1076 words. It's shorter this time. Sorryyy!! It seemed like a good place to end and I wrote this kind of fast, because I'm behind schedule. Updates should now take anywhere from 3 days to a week, just so you know. I think I've found someone special. Well yeah duh everyone's special...
anyone else think Tucker's username is sort of...sketchy? Eheheheh.
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As Sam stared up into his eyes, Danny changed back, his eyes shifting from green to blue. Sam was captivated. The way he transformed never ceased to amaze her. Then she remembered where her head was and quickly sat up, facing Danny.
"What are you trying to do?" cried Sam, motioning to the TV behind her. "Did you see that? You – you –"
Danny put on an innocent face, but worry showed through. "Do what? What did I do?"
Sam whirled around, praying the teaser would play again, but it was only an ad for shampoo. She faced front again. "You were on the news!"
"Like I said I would." Danny favored her with a winning smile, relieved it was going well so far.
"And it said you saved a suicidal girl – and – there would be more at six." Sam watched his face carefully for a reaction.
Danny ducked his head and played with one of the pillows he was sitting on. "Umm...no worries?" He stared at his frayed jeans and lowered his voice to a mutter. "Though she certainly wasn't suicidal...homicidal, maybe..."
"And just who are you talking about?"
"P – the suicidal girl I supposedly saved?"
They were suddenly both silent, trying to work out what had happened.
He lifted his head and caught her eye. "Whatever. This wasn't exactly the thing I'd planned for you to see, but it's good enough...better than I thought. It's killing two birds with one stone. If...you know what I mean. I think you'll understand." He smiled.
Sam cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'll see it to believe it. Six o'clock's the word. An hour and a half to go."
Danny shifted on the bed, stretching out his legs. "That might not give the best explanation. You'd either have to ask me or Pauli—"
Sam gasped, just as Danny realized his slip-up. "That girl was Paulina?" a pause. "She's suicidal?"
"Argh!" He slapped his forehead. He changed ghost and flew around her room in tight, agitated circles. A ghost's version of pacing.
"You're making me dizzy," complained Sam.
Danny stopped abruptly. "I'll...be back." He flew out her window into the air, taking care to make himself invisible. He needed to sort this all out. Shooting back to his house and into his room, he laid on his bed and de-transformed again.
Tucker knows nothing yet, unless he watched the news. In that case, he will have the same questions as Sam. Except Tucker doesn't know the girl was Paulina. Would Tucker or Sam be more confused?
He didn't get to finish thinking. Someone heavy pounded up the stairs. That would be his dad. His door burst open. His dad, clad in his perpetual orange jumpsuit, blocked the doorway while his more petite mom and sister poked their heads out from beneath his arms.
"Did you see that, son? The ghost boy saved a suicidal girl! Isn't that something?" Jack Fenton grinned widely.
"So, uh, dad, don't you think the ghost boy is good, then? I mean, because, he saved her...and everything?" Jazz, Danny's sister, suggested tentatively.
Jack seemed to deliberate. "Well, are they sure it was the ghost kid?"
Maddie, Jack's husband, cut in. "Ghosts can't be good!"
"But this one saved –"
"I believe in absolutes!"
Jazz rolled her eyes. "Maybe this one isn't, Mom. Give him a chance! Watch the news at six! You'll see!"
She hoped desperately it was true – that there would be actual footage of the rescue. Best of all would be a spectacular catch in mid-fall...
Sam was on her laptop again, IMing Tucker. Tucker had managed to get alerts on news articles about Danny Phantom sent straight to his PDA, so he knew something was up too. Sam shared the tip that the "suicidal girl" was Paulina.
Tuckyeah: Personally, I think Danny was the cause of her derangement.
Urrgoth: Umm, danny p. is her idol.
Tuckyeah: Well, she's certainly stupid enough to jump off a building, danny or no danny.
When Jazz had herded their parents out of Danny's room, she stayed behind. "Danny, what's this about you on the news?" she said worriedly.
Danny eyed his sister. She was smart, understanding – so she said. And she was, usually.
"Um. I decided to get rid of my...fangirl. Paulina. She totally adores my ghost self!" he threw his hands up in the air. "And Sam was getting jealous, so I decided to disillusion Paulina by freaking her out by flying with her. Y'know, loops and twists and turns so tight I'd miss her by a hair. That would freak anyone out."
Danny sighed and flopped onto the bed beside his sister, who was frowning slightly.
"But apparently Paulina can't take roller coaster rides so I had to put her down on top of a building, and she ...barfed, and now she hates me."
"So isn't that what you were trying to do?" asked Jazz, giving him a funny look.
"Yeah...but I never meant to make her sick like that. Also, she was so crazy-mad that she tried to walk off the building after me. She stopped at the edge – I guess she has a fear of heights or something – and she just fainted and fell off the edge. I caught her.
"There was an news truck down there, on the street below. I'd prepared that, with Paulina's help, beforehand. She wanted to be on the news with the ghost boy. She was so excited..." he added as an afterthought.
His eyes widened in sudden understanding. "And now I wonder...exactly how much they saw."
Jazz saw the same possibility. "No way. They didn't get the first part on tape? How could they?"
Danny laughed. "Maybe we went too early and they weren't done setting up. I thought I was ruining what little good reputation I had left, but this beats all. Paulina hates me, and my ratings go up!" Danny grinned evilly and bounced up into a sitting position. "I totally didn't plan this."
"Good thinking, little brother," said Jazz as she gave him a high-five. Both of them grinned like idiots. "I can't wait for six o'clock."
"Hey...do you think I should explain what happened to Sam and Tucker?"
"Why don't you bring them over and watch it with them, and kind of explain afterwards."
"Sure thing." He flashed her one last smile before going ghost and flying out: as always, invisible.
