You have made the choice of time, due to lack of choice.
A month had passed, but to the small group of friends it was one of the longest months of their lives. Sam was sometimes tense around her new friends, especially the one she had accidentally 'killed'. Conversation had become a little strained between the trio when it was around Danny and his powers, but only Tucker could truly stand being around the 'ghost' version of Danny.
Danny, of course, was the most effected. He acted like a frightened little Pomeranian when he was around too many people, and could barely keep up a calm pretense around his friends and family. It was to be expected, though. Between waking up in the night after hitting the ceiling, or in the morning after sinking to the basement, it was stressful. That's not even counting the amount of accidental transformations which seemed be endeavouring to scare him out of his mind- between dropping everything (grades and beakers included), dealing with school social antics, and hiding from his parents who wanted nothing more than to show him new ghost weapons-!
Well, let's just say stress was at an all-time high, and any break from the sharp, painful ritual of panic for Danny would come as a relief to the tense teen; even fresh arguments took his mind off the awkward, horrifying truth. Of course, they didn't have to be meaningful.
This all lead up to Sam deciding to put the gas on something she'd been pressuring the school to do, have a vegetarian menu for a week. Tucker, needless to say was annoyed.
"Sam, was this really worth it?" The afro-american had a small frown on his face as he stared at the goth over a small plate of half wilted grass on bread. Sam had already been smirking, but seeing Tucker's discomfort it grew. A lot.
"They need to see a new perspective-"
"Ah, Sam Manson! Just who I wanted to see, the schoolboard wanted me, as the Vice, to personally thank you for your…er, welcome addition to the school cafeteria" Smiling, the overweight teacher leaned over to get a better look at the meagre rations. Tucker shot up suddenly, his nose twitching.
All previous thoughts were gone as the carnivore in him took over. "Meat… Near..." Lancer took a step back, and pulled out a toothpick hastily.
"No- No… The rumours about the all steak buffet in the teacher's cafeteria are completely untrue! Thanks again, Sam." With that he strode off, and you could hear a breath being released when he left the room.
Tucker stopped following Lancer with a glare, and instead he turned it on Sam. "Yeah- Sam, thanks for making us eat garbage!" Sam stood up, a snarl on her lips, and no doubt had a scathing retort ready before she was interrupted. A tall, blonde boy in a red and white football jacket had strode over, a cross between a sneer and a glare on his face.
"Hey, Fenturd! I ordered two mud pies- guess what they gave me? Two mud pies! With MUD. From the GROUND."
The Jock, well known as the school Bully, shoved his plate on top of Danny's, squishing the barely existent 'turfwich' that had resided there. Danny shivered, and gently scooped a clump of dirt up. He squinted at the clump of grassy mud, wincing, then reconsidered his priorities. as something terrifying- to him at least, happened. He saw his own breath. To a normal person this would be nothing more than an unusual occurrence in the cold.
But Danny wasn't a normal person anymore, and it wasn't cold.
Ghosts had appeared before when he'd seen his breath, and he'd had to fight in his strange new 'ghost' form each time. His eyes darted around for an exit, the only safe one was the kitchen and that was blocked by the popular crowd. He breathed in, this was taking too long even if it had only been a few seconds. It could attack any moment now, and Tucker or Sam might get hurt. His friends could get hurt.
Damnit! He was stalling.
"Uh... Uh… Food- Fight!?" He halfheartedly flung his spoonful at Dash. Given a million years he could not, in any way, have predicted the chaos that would ensue, although he was already ducking when the air became a disaster zone.
Sam, was not so lucky, and escaped with a new muddy hairstyle. Tucker raised an eyebrow when he saw her state. "Maybe you'll grow flowers in your hair."
Danny smiled tersely. "We'd better get moving, guys…" He crawled from under the table, looked up, and looked down immediately, moving forward remarkably fast and somehow not being detected. Eventually he made it to the kitchen, and straightened up. He peeked around the corner to see his friends moving slowly but surely towards him with a new colouring to their backs.
He smiled nervously, he knew what would happen soon. Tucker pulled himself in first, followed by Sam. Sam was the one who spoke. "Let me guess, ghost trouble?"
Tucker half glared at her, and Danny winced. "Sorry Sam, I just… I just don't want to see you guys hurt, okay?" She huffed and turned away slightly.
"Just get on with it. We'll be here." Danny's nervous smiled had remained, but now he dropped it in favour of concentrating. A flash of light appeared around his waist and moved along his body, bringing a cold, numb sensation and a burnt hazmat suit with it. The burns on his ghost forms face and neck hadn't changed with time, as they had half hoped.
Sam flinched and looked away. Tucker gave him an encouraging smile.
A.N
Yo! Been a little while, eh? Well, it's here so stop sulking : ) If you guys have any requests, e.g special plotlines or character cameos (original or otherwise) please drop them in a review, I'll put them in somewhere!
Just a minor warning, some characters may end up being bashed unless there's a protest from you guys. Sam for one. : P Sorry D/S shippers, gonna have to convince me if romance is wanted. Any ships will have to be convinced, actually. : (
Ah well, BCoH signing out!
