Yay for taking forever!
But really, sorry about that guys, I was a lot busier than expected... School's started up for me again, so I'm not sure how fast/slow I'll be T.T
Regardless- ENJOY!
~POV back to Danny 3~
Danny took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Even if his team said it wasn't his fault, he still felt responsible. The halfa was the planner on the team, and when a plan failed, the two paid the price. The teen took another deep breath and landed, changing into his human form. Danny had decided that he wouldn't allow his teammates to get hurt again. He walked into the library he had landed at, instantly looking around it for anything that might be useful. It was obvious that the Huntsman, McFist, and Vlad were planning something. But the question was what.
The ghost glanced around and took one of the several open seats in the room. He looked up and down the table before he reached for the center of the desk- which conveniently displayed a stack of lined paper and a cup of disposable pencils. Well... It's not stealing if it's displayed, right...? Danny silently chuckled at his comment, then tapped the page with his pencil as he delved into his thoughts.
At this point in time he had memorized everything that has been targeted and who was involved. All that was left was connecting it... Danny instinctively chewed on the eraser as he thought.
"Chewing on that eraser is bad for your teeth."
Danny blinked and took the utensil out of his mouth, looking up at who had approached him.
The young lady looked like she was in her mid-teenage years, had fair skin, beautiful just-past-shoulder-length golden blonde hair, and mesmerizing black eyes. She sat on the table, then changed to laying on it, in order to be able to close Danny's gaping mouth and plausible question.
"Ah ah ah, that would ruin the fun, wouldn't it?" Her voice was silky and smooth, her laugh sounded like chimes. "Farewell." She smirked and pulled back her hand gracefully, walking off with obvious confidence.
Danny blinked, not sure what to make of the encounter. She was obviously a 10, and completely out of his league, but she had come up to him specifically to tell him to stop chewing on his pencil...? He shook his head. A beautiful girl just talked to him. To him. He sat for a second, daydreaming about her commanding yet elegant eyes.
"Why would he be here?" Danny was kicked out of his image as he heard a familiar, whiny voice filter through the area.
"Think about it. Danny's proba-" Jake stopped his comment and pointed directly at the halfa. "There he is."
Danny stood, opening his mouth, then remembering his temporary muteness, and closing it, annoyed at this constant opening/closing thing.
"You know, sometimes I hate your intuition." Randy commented with a monotone voice. The purple-haired teen strode over and sat across from the ghost, noticing the paper. "Plotting?"
"Can we join you?" Jake sat next to Danny.
Danny averted his eyes, but nodded anyways. He knew that connecting this stuff would need more than one brain.
"Danny, it's not your fault that we're hurt." Randy sighed and grabbed a pencil, offering one to Jake as well, who took it.
Danny kept his gaze averted and pointed to the paper, gesturing to everything he had written down.
"Wow, you had all of this memorized?" Jake sounded somewhat impressed.
Another nod. Danny had written down the pixie event, the T-Rex, and the unicorn incident in relatively striking detail.
"But you're missing the pig." Randy snatched the piece of paper and wrote about McFist with a pig.
"Really? What does the pig have anything to do with anything?"
"McFist wouldn't go around with a pig."
"What if it was a pet?"
"Oh please, if you've seen his idiotic kid Bash you'd know that the kid hates all animals."
"What about McFist's lackey?"
"Lackey? You mean the robots?"
"No..." Jake paused, then continued with a sarcastic and dumbfounded tone as Randy gave him a confused look. "Did you not know that McFist industries has a brilliant scientist that does all the work behind the scenes?"
"What?"
"You mean, you've never seen that brown-haired glasses-wearing man in a lab coat stand next to him at everything he goes to?"
Randy shook his head. "But what does that have to do with a behind-the-scenes mad scientist?"
"It's pretty obvious, just trust me."
Danny facepalmed, then wrote on the paper because he felt the need to intervene. "Regardless, a pig is an odd pet altogether, so Jake, let's let Randy have this one."
"Fine." Jake pouted for a second. He then looked to the piece of paper. "I feel like we're missing a few things though... I mean, the only connection between these events is that they all have to do with some kind of magical or mechanical something-or-other. So, that crosses off what McFist and the Huntsman have been doing... But what has Vlad been up to?"
Danny raised an eyebrow to Jake with a smug 'I told ya so' look on his face.
"I see your face there Danny." Jake commented in a monotone. "Those 'what if' questions may come into play here."
"But it probably isn't as severe as you were saying Danny." Randy cut in. "I mean, if they were out to destroy the world, they would have just started causing chaos."
"Not if they have a plan." Danny wrote on the page and tapped the sentence for emphasis.
"Yeah, but the only problem is that McFist is impatient and wouldn't agree to a plan."
"Plus, the Huntsclan is a lone wolf. They don't like working with anyone else for long periods of time."
Danny shrugged and stood up, folding the paper neatly and placing it in his pocket, returning the pencil to the cup it came from. He knew he was onto something, but until he could get all the information he needed he would have to leave it at that.
~Sam's POV 3 ~
Samantha Manson was unsure of how she felt. The fact that each member of the secret trio was injured in some grave manner, both physically and mentally, saddened her. Sam knew that it wasn't any of their faults, but... In a twisted kind of way, she wished that it was so she could blame them. As it stood though, no one was to blame, and the goth was at a loss for what to do. She couldn't just give a sarcastic response and all would be fine.
The goth sighed.
"Hey Sam, you okay?" Sam glanced up from her clenched fists to spot Tucker.
"Yeah, I'm just worried for Danny and them."
Tucker pulled a chair up to the bean bag she sat in. The two were currently trying to do 'homework' in the local library. Sam wanted to be in the Skulk and Lurk, but Tucker refused on the basis of his attempt to go goth went wrong.
Tucker shook his head. "Well, we couldn't have done anything. We didn't even know that Danny was going to go with Jake."
"That's another thing..." A flash of worry shined in her purple eyes. "Danny hasn't been telling us anything as of late. I worried.."
"Worried that- what? He'd abandon us?" Tucker scoffed when Sam nodded. "Danny is the most loyal guy. He wouldn't just abandon those he considers friends that easily."
"I know that but..." Sam paused, then continued. "When he has to make the choice... Will he choose us... Or Jake and Randy?"
"You know that Danny wouldn't get into that kind of situation, right?"
Sam just raised an eyebrow.
"...often." Tuck shook his head. "I'm sure he would choose both us and Jake and Randy. He wouldn't abandon either of us."
Sam was about to retaliate again, but found that it would be pointless to do so. She glanced up, spotting a familiar outfit. "Danny!"
The halfa paused, blinked, and turned, grinning as he saw Tucker and Sam. Then he looked a bit ashamed, rubbing the back of neck like he usually did when he was stressed out.
Tucker stood and ushered Danny to the empty seat next to Sam (who had saved it out of habit.
"Danny..." Sam didn't know where to begin, but the teen held out his hand- another gesture common among the friends.
Even if Danny didn't say anything, Tuck and Sam understood that he was telling them to stop worrying. That he was over it now.
Sam shook her head. "Danny, this was a big deal. You can't just shrug it off in one evening."
Danny deflated at that a little bit.
"But that doesn't mean that we can't celebrate you getting better." Tuck pointed out positively and grinned. "You know, I don't feel like going to school tomorrow. The weather's warm enough."