A/N;

Hey, I have a question for you guys. In this fic, I was trying out a different writing style. This is way formal and descriptive, compared to what I usually write. Does this style of writing irritate you, or should I keep it as is? I think I'll tone down the extra words and stuff though. Sound good?

Thank you to all my favers/alerters/reviewers. Love you guys.

-Rain

"He took you where?" Sam asked in disbelief, "Danny, that sounds dangerous. Seriously dangerous." Danny shrugged, taking another slurp of his soda. Tucker and Sam, sitting at his desk and on the end of his bed, eyed him curiously.

"You're not worried?" Tucker asked. Danny shook his head.

"Why? I'm still here, nothing happened, and it was only a dream. I'm pretty sure it was just Clockwork's way of warning me." He replied. "Guys, I feel too crap to worry about anything."

"Still... just be careful if you have that dream again, okay? I mean, it's the Grim Reaper's domain. That's a little freaky, although really cool. What did it look like?" Sam said thoughtfully.

"It looked like the rest of the ghost zone, except... there were shadows everywhere. And that doesn't even make sense, because I didn't even know the ghost zone had shadows. And it was cold. Really cold. I didn't see a palace or anything, but we weren't very far in I don't think." He explained.

"What would the Grim Reaper want with you anyway?" Tucker asked. Danny shook his head.

"It's not me he wants. Clockwork never said that." He said hastily. Truthfully, he was a little bit shaken. Death was a scary guy, if all the superstitions about him were correct. If he had a problem with Danny, then Danny was screwed. The Grim Reaper wasn't like the Box Ghost, or Skulker, or even Vlad Plasmius. Would a Fenton Thermos even work on him? Still, he didn't feel like thinking about it.

"We need to figure out why you crashed in that alley yesterday afternoon," Sam said, snapping him out of his thoughts, "Do you think a ghost could be behind it?"

"How could a ghost not be behind it?" Danny replied, lying back on the bed he'd been confined to all day, "I'd say Vlad, but usually he would've made an appearance by now."

"Or after he knocked you out, he would've taken you back to his evil, secret, I-live-alone-and-it's-very-obvious lair to make you his son." Tucker added with a smirk. Danny shuddered.

"Okay, let's rule out Vlad. What about Skulker?" he suggested. Sam shook her head.

"Nah, same problem. He's got that obsession with your pelt, remember?" she replied.

"Technus? Ember? Penelope Spectra? The Box Ghost? Who knows? All I know is that I'll be fine. I always am." Danny smiled reassuringly.

"But you're not fine," Sam pointed out, scowling, "You're bedridden."

"Guess Danny Phantom is no match for a little sickness, huh?" Tucker grinned.

"Yeah... I think I'll be out of commission for a while." Danny yawned.

"Maybe you can get a few days off school with this one. You look pretty horrible."

"Thanks, Tucker."

The three friends sat in silence; Danny's laboured breathing and the faint sound of Tucker tapping on the desk unnaturally loud. What now? Danny was out of it; he was in no shape to fight ghosts. He'd obviously been attacked – why else would he have blacked out with no memory? – and they had no idea who did it. If a ghost attacked, and Danny Phantom wasn't there to save the town, who would? Sure, Sam and Tucker knew a few things about ghost hunting, and Danny's parents weren't totally clueless, but really? Danny did the hard-core butt kicking. He'd been sick before, but not this sick. Danny was a fighter; he wouldn't agree to stay in bed unless he was really feeling terrible.

He had to get better, or, as Sam put it, "The town is screwed."

Danny smiled. "I'll be okay soon enough. You guys should probably go; I don't want you to catch whatever this is. Trust me, it's not fun." He began coughing again, and was met with sympathetic smiles from his friends.

"Get well soon, man." Tucker said as he left. Sam lingered behind, her expression torn.

"Feel better, okay? And don't try and get out of bed." She instructed. Danny rolled his eyes, but grinned.

"Yes, Mom." He teased. Sam smirked.

"And eat your vegetables."

"Always."

"Stay in school."

"Of course."

They grinned at each other, the silence between them comfortable and easy. That was part of what Danny loved about being friends with Sam- there wasn't always that pressure to make conversation. They could sit, just sit, and be happy. They didn't always talk, because they didn't have to. It was... nice.

After a while, Sam pulled his bedroom door open. "I probably should go. I told my parents I'd be home a while ago."

"Alright. I'll see you... whenever I see you." Danny replied, lying back and yawning. "I'm going to have a nice sleep, and forget to forget all about ghosts and weird illnesses. Wish me luck."

"Good luck," Sam smiled as she slipped quietly out into the hallway, leaving her best friend to sleep.

A/N;

As much as I hate fillers, I had to do this. I needed to write SOMETHING to get the story going again. So I'm really sorry, the action will maybe be back the next chapter.

Also, remember that everything I do when I write, I do for a reason. So if you're sitting there going HUH? In the future chapters, just remember that I probably have a plan for it.

-hugs reviewers- You guys are my sunshine. You rock.

-Rain