My Danny and Me
Rated PG for some mild language. Total fangirly fluff!
Disclaimer: ...you know the drill. Danny doesn't belong to me, blah blah...
Ghostie Two: Dinner and a Spookie
"Tucker, could you pass the salad, please?" Sam asked, grabbing the salad bowl from Tucker. She grabbed the bottle of miso salad dressing and drenched it in her salad. Danny raised an eyebrow at her.
"I thought you didn't like salad dressing..." Danny mumbled.
"Well I love this kind, but I hate this lettuce...Mom, I told you not to buy Iceberg anymore! I want the Spring Mix next time!" Sam complained across the table to her mother.
"Alright...you'll have to tell Fonzworth." she said back calmly, referring to the house butler.
"Fonzworth?" Tucker laughed. Danny sniggered at the name.
"Yes, Fonzie, he's the head of our housekeeping..." Sam sighed.
Tucker tore up his juicy steak, chewing with his mouth open, with Sam throwing him incredibly dirty looks.
"Would you mind chewing with your mouth closed! That is so gross! That poor cow could be munching freely on a grassy plain if it wasn't for blood- thirsty people like you!" Sam slammed her fork on the table.
Danny and Tucker looked at each other and stopped eating. Tucker started to laugh quietly, then it built up into insane, uncontrollable sniggering. Danny joined in with him, although not really knowing why.
Sam sneered, "What's so funny?"
Tucker took a deep breath and in between laughter, he finally said, "....BACON!"
Sam looked more annoyed than confused, but Danny laughed even harder than ever. Sam threw her cup of soybeans at him and stormed off. Mrs. Manson looked quite embarrassed for Sam, and helped clean off the steamed soybeans on Tucker. Danny and Tucker finally calmed down and left the table to look around the Manson Mansion for Sam.
"Hey Sam! I was only kidding! I don't know where that came from!" Tucker shouted.
Danny chortled, "Aren't we a little old for hide-and-go-seek?"
Sam appeared again behind the stairs, wearing a pair of fluffy black slippers and a long black kimono (robe) with a giant angry cat on the back of it. Danny and Tucker stared at her for a second, and broke out in tumultuous laughter again.
"What the heck is wrong with you guys tonight?" Sam barked at them.
Danny and Tucker pointed at her, still laughing like hyenas, saying, "BACON!!" (Danny finally figured out what Tucker was laughing at.)
"WOULD YOU TWO QUIT IT WITH THE BACON THING!" Sam fumed.
Danny finally said, "...you have a piece of bacon in your hair!"
Sam looked thunderstruck. She rushed in front of a nearby mirror and pulled out a little strip of raw bacon that came from her hair, with a terribly disgusted look on her face.
Sam looked about ready to murder someone. "Whose idea of a joke was this?" She walked slowly towards the boys. They immediately stopped laughing and started taking small steps backwards.
"Heh...well it wasn't us, promise!" Tucker swallowed, with a frightened grin on his face.
"Run!" Danny squeaked.
Danny and Tucker took off down the hall, Sam tearing after them. They seemed to have run into a corner, and Sam had trapped them. Sam crept up closer to them, and said, "Don't you have to study for that biology test tomorrow?"
Danny sighed, thinking that she was about to kill them or something. It was such a childish moment for both Danny and Tucker, bringing them back to their elementary school days...although they didn't really know how that piece of bacon got in her hair.
"Well that was weird...we were just joking around anyway!" Tucker assured her, as they headed up to the library to study.
Sam just ignored him, acting like nothing had just happened.
"...Sam? We're just saying we're sorry for the bacon thing." Danny explained. He saw his breath, and knew something strange was going on...
But she didn't seem to be listening to them at all. They approached the library and Sam stopped abruptly at the oversized table in the room. Suddenly, she made a strange squeaking noise and jumped on top of Danny, knocking the wind out of him, and pinning him to the ground.
Her voice sounded like 2 voices together, her voice, and a very light, bubbly girly voice so different from her own. "Tell me where it is! You must know where the artifact is! We know you were with Dave helping him smuggle it!"
Danny was pinned to the ground, so surprised by what was going on. Tucker just stood by with his mouth hanging open. "Sam? What's going on? What the heck are you doing??"
Sam shook him, her eyes going a pale lilac color. "We've been watching you, boy, and we know you are into league with Dave and Bubba!"
Tucker could've laughed at that comment if the situation hadn't seemed so odd.
"I don't even know what you're talking about!" It hit Danny. This purely wasn't Sam talking, and on top of this being one of the most strangest situations of his life, he just knew right off that she was being possessed by someone.
"Get...off of me!" he said, pushing the possessed Sam off of him. "I'm going ghost!" he stated, changing into his ghostly form. "Whatever you are, you aren't Sam! Now let her go!" Danny demanded.
The possessed Sam sighed. "It's always something..." Sam's body started jerking around and she let out a terrible, piercing scream. The thing that must've been inside of her came floating out, revealing a very plain looking little ghost girl. "Valastra won't be too pleased about this.." she said to herself.
"Why did you possess her?" Danny demanded to know. Tucker has gone to Sam's aid and picked her up and ran off.
"Ugh...you're such a newbie, aren't you?" the ghost girl said, rolling her eyes and dusting off her arms. "I possessed her because I needed to communicate with you in a human form....duh! But now that you're in your ghostly state, there's no need. Man, it was cramped in there!"
"Well...that was just wrong! If you wanted to talk to me you should've just tapped me on the shoulder or something, instead of knocking me to the ground!" Danny said angrily.
The ghost girl blushed, her pale face going a bright red. "Sorry...I had to find some way to get your attention! I tried talking to you earlier today, but you ignored me!"
Danny remembered his ghost senses going off a few times today, remembering the one at school (with Dave), another time while he entered Sam's house, and another time just a few minutes ago. Dunno why I ignored it.... he thought.
"Well...this isn't what I came here for!" she said abruptly.
Danny clenched his fist, thinking there was to be a fight.
"I don't wanna hurt you! I just wanted to ask you some questions!" she backed away from him a bit, thinking he was going to punch her.
Danny calmed down a bit. "Well, what is it then?" Danny asked, slightly annoyed.
"Ok, I was sent to ask where the orb is, and why you were seen talking with Dave about it." she said quickly.
"...you mean earlier at school when that blob guy dug in Kwan's locker to take his football?" Danny asked, surprised.
"You act like you don't know him..." she arched an eyebrow at Danny.
"Well of course I don't! I was going to catch him and seal him away and all..." Danny stopped for a moment and remembered that he was supposed to be catching ghosts, and there was a ghost right in front of him. He smirked. "Could you wait for just a moment? I have to go get something..."
"No way! I don't know what you're up to but I know you're up to something!" she kept moving in front of him to stop him from running away.
Danny shouted, "Tucker! Come here now!" It looked as though he wouldn't come, and Danny really needed the thermos to get his ghost girl back where she belonged.
"Well..." she continued, right in front of Danny, "Are you helping out Dave or what? I want the truth, otherwise you're gonna come with me!" she demanded.
"Of course I'm not helping out that big blob! He was just at my school, and he took Kwan's football from his locker! And I don't know why you were following me around like that..." Danny raised an eyebrow at her.
"Don't you know what that "football" is? It's the Soul-Sucking Orb! It sucks up human souls into it and Bubba, who must've sent Dave out to get it, eats the human souls!" she explained, unbelieving that Danny didn't know what it was.
"It what?? It sucks up human souls?" Danny said, disgusted at the thought. "That's just a little bit too creepy..."
"Look...I work for the head of Care and Containment of Ghostly Artifacts, and I was sent out to question anyone that had anything to do with it. My job is to keep ghostly artifacts safe...and the head of my department, Valastra, she's my boss...ordered me to retrieve it! We don't want it to get mixed up in the human world...it's too risky for us!" she explained, with an expression of grief on her childish face.
Danny could hardly speak. And here I was thinking all ghosts were bad...except for the Wisconsin Cheese King...but a department for keeping ghostly artifacts safe? This is just too weird...
"So you really don't have any information?" she pleaded with him.
Danny was still trying to work this out. So I guess she's not bad, even if she did possess Sam and stuff...and pinned me down...weird...
"What, you still don't believe me? I'm not a bad person, ya know! I'm just trying to do my job!" she cried.
"So...er...you work for the Ghost CIA or something?" Danny finally said.
"....something like that. Look, I really don't have much time. I have to go clock in in about half an hour." she stated, taking out a pen and notepad.
"Aren't you..." Danny tried to say, but she chimed in, saying quickly, "Look, I'm sorry if I scared you earlier...here's my ID just to prove who I say I am!"
She handed him a card with her picture on it with her name, death date, and where she worked.
Name: Elizabeth R. Cunningham
Date of Death: 12-24-87
Department of Care and Containment of Ghostly Artifacts
Wow, she died young...she looks about only 10... Danny frowned.
"Hey...you died on Christmas Eve? That must've sucked..." Danny read.
"Yeah yeah..." she snatched the card out of his hand and put it away, her expression now cold. "Anyway, now do you believe me?"
"Ok then...you just want to ask me some questions or something?" Danny asked.
"Yes..." she started scribbling down something in her notebook and began, "How old are you?"
"Uhh...14...but aren't you supposed to be asking me questions about that Dave guy?" Danny wondered.
"Just answer! No question!" She cleared her throat. "What is your favorite color? When is your birthday? Where were you born? Where do you live? Where do you go to school?"
Danny answered her questions that had nothing to do with Dave and the Soul-Sucking Artifact, wondering why she was doing this.
"Ok. That should do." she smiled, closing the notebook.
"Is that all? Can I go now?" Danny frowned.
"I'll be seeing you very soon, Danny Fenton!" she smiled oddly at him. With a "pop!" she was gone.
"Ok...psycho..." Danny mumbled under his breath.
That football sucks out souls for someone to eat? Danny shivered. I think I might want to do a little research on this...weird girl.
Danny switched back to his normal state, finding Tucker and Sam alive and well, watching a movie in the movie room. Tucker was munching on popcorn and Sam was staring at the screen.
"Finally! We were waiting for you." Tucker commented, not taking his eyes off the movie.
"Yeah, we were going to look for you, but Tucker said you wanted to be alone fighting that ghost or something." Sam stated.
"I did need help! I called for you Tucker because I needed the Fenton Thermos!" Danny said angrily.
"Oh sorry...I guess I didn't hear you. This movie is great! Come sit down and watch it with us." Tucker munched on his popcorn.
"Did everything go alright though Danny? Did you beat up that bad ghost?" Sam acted like everything was ok, even though she had been possessed by that same ghost just a little while ago.
"Not really..." Danny scratched his head. "She wasn't exactly bad...kind of a weird situation...but do you feel alright?"
"Of course I feel alright!" Sam assured him. She must not have had any memory of her being possessed.
Danny looked to Tucker and Tucker looked at Danny, shook his head no (that he had not told Sam about her being possessed), and turned back to the movie.
"Well...whatever. I need to sit down." Danny sat between Sam and Tucker and ate Tucker's popcorn.
"Hey! Get your own bucket!" Tucker hugged his bucket full of popcorn lovingly, keeping it away from Danny. Fonzie, the head butler, zipped in and gave Danny his own bucket of popcorn before Danny could even ask.
"Uhh...thanks?" he said, surprised, just as the butler disappeared.
"That one's weird..." Tucker raised an eyebrow after him.
"...what about the biology test!" Danny said suddenly, his voice full of panic.
"Who cares! This is the best part!" Sam said quickly.
Danny sinked in his seat, knowing that he'd be up tonight for a very long time trying to study for a test he knew he was going to fail anyway...
Well, that's Ghostie Two! Reviews make my frown turn upside down! But not flamers....did I not already mention that this is my first DP fanfiction? This is most definitely a fangirly-type story, I needed to get it out of my system.
PT-chan: --() I'm abusing Danny? Do stick around for the other 5 chapters, I've got them all here.
Phantom Child: Sorry you don't like it, like I said, this is my first Danny Phantom fanfiction, and I'm a little new to the series. It's quite the fangirly story, and obviously I know that there have been quite a few of those put out. If it bores you so terribly much, maybe you should stick around for the other chapters and read those.
Danny: -yawns- I don't like this part of the story...
Lo: Just you wait until later on...
Danny: Yeah yeah, I know...trying to hook me up with some insane fangirl...
Lo: -starts to chase Danny around again...stick around for more! I'll probably put them up in a few hours!
Danny: o.o -runs-