DISCLAMER: Hey! It's amazing! I've found time to write while keeping two jobs and surviving my nagging mother! WOOT! I also apologize for the lateness and blame the things mentioned above and Kingdom Hearts II and Windows Movie Maker for being so addictive. CURSE YOU!
First off: Merrick - I just went back and reread that fic and your right... It does sound a lot like it. I had read it a while ago and I guess, when I was writing this, my thoughts got so jumbled up I forgot the line between my ideas and what I read. That said, I PMed her and asked if she wanted me to change it around some and she said it was ok and "great minds think alike." But, thanks for drawing my attention to that. I would have hated to be accused of stealing.
Ok, now that that's done, Phantom Shade - I think I already answered you but I might as well inform everyone else too. I don't know how much longer this will be, but I do have a sequel planned where all your questions about Chris will be answered. As for the not-so-big plot, I wanted this story to be mostly about Lancer finding out and his reaction along with Danny's reaction. The sequel, however, will have more of a big plot... I hope. Again though, this isn't finished yet... I still have a few tricks left. (Insert evil laugh here)
Now, thanks to my wonderful reviewers: mordechaimalachai, The Bushranger, Merrick, Wingg-ed Wolf, Kassii, phantomshadowdragon, Iaveina, Ghostboy814, Diamond Unicorn, acosta perez jose ramiro, Althea Astera Renata (hope to see that picture soon!), horselova32312, Phantom Shade, dPhantoMfreak, Pterodactyl, and Sparky the Wonder Weasel.
My computer is still slightly fried so please excuse the mistakes, as my brother's computer doesn't have spell check. I an, however, glad that a friend of mine can help proofread these along with Jeff. But, alas, she is only human and Jeff is a squirrel so... it probably won't be perfect. (Not saying YOU aren't perfect Becca, so please don't kill me!) (Ducks flying lunchbox of doom)
BTW: Hey this is a silly question I know but what do you call the headband things that those anime guys wear? Are they just headbands or is there some sort of special name for them?
Oh, and another question! What's the difference between a cloak and a cape? ;
Last question I swear! What would you name an evil organization of ghosts out to kill ghost hunters? (I need some ideas for my dark fic)
Enjoy!
Chapter 11
"He needs to get to a hospital, now!" Mr. Lancer said. "I can take him in my car and you three can follow in-"
"No, Mr. Lancer. He can't go to a hospital!" Sam insisted as she slung her backpack off her shoulders and retrieved a first aid kit from inside.
"What are you thinking, Miss Manson? His injuries are far too serious for-"
He was cut off yet again, this time by Jazz.
"Look, Mr. Lancer, I know it looks bad," she said, and the teacher could tell she was trying not to cry while Tucker and Sam attempted to bandage her brother, keeping her eyes firmly on her teacher, trying to make the man see sense, "but doctors ask too many questions. What are they going to do if they get a hold of a blood sample? Or if Danny's powers act up because he not conscious enough to keep them in check?" She looked pleadingly at the teacher, her eyes shining with the tears she was holding back.
"But, where can we take him? We can't possibly help him without a doctor!"
"We can go to my place," Sam suggested, "We have a family doctor who won't ask questions."
"Sam, your parents won't let Danny through you door," Tucker reminded the Goth, "And if they see him like this they're bound to call his parents."
"Well, where else can we go?" Sam asked waving a roll of medical tape in the air.
Then, Lancer got an idea.
"We can take him to my house and you can tell that doctor to come there."
The three glanced at each other before and, after some split-second, unspoken communication, nodded. Jazz fetched a key-chain from her pocket and handed it to Sam.
"In my trunk is a blanket. Grab it and get Tucker to help you lay it in the back of Mr. Lancer's car," she ordered before she helped Mr. Lancer carefully pick up Danny and move him into the man's car before anyone decided to come back and check to see if the fight was over. Sam sprinted off.
Tucker went into the store and retrieved Danny's backpack and the silver thermos the teacher had seen before and packed away the first aid kit. He and Sam had patched up Danny's smaller cuts and gotten the glass out of his hair, but the slash on the boy's arm was a different matter. They had bandaged it up as best they could, but it would still need some sort of medical attention, even if Danny healed fast.
Jazz wanted to ride with Danny but she had to drive her car, so Sam was the one in the teacher's front seat, a worried look on her face as she kept an eye on the unconscious form of her friend in the back.
"How much longer?" she demanded, her tone slightly sharp, like she was only thinking of Danny's health at the moment and anything that got in the way of that would meet a gruesome fate involving all the horrible pain she could inflict with a cheese grater...
Or something like that.
"Not much longer. We only have a block to go, then-"
He was cut off by Sam's phone ringing for the third time during their short ride to the teacher's home.
"Hello."
Mr. Lancer didn't need to ask who it was. Jazz had already called two other times to ask how her brother was.
"He's not looking good Jazz. I've called the doctor and told him where to meet us. What about your parents?"
There was a short pause followed by something hurriedly said.
"Ok," Samantha said, then hung up. "Danny is studying with Jazz at the library then might stay at Tucker's house," she informed the teacher looking at him as if daring the man to protest.
The teacher nodded and the girl turned to face her friend again.
"How much longer?"
"We'll be there in less than a minute."
"Hold on Danny," he heard the Goth whisper, never taking her eyes off the boy.
Lancer pulled into the driveway and quickly got out of the car. But, he wasn't nearly as fast as Miss. Manson, who already had one of the back doors opened before the man had put a foot on the pavement.
Jazz's car parked on the side of the road and she and Tucker emerged and sprinted over to the two.
As he was carrying Danny into the house, it suddenly dawned on Mr. Lancer how light the boy was. Admittedly, the teen was half-ghost, but he wasn't prepared for the near weightlessness of the boy and how easy it was to carry him.
As he laid Danny on the couch and the group crowded into the man's small living room, the doorbell rang. Mr. Lancer took a quick glance at his student then rushed to answer it
"Is the young Miss. Manson at this residence sir?" asked a short, thin, slightly balding man. His hair was white and he carried a brown bag with Dr. J.M. printed on the side in tan lettering. He sort of looked like a friendly old grandpa.
"Right here Dr. Jacob," Sam called from beside the couch.
"What seems to be the problem young Miss?" Dr. Jacob inquired as he stepped over the threshold and into the little home.
The Goth exchanged a quick glance with Tucker and Jazz. Miss. Fenton made eye contact with Mr. Lancer in a fashion that clearly said 'help keep as much secret as possible.'
"It's my friend, Danny. He fell through a window."
If the doctor thought anything about that statement sounded odd, he kept quiet about it. Without another word he went to the boy's side and inspected him closely.
Lancer had been officially overwhelmed now. One of his students was half-ghost, had been fooling the teacher since the beginning of the year, and was now possibly dieing on his living room couch.
Everyone handled crises differently. Some paced. Others ate chocolate. Mr. Lancer had to keep his hands busy. He went to the kitchen and made himself some coffee. The teacher had found that coffee also had some sort of calming effect on his nerves, and his nerves needed to be heavily sedated at the moment.
As he watched his cup fill with coffee his mind went a mile a minute.
Could he have stopped this from happening? Maybe... If he had stopped Danny from going off... No. He wouldn't have been able to do that. But now Danny was hurt, badly. Was he going to be ok? The doctor would help. He had to. Danny would be fine. He wasn't going to loose one of his students.
Not again.
His worries were interrupted by a soft voice outside the kitchen entrance.
"It wasn'tyour fault Sam."
"If I hadn't let go of the thermos he wouldn't have gotten hit."
"Sam, it's not-"
"No Jazz, it is. And if he doesn't make it... if-"
"You can't think like that. Danny will be ok." There was a small pause before the 16-year-old continued. "Hey, he's been through worse, right? The ghost king, Plasmius, and an evil, alternate, jerky, future self... a few scratches won't take him down." Jazz's voice gave a small shudder, as if she was attempting to convince herself too. But, that wasn't what caught the teacher's attention the most.
He's been through worse than this? He didn't want to imagine anything worse than...
Wait a minute...
Evil future self?
But a moan from the living room threw contemplations to the back of his mind.
Danny!
He heard the girls rush to the couch and the teacher hurried to do the same, abandoning his half-drunken coffee on the table.
"You shouldn't be attempting to sit up young sir."
"Danny, listen to the doctor. You could hurt yourself more."
"Doctor?" The boy's voice had a badly masked tone of panic. Then it became a little more relaxed and perhaps slightly embarrassed. "Oh, Dr. Jacob... uhh... nice to... err... see you again?"
Again?
Dr. Jacob just gave a nod and a small smile before he turned to Sam.
"He needs to stay in bed for, at the least, a week. If he overexerts himself he could do even more damage. And try to stay out of trouble." He added to Danny, giving the boy a small wink.
"I don't know what you mean sir. That window was just unstable. I don't see how I could have anything to do with it." Danny answered.
"Okay, if you say so." The man smiled at Sam, picked up his bag, and left the house.
"Where's Eclipse?" Danny asked the moment the front door shut.
"She left almost right after you were knocked out. She said something about repairing her scythe," Tucker answered.
"She wasn't gone as long as I thought she'd be. Though, I wouldn't have known she was robbing that store if the Box Ghost hadn't accidentally blown up that power box."
"Box ghost?" Lancer asked, confused.
"He's a moron," Danny answered shortly, trying to get up.
"Whoa there Danny," Sam said, placing a restraining hand on the boy's shoulder, "You heard what Dr. Jacob said. You need rest."
"Dr. Jacob doesn't know how fast I heal," Danny countered, struggling to rise.
"Yea well, we all know you don't heal that fast Danny," Jazz replied, sitting on the back of the couch, "So just relax, you need your strength for later."
Danny gave his sister a small glare before seizing a pillow from by his feet and placing it behind him to prop himself up against the armrest.
"There, relaxed. Now what about Eclipse?"
Ok... I think I'll just stop there and type the rest up later. I was gunna put more but I figured it was high time for an update. Again, sorry for the long wait.
Thanks for proofreading Becca!
Oh! Last question! If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why? Mine would be the power over whether 'cuz I could fly and totally barbecue my enemies! Haha!
Review or flame to your liking!
(Runs off to listen to the opening theme for Kingdom Hearts II)
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