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Oneshot Twenty-Eight

Like an Eagle

"Dad, watch out for the cliff!" Jazz's shrill scream and a pair of arms clutching tightly around his torso waking Danny up from his doze. His head snapped up from where it had previously been lolling down in a doze, eyes widening as he saw the precipice the Fenton RV was careening towards and his father at the wheel. The only adult (if only by physique) was not even paying attention to his surroundings, instead immersed in an old handheld gaming device.

"Nonsense, there is no cliff! If there was, then this baby would tell me," Jack did not remove his eyes from his game as he fondly patted the box-shaped contraption – obviously of Fenton make by the green grooves in the metal, not to even mention the surname branded boldly on its front – attached to the dashboard. A brief emission of crackling sound was followed by a monotone voice ordering, "Go straight one and a half miles."

"See?" this did nothing to reassure his children, considering the fact that they were still heading straight and the edge of the cliff was rapidly encroaching.

The Fenton RV soared off the cliff like a majestic eagle, albeit one consisting of several tons of metal and containing squishy humans within. There was a moment where it seemed to be suspended in the sky, and in this slow-motion progression of time two thoughts made themselves known to Danny: one, that he would have to do something even in a veritable mobile anti-ghost fortress with his father there, and two, that Jazz's screaming was really getting on his nerves and he was pretty sure that her grip on him was choking the remaining half of his life out.

Just as he was bracing himself to 'go ghost', the Fenton GPS spoke up once more.

"Deploy Fenton RV: Aerial Assault Mode."

Huh? Danny was pretty sure that a GPS wasn't supposed to do that.

Jack seemed to think nothing of the command though, slapping a button placed above him on the ceiling. Danny could feel the vehicle shudder even more than the descent was already causing, the sounds of electricity whirring and gears grinding to life, pneumatic hissing accompanying this all. Suddenly the metal death trap started leveling out until all motion became smooth.

Several tense moments later Jazz slackened her grip on her brother, who pushed her off and took a deep breath of air.

"Err, Fenton RV: Aerial Assault Mode?" Danny asked, even as he thought it best not to ask how the RV could fly.

"Yeah! I installed it last night. I thought I told you kids?"

Seeing one of Jazz's eyes twitch erratically, Danny unbuckled his seatbelt and scooted as far away as he could on the bench that they were seated on.

"No, you didn't, and I would have liked to have known," she ground out.

Jack appeared stricken.

"I can't believe I forgot to! Let's get home and I can tell you all about it then!" the orange-wearing man beamed, even though he started blabbering about his newest work on the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle immediately.

Danny thought that his father had somehow missed the point.

A/N: Yeah, sorry for not updating in forever. Honestly, my interest in Danny Phantom ebbed a bit and I found a new fandom to write for in its stead. Then when I finally regained interest I was burdened with a lot of stuff and still will not be getting many updates out for a while (I just had this random idea and decided that it would be nice to write a drabble in an attempt to familiarize myself once more with writing for Danny Phantom).