Disclaimer: HOLY CRAP! Ninety-three reviews and you haven't even read the fourth chapter yet! Wow! I can't even begin to express how flattered I am… Thank you all sooo much for your support… That's even more reviews than Slipups of the Ghostly kind got in its first like five chapters! So fan-girls2.0, Writer's-BlockDP, ShiTiger, EmoGwyddoniaeth2, Autumnmycat23, Shuricel, acosta perez jose ramiro, Arabic Blessing, naitodoragon, Luiz4200, Wapeci, Illustriously Unsound, Demonevangelion, dessyweird51 (No he isn't DPcrazy, DP fan (That's the best part about it… Dash has no CLUE how deep he dug himself), Twilight-Phantom66, Thunderstorm101 (Point… we wouldn't want Dash to be a ghost…), FCC, Soulcat56 (I love Wulf!), Crest of Water (Awesome name BTW), Ashadowofwings, no name, watashiwapikushidesu (Don't kill poor Joshy), ShadowLord9, mzullos5, IscaPhantom Me-agaisnt-the-world, Savi2070, blackkaosrose, DPshadow, Phantom Shade, Velvet Star, ghostanimal, broken0dream, EctoChameleon, Rebell, Wooo! (No that was Cujo… Wulf is the one who Walker forced to work for him in Public Enemies), WolfChibi-Chan, PhantomAlchemist (Thank you… and those quotes just prove how strange a world we all live in. lol ), and paulinaphall get wishing stars showered upon their heads and Wulf cupcakes that take you to the world of your choice! Thank you all soo much!And I even know how to spell Chihuahua now! Yay (I knew it looked wrong!)

Ok… so this is officially the most fun story to write so far… Lamia and Jeff agree. I can explain anything that happens from Danny's PoV as well if you have questions about that. Okiedokie… onto the chapter!

Phase Four: Cower In Fear

"You didn't know a THING!" Danny hollered, another bright green blast blowing a hole in the floor through to the grass. "Not a THING!"

"What the hell was that?" Dash screamed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What the hellwas it?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What the HELLwas it?"

Another blast rocketed out of Danny's hand and melted the door handle. "You're instant demise if you don't answer me!" Danny yelled, completely enraged.

"I don't know! Don't kill me!" Dash cowered in fear as the wolf-ghost bore down upon him, sniffing fiercely.

"You don't know!" Danny powered up another blast, letting it off at the ceiling. It exploded in the air outside like a deadly firework. Dash whimpered and noticed that the wolf thing was keeping his distance. Danny even scared it? What was he? Dash stared wide-eyed at the boy in front of him. Danny was panting heavily, his hands still glowing green. It seemed that his whole body was shaking, and Dash was sure it wasn't from the cold. He crab-walked backward as Danny turned to the wall, giving it a couple good punches, making cracks in the wood each time.

Dash nearly peed his pants when Danny turned to scowl at him.

"You don't know! How can you not know? You're telling me you didn't know ANYTHING about me and you…" Danny seemed to run out of words, throwing his hands up in the air with a loud cry of frustration before he flopped against the wall and sunk to the floor, his head in his hands.

"You didn't know," he mumbled, looking utterly deflated. The wolf said something in that gibberish of his and Danny sighed, running a hand through his raven hair. "No… No Wulf, it's… fine. I'm ok." He glared at Dash, his eyes glowing green, "Which is more than I can say for him."

"Don'thurtmeI'mafootballstar!" Dash said, his voice high-pitched and afraid. Danny's glare softened ever-so-slightly, his eyes melting slowly back to icy blue, but not quite getting there before he started up his rant again.

"What on Earth were you trying to do? Didn't you think I would figure it out! I can't believe you! Are you trying to give me more reasons to hate my life, because you're doing a great job of it!" The teen's eyes flashed green again and Dash looked at him in confusion.

"What's wrong with your eyes man? And what the hell was that?" He pointed at the hole in the side of the shack as Danny's eyes promptly went blue again.

Make up your mind already. Stupid flashy eyes…

"Nothing," Fenton lied. Dash shook his head.

"Uh uh! That wasn't 'nothing.' You could've killed someone Fenfreak. If that was pointed at-"

"I know, Dash!" Danny yelled. Taking a breath, he ran a hand through his hair. "I know… I'm sorry. I just-" He broke off… turning away from the jock, anger still in his eyes.

Dash looked at his classmate long and hard. It hit him that he knew what those green blasts were! They were like the ones Danny Phantom and other ghosts used. But how Fenton could use them was way beyond Dash. "You still didn't answer my question," the jock demanded, then accused, "Those were like ghost's powers weren't they?" The wolf ghost gave a growl and its red eyes bore into Dash. It obviously hadn't liked the tone of the boy's voice.

"Wulf stop. He's no threat… for now. Why don't you go. I'll meet you later, ok?" The ghost jabbered something and Danny nodded. The monster ghost bound his way out of the shack through one of the undamaged walls. There were some screams from outside as Danny stood and faced Dash. "Dash," he started, taking a deep breath, "You can't tell anyone what you saw, please."

Dash listened to the almost-hidden worry in Fenton's stern voice and it hit him that he still had the upper hand. He knew what Fenton could do now and it was even more in the loser's interests to do as Dash said. The jock gave a sly smile and got to his feet, walking towards Danny. He stopped when they were barely a foot from each other, Dash looking down at the unreadable face of the boy in front of him.

"Sure," he said, and Danny's face flooded with relief, but Dash continued, "For a price."

Danny looked up at him surprised, before his face went stony with anger. "You're still going to exploit this?" Dash smirked; Danny understood and glowered up at his classmate. The two stood like that for just a second longer before Danny spoke, his hands balled into fists.

"Fine."

"Good," said Dash, his grin widening as Danny turned and walked a few steps away, crossing his arms, "Because I still want the answers to Lancer's next test."

"What!" Danny hollered, spinning on the spot. It was Dash's turn to cross his arms.

"You heard me Fentank. I don't really feel like studying."

"Dash, I'm not getting those test answers for you!"

Dash sighed, his smirk never leaving his face, "So then how should I title this on my webpage? How about… 'The freak looser Fenton'… Catchy huh?" Dash laughed at the conflicting feelings flashing across Danny's face.

This was pretty fun, dangling the threat right in Fenton's face.

Danny looked at Dash like he was the scum of the Earth. "I hope you rot in hell," he spat, turning on his heel and storming out of the shack through the wall.

Dash blinked in surprise… he hadn't seen that trick coming! Fenton could walk through things too? Was he some sort of ghost or something?

The jock gave a grin at that. If Fenton was a ghost… maybe Danny Phantom could dump him in the ghost zone when this was all over. See Fenton try and scare Phantom! Ha!

Dash walked to the door, laughing as he went. Then, to his horror, he jiggled the knob.

The door was locked.

"Hey!" he yelled, trying to force the door open, "Hey! Let me out!" He pounded hard on the frame of the door, yelling at the top of his lungs. "Fenton! Fenton! I know you're out there!" He heard a laugh and a jingling of keys and ran to the hole in the wall. There was Fenton, whistling as he walked away, twirling on one finger a set of keys he had apparently nicked from Lancer, who seemed to be frantically looking for something - probably said keys - in the grass.

"Fenton!" Dash yelled, but Danny pretended not to hear him as he walked towards Lancer, handing the teacher the keys like he had just found them. The two walked off, leaving the football field deserted.

Oh damnit!

Dash stormed up to the trio of losers on their way home. But before he could say a word, the ghoth chick Manson had run up and lunged at him, trying to claw his eyes out by the feel of her nails on his face. Dash yelled and threw her off of himself, but not before she had giving him some very nasty cuts across his face.

"You freak, Manson. What-"

But Sam cut across him, Danny and Tucker now having to restrain her as she struggled to get to her victim again. "You self-centered ass! If you cared one ounce for anyone but yourself you'd see how wrong what you're doing is, but I suppose a stupid bastard like you would never be even close to that kind of a vaguely decent person! You arrogant egotistical jerk! If you think for one moment that I'll let you anywhere near Danny I'll-" She let out a growl of rage and struggled harder against her friends' grips.

"Sam, calm down!" Foley panted, his grip constantly slipping. Danny's hold, however, was stronger, and instead of quieting Manson down, he turned calmly to Dash.

"Got out of that shed I see," he said, smirking.

"Yes I did," Dash snarled, "You're lucky I'm in a good mood, or you secret would be up all over the internet!"

"So then why are you blocking our way home?" Danny asked annoyance clear in his tone. Manson had stopped struggling now, though the two boys still kept a firm hold on her.

"Just wondering if you had those test answers for me," Dash answered. Fenton's expression darkened.

"I can't believe you would go through with this."

"I can," the goth girl snarled, her violet eyes trying to gouge out Dash's heart, "He's a good for nothing jock and he'll never think of anyone but himself! You've got to stop being too nice for your own good!" She broke herself out of Tucker's hold and her hand went flying towards Dash's throat. The quarterback took a few worried steps back; this girl was vicious.

"Maybe so," said Danny, pulling his friend back, "But, it looks like I have no choice at the moment." Manson stopped her struggling, sharing a look with Fenton before nodding slowly, throwing Dash a dirty look. The jock pretended not to notice.

"Well then, let's go get those answers now," Dash said, smirking at his classmate. Danny left his friends, and walked briskly away from the jock and towards the school. Dash had to sprint to catch up.

The two teens watched through their classroom window. Mr. Lancer was still sitting there, grading papers by the looks of it.

"He's not going to leave anytime soon you know," Danny informed the jock beside him dryly.

"I know," Dash said, a sinister grin on his face, "That's why you're going to get those answers."

Danny gave a sideways look at his classmate. "What are you talking about?" he asked slowly, like he knew he wouldn't like the answer.

"With those freakish tricks of yours, you're going to scare the answers out of him." Dash smiled victoriously at Danny's incredulous look.

"If you're saying what I think you're saying-"

"You're going to do it," Dash interrupted, "because if you don't... let's just say channel five will have a new breaking news story." Dash chuckled and Danny shot the quarterback a dirty look before he gave a defeated sigh and stood slowly.

"Again," he said, the beginning shadows of another emerald blast encasing his hand, "I hope you rot in hell."

Yep… that's the end of a chapter… Don't worry… I think Wulf will be coming back… I think…not much of a cliffy but I hope it leaves you wondering what happens next anyways! (Glares at Lamia for not providing more of a cliffhanger) This is payback for the firework isn't it?

You shouldn't have redirected it at my head.

It wouldn't have hurt you… much… (Gets hit by her Flaming Boomerang of Death) Ow! LAMIA!

Oh go get hit by a train!

I won't die like Harry!

But you will confuse your readers…

Incognito Bob go away! You always confuse me!

As the arctic bird of anonymity it is my duty to seek for your puzzlement.But for your readers I must disclose that there is a fiction of wizardly related plot in this author's collection following her receiving and subsequent finishing of one final Harry Potter work and her reading of some reviews on said novel.

SPEAK ENGLISH! (Is knocked out by flying Super Smash Brothers hammer)