-Authors Note- Thank you for all the reviews!

To the anonymous person who said, Really good! Keep writing, it really keeps the personalities of all the characters,thanks for reviewing!

2288smile: Sorry for not getting this up sooner, but I didn't have internet access all day yesterday and almost all of today.

MsFrizzle: I am trying to switch it up a bit. Get more into action and such. The title should make even more sense later. I'm glad you enjoyed the cliffhanger!

VERGILthefallen: I had a moment of rambling, but this chapter isn't as long as the second was. As for proofreading, I'm the only one checking my story right now. My computer likes to "help" me, so it automatically "corrects" stuff as I go instead of underlining it for me. I'm looking into it.

Thank you all for the amazing reviews and without any further ado, chapter three!

Chapter 3: Eminence


Danny was kneeling on both knees against the floor of the lab staring at the remains of Fright Night. Being as mortified as he was, he didn't hear Dani and Jazz calling to him.

"Danny? What's going on down there?" Jazz and Dani yelled together. They shouted several more times only to hear no response. Jazz rose from the table and raced downstairs, Dani following closely behind her in ghost form.

When they reached the basement, they were startled by what they saw. Devices were scattered everywhere and ectoplasm coated the walls. They were even more shocked to see Danny on his knees a large pile of ivory colored dust in front of him.

"What in the. . . ." Jazz murmured.

Danny shook off his paralysis and rose slowly walking towards Jazz and Dani in a daze. He told them what happened just moments ago in a quiet, slightly disturbed voice.

Dani looked at the dust still laying on the floor and flew up to the spare room. She found a tall ornate, blue and white vase Maddie had shoved in storage because it was from Pamela Manson, Sam's mom.

"We could put him in here," she suggested weakly. Jazz took the jar from the girls hands, pulled on an extra pair of gloves Maddie kept in the lab, and started gathering the remains. Dani followed suit.

Soon there was only one handful left and the two sisters looked expectantly at Danny. He knelt down on one knee, gently scooped up the ashes, and placed them gingerly into the jar. He picked it up, traveled up the stairs, and deposited it on a high shelf in the living room.

Jazz was the first one to speak. "We can figure this out later Danny, try to brush it off at the party."

"The party? Oh, yeah . . . right. . . ." Danny mumbled.

Dani saw the troubled look on her brothers face and figured she should say something to console him. "Why don't you talk to Tucker and Sam about this? It might–"

Danny's face lit up when he heard Sam's name. "I forgot! I was supposed to pick Sam up at least half an hour ago!" Danny exclaimed, looking at his digital wristwatch. "I've gotta hurry. Explain everything to Mom and Dad. I'll be back in a few hours!" And with that he turned intangible and flew through the walls of his house, grabbing the Fenton thermos just in case, and landed in Sam's bedroom.

"Sam? Are you here?" Danny called.

"About time! I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me," Sam's voice said from around the corner. Then she came into view and Danny's jaw dropped.

A black coconut bra with purple strings attached halter style was in place of her normal black and purple shirt. Her purple grass pa'u was streaked with black and green and was a couple inches above her ankle. She sported a bright green leafy bracelet and anklet that matched the barrette holding back her bangs. A single lei colored navy blue and fading into black covered most of her mid-riff. Brown strappy sandals were placed on her feet. The only thing really different about Sam was that she was wearing mascara along with her usual lilac colored lipstick.

Danny tried to speak, but he was tongue tied. Sam chuckled and asked, "It's not over doing it, right? I mean, all the other girls are wearing this but different colors and-"

Finally he came to his senses. "Are you kidding me? You look gorgeous!" Danny exclaimed a huge smile spreading across his face.

"I wouldn't go that far," Sam replied, cheeks burning.

"I would." Danny leaned down and kissed her before scooping her up in his arms and flying towards Dash's house.

"You are wearing your outfit, right?" Sam asked in a motherly way.

"Yes, Sam. I wouldn't forget." He paused for a second. "Hmm, seems like there was something I was going to tell you . . . maybe I'll think of it later." The incident with Fright Night had been swept right out of his mind the moment Sam had appeared.

Danny gently put Sam down on Dash's front porch, phasing back to Danny Fenton. He rung the doorbell, hoping that nothing would go wrong at the party. Boy, was he wrong.

...

Dash opened the door with an annoyed look on his face. He leaned on the door frame in his crisp police uniform. "Fenton. Manson."

"Hey, Dash," Danny replied coolly.

Dash stepped out of the doorway, got up in Danny's face, and poked him near his collarbone with every word. "Don't think that just 'cause you saved the world you're anything special."

"No, course not. Wouldn't dream of it," Danny said suppressing a smile.

"Where is everyone?" Sam asked as she peered into the empty house.

"Out back. Follow me," Dash replied rolling his eyes and turning his back on them. He motioned with his hand to walk behind him. Somethings never change, like Dash's egomaniac ways.

The three teens walked through the living room towards the back of the house, and Dash opened the sliding doors leading outside.

Dash lived on the beach side, so the lawn was actually all sand. Multi-color lights were strung on a large, suspended portcullis that hung over all the partyers. A boom box was positioned beside a large roll-out dance floor on which many girls were swaying and twisting performing a classic hula dance. Platters of cheese, crackers, olives, grapes, strawberries, and various sandwiches were laying on a long, narrow fold-out table along the house. Several super-sized jugs of punch, water, tea, and coke products were laying beside the food platters.

Danny would have loved to enjoy all of this, but the moment Dash stepped away from Sam and Danny, the students saw them and were rushing over to him, completely forgetting about whatever they had been doing.

"Ooh, Danny, sign my shirt!" a boy from Biology class shouted.

"Danny will you take a picture with me?" one girl screamed.

"No, take a picture with me, Danny!" yet another yelled back.

"No, me!"

"Hey! Calm down!" Danny bellowed, but the roar of fighting was louder.

"HEY!" Sam screamed immediately silencing everyone. Sam leaned close to Danny and whispered, "Maybe we should go."

"I-" Danny started, but was interrupted by a cold, gravelly laugh. Then the lights shattered, and they were in complete darkness.


Mwahahahahaa! I left you guys with another cliffy! So, after you're done hating me for doing that to you guys, leave me a review to let me know how I did with this chapter!