Superphantom Week
Day 4: Role Swap

A/N: heh, kind of cheated with this one too. and i also added some not-so-subtle references to two other fandoms i'm in.


Confusion and Cons

Sometimes Danny wondered how he ends up in such weird situations.

The day had started out normal enough: he got up, ate breakfast, did a quick patrol around the city for ghosts, and then went to meet up with Sam and Tucker to spend the weekend lounging about somewhere. However, as soon as he reached the duo, he was surprised to see them wearing costumes. Tucker's get-up was relatively normal, with a brown pinstriped suit and white converse shoes – it took Danny all of two minutes to realize that his friend was dressed up as the main character from that one sci-fi show, although he could barely recall the name (Doctor What? No, that wasn't right). Sam, however, was wearing something much stranger. It looked as though she was wearing a scuba suit that was covered with straps and metal, with something that looked like a cage connected to an air tanked strapped to her back and a long needle on her left arm. She was carefully balancing a round helmet that looked like that of an old-timey scuba suit, with only one window that was tinted red, and a large plastic bag. He desperately sifted through his memories to figure out what her costume was, or why both friends were dressed up in the first place, but was sadly drawing up a blank.

"Tucker, could you please take the bag?" he heard Sam practically demand as he finally caught up to them. "You aren't holding anything and I don't want to drop this helmet."

Tucker looked up from his PDA and grinned. "Don't you mean 'Tucker, would you kindly take this bag?'"

The goth glared at him and Danny could tell a fight was about to break out. Not wanting either friend injured or arrested, the ghost boy quickly intervened. "Why are you guys dressed up?" he asked while relieving Sam of the large bag. "It isn't Halloween yet, it's the middle of June."

Both friends looked at him with shock. "You don't remember?" Tucker asked, hurt and disappointment lacing his voice. "Man, you promised us this and then you went and forgot? We worked so hard on your costume too!"

The ghost hero titled his head to the side, confusion clear. "Costume?"

Sam rolled her eyes as she shifted her helmet from one arm to the other. "Yes, Danny, costume. There's a con in town this weekend, and you agreed to go with us to make up for ruining movie night a few months back." She bit back the scoff as he let out a soft "Aahh." "Anyway, you also agreed that we get to choose your costume. It's in the bag," at this she nodded her head towards the item that the boy now carried.

Danny looked down at the bag and cautiously opened it. His brows furrowed upon seeing the contents – a trench coat, a blue tie, and a suit? "Just who am I dressing up as? A federal agent?" This gained a snort from both his friends.

"Sort of," Tucker began, walking forward and pulling the trench coat out of the bag. "You remember last year when Sam and I got into that book series? The one about the two brothers?" Danny nodded slowly, a bad feeling washing over him as he eyed the coat. "Well there's this one character, named Castiel, whose description matches yours really well-"

"Black hair, blue eyes, tall," Sam interrupted, once again shifting the helmet to the other arm, using her now freed hand to gesture towards Danny's, well, everything. "You know, the works."

The half ghost looked skeptical, eyes darting back and forth between the two friends. Finally, he sighed and took the coat back from Tucker. "Fine," he huffed. He had promised them he would go to the con dressed as whomever they chose, after all. He should be grateful that it wasn't something more embarrassing. "Let me just go change and then we can head out."

And that was how the youngest Fenton found himself wondering through a crowded room full of cosplayers nearly two hours later. He grumbled loudly as he pushed through the crowd by himself, having lost his two friends almost as soon as they entered that area of the con.

"Cas!"

He had started to look for them but soon found it to be a hopeless cause with how many people surrounded him.

"Cas!"

So now he was simply looking for a bathroom or anything similar where he could transform and fly out of there.

"Damn it, Cas!"

"I really hate crowds," he complained again after almost tripping when someone stepped on the stupid coat he wore.

"Cas!"

Danny didn't know much about this Castiel character, but what he was currently going through was making him really dislike the guy, especially his outfit.

"CAS!"

Suddenly a large hand grabbed the teen by his shoulder and spun him around, causing him the let out a small shout. He jumped back almost instantly, falling into a defensive mode, ready to fight should whoever grabbed him made a move. Before him were two men who seemed to have an obsession with plaid. The guy furthest from him was the taller of the two, almost as tall as Danny's father but not quite, with shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes. The other guy, who was considerably closer and hand one arm reached out (clearly, he had been the one to grab him), was shorter than the other, although still somewhat taller than Danny himself, with styled brown hair and dark green eyes. Both men were large and muscular, and if Danny did not have superpowers he would have been terrified as they towered over him. As it was, he was simply cautious, daring them to attack.

Neither did, for they looked rather surprised. The shorter of the two dropped his arm and coughed loudly. "Uh, sorry about that. We thought you…were someone else," he awkwardly apologized, shifting nervously. The taller man smiled and shrugged sheepishly, embarrassed by their mistake.

"It's cool," the teen hesitantly answered, forcing himself to relax. It was just a mistake. "Just, like, make sure you actually know who it is before grabbing them."

He would've said more on the matter if his ghost sense hadn't gone off. He stilled, eyes scanning the area around him, desperately looking for either the ghost or a place for him to transform. He heard a strange sound emitting from one of the men's coats and barely registered the taller one pulling out an EMF meter, which caused both men to curse. He had only just spotted the bathroom (finally!) when he heard a voice call out, "Man, I wish we could actually become the things we dress up as!" His blood ran cold, and he turned just in time to see his friends (so now they show up) nearly tackle a boy in a white wig and blue hoodie in order to cover his mouth and prevent him from speaking, but it was all in vain. For almost instantly afterwards a loud, familiar voice answered the boy's careless wish.

"So you have wished it, and so shall it be!"


A/N: yeah... rushed end. i don't actually have very much to say about this, other than the fact that it was through writing this that i realized how horrible i am at describing big sister costumes.