THE CYCLE CONTINUES

Summary: ghosts are eternal. So he's never going away


21 years after the Disasteroid

Danny Fenton stood in front of the classroom, staring silently as the twenty-odd students funneled in. He never thought this was where he was going to end up after saving the world, but, well, what can you do? Maybe he shouldn't have looked up to Mr Lancer so much, despite what a pain the teacher had been during his freshman year.

And now, here he was, being a pain to freshmen himself. Oh, life.

"Settle down," he called once the bell rang and everyone that wasn't going to be late was in the room. He opened his mouth to speak again when, not to his surprise, one last student ran into the classroom, all but collapsing on her desk.

He shot her a look, trying not to grin. "Well, look who's late," he said, leaning back against his desk with crossed arms. The girl's head snapped up, eyes wide.

"Da–" she cut herself off, grimacing. Lilith Fenton avoided her father's eyes, shifting so she was sitting properly in her chair. With a quickly hidden smile – it wasn't professional – he let it go.

"If you've managed to read what I've written on the board, you'll know that I'm Danny Fenton. I'll be your Biology teacher for the rest of term. I sincerely hope you survive."

And on that cheery note, he began his first year of teaching at Casper High School.


It was one of those days. The sun had managed to shine over the snow covered ground, the few remaining birds were chirping, the Box Ghost was collecting boxes, and Lilith Fenton was stuck in Biology class, trying to find a way out of dissecting frogs.

"You can't expect me to participate, can you?" she wondered, somewhat incredulously, staring at her dad with wide eyes. Danny sighed.

"I really don't want to do this class either, but it's part of the curriculum. It's either this, or something even worse," he told her, suppressing a shudder. When writing up the syllabus, he'd found out all the options concerning this portion of the class. To say the least, he was glad Sam never had to see it.

"There's something worse than this?" Lilith gasped, feeling faint.

Images of cow brains crossed his mind and Danny nodded, feeling a little sick himself.

"There really is. So unless you want to try freeing all the frogs or skipping the class, you'll have to–" he broke off, shivering as blue air escaped both his and his daughters mouth. He closed his eyes. "Crud."

Lilith managed a smirk. "Guess I'll have to go fix that, huh?" she said, relieved that she had an excuse to escape. Danny frowned at her but sighed.

"Fine. Get going. Don't be seen," he said in a monotone, rolling his eyes when Lilith did a little dance before fleeing the classroom. Turning to the rest of the class, none of whom had been close enough to hear the two, he shrugged. "We'll have to start without her. Everyone got a frog?"

Some slightly nauseated faces and many blank ones looked at him. Everyone nodded. "Good. Now then..."


In the room beneath her Biology lab, Lilith scowled as she crossed her arms. In front of her, looking only slightly nervous, floated the most annoying ghost in existence.

"I am the BOX GHOST! Fear me!"

Lilith sighed. "Darn it Dad."

Still, better this than frogs.


A/N: this just grew without any say on my part. Just, wow. I got a prompt from a friend (Helios Valhalla) that was just: "you could have it set in the future and have Danny as a teacher". Then all of a sudden he had a kid and the Box Ghost decided to butt in and... yeah. Oops. I really like this one though.