporeal', both boys gave her funny looks. Sam sighed. Her patience with Danny and Tucker's (most Danny's) obliviousness to the supernatural was wearing very thin. Almost to the point it was thinner than paper itself.
"It means intangibility. Tucker, I expected not to know," Sam said, resulting an offended 'hey' from Tucker, "But you Danny, you are the son of ghost hunters! You should know this!"
"You mean, I would if I wanted to," Danny corrected, "But however, not into ghosts like my parents, so I know absolutely nothing. All I know is that I am a B-student as of the moment, Dash's personal punching bag, and I want to be an astronaut when I grow up."
"Danny has a good point, Sam. Since when has he had an interest in what his parents do?" Tucker said.
Sam, rather than wanting to admit defeat in that argument, snatched Tucker's beret and shoved it into Tucker's mouth. Tucker frowned and placed his beret back on his head.
"What is it? Abuse Tucker's Beret Day? Not cool you guys. Not cool," Tucker said, "I swear my beret has never done anything to you guys!"
"Well, since my problems are now over, I think I am going to go home now," Danny said, obviously not worried anymore, "Thanks for your help. Bye!"
With that, Danny left. Tucker and Sam looked at the door, wondering how he could just ignore what had happened.
"For some reason, I think this is going to bite him the butt big time," Tucker said.
"And I didn't even think of that, Sherlock," Sam snarked, giving Tucker a look.
Later that night, Danny was tossing and turning. Distress took over his sleep as stills of memory from the accident flashed in his sleep. Words that were exchanged echoed as the stills flashed through the moments like a slideshow with camera shudder sound effects. Sweat dripped down his face as the memories intensified thanks to the memory of the pain he had felt. The same pain that was supposed to kill him but instead allowed him to live. In his dream, he felt his body change in some way. He wasn't sure how or why it felt so strange, but it one thing was for sure, nothing could truly describe it other than the phrase "you need to experience it".
Danny shot up, screaming at the top of his lungs. His eyes snapped open has he breathed in and out rapidly and deeply. His heart pounded like a base drum that was being played in a heavy rock concert. He mentally thanked the fact his dad could sleep through almost anything (even the end of the world, as Tucker once joked) and that Jazz and his mom used the Fenton Earplugs to block out the snoring caused by yours truly: Danny (when he is sleeping on his back) and Jack (in any position).
As soon as Danny calmed down, he stayed silent for a moment, making sure there were no complaints like the loud time the neighbors heard something 'obnoxiously loud' coming from the Fenton Household.
"Okay good, nobody called the police yet," Danny said.
Danny climbed out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to wash the sweat off his face. He didn't need the infamous smell of 'Teen Spirit' to ruin the rest of his night. He began splashing cold water on his face when he realized something was off. Really off. His hands had white gloves on them. He didn't remember wearing those to bed. In fact, he didn't even own white gloves. Well he did at one point, but he threw them away when no one was looking because they had cross-stitched Christmas Trees on them.
Danny's eyes traveled further down his arm. He was wearing a black jumpsuit. Again, didn't own a black one. He had a white one that he refused to wear because he thought it looked dorky.
"What the heck?" Danny muttered to himself, "If this is someone's idea of a sick joke, then I'd say they did a good job on the sick part and need to work on the joke part."
He then looked at his face in the mirror and blinked for a few seconds before taking a few steps back.
"Now this is really ticking me off," Danny asked with a frown, "Who the heck breaks into someone's house and decides to make the only normal person in a family of whack jobs look like a freaky cosplayer?"
Danny reached out to fill his hands with water again to get the 'dye' out of his hair. When his hands went under the running cold water, it felt tingly. And that wasn't even the weird part. The weird part was that he couldn't even feel the water pool in his hands. His eyes traveled down to his hands and he yelped. The water was going through his hands, literally.
"Okay, now that can't be explained by a prank," Danny said as his anxiety rose.
As the last word left Danny's mouth, weightlessness took over and he floated up to the ceiling. Danny tried to keep his screams quiet as possibly as he went higher and higher. He unfortunately crashed into the ceiling head first. Danny rubbed his head and became genuinely concerned with a tiny bit of fright seeping in.
"Okay, now I really regret blowing off and ignoring everything!" Danny panicked, "There has to be a way down!"
Danny saw that the door was still slightly open. He carefully used the ceiling to help him get to the door. As soon as he got to the door, positioned himself carefully as he could and opened the door with the door itself since he couldn't reach the knob. He grasped both sides of the door firmly with his hands and feet and began his way own.
Once he was back at the floor, Danny let go of the door and sighed in relief.
"That was really scary. Looks like Sam and Tucker were right," Danny said, "I should have listened, but I didn't... Man, I am such an idiot..."
Danny went back into his room and checked his alarm clock. It was 5:50 AM.
'Thank goodness it is a three day weekend and the fact I am being kept home for the week,' Danny thought.
With the date and time issue solved, Danny rushed down to the kitchen and pulled out a sticky note and pen. After a few issues with the pen falling through his hand, he finally managed to write "I went to Tucker's, so don't worry about me. ~Danny" on the sticky note and stuck it on the one place he knew it would be seen first. The handle on the fridge.
"Now to hurry over. Hopefully they will forgive me," Danny said.
Danny rushed to the door and tried to open it. He found his hand kept going through the knob. After ten attempts to grab the knob, he stuck his arm through the door. It went completely through. Without a moment to lose, he phased out of the house, a bit weirded out and frightened by the lack of feeling of passing through solid objects. He looked at himself as he felt himself become tangible in both awe and fright. What had he just become?
Danny broke into a mad run down the sidewalk. About four minutes in his run, he realized something really weird. He wasn't tired out like he normally would be by now. His muscles didn't even cramp from the lack of use or that stuff that causes fatigue when the muscles don't have enough Oxygen during exercise (which is Lactate by the way).
Shaking out all of the crazy thoughts racing through his head, he continued to run. Just as he got within thirty feet of Tucker's house, Danny's foot became intangible and made him trip. As Danny braced himself for impact, he realized the impact never came. His eyes opened and he saw he was floating in the air.
"Not again…" Danny moaned in annoyance.
Then Danny realized something, he wasn't exactly going upwards like before. Instead he was just hovering there as if he were treading water without the movement required. Danny flailed around a bit, trying to get himself back on the ground, but instead wound up going upside down.
"HELP!" Danny yelled.
A moment of silence went by.
"TUCKER!" Danny yelled, hoping to get his best friend to wake up.
Danny looked up to see the window to Tucker's room open. Tucker poked his head out and gasped at what he saw. He tried not to laugh at the sight he saw.
"This not funny, Tuck! Just come down here and help me!" Danny snapped.
"Sorry dude. I will be down in a second," Tucker said, holding back his snickers.
Tucker rushed away from his window. Danny floated there upside down impatiently. He was not in the mood for any possible jokes Tucker would likely make. All he wanted was to know what was going on and how to make all of the weirdness that had befallen him stop.
Tucker, who was in his yellow button up pajama top and circuit pattern boxers, came out the front door. He grabbed ahold of Danny and spun him right side up. With surprisingly little effort, wimpy Tucker set Danny down on the ground.
"Believe us now, Mr. Doubter?" Tucker asked with a victorious smirk.
"I do now. And I am sorry I just ignored everything you guys were trying to tell me," Danny said.
"Good," Tucker said, "Now come inside before someone sees you."
With that, Danny and Tucker entered the house and went into Tucker's room. Like the pockets of Tucker's cargo shorts, his room was loaded with technology. Mainly a computer tower and monitor, a laptop, several cellphones, a few unidentifiables, his two trusty PDAs named Sasha and Adele, and a TV with a VCR, CD Player, and a gaming console. All of which were as latest as Tucker's family could afford for their little growing Techno Geek. In Danny's mind, even by geek standards, Tucker had style, or rather a style of his own.
Tucker pulled out a fake mustache, confusing Danny a bit. Tucker placed the mustache on his own face, making him look like a horrible knock off of a psychiatrist. Danny then frowned, realizing what Tucker was about to play.
"Tucker, if you are going to pretend to be a shrink, I can go see Jazz, you know," Danny said.
"Dude, would she even believe you? Remember the time she-", Tucker began.
"Yeah, yeah! I think I get the point! No need to remind me of that!" Danny interrupted, cringing at the memory.
'The number one way to get Danny to reject to seeing his sister for help: Remind of him something embarrassing Jazz has done for him with psychology!' Tucker thought proudly.
"So what happened to cause... Well... This pretty much?" Tucker asked.
"Like I said earlier, not sure. But it happened when I was sleeping," Danny said.
"Okay, anything you remember from when you were sleeping like dreams, feelings, possible romances with Sam?" Tucker asked, wiggling his eyebrows at the last one.
Danny, with beet red cheeks and his glowing green eyes glowing brighter, threw a pillow at Tucker's face, knocking the mustache off.
"Chill dude, I was joking!" Tucker said, "But I am serious about the other two though."
"The dream I had was more of a fancy/creepy slide show of what happened during the accident," Danny said.
"Go on..." Tucker said pulling out his PDA and begun writing in his virtual notepad.
"It began with the moment Sam dared me to go in and ended with me screaming," Danny said, "I woke up looking like this after that. But the weirdest part was that I felt weird during the last few seconds of the memory slideshow."
"Interesting. I think I may have a theory," Tucker said, causing Danny to frown, "That isn't like the amoeba crack theory. Seriously dude, I was only trying to lighten the mood with that idea! However, we need Sam to be here, she is Ms. Encyclopedia-of-the-Supernatural after all."
"Good luck, she nearly killed us last time we tried waking her up this early on weekends," Danny said.
"This time will be different and we both know it," Tucker said as he began to dial Sam's number, "With the accident and everything happening recently, I am sure Sam will make an exception. Besides, what is the worst she can do to us?"
"It's your funeral, Tuck. You might want to try getting a date one last time and buying a casket before you call Sam," Danny said.
"Ha ha, very funny," Tucker said sarcastically as he waited for Sam to pick up.
Tucker tapped his foot for a few seconds as the ringback tone played. As soon as Sam answered, he pulled the phone away from his ear as Sam shouted at him for waking her up so early.
"Sorry about waking you up Sam, but we have a problem... Sam, come on!... You wouldn't... ANYTHING BUT MY BABIES!" Tucker said, progressively getting more and more anxious.
Danny sighed, Tucker was getting nowhere quickly with Sam. Without a second thought, he walked over to Tucker and snatched the phone from him. The phone wasted no time in falling through his hand. He desperately tried to catch it, but his intangible hands would let him touch it for one millisecond. Tucker rolled his eyes and held the phone to Danny's ear for him.
"Sam, we got bigger issues than sleep right now!... No I already hit puberty but that is besides the point!..." Danny said, trying to get his two cents in while Sam was taking her 'I am not a morning person' pill, "Just come back to Tucker's pronto!... No, I am not going to blow you guys off again! I am already regretting it!"
After a few more seconds of Danny talking to Sam, he hung up. He sighed in relief.
"She's on her way. Oh Tucker, remember plan XYZ?" Danny said.
"Yeah, what's the need for it?" Tucker asked.
"We may want it just in case. Well you mostly," Danny said.
"If you think you can go toe to toe with Sam and her combat boots, dude, then it's you who will need that casket," Tucker said with a few snickers.
Danny waved his still intangible hands in Tucker's face. Tucker's face donned with realization.
"Dude, you are so lucky..." Tucker muttered.