Hey, lovely readers and reviewers! ;D Sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter up; I've been busy working on some things, and I had a horrible spout of writer's block. . DIE WRIT'ERS BLOCK! -stabs with pen-
Haha...well, finally though, here is the third chapter! As usual, more A/N's at the bottom, enjoy! XD
Chapter Three
To say Sam was shocked would be an understatement. The whole school seemed to share her feelings on what Danny was doing, since no one was moving a muscle and was just sort of staring at them, their mouths hanging open.
After what seemed like forever, Danny finally let go, looking as surprised as everyone around him. He stared at Sam for a second and let out a yelp when he fully realized what had just happened.
"Sam...aw man, I just—"
Danny stifled another yelp as he realized his arm was gone. Stupid ghost powers, why did they have to go haywire now? He glanced back at Sam, whose eye was twitching, and her hands had closed into fists.
"Now Sam...be reasonable..." Danny tried to reassure her, holding his hands up for good measure (and was relieved to find that his arm had returned) while Dash and what seemed like the whole rest of the school laughed their heads off and then continued on doing whatever they had been as if nothing had happened. Of course.
"Danny Fenton..." Sam growled. "I oughta..."
"Hey guys! What's up?" Tucker's voice suddenly called. Danny sighed with relief. For one thing, Tucker hadn't been there when Danny had temporarily lost his mind, so it wasn't like he would have any digital pictures of it or anything...and two, Tuck could make anyone laugh, even Sam, the Sullen Goth Goddess, so maybe he could snap her out of this.
"Tuck!" Danny cried, shoving him in between himself and Sam. "Talk to her!"
"Uh...right." Tucker took out his PDA and started programming something into it. "Eight-seventeen, Danny looses his mind. Surely a day to remember."
Sam was ignoring all of this and glaring at Danny like he had a death wish. Which of course, he didn't...really.
"Sam, I'm sorry!" he apologized over Tucker's shoulder, who still had his nose buried in his PDA. "I don't know what hit me...I mean, I saw someone over there..." Danny glanced towards the hallway that mysterious girl had been wandering around in, and to his surprise, she was gone.
"...And of course she's not there to prove it," Danny muttered.
"Oh I know what hit you," Sam snarled. "This fist in your gut, that's what."
"Sam, chill out," Tucker said, finally tearing his eyes away from his precious technology. "Peer pressure, you know. Danny just cracked."
"Thank you so much Tucker," Danny huffed.
"Sure thing...what are we talking about again?"
Sam threw her hands up in the air, totally exasperated. "All the dumb jocks and pom-pom crowd came over here and harassed Danny and I about our so-called 'relationship', and..." She paused, as if she really did not want to talk about what had happened next.
Danny continued, sensing her discomfort. "It was really weird...I saw...I saw that girl from yesterday."
"Which girl?" Tucker asked, clearly interested.
Danny gave him a Look. "That one we saw when we were walking home, that bumped into us?"
"She was here?" Sam asked. This was news to her.
"Yeah...so anyway, I saw her, and then I suddenly got this really weird feeling...almost how I feel when I get my ghost breath. So then all these thoughts sort of jumbled around in my head and..." he trailed off.
"And...?" Tucker prompted.
Sam and Danny glanced at each other, both turning red, wondering exactly how they should word the situation. Before they could though, the bell for first period rang.
"Oh, well, that's the bell, gotta get to class," Danny sighed with relief, and starting walking towards his first period, which was Bio, without even seeing if Sam and Tucker were following him.
"Great, how the heck am I supposed to tell Tucker what I did without it sounding like a huge deal?" Danny muttered to himself, not noticing at all that practically everyone he passed was staring at him and laughing under their breaths.
"Hey Danny!" The halfa's head shot up at the sound of that accent—was that actually Paulina talking to him?
"Uhh...yeah?" he asked, mentally telling himself not to drool.
"Glad to see you and your Goth geek girlfriend got together!" Paulina laughed. "I do suppose two geeks belong together, don't they?"
Danny didn't dignify her with and answer and just narrowed his eyes and kept stomping towards his class. He felt Sam and Tucker hurry up beside him.
"Danny, just ignore them," Sam said, giving the evil eye to everyone they passed. "Since you're acting like this, I'm going to assume you had no clue whatsoever what you were doing, and I will spare you the beating of a lifetime."
"I still don't know what you guys are talking about," Tucker complained.
"We'll tell you later," Danny hissed out of the corner of his mouth, trying his best to ignore the laughter that erupted with practically every student they passed.
Danny actually dreaded going to lunch that day; he didn't want Dash or anyone saying anything about that morning that would embarrass him and Sam even more. Who knew what Sam would do if she got mad again—Danny knew she could be one brutal chick.
The trio went to their usual 'geek table', with Sam sliding in on one side and Tucker and Danny on the other. Tucker, of course, was shoveling in meat while Sam poked at her salad, nauseated by either Tucker's gorging or the fact that everyone was staring at them and whispering and/or laughing.
"You guys—better tell me—what's going—on—before—I find out—from somewhere—else," Tucker said between stuffing his face.
Danny banged his forehead into the table, narrowly missing his lunch. "I know Tuck, but it's...well..."
"Beyond embarrassing," Sam finished. "I was there, I should know." She raised an eyebrow at Tucker, hoping his could put two and two together, but of course this is Tucker we're talking about. He just gave a half shrug and opened his soda.
"Really, what's so embarrassing that you can't tell me?"
"Yaaah!" Danny suddenly yelped, his arms phasing through the table. He lifted them up, quickly discovering that they weren't there, and hid them under the table, concentrating on getting them to come back.
Tucker held in a laugh. "That bad, huh?"
"Well—" Danny started, but a horribly cold sensation overtook him before he could finish his sentence, and he began to shiver.
"Danny? What's wrong?" Sam asked, frowning a little.
"Nothing. I think."
Tucker and Sam exchanged looks as if to say "Yeah right", when the cafeteria doors suddenly opened. Danny turned his head to see who had come in, and to his shock, he discovered it was that same girl he had seen that morning...right before...
"It's her!" he sputtered out, pointing. "She's over there!"
Sam and Tucker each raised an eyebrow when they saw that Dash had called her over. Apparently he liked her, even though she looked neither like a cheerleader or a girl that would make people smash into trees.
"Hey," they head Dash say, putting on his best 'Look at me, I'm the school quarterback' smile. "I don't think I've seen you around here before. I'm Dash Baxter, school quarterback—" Danny rolled his eyes. "—And captain of the football team. And you are...?"
"You can call me Desdemona," she replied, and Danny shivered again at hearing her voice. He hadn't noticed it yesterday, but she spoke with a sort of accent...nothing like Paulina's, but still...there was something weird about it...
"Danny? Are you okay?" he suddenly heard Sam asked. He realized he was shivering, and had his arms wrapped around himself.
"F-f-fine," he said, trying to let his teeth chatter. Why was he so cold? He only got this way before his ghost sense kicked in...but there weren't any ghosts around here...were there?
Sam raised an eyebrow again, but decided not to push it. Instead, she frowned over where Dash was still drooling over Desdemona. "Geez, if Dash is all over her, she might as well join the pom-pom crowd for all the popularity she's going to get hanging out with them."
"I don't know...like you said, she seems to be into all of this 'individualism' like you are," Tucker reasoned, taking another huge bite out of his burger. "Aren't your kind not into that?"
Sam narrowed her eyes and pounded a fist on the table. "Excuse me? What do you mean by 'my kind'?"
"Sam, he didn't mean it," Danny interrupted before a huge fight could break out. It could also help distract him from his constant shivering. "You know, I think we should go over and talk to-''
"Hey!" Tucker cried, interrupting everyone and their trains of thoughts. He pointed over to Dash and his posse of people. Danny noticed that Desdemona wasn't there, but Dash and Paulina were now sort of gazing at each other in a way that would make even the most romantic-hearted person puke, and Valerie and Rob were also looking quite lovey-dovey...in fact, everyone at the table Desdemona was just at seemed to be infatuated with someone.
Danny blinked, never thinking he'd see the day when Dash look so...dopey. Well, of course he always looked that way, but this was a different kind of look. Almost as if...
Well, he were in love.
Sam was just staring, her mouth hanging slightly open, while Tucker, of course, was snapping away on his digital camera.
"Payback time," he laughed evilly. Danny thought it was kind of mean...but hey, if Dash ever returned his normal, bullying self, there could be revenge in store for those DANNY SAM posters.
Danny suddenly got even colder, if that was possible, and felt the presence of someone behind him. He turned his head around, and saw none other than Desdemona.
"Aren't you the people I walked into yesterday?" she asked, smiling a bit.
"Oh uh...no, I mean—yes and—yeah...and...yeah." Danny sputtered out. Sam raised an eyebrow, but didn't really look at her and attacked her salad.
Desdemona lightly smiled some more and pulled up a chair next to Danny, completely ignoring Tucker, who was trying to get the black-haired girl's attention by smiling and acting like he was completely charming. He was failing miserably.
"Um...yeah," Danny said again. It was getting harder for him to think, for some reason. He felt like his mind had turned to mush. "So...um...uh...are you...uh...new here?"
"Just transferred for a bit," Desdemona replied, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She glanced over at Sam, though her face never left Danny's. "Ooo, so sorry, but I have to go now." Her long pink nails clicked against the table as she got up. "Hope to see you around," her black-lipsticked lips smiled before she walked out of the cafeteria.
"Whoooo-whee!" Tucker hooted once Desdemona was out of earshot. "Man, she could outpass Paulina!"
"Like how?" Sam grunted, clearly not interested and was only asking for the sake of asking.
"Man, isn't she something up close Danny? Danny?" Tucker shook his best friend's shoulder. Danny was still facing the chair Desdemona had been sitting in, and after Tucker shook him, he turned to look at Sam, looking as dopey as, well...Dash in his usual state.
"Danny?" Sam asked, a little freaked out. "What the heck is—eek!" Sam let out a little yelp as Danny got up, and pulled Sam up with him.
"Do not be afraid, for I speak zee language of luv," Danny said in a horribly fake French accent, while twirling Sam around the cafeteria, not caring about all the non-infatuated people that were staring at me. "Dance with me, my darling."
"DANNY!" Sam hissed, trying to wriggle out of his embrace, but she had no luck. She desperately tried to send mental messages to Tucker to not take any pictures—there was obviously something wrong with Danny, but it was something she did not want to remember.
The two did some sort of weird ballroom dance in between the tables of the cafeteria—well, Danny did anyway, Sam just tried to avoid smacking into anyone—until the bell rang to signal the end of lunch. Everyone left (with all the lovey-dovey people never leaving each other's side) except for Sam and Danny, who were still dancing, and Tucker, who was looking like he either wanted to totally crack up or faint from being embarrassed for them. That is, until Mr. Lancer came into the cafeteria to make sure everyone had left. Tucker sped out after giving an 'I didn't do it' grin, but Danny was totally oblivious to everyone and everything but Sam.
"The day is young, why must you stop?" Danny asked, still using that awful fake accent. Sam didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or slap him silly.
"Because your arm just disappeared—oof!" she cried as the arm that had been supporting Sam's waist did indeed disappear and she fell to the ground. Since Danny's other hand was still intact, and that hand and Sam's were laced together, she pulled him down with her.
"Danny, what's gotten into you?!" she demanded to know. Before he could reply, a large hairy hand went on each of their shoulders—Lancer had caught them.
"Miss Manson, Mr. Fenton...may I ask what you're doing down here?" Sam silently hoped Danny had snapped out of whatever he was under.
"Uhh...nothing Mr. Lancer, I uh...dropped my change!" Sam lied, hoping to buy them some time. Lancer raised an eyebrow, but seemed to accept the excuse. "Very well...but what are you doing here, Mr. Fenton?"
Danny had his eyes squinched shut and had let go of Sam's hand to hold his head (since his other arm was still transparent), like he had some kind of horrible headache. "I...uh...don't...know." Sam breathed with a sigh of relief since he stopped using that accent and seemed like his normal self again.
"He was helping me look for my change, I dropped a lot you know!" Sam lied again, making the excuse for Danny.
Once again, Mr. Lancer seemed to accept the excuse. "Well, fine then, I'll tell anyone who finds lost change to bring it to you. Now go to class before I give you both detention for a week."
"Yes sir Mr. Lancer sir," Sam saluted, grabbing Danny's visible arm and yanking him out of the cafeteria, leaving a confused Lancer behind.
Not that Danny and Sam weren't confused themselves—that was the second time today Danny had lost control of both his ghost powers and Sam—something was definitely going on.
XD This chapter was fun to write, once I got over my writer's block, even if (in my opinion) it is sort of filler-like...sorry about that. -sweatdrops- Trust me, it'll get better ;D...I wish Danny would twirl me around and speak with a horribly fake French accent! -swoons-
Thank you all, to my lovely, lovely reviewers...you're all awesome! ;D
