Disclaimer: Welcome to another update! And so soon!
That's 'cuz it's a short chapter, genius.
Thanks Lamia. Just go and burst my bubble. See if I care.
Anyway…Review cookies to PotterPhan21DP fanWriter's-BlockDP (Grapes and French fries together?), TexasDreamer01 (I'm hoping to catch up to SotGK soon…ish), Phantom Shade (No it hasn't vanished… I just need to finish these first. I was actually thinking up some more of the plot during Spanish today!), and Blaidd Drwg (yea… I'm not getting my little e-mails that say I have a review… something's messed up I guess). They're Halloween themed see!
Well at least you like a good holiday. Halloween is the shit!
What are you TALKING about sis! Valentines Day is the bestest best day ever! All the love and joy in the air! It's so romantic!
Oh no! PLEASE don't tell me you're Laelia! Please!
That's me!
Kill me now!
Why are you even here? You're not in this story!
Well that's just mean! Why can't this story be happier! WHERE'S THE ROMANCE?
(Bangs head on desk) Help me!
Laelia, isn't there some boy or something you need to fawn over at the moment?
Huh… Oh! (Runs off)
THANK YOU! And now to the story!
Enjoy!
Chapter 9
Danny vaguely thought that, if his life were a movie, it'd be in slow motion right now. He reached his teacher milliseconds before the blast could reduce the man into dust, grabbing the discarded thermos along the way and flinging it over his back. Wrenching the teacher from the ground, Danny dimly registered the massive smoldering crater where his English teacher had just been standing before rising higher into the air to lessen Eclipse's chances of a decent shot.
"No fair!" the aforementioned ghost griped, clearly amused, "I was gunna waste him!"
Out of the corner of his eye, the teen saw that she again took aim. The silver blade emitted a torrent of ruby ecto-blasts at him and Lancer, following them through the air. Danny sped up, expertly avoiding each blast with practiced grace that he rarely, if ever, showed in school.
The blasts stopped as the young ghost boy tore through the sky and away from the park. Soon, they were nearing the ridiculously big hill just outside of town that Tuck and Sam had once needed to bike up to keep some incompetent ghost hunters off his trail.
"You alright?" Danny asked his teacher, still sporadically swerving incase Eclipse suddenly reappeared.
"I s-suppose," Lancer replied weakly. Danny looked down at the man. Mr. Lancer's face was slightly greed and he seemed thoroughly overwhelmed and discombobulated. Immediately the boy slowed his speed, descending to place his teacher on solid earth before transforming and landing effortlessly on the ground.
"Sorry 'bout the speed Mr. Lancer. I guess I'm just used to it and I forgot it might be a little harsh to other people." He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He was being completely truthful too. He really hadn't noticed he was going so fast. He hardly ever took other people flying for extended amounts of time and the only two people he ever did never complained about the speed. Deciding to change the subject he added, "But, I think we lost her."
"Y-Yea. I think we did too," Mr. Lancer replied, looking like he wanted to hurl. The teen gave a sheepish grin, seeing the man's knuckles going white as his grip tightened around the boy's backpack.
"So, are you gunna release that death-grip on my backpack, or should I just buy a new one?" he half asked half joked.
Lancer faltered and looked down at the purple backpack he obviously hadn't realized he had still been holding. He handed it back to Danny, who noticed the man's cheeks get a slightly crimson coloring to them before disappearing as the teacher gave a small cough.
"Yes, well. How fast were we going?" the man asked.
"Let's see…" Danny replied, trying to figure it out in his head. "Well, the last time I clocked my top speed, it was about 150-something. So that was probably…" he paused a second. He never was very good at math. "120-ish?" he reasoned, placing the Fenton thermos into his backpack.
"That fast!" Mr. Lancer exclaimed.
"Uhh… yea, I guess." The boy said, slinging his pack over his shoulder. "Give or take..."
…Like… a lot.
He looked at his watch and groaned. He was late! Again!
"What?" Lancer asked concerned, as Danny hurriedly dug through his belongings for his cell phone.
"I was supposed to meet Sam and Tuck half-an-hour ago!" he explained, unearthing the device. "They probably-" He was cut of by his ring-tone and inwardly marveled at his friends' odd yet sometimes useful timing.
"Hey Tuck," he said.
"Danny-" Tucker started, but was cut off.
"Danny, where have you been?"
"Hi Sam," he replied.
Something like a badly muted fight over the phone began as he heard his sister's voice demanding something. Danny rolled his eyes.
"Tell Jazz that I'm fine."
The three all clamored to yell something along the lines of "we tried to call you" into his ear. He winced slightly.
"Yea, I'm sorry I didn't pick up before, but I kinda was dealing with this insane ghost girl who-"
"Ghost girl!" Jazz all but shrieked, "You were ghost fighting! Were you hurt? How badly?"
In all honesty, she really shouldn't have been that surprised about the ghost fighting, but Jazz always stressed out about these things. So, Danny decided to try calming her down first before explaining what happened.
"No, really Jazz, I'm fine."
"You always say that when you aren't! Have you lost a lot of blood?"
"No."
"Feel dizzy at all?"
"No"
"Do you feel sick at all?"
"No"
"Are there any blank periods of time you can't remember where the ghost might have gotten into you head to control you?"
"Honestly, Jazz!"
"Just being careful! You never know."
"Look, I'm all right. Put Tucker on."
His sister immediately protested, wanting to ask him more questions.
"Jazz, it's important ok," Danny replied in a slightly more serious tone, hoping she'd get the point. He needed Tuck to do a search on this Eclipse ghost to see if anything came up. He wanted to know as much as he could about her before she showed up again.
That was all the argument needed. In the next half a second Tucker was on the phone.
"What's up Danny?"
"Tuck, I need you to research a ghost named Eclipse." He paused a moment to let Tucker whip out his PDA then continued. "She carries this scythe that has rubies in the top of it. It can transport people to this weird limbo place and-"
"Like 'do the chicken limbo' limbo?" Danny laughed.
"Tucker this is serious!" Jazz screamed at him. Danny laughed harder as the sound of something crashing filled the other end. His sister had apparently dived for the phone and missed, sending Tucker flying off the bed in the process. "Nice Tuck. Anyway guys, it looked like something pretty ancient."
"Well we can look that up and we'll tell you what we find when we see you, alright?" San said, ignoring Tuck and Jazz's arguing in the background.
"Ok. Meet me at… uhh…" He'd have to tell them about Lancer finding out too and they'd probably want to see how he handled it. Danny glanced at his teacher. "At the school," he finished, deciding that would be the least suspicious place for four students and a teacher to be meeting on a Saturday. "I need to talk to you guys about something else that's come up too," he added.
"What happened?" Jazz asked concern slipping into her voice. She had immediately picked up his worried tone and probably noted the place as well. Danny didn't know whether that was a good or bad thing.
"No Jazz, I'll tell you when I get there."
"But…" then she seemed to surrender, "Oh… ok. Bye Danny."
"Bye man."
"See ya Danny."
"See ya," he said before hanging up and turning to Lancer.
"Umm… You can come too. If-If you want," he told the man, still a tad unsure about his reaction to all this. "I don't know if Eclipse will come back today so…" He trailed off, not wanting to frighten the English teacher too badly. Eclipse would most likely be after him if she did come back, not Lancer.
"Actually, I do think I'll come," Mr. Lancer answered, "I believe left my bag in the library and you aren't allowed to be in the school without a responsible adult's supervision. That would be trespassing."
Danny grinned as they began to trudge down the hill. Only Mr. Lancer would think of something like that…
"I think Jazz is enough of an adult for all of us," he joked, laughing.
"I'm amazed she didn't protest meeting at the school."
"Well, she normally would," he explained, "But I wouldn't suggest meeting there if it wasn't necessary and she knows that. See, we needed a place nobody would be so they wouldn't wonder why four teenagers would be hanging out with a teacher on a Saturday afternoon."
"I see," Lancer replied slowly as Danny glanced at his watch again then up at Mr. Lancer. He really wanted to get there as fast as he could to cut down on Jazz's worrying, and the two would look kinda odd walking down the street together.
"Do… do you mind if we… umm… fly?" he asked tentatively, not meeting his teacher's eyes. It felt so strange asking Lancer this and he felt almost embarrassed at it. "It would be faster than walking and we'd avoid more people," he explained, trying to draw attention away from the fact that he was saying he could fly them there.
Lancer nodded and Danny gave him a small nod back before blue rings of light spread across the teen's body. The half ghost lifted the teacher by the arms and flew for the school.
"Just please, be slower."
Danny smiled and nodded, happy that Lancer was taking all this so much better than he expected. Then he heard the familiar sound of an all-too-familiar jet sled and frowned, raising his head to scan the sky for the ghost hunter he knew was riding it.
"No! Not now…"
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You gunna do a poll or what?
Can't I ramble first?
Whatever.
Typed this entire chapter during Computer Science class. It was fun! And a lot more productive than I usually am! Aah, the joys of having access to a computer during school hours! And it doesn't go psycho on me like my computer at home does! WOOT!
Now the poll… umm…
Ooh! Ooh! Do a romantic one!
If I do, will you leave me alone?
I suppose... for now…Fine!
Let's see…
Have you had your first kiss and, if yes, how was it?(Smacks self in the head) You really don't have to answer this if you don't want to! I'll just say yes and nice. No more is required.
You're horrible! I know you remember more than that! How can you not want to tell about it! I love talking about stuff like that!I hate you.
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