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I think I'm beginning to sound like a broken record but sorry for the long wait. I've had to write a bunch of college essays instead of fanfics. My apologies to you all.
Now, without further adieu, onto the fic!
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Chapter 11
The next sound the teen heard was an obnoxiously loud ringing resounding in his skull. Too tired to even try to open his eyes, let alone move, Danny tried listening to the conversation going on around him, but it all sounded like a bunch of indistinguishable sounds. He forced himself to concentrate harder.
"It's my friend, Danny. He fell through a window."
That, he knew, was Sam, a very worried Sam. He tried to say that he was all right and he'd be up and about in no time but his mouth didn't seem to want to function. Giving up on speaking, Danny tried to instead move his fingers. A success! He then worked on his arm…
…and was surprised when his other hand moved seemingly of its own free will.
After a moment though, he registered the feeling of someone taking his pulse. Who it was he didn't know, just that it felt as though they were doing some sort of examination.
The teen felt Sam move away from him and, judging by the footfalls, Jazz followed her. Danny heard soft murmurs of their conversation but was too distracted by whoever was looking him over to try to figure out what they were saying. A sudden cold pressure on his chest snapped his full attention back to his immediate surroundings as he groggily struggled to pry open his eyes. Annoyed at his total helplessness, he again tried to move, putting all his concentration into sitting up, and succeeding. His vision had mostly cleared but his head began to throb and he let out a small groan.
"You shouldn't be attempting to sit up young sir."
Sir? What?
"Danny, listen to the doctor. You could hurt yourself more."
Jazz, ever overprotect-wait, did she just say…
"Doctor?" the teen exclaimed, hiding the panic in his voice just barely. His eyes landed on the thin, slightly balding man beside him and the boy relaxed.
"Oh, Dr. Jacob... uhh... nice to... err... see you again?"
Kinda…
Dr. Jacob gave the teen a small smile and a nod before turning 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 him a small wink.
What did he mean by that? Danny rattled his brain for a second before answering; he was thoroughly glad he had heard Sam's excuse for his injuries.
"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."
"Okay, if you say so." The man smiled at Sam picked up his bag, and left the house.
Danny was glad they could get the man's help. Dr. Jacob had never pressed the four teens for explanations when they had needed his services – though he seemed to know something was up – and he had not told Sam's parents of any of Danny's little accidents. Having a doctor they could go to when things got bad was a lot better than trying to hide big battle souvenirs from his parents. (Though, they made sure not to ask for his help often so as not to make it too suspicious. They didn't think even Dr. Jacob could ignore them for that long.)
But, apparently, they had deemed it necessary to call him today. He didn't think Eclipse had hurt him that bad.
On that note…
"Where's Eclipse?" Danny asked.
"She left almost right after you were knocked out," Tucker answered, "She said something about repairing her scythe,"
Repairing? Good. I broke that stupid thing.
"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."
Thank the stars for his strange timing. Though, that doesn't mean I won't still throw his cardboard butt back into the ghost zone the first chance I get.
"Box ghost?" Mr. Lancer asked sounding confused.
"He's a moron," Danny replied, trying to get up. He didn't feel like explaining things at the moment.
"Whoa there Danny," Sam said, laying a hand on Danny's shoulder and gently pushing him back into his seat, "You heard what Dr. Jacob said. You need rest."
"Dr. Jacob doesn't know how fast I heal," Danny countered, attempting to rise while his knees felt like two rusted hinges attached to legs of overcooked pasta.
Needless to say, it didn't work very well.
"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. He could tell she knew he wasn't able to stand and she wasn't about to help him.
Fine. He could play that way.
The halfa seized a pillow from by his feet and placed it behind him to prop himself up against the armrest.
"There, relaxed. Now what about Eclipse?"
Sam rolled her eyes and sat by Danny's feet while Tuck occupied a nearby chair, grinning slightly at his two best friends.
"Well, if she comes back you need to be rested," Jazz ordered firmly, giving her brother that "don't-argue-with-me-and-just-listen-because-it's-for-your-own-good" look of hers.
Danny folded his arms across his chest, wincing as he agitated some bruises. He frowned at the empty fireplace. He was fine; he was awake wasn't he? He'd be absolutely healed by tomorrow afternoon.
Why'd Dr. Jacob have to go and tell them he needed bed-rest? How was sleeping going to help if a ghost attacked! What would he do, snore at them?
Ok, maybe he was a little beat… but a week! Who knows what could happen to this town in a week!
No wait, he knew. Ghosts' villainous plots could happen to this town in a week. Not to mention that crazy scythe girl seemed hell-bent on kicking his ass to Pluto and back.
… That'd be kinda cool to see that far into space actually…
"Will someone please explain this all?"
Mr. Lancer's outburst brought the teen crashing back to Earth and he exchanged glances with his sister and best friends. It was clear that the other three were going to let him handle this one. Danny sighed.
They'd have to explain themselves sometime.
Now how to start…
"Well… I told you about the accident right?" he steeled himself, ignoring the memories of the portal as they once again invaded his consciousness, "And how that made me a half-ghost, a.k.a. a halfa." Lancer nodded slowly. Danny bit his lip.
How much should he tell…?
"You were inside some portal… right?"
"My parents ghost portal. Right," the boy confirmed, slightly distracted by his own thoughts.
"What about the ghosts you fight… How do you…? I mean…" The teacher fumbled for the words but Danny caught on.
"I can change forms at will. I really can't explain it. And I got my ghost powers with the accident. All comes with being half-ghost I guess." The boy gave a shrug and rubbed his arm. Accepting or no, telling Lancer all this, English teacher Mr. Lancer, was just awkward. He cursed Eclipse in his head and pleaded to anyone who could hear his thoughts that she would be forced into the most uncomfortable and humiliating situations he or anyone else could think of for the remainder of her afterlife.
The five spent a good chunk of time discussing Danny's enemies and powers and some more memorable fights. The teacher was completely engrossed. Danny told him about all of his ghost powers except for his ability to overshadow people (He didn't think the teacher would be too keen on that idea) and his ghostly wail (No need to go into that particular story). They recounted his first encounter with the Box Ghost. The first two times they had to fight off Technus (He couldn't figure out why Lancer grinned when he explained how they had almost won Doomed but were offed at the last moment). Then told all about Spectra and her snippy little assistant, Youngblood, and Ember (Well they omitted a bit of that but who's counting). Then were the slightly ambiguous and altered stories of the fights with Skulker, and Pariah Dark. All the others the teens just didn't get around to or, like in Plasmius' case, didn't care to discuss.
Lancer didn't need to know everything, and Danny conveyed that to his friends and sibling with a single look while Lancer asked another of his billion questions.
"You said the term for half-ghost was a halfa. Does that mean there are others?"
The look Tuck sent back was along the lines of a "sure-but-tell-him-that" one.
Yes, I combined chapters 11 and 12 from SotGK. And before any of you ask, that "cold pressure" on his chest at the beginning was a stethoscope.
Ok… as was requested, a small preview of Not What They Appear. If I have already let you in on my little twists in it please don't mention it in a review. I want to keep that a surprise.
"Can't you keep that thing quiet? We might be found!" she hissed at the tech geek, not turning from the building, "Who knows where their guards could be!"
She heard a noise like the powering up of an ecto-gun from behind and quickly turned to face whoever had snuck up on the two, green ecto-blasts already formed in her hands.
Her eyes widened.
"Wha-"
There was a bright blue light and the girl was blasted square in the chest and hurled into a nearby tree.
"Yes. Who knows?"
If you like it, just wait… the whole story will be started once SotGK is finished. I hope you like it.
Now my poll question.
What is the strangest thing you have ever eaten? I must say mine is play-dough unless I remember something else.
I will be updating SotGK by next Sunday. I think…
Note: as of 1/20/07, Laelia has slipped into a coma and in her absence her slightly angsty and pessimistic sister, Lamia, has become even more so. I'm ever so sorry if this slips into my tone of writing. This chapter, you can all thank the stars, was written before this unfortunate turn of events. (Though it hasn't been checked for errors the normal number of times.) But I cannot guarantee the next one being completely without Lamia's influence.
Guys suck.
Shut up, Lamia.
…and scene
