Okay so um... this is really late. I am sorry! I couldn't get a Fullmetal Alchemist fanfic idea out of my head. I had to stop this, write the one shot, and then resume this. It is finally done though. I will shut up now and let you read.

I don't own Danny Phantom.

DASH'S POINT OF VIEW

All night we all tried to figure out what was wrong with Danny. She was a mess. She cried for hours and when she finally stopped she wouldn't talk to anyone. Her hair had become a a rat's nest but she wouldn't let her mom brush it. Eventually she fell asleep but when morning came she didn't get up. She just kept groaning moaning every time someone shook her.

Don't get me wrong, I am very used to hearing her moan. It has become my mission to be the cause of her moans in the bedroom. However these moans broke my heart. I hated seeing her like that. It was so bad that her parents let her stay home. That was how Jazz and I found ourselves walking to school together.

"Do you have any idea what Sam and Tucker might have said to her?" Jazz asked me.

I shook my head.

"It would be so much easier to help her if we knew what they said." He continued.

"Oh, trust me, I intend on finding out. If Danny won't tell us, then maybe Manson and Foley could shine some light as to what happened." I said, cracking my knuckles so that he would know just how I planned to ask them.

He sighed.

"Count me in." He said.

I stopped for a moment. Did I hear him correctly? Did Jayden Fenton, a known stick in the mud and a teacher's pet, just say that he wanted to help bully his sister's friends into confessing what they did.

Then again, he has always been overprotective of her.

"Okay then. When do you want to do it?" I asked as I started walking again.

"I don't know, when do you usually do this sort of thing?"

"In between classes, during classes, after school, and lunch. Any time that the teacher isn't looking."

"We'll do it at lunch time in the boy's bathroom then. The less people know about this the better. I will wait in the bathroom. Do you think you can get them in there?"

"Definetely."

And with that, we waited for lunch.

SAM'S POINT OF VIEW

Danny didn't show up at school. At first we thought she was going to be late but when we saw Jazz and Dash they both glared at us.

"Something tells me we upset Danny." Tucker said to me.

"No, really? What was your first clue? The fact that she isn't here or the fact that Jazz and Dash both just glared at us?"

"We were pretty mean to her yesterday. I mean, you more than me, but still."

"What ever. She is the one overreacting. What are we, in elementary school?"

"Are you just mad because she is dating the quarterback of the football team and not you?"

I glared at him.

"Don't go there Tucker."

"So, that is a yes, then."

"No. I am mad because she kept this big of a secret from us. I mean, if I was dating someone I would tell the two of you."

"Maybe she hinted at it but we never understood what she meant."

"Tucker, she says things like that almost every day."

"Exactly. Maybe we just didn't realize she said it. Either way, we should give her a break. I am sure she had a good reason. Besides, we didn't exactly react well. I mean I politely left but you stormed out."

Just as Kwan walked by, I pushed his books out of his hand before blaming Tucker so that he would get slammed in his locker. I then proceeded to walk away, not wanting to deal with him any more.

With the exception of Tucker getting shoved into a locker by Kwan thanks to me, I was surprised that no bullies bothered us. Lunch was here and Tucker and I had just placed our trays on our table when an arm wrapped itself around my neck, choking me a little. Tucker made a little sound that let me know he was in the same situation as me. What ever was about to happen, it wasn't going to be pleasant.

DASH'S POINT OF VIEW

When I walked into the lunch room Foley and Manson weren't there yet. I got my lunch and sat in my usual seat. I saw Jazz walk into the bathroom right as our two victims walked in. I let them grab their lunch. When they were almost to their table, I got up.

"Hey Dash, where are you going?" Vince asked.

"I have something I need to take care of. If any of you follow me you'll regret it." I ordered.

I left the table and headed over to collect those two jackasses. They had just put their trays on the table and were about to sit when I placed their necks in between my bent elbows.

"Hey you two. We need to have a chat." I said though clenched teeth.

I dragged them to the boy's bathroom and once they were in, Jazz closed the door and locked it. I threw the two of them on the floor. I proceeded to crack my knuckles and neck while Jazz stood beside me with his arms crossed. I am pretty sure we were both giving them death glares by the way both of them flinched into the ground.

"W-what is this about?" Sam asked.

I think the fact that Jazz was there going along with this is what really scared him. He knew what I could and would do, he didn't know about Jayden.

"Oh nothing much. We just want to know what you said to my little sister. That is it." Jazz said, his voice anything but friendly.

"She told us about her dating Dash and we though she was kidding. She then told us about how Jazz found out and we were mad that she told him and not us. Then she was talking about how he found out and then when she mentioned the condom Sam got this really disgusted look on his face and just left. Then I told her that I was going to check on Sam and that she should call me when Dash isn't there because he makes me nervous and I left. Look, I am sorry, really!" Tucker said hurriedly.

Jazz and I blinked.

"So... in other words, you are pretty so-so about the situation. Sam is the one that caused the issue." Jazz said slowly.

"Well I mean, her dating Dash works for me. She can keep him in line and not hurting me. He still makes me nervous."

I looked at Jazz.

"He isn't the problem. The way Sam reacted is probably why she is so upset." I said, trying to reason this out.

He nodded in agreement.

"Tucker you can go. Sam get off the floor for me?" He said.

I was curious as to what he was about to do. Tucker moved quickly towards the door but waited to see what Jazz was going to do, obviously wanting to know as badly as I did.

We didn't have to wait long.

The moment he was up, Jazz punched him square in the nose breaking it. Blood came gushing from his nose. I was shocked. I never would have thought him capable of that. Jazz shook his hand out and looked at me while Sam clutched his nose.

"I don't want you hitting him. Danny will find out about this. I am her brother. She knows how I am when it comes to her well being. While I know you are protective of her, she can break up with you. She is stuck with me." He said.

I was surprised. I never thought he would say something like that. I told him as much.

"Yeah well, I care about my sister and what makes her happy. As of now that is you. Why I have no clue. Besides, if I hit you I will end up hurting myself more than you. I realized that last night. So, I have to work to make sure I never have to. I wanted to last night but like I said before. You are like a friggin rock."

"Um guys, Sam needs to go to the nurse. He is also bleeding all over the floor." Tucker said.

We both looked at Sam who was glaring at us. Jazz sighed.

"I'll take him to the nurse." He said.

"Tell the nurse that he slipped, fell, and as he was falling smashed his nose on the sink. It works every time." I told him.

He looked at me for a long moment before shaking his head. He grabbed Sam by the arm roughly and started dragging him out of the room. I left behind them and Tucker followed me. I started walking back to my table when I saw what I could never mistake as Danny's long black hair. Tucker stood next to me looking at her.

She was sitting all by herself at a usually empty lunch table. Her head was down in her arms. From this distance I couldn't tell if she was crying or not. Of to the side I was vaguely aware of Paulina and the majority of the other cheerleaders all grouped together laughing why the other guys from the football team were shaking their heads.

"Isn't that Danny?" He asked me.

"Yeah, it is. Why is she here? I thought she was staying home all day." I said.

"Only one way to find out."

At the same time we walked over to her. As we got closer I could tell that she was crying. I picked up the pace until I was almost running to her. Tucker was at my heels. The moment I reached the table I sat next to her. I put my arm on her back gently causing her to look up. The moment she saw it was me she cried "Dashy!" and launched herself into my arms. I held her tight. I didn't even care that she practically yelled it. A while later a smirking Tucker said, "Dashy? Really?"

"Oh shut up Tucker." I replied.

Eventually I started to pull the crying girl away from my body. I wiped away her tears but more kept on coming.

"What happened? Why are you crying? Furthermore why the hell are you here?" I asked.

She sniffled.

"I didn't want to be home anymore. I was feeling better and wanted to get out of the house. Mom dropped me off with my lunch. I walked in here and the cheerleaders led by Paulina crowded around me." She said. She sniffled again and looked deep into my eyes. "They were mean. More than usual. They said that I was getting fat, took my entire lunchbox, threw it in the trash, and told me to stay away from all members of the A list. I said that you were staying at my house and Paulina pushed me to the ground. She said to stay away from you. That you were hers and hers alone. I thought you were going to talk to her. You didn't do what you promised."

To say I felt bad was to say that Paulina was rude. It was a major understatement. I didn't really get a chance to talk to her today. The cheerleaders were in the gym for some stupid reason during the first part of the day so up until lunch I didn't see her.

"I will tell her now. She and the others were out of line. Is it okay if I go and tell them they are uninvited to the party?" I asked.

She nodded. I left her with Tucker and stalked off to where the cheerleaders had been watching my interaction with Danny. A few of them flinched when they saw my face.

"Dash! There you are! I haven't seen you all day! I was wondering when you are planning on asking me to Danny's party. I want us to coordinate."

"I am not going to be asking you."

"What? But why not?"

"For starters, I am dating Danny."

The whole cafeteria went silent. It only took a moment for Paulina's face to turn red with rage.

"Another reason I am not asking you is because as of now, you and all of the other cheerleaders are no longer invited. If you even try to get into the party you will be refused entry. That means you can't even go as someone's date. You were all way out of line. There was no reason for that. I have had about enough of your shit. If it weren't for your qualifications I would have you kicked out of the A-listers. You had no right and made a big mistake. I am not in anyway yours. If anything I am Danny's"

At this point I was acutely aware of a group of people behind me.

"You would rather date that... That loser than me?" She asked.

"We all would. You are just a dragon of a cheerleader." Vince said behind me.

I turned around and saw all of the football players behind me.

"Yeah! We like Danny. Why are you so mean to her all of the time?" Kwan asked.

"Are you kidding me? She is a loser! The only reason you guys like her is that she is cute." Paulina shouted.

"I'm not always cute." Danny said.

Somehow she had ended up at my side. She stopped crying though her face was red and puffy.

"Yeah right!"

"She is telling the truth. If you actually knew her, you would know that she fa-" I started to say fakes before Danny elbowed me hard in my lower stomach. I got the memo.

"What Dash was trying to say is that she has more to her than being cute. Like when she is mad and she cusses a lot." Tucker said.

He had put his hand on my shoulder. I grabbed his hand, crushed it a bit in my own, and told him not to touch me. He cradled his hand and Danny elbowed me again.

"Ow! Will you stop that?" I asked.

"Be nice to my friends. I am usually polite to yours. Return the favor." She said, her tone telling me she meant business.

"I don't like it when they touch me."

"That doesn't mean you can just crush his hand."

I sighed.

"Can we talk about this later? I am in the middle of something."

She crossed her arms and glared at me. The guys started to back away a bit. Danny, while utterly adorable, is scary when she is mad. Even without her eyes glowing green. I thought she was going to kill me right until she tilted her head to the left.

She has this thing that she does when she isn't serious. Tilting her head to the left means 'don't take me seriously.' If she tilts her head to the right it means you are really pissing her off. To say I was relieved is an understatement.

Tucker must have noticed the tilt too because he muttered, "Nice to know you care Danny."

"Shut up Foley." I said to him.

"Dash?" Danny spoke.

"Danny?"

"What did I say about being nice?"

"That was me being nice. Besides, you aren't even really mad."

Her face turned from anger to shock.

"How'd you-"

"I know your tell. You do it every time you aren't serious."

"What is it?"

"Sorry, my lips are sealed. I don't want you knowing about it. If you found out you would be aware of it and change it. Then where would I be? I would forever think you are serious when you aren't."

"But-"

"How about we get ice cream on the way home. I have practice so if you wait..."

She hugged me around my waist.

"Okay." She looked around. "By the way, where are Sam and Jazz?"

At this point everyone went off to their own conversations. Star dragged Paulina away and everyone for the most part went back to their own tables.

"Um... Sam slipped and fell in the boys room. His nose hit the sink and broke." Tucker said.

"Okay, what really happened?"

So I explained. When I was done, she blinked a few times.

"I don't know whether to kiss you because it is sweet you were worried about me, or to punch you for doing that to my friends." She said.

"If you punch me you will end up feeling guilty about it." I told her.

"Well then I will just have to kiss you. However... I think I will do it later."

The bell rang and she skipped out of the lunch room. I looked around and noticed something for the first time. There were no teachers in the cafeteria. Normally Mr. Lancer is in here. I wonder where he went.

DANNY'S POINT OF VIEW

I was starting to feel better as I went to my locker. I tried reaching the lock and when I couldn't, I didn't try again. I hate being so damn short. I stood there looking up at my locker when Dash's hand appeared on the lock and opened it. He took out my English and math stuff but didn't give them to me. Closing my locker he put my stuff on top of the pile of his stuff, took my hand, and started walking me to our English class. I was surprised but didn't say anything. This was something he would do. Not that I minded. I snuggled my head into his arm and smiled.

We walked into English and he put my things down on my desk in the front of the room and went to his towards the back after giving my hand a light squeeze. I sat down and sighed.

"What is wrong Danny?" Tucker asked me, sitting behind me.

"Paulina threw my lunch out. I didn't get to eat."

"Neither did I. I doubt Dash did either. Or Jazz. I don't think food was Sam's main priority."

Mr. Lancer walked in. There were only a few of us in the room. The bell wasn't going to ring for another two minutes.

"Ms. Fenton, Mr. Foley, and Mr. Baxter, please go to the principles office. Take your things with you." He said.

We looked at each other. The three of us got up, Dash took my books, and we walked to the principal's office. All we could think about was what we did. It was probably about what happened at lunch. I voiced this and Dash shook his head.

"I felt that something had been off in the cafeteria. When I looked around there were no teachers. None. If there had been any staff members in the room besides the lunch ladies, the whole thing would have been broken up." He said.

Okay, now I was worried. If it wasn't that, then what?

We walked in and were surprised to see my parents and Jazz. We also were not expecting there to be a small table with items from Dunkin Donuts. Jazz was sitting at the table eating a bagle with cream cheese.

"There you three are. Mr. Lancer told me that you didn't get to eat lunch. I called Mr. and Mrs. Fenton here and they brought you something to eat." The principal told us.

We stood there for a moment blinking. Dash eventually took a seat at the table and took what he wanted. I sat next to him and Tucker sat next to me. I grabbed a chocolate milk and a chocolate donut. I was aware of my parents and the principal looking to see what I got. Once my donut was done, I drank some milk. Dash went into one of the bags and removed a chocolate chip muffin. He put it in front of me without saying a word. I removed the wrapper and started to eat. Around the time I go to be two-thirds of the way done, I started to get really full. Seeing this, Dash started to wrap up the rest of the muffin.

"You can finish it later when you aren't so full. Don't try to force it down. That is how you end up getting sick." He said.

I thanked him and drank some milk slowly. Okay, I slowed down when he gave me a look.

Everyone else in the room watched the exchange. I could tell that they were surprised with the way he treated me with food. It was obvious that we had been through this before. And we had. The first time was when I was forcing myself to finish my food to gain weight. I puked and he told me not to worry about that, but to worry about eating. Overeating with my metabolism was not going to help me any. Especially if I puke up most of what I eat. He told me that if anything I would loose weight.

I saw a glint form in my mother's eye. She had a plan. I just hope it was a good, non-ghost related one.