Hey guys! Just started my week off of school for Thanksgiving, and I'm hating every second spent without assigned homework…I'm a freak amongst freaky teens. I let a paper sneak up on me two days before it was do, too. Got in done in one day and I've been fairly idle since.

Don't own DP.

Chapter 10: Like the Wind.

My face was blank as I stared Tara down, "Where. Is. Dani," I said. Tara flinched. It wasn't a question; more like a demand.

Notus took a step forward and caught my eye, "Danny, calm down. We're not sure where Dani is, she could be fine for all we know."

I grabbed the collar of his jacket, "So you're saying that she's hurt?"

Notus shook his head no and forced me to release my grip, "No! She just…evaporated into nothing!"

I froze, "E-evaporated?"

Notus and Tara spared each other a glance. Tara spoke up, "He means, well, I actually watched it happen…but you guys were really far away, so…"

I tightened my fists. The urge to hit something had come over me like an avalanche, "So what?"

Tara fiddled with her gloves, "She disappeared in a flash of lightning."

All feeling in my body went numb, "What?"

Tara looked away, "Her electric-core came unglued…She might've just teleported or sped off, or…died, all we know is that she's not here."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Dani wasn't with us. She was gone, in whatever sense of the word. I slipped into the ghost sense of my cold-core in an instant. Over the months, my range of sense had only expanded from one mile to three. I found no sign of her.

I pulled out with a gasp and collapsed to my knees. Tara, as carefully as she could, came down to my level.

"We'll find her, Danny. I promise," she said.

Notus walked closer and awkwardly patted my shoulder, "Cheer up. We don't even know if she's dead or not."

I chocked on my breath. Tara jerked up and not a second later, I heard the distinct sound of someone getting slapped.

Notus yipped, "What was that for?"

I glanced up at the two of them. "If you knew," Tara said, "then I wouldn't have had to slap you in the first place."

I huffed at their antics and more or less, managed to stand up. I looked to the sky, "Which way were we going when it happened? I've lost track."

Tara pointed to my right, "Some degree that way."

Notus scoffed at they sky, "it's a shame that this place doesn't have some kind of sun."

"At least we have light half the time," Tara said. "We should be used to it by now."

Notus nodded, "That maybe so for you, but this place is too much like earth for my comfort."

I hovered off the ground and balanced myself, "Sorry to break another one of your familiar chats, but I am in no condition to carry Tara."

A look of disbelief came across their faces. They looked at each other "Aww man!"

(POV change: Tucker Foley, Amity Park.)

I held an occupied Fenton-thermos with great anticipation. This was it. The moment Sam and I had been working up to for two days. Everything was set in place. The plan was ready. Nothing was set to stop us…

"Sam?" I said through my Fenton-phones, "This is a horrible idea…"

My ear piece crackled in my helmet. The Fenton-phones really weren't very good for Fenton-phone-to-suit communication. That, and the fact that I was sitting in a Nasty Burger dumpster, fully garbed in my armor, probably didn't help too much.

The crackles settled, "Do you have any better ideas?"

I snorted, "Yeah, let's go home and take the long way around, by developing our own solutions."

"Or," Sam said, "Let's go with the plan and figure this out sooner, rather then later."

"You're not the one in a dumpster."

"Yeah, but I am the one on the roof of an eight story building," Sam replied.

"Just let me know when you see Val come out of the Nasty Burger. That's your only job anyway."

Sam glared in my general direction, I could feel it, "Hey, I thought of the plan, you execute it."

I bit my lip. Sam was probably doing the same. It seemed like every day we were constantly being reminded that Danny wasn't there. Amity Park had noticed it too. Channel 4 had started counting the days where Danny Phantom hadn't been spotted at all, even though he had only been "absent for three days," counting the day he actually took off, but they didn't know that.

"Tucker? Valerie's shift just ended a minute ago, she'll be out soon."

I flinched at Sam's voice and I cracked open the lid of the dumpster. Sam was right; Valerie came out through the front entrance of the Nasty Burger. For as far away as she was, I could still tell that she was starting to wear down. I knew why. For all the time Danny had been training, Val had picked up the slack unknowingly. Now that Danny was gone completely, and well, I was still too nervous about fighting ghosts, Val was pretty much the solo protector of Amity Park.

I gripped the thermos in my hands. If I hadn't felt bad about the plan before, I felt bad and guilty about it now.

Sam spoke, "Fire when ready, Tucker."

As I set my suit to cloak, I flinched at my first name. I missed being called, Tuck…

I stuck the nose of the thermos out, un-lidded. "Fire away," I said quietly and pressed the release button. A swirl of blue warped out from the thermos and hovered in the air as it arranged its' form. I ducked back into the trashcan and looked out through a crack in the lid.

Someone screamed. This made everyone clear the sidewalks in a hurry. As the ghost took its' full form, their demeanor changed completely.

I gawked at the scene before me, "Wow. Danny wasn't kidding when he said that the general public stopped fearing this guy."

"Took'em long enough if you ask me," Sam said.

The ghost chuckled and took a deep breath from above the sidewalk, "I AM THE BOX GHOST! And this time…NO CILINDRICAL CONTAINER WILL CONTAIN MY WRATH!"

I spotted Val, who rolled her eyes, the took off running down the sidewalk.

"SEE!" The Box ghost shouted, "THE SMART, WEEK HUMAN RUNS! FROM THE POWER, OF THE BOX GHOST!"

Val gave Ol' Boxy a dirty look and ducked into an alleyway. I then gave the Box ghost a sympathetic look. The guy really had no idea what he'd gotten himself into after that comment.

"We're looking at thirty seconds, Tucker," Sam said.

"Roger," I replied.

I watched as the Box ghost floated up to an outdoor table and inspected the abandoned food there. The people inside the Nasty Burger looked out at him with nervous and confused looks. Many of them had their phones out.

"They're wondering where Phantom is," I said allowed.

"Huh?" Sam came across the radio.

"WHAT IS THIS HALF FORMED CONTAINER?" The Box ghost shouted. I twitched an eyebrow; he was holding a small fry's tray as though it were a rat.

"This BOX is MISSING one of its sides!" He glared at the window, "WHO HAS HARMED THIS INNORCENT LITTLE BOX!?"

I face-palmed, which didn't quite work out through my helmet, but still.

"Tucker? TUCKER RED'S OUT!"

I jumped and hit my head on the lid of the dumpster, "What?"

"It's Red!" She said again.

In haste, I popped the lid open and boosted out into the sky. Thankfully, my cloaking mechanism was good enough to keep me hidden against the sky.

The action made Val swerve the long way around the Nasty Burger one time clockwise. She came back around and looked around for whatever made the noise. A second later, she was back on target. She brought out a large gun that was probably overpowered to begin with, and definitely not necessary for a ghost like the Box Ghost.

Red was pretty upset with the guy…to say the least.

As loud as my rockets were, I managed to stay far enough away so that Red didn't notice me. The problem was that I couldn't hear her either. I did notice that she shared some words with the Box ghost, who then raised every partial-box shaped item to throw them at her.

Red though, wasn't interested in getting her outfit greasy. In one fluid movement, she bent over backwards and pulled her sled up to block the food. Then, she flipped over completely upside-down and released the sled from her boots. She landed in a crouch, as the sled took over its' new found freedom and jetted off upside-down itself for about then yards. Then the sled stopped and rebooted its' jets to both knock off all the food on its' underside, and head back towards Red. She then jumped back up and flipped over backwards again, which allowed her sled to go right past her and towards the Box Ghost. My jaw dropped at the movement. Danny told me about this once. He had that scar for nearly a year…

The sled charged forward and caught the Box Ghost between its' two prongs. It hummed and glowed as a zigzag electrical beam came down from the tips, and hit him square in the back.

It lasted only a second before the sled stopped moving. The Box Ghost fell to the ground completely unconscious. I hovered there and stared at the scene. By the looks of the frantic waving arms in the Nasty Burger, everyone was pretty excited about that stunt.

The mic in my helmet came in clearly, "Tucker? TUKER! Now's your chance!"

"What?" I panicked and looked around frantically before my eyes caught sight of Red's sled. I took off flying towards it. With the movement and chance of scenery, my cloaking mechanism overloaded and shut down.

I heard Red scream as I swooped down and took her sled. I landed crouched down on the ground and leapt off as quickly as I could. With the sled pressed up against my torso, I took off for the building where Sam was. We had seconds to shut the sled down before Red could set off the homing device.

I scanned the rooftops in confusion before Sam's pale waving arms caught my attention. I moved even faster. Even with the extreme amount of extra strength given by my suit gloves, I was still having a hard time hanging on.

I came over the rooftop where Sam was and dropped down rather roughly. Sam was there in a second with my P.D.A in hand. I ripped off my gloves and attached Sasha (my P.D.A) onto the sled.

"Whoa," I said.

"What?" Sam asked.

"This is beyond anything we have in the human world," I worked to hack into the sled so that I could shut it down, but still keep it in it's physical form. "This is more complicated then I thought it would be."

The sled's red lights brightened and the sled shifted. Sam jumped on it and forced it back down for the moment, "Well, hurry!"

My eyes scanned the numbers and I type furiously on the screen, "This might help," I said. The sled dropped nearly to the floor, "I've got the whole system's energy down by half!" I said.

The sled raised itself again, this time with more vigor, "That's not good enough!" Sam shouted.

I kept searching, "Got it!" The sled powered down completely and rested flat on the roof.

Sam rolled off it, "See," she said. "I do more then just makes the plan's," she said.

I knelt down and settled my breathing, "And I do more then just the tech stuff…"

Sam took in one last breath and paused. She looked from the sled, to me, "How are we going to get this thing past your parents?"

So there yo go! I had a lot of honest fun putting this one together. I really like having Sam and Tucker to go back to.

Thanks for reading! I'll see you next Sunday. :)