I do not own Danny Phantom or the car Trans Am.

KatiekkxD suggestion with a little tweaking.

Driving Drama

"I am so dead."

This was the tenth time the teen halfa uttered the statement, but he couldn't help it. Danny was currently standing at the side of the road, eyes wide with horror. "All a guy wanted to do was go for a little joyride. Nothing harmful, nothing stupid. But can it go smoothly? No. A flipping cow had to come out of nowhere and mess me up."

In his attempt to avoid hitting the cow, he had slammed on the brakes of his father's truck and swerved. And of all things he could have swerved into, it was a freaking ditch. But he supposed, in all honesty, it could have been worse.

Alright, Fenton. What are you going to do?

Calling a tow truck was not an option. It would show up on his parents' bill. But he didn't need to do much work in covering it up. All he had to do was bring it back to his garage and when his parents discovered it, suggest that perhaps a ghost vandalized the vehicle.

Blaming his problems on ghosts probably wasn't the best way to get his parents to lighten their hatred towards spectral beings, but right now they were the excuses that often got him out of tight spots.

As Danny mused over his dilemma, his best friends were facing their own problem. This specific problem was wreaking havoc on Amity Park. Sam and Tucker crouched in a dark and damp alley, watching in dismay as familiar vines twisted through the streets and over buildings.

"This is not good," muttered Tucker.

"No kidding," snapped Sam. She scanned the sky intently, but there was no sign of an incoming Danny Phantom. "Where the heck if he?"

"Guess we'll find out." Tucker pulled out his P.D.A and frantically dialed Danny's number.

"Hello?" his friend answered, voice cautious.

"Danny, where are you? Undergrowth is turning Amity Park into his own personal greenhouse...again."

"Crap. I'm kinda-wait. All right. I'm on my way. But you and Sam need to take care of something for me."

Now it was Tucker's turn to be cautious. "What?"

"I crashed my Dad's truck, and I was going to tow it back somehow. But since you and Sam are closer to the Spectre Speeder, you can tow it back for me while I fight the oversized flower."

Tucker groaned. "But the Spectre Speeder is busted! Your parents have spent forever trying to fix it."

"Bummer," muttered Danny. "I guess it looks like you and Sam will have to drive it back. Hope it still works. I'll meet you at the park. Five minutes."

Tucker was about to protest when the dial tone cut him off. Stuffing his P.D.A into his pocket, he grabbed Sam by the arm and dragged her down the street.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Danny the Idiot took Mr. F's truck for a joyride and bashed it. Now we have to fix his mistake while he saves the town."

Sam scowled. "What a rip-off!"

Danny met them at the park in his Phantom persona. Scooping them up, he flew them to the scene of the crash and smirked slightly at their annoyed expressions. "Good luck."

Both teens glared at him as he flew off before studying the dilemma in front of them.

"You do know how to hotwire a car, right?" Sam asked.

Tucker nodded. "Yeah. Those hours of playing videogames did teach me something. But how are we gonna get this hunk of junk out of the ditch?"

Sam tapped a finger against her lips before saying, "We get in and push."

Tucker wrinkled his nose. "I was afraid you were gonna say that."

Climbing down the steep slope, they managed to squeeze between the rusted truck and the grassy slope of the other side. Bracing their palms against the scratchy metal, they grunted and shoved, putting all their strength into it.

"So glad my ankle healed up a few days ago," rasped Tucker. "Or this would be absolute torture."

Finally, the truck began to move upwards. Panting, the duo dug their heels into the soft mud and gave a final push. The vehicle tipped over the edge and rolled a few inches, onto the road. Sighing with relief, Tucker cracked his knuckles and climbed into the driver's seat.

Sam studied the blue pickup, and other than some scratches and a slightly bent fender, it was fine.

"Danny sure lucked out," she commented, climbing into the bed of the truck. Tucker found the two wires he was looking for and touched tips together. It gave a spark, and Tucker turned the key. The engine hummed to life and he buckled his seatbelt.

"Alright, get ready. We're going to have to be careful when we get past the city limits."

"Got it," confirmed Sam. "Can you really drive this thing?"

"If I can drive the Spectre Speeder, I can drive this," said Tucker confidently.

Sam settled down as the truck cruised down the street. She watched the scenery blur by and as they entered town, she slunk lower in the bed so that she would not be seen. Doing her best not to roll about with every turn, the Goth was suddenly jerked forward when Tucker slammed on the brakes as a Trans Am cut him off at the lights.

He laid on the horn and Sam, currently forgetting she was only fourteen, supported herself on the edge of the bed as she leaned out and screamed, "Hey, bozo! Watch where you're going, moron!"

The Trans Am screeched to a stop, and her violet eyes widened. "Oops. Floor it!"

But Tucker could not, for he caught sight of the man exiting the Trans Am. He froze up and Sam felt her heart pound painfully in her chest. Lancer stormed towards him, expression livid at the sight of two of his students recklessly endangering themselves.

"What do you kids think you're doing?" he bellowed, so loudly cars slowed down to see what was going on.

Sam turned red and Tucker slumped behind the wheel. She yelped when a familiar voice spoke right next to her ear, "You got the car back, sweet! Too bad about Lancer, though. I guess I'll see you guys in prison."

Scowling as she felt herself being nudged from the vehicle, Sam got out of the bed and stood in front of Lancer, Tucker quickly following behind her. Their teacher seized them by the shoulders and dragged them to his own vehicle. "Just wait till I tell your parents. What were you thinking? Obviously you weren't. I swear, is this is another stupid dare I will-"

Ignoring the rest of his rant, Sam snarled softly and glared at the floor of her teacher's vehicle.

Why was it always her?