Twice in a row? wow!

Chapter 5 Attack

For the rest of the day, Danny was trying to figure out the best way to finally break the ice to Valerie. He thought over several senarios. One was just powering down in front of her. But that would make her think he could shape shift. the other plans were similar, but ended with Valerie confused.

"Danny, are you sure you want to do this man?" Tucker asked again, Danny nodded, not even tired of the question.

"Tucker, she hangs out with us now. I think locking her out of the loop is both mean and bad in the long run."

"Well... I don't know anymore actually." Sam said, both boys raised their eyebrows. It wasn't a secret that Sam still disliked Valerie. "I thought she was pulling your tail to trick you, but after today when she could have easily got you..." She took a breath. "I trust her."

"Thank you Sam!" He hugged her, she wished he wouldn't let go. "That means a lot to me, it really does." But it wasn't for her, it was for Valerie. Danny stilled like the Hunteress, out of some misguided thought of her being 'not so bad.' As the bell went he dashed off. Leaving both his friends behind.

"...You're lying." Tucker stated as soon as Danny was out of earshot. Sam had a blank expression.

"Duh." She said. "Danny is the most clueless person I have ever met, but he's going to go through with this anyway so might as well seem like I'm with the plan instead of against it."

"Does that mean you're getting over him?" He questioned. She paused for a moment and stormed off. Tucker sighed. Sam was moody, Danny was busy with ghost things. The invitation to Dora's Ball wieghed heavily in his pocket. He wanted to support Danny, but might not be welcome as the two ghost hunters 'hung out.' He wasn't even sure Danny knew Sam and Tucker had been invited. He didn't ask. Again, he knew he was busy, but couldn't help feeling left in the dust.

"No one ask's me anything anymore." He said to himself, getting his books from his locker. His best friend was becoming less relient on his tech skills, and Sam was growing more distant. If felt like Danny had died, really died and they were in the process of getting over it. He didn't like the feeling.

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Later that day, Danny sat in Lancer's office. The principal was away on business an he was filling in. He had done all the protocalls, called his parents (didn't answer the phone) and then a second contact, which patched him to an office in Wisconsin. He figured it was a wrong number.

"Detention?" Danny repeated, not believing his ears. He took his hand away from his bruising shoulder. "But he hit me first!"

"Daniel, you practically Judo threw him across the hall. You're lucky you're not getting suspended along with Dash." Lancer explained. "For the next two weeks you'll spend after school and Lunch time here."

If A board director haddn't been visiting, and wasn't turning into the hall way when Dash attempted to once again lock Danny in his locker, and didn't witness the self defence himself, Dash would have been on his merry way and Danny would be emptying his locker. In hindsight, it covered his shoulder injury as Dash had slammed him into his locker door by his aching limb. It was half reflex from the pain, and another half that wanted to see the bully get a taste of his own medicene.

"I have somewhere to be." He muttered. Damn it! He couldn't just leave her waiting on the roof.

"Danny, I have a question." Danny met Lancer's eyes. Lancer paused, he never noticed the fire in them before, he actually looked angry, frusterated he had seen, not actually anger. "Why did you throw him?" He was going to say hit, but hitting ment using your fists. Throwing was th proper term for what had happened.

"He hit me."

"Why did you hit back this time?" He wasn't cut out to be a therapist, but the least he could do is find out what was wrong. Danny never struck him as violent, even when he was being pushed around. But it took a lot of courage to stand up to someone twice your size and actually dislocate his jaw and fracture a collar bone. His football season is over this year. And putting Danny in detention was a good way off making sure the other players didn't come for his blood for taking out their quarter back.

"I'm sick of him, two years he's had it coming, do you notice he doesn't bully people his size? Nope! Only those smaller then him. He's a coward." Danny huffeed.

"What's the straw that broke the camels back then?"

"What?" Why were people using terms Danny didn't understand?

"What pushed you so far to hit him? Because you're a strong boy, you've proved it today, and a lot of self restriant. Something's changed. Family trouble?"

Valerie. Valerie. Valerie. Valerie. Danny mentally shook his head and pushed her out of his head. But Lancer had brought up a point. He WAS going to tell Valerie, today, and nothing will stop him, not a jock, not Lancer.

"You know my family right? just the same old thing. Though Uncle Vlad is appearing more in me and Jazz's Life."

"'Jazz and I'." He corrected. "The millionare?" Lancer asked, maybe that wasn't a wrong number.

"Yeah..." Danny rolled his eyes. Lancer detected a tiny hint of annoyance. "We might as well get this over with."

Lancer paused.

"Starting tomorrow, you come back here and you mark tests." He said, and let the words sink.

"Wait, so I'm allowed to go now?"

"Yes." Lancer said. A rare moment of charity. The kid needed a break.

"Right now?"

"Yes."

"Woo!" And Danny was out of his seat, out the door and out of sight in under a second. Lancer once again paused to make sure he comperhended what happened.

"I'll have to ask him what was so important." Lancer muttered.

Danny transformed in the empty hallway and tried to fly straight up to the roof. He had forgotten that his flight was disabled, instead he turned invisble and made his way upstairs. He phased through the door and out in the open air.

"Sorry I'm late!" He said, grinning. Only ten minutes, she would have waited. He looked across the roof, no one in sight. The grin fell from his face and formed into a frown. He saw smoke raise at the front of the school. He phased through the floor to the enterance, he felt his stomach do a turn.

Engraved into the school's wall was a message carved with ecto blasts, still smoking. At the front enterance below and on the stairs was a orange piece of cloth. He picked it up and examined it, panic raising in him. It was burnt and smelt like ectoplasm, and blood fleckles in one corner. Valerie's bandana with fresh blood.

GET TO THE CLOCKTOWER IN TEN MINUTES OR SHE DIES.

This was written a month ago, and since I just did an entire study session and still caffinated, i'm putting this up. There was a second part, i cut it to work on it else where, and can't remember where else where was...

EDIT: Spelling and Grammer as much as possible, and added a few things, not too noticable though. Other then the fight being played out more. I find it amusing to image Danny grabbing Dash with one arm and throwing him across the hall. With witnessess.