A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed my first three chapters! Yeah, yeah I'm not really giving people much time to review. Sorry, I've got a deadline to meet people! Before college can interfere and time get the better of me I shall finish this fic! Box Ghost: I am the box ghost! Me: ...didn't I fire you?

Restless Teen Halloween

Chapter Four: Danny Phantom & The Fentons!

While most of Casper High's student body danced the night away in the gym one orange-haired 16-year-old was busy leading her parents on a wild goose chase.

"C'mon this way!" Jazz called over her shoulder. This should keep them out of sight until the dance is over. she smirked.

Her plan was brilliant—no surprise there—all she had to do was keep purposefully making wrong turns and taking false shortcuts. So far she'd kept her ghost hunting parents busy and away from her peers for over an hour.

"Jazz dear!" Maddie called, "Are you sure this is the way to the old science lab?"

"Yeah," Jack panted, lagging behind, "I could swear we've passed that restroom with the 'wet floor' sign four times already."

Skidding to a stop Jazz spun around pretending to be offended. "Are you kidding me?! I go to this school! I know my way around these halls. Don't worry, we're almost there."

"You've been saying that every ten minutes for the past hour sweetie." Maddie sighed.

A loud gurgling noise was heard causing both females to glance back at Jack.

"Ahem," Mr. Fenton fake coughed then flashed a sheepish grin, "I think it's time I made a quit visit to the little ghost hunter's room."

In a flash he'd disappeared into the bathroom. A split second later a startled "AAAHH!!" was heard followed by a loud clatter.

Maddie and Jazz exchanged worried glances. Maddie was about to go in and check on him when she heard a voice mutter, "Stupid wet floor...they should put up a sign!"

Shaking her head she went back over to Jazz.

"Hey," her daughter shrugged, "you married him."

In a barricaded classroom on the next hall over...

"THAT'S IT!" Danny exclaimed, "It's been over an hour already and I haven't sensed the slightest bit of ghostly activity!"

"Yeah," Tucker agreed, "and we're missing the whole dance!"

"Much to the delight of every girl there." Sam smirked.

"Oh like you two weren't planning on dancing together!" Tucker countered causing both Danny and Sam to blush.

"Okay Tuck, you win." Danny relented, more so to change the subject before things got too embarrassing.

Once again Danny grabbed the shoulders of his friends and fazed them through the wall.

"Don't look so bummed Danny," Sam said as he sat them down just outside the gym doors, "It's not like the old science lab not really being haunted is a bad thing ya know?"

Shifting out of his phantom form Danny nodded, "Yeah, you're right Sam. It's just-"

Before he could finish his sentence the gym doors swung open revealing their teacher (and vice principal) Mr. Lancer. "Mr. Fenton, Miss Manson, and Mr. Foley...welcome back to the party." he spoke in a tone way too calm for comfort. "And just where have you three detention-seekers been?"

"Um..." Tucker gulped, "...bathroom?"

Mr. Lancer's eyebrow rose, "All three of you? At the same time?"

"Uh y-yeah," Danny stammered, "g-guess next time we'll remember to go before leaving home!"

There was a brief silence before Mr. Lancer stepped aside so they could reenter the gym. "Very well," as Danny passed by he placed hand firmly on his shoulder, "but if I find anything out of place after this dance is over, I'll know exactly who to come looking for."

Sweating a bit Danny nodded quickly, "R-right! Not even a square of toilet paper on the floor! See ya!"

After their narrow escape from Mr. Lancer the trio headed straight for the crowd. It was best to lay low until their teacher honed in some other unlucky student.

During their absence a certain mahogany-eyed ghost was growing testier with each passing minute.

I can't believe my luck! he mentally griped, Here I am surrounded by gullible high school girls, and they're all JUST LIKE KATE!!

Try as he might Jet had yet to spot a single girl who wasn't obsessed with her hair, shopping, popularity, or looks. This is nothing but a prep convention! he concluded angrily. If he chose one of these girls to drive Kate away and break the curse he'd only be making his afterlife worse!

He needed someone different...someone as brilliant as she was pretty...someone with her own sense of style...a real individualist...someone like...

"HER!" his eyes brightened when they fell upon a certain Goth girl standing in between two typical high school geeks.

She's perfect! He thought while maliciously rubbing his hands together. "She will be the one to end my eternal misery."

After finally reaching the old science lab the Fentons were a bit discouraged to find the door locked and covered by chains and boards. Fortunately they had the Fenton Crowbar handy. Sure it was just an ordinary crowbar...but it had the name Fenton in front of it!

The aging door swung open slowly upon its rusty hinges. The resulting creaking noise was enough to send chills racing down everyone's spine.

"M-maybe we should go now?" Jazz suggested. She was starting to regret ever having led them to the lab. Of course, they were on the verge of ditching her and finding it on their own anyway.

"What are you talking about Jasmine?" Jack objected, "You're the one who wanted to help the ghosts, remember?"

"Well um...I..."

"Everything will be fine dear," Maddie said patting her daughter reassuringly on the back, "Your father and I are trained professionals, we know how to handle ghosts."

Right, Jazz thought disbelievingly.

"Okay ghosts," Jack suddenly cried, "get ready to face the Fentons!"

"Great," Jazz mumbled, "it's not enough that he has to embarrass me in front of the living, now he has to do it in front of the deceased too."

Whipping out the Fenton Sealer, Maddie activated its portal finder and carefully made her way around the shambled room searching for any entrances into the Ghost Zone.

"C'mon you guys," Jazz shivered, "it's really creepy in here! And I don't see any ghosts. Can you please just face the facts that there's none here and go home?"

"Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine," Jack shook his head disappointedly, "what you have to understand is that ghosts are elusive creatures with very cunning minds. They only want us to think that they're not here. But we'll wait them out! Even if it takes all night!!"

"All night?" Jazz twitched.

Maddie was over by the shattered lab table when the Fenton Sealer started to beep erratically. "Jack, we've got one!" she announced.

"Where?!" her husband demanded, hanging over her shoulder in an instant.

Stooping down to take a closer look at the object the paranormal gateway was detected within she was a bit surprised to see "A Bunsen burner?"

"A Bunsen burner?" Jack asked skeptically. "I don't know Maddie, this thing looks like a piece of junk to me. I bet it doesn't even work anymore."

"Well of course it doesn't work anymore," Jazz huffed, "it was blown-up over two decades ago!"

"Hm..." Maddie pondered to herself, "...I wonder."

Standing upright again she held the Fenton Sealer out over the rusted piece of lab equipment. Sure enough, a small trail of the supernatural energy led her clear across the room.

Jack and Jazz watched perplexed as Maddie continued to take small steps while the Fenton Sealer beeped steadily. The sound of the device grew louder as she drew nearer to the back wall. Finally she ran out of room to walk and the Fenton Sealer squealed out an alert.

Rushing over Jack inspected the wall. There, directly in front of Maddie, was a broken mirror hanging over a mildew-covered sink.

"OF COURSE!" Jack shouted, "THE PORTAL'S IN THE SINK!"

"Um Jack," Maddie corrected, "I think it's in the mirror."

Blinking dumbfounded for a moment he grinned sheepishly, "Of course! I-I knew it all along! Just checking to see if you were paying attention dear."

"Right," Maddie sighed.

"Well," Jazz groaned, "you've found the portal. Now seal it up so we can leave."

"I'm afraid it's not going to be that easy Jazz," Maddie replied, "the high energy readings coming from the Fenton Sealer suggest that the ghosts have already passed through the portal."

"That's why there was an energy trail all the way to the Bunsen burner," Jack added.

"So," Jazz's expression became a mixture of uneasiness and confusion, "where are they now?"

Exchanging a quick glance of reluctant realization Jack and Maddie raced out the door.

"Hey!" Jazz called, "Wait for me! Don't leave me in here!!"

"So you think Lancer's finally stopped looming over our heads?" Sam asked.

"It seems that way." Danny answered with a sigh of relief.

"Man, I can't believe we wasted all that time waitin' around in that smelly, dank old lab for some ghosts who didn't even show up." Tucker grumbled.

"And to think," Sam began with her sarcastic retort, "you could've been here, at the dance, getting turned down by all these girls."

"Ha ha," Tucker 'laughed' emotionlessly.

Danny was about to cut in before things got too out of hand between the two when he spotted his parents rushing into the gym. "Oh no!"

"What?" Tucker and Sam asked, both turning to see Mr. and Mrs. Fenton roaming through the crowd with their ghost hunting gadgets in plain view.

"This is just great." Danny moaned, "Where's Jazz?!"

"I don't know but I doubt she's gonna make it back here before your dad starts interrogating the football team." Tucker replied pointing over by the DJ.

"AAHH!!" Danny yelped as he noticed his dad just feet away from Dash. "I've gotta stop him before he permanently changes my social status from geek to mental case!"

"I'm right behind you Danny," Tucker started but was stopped when he spotted two hot chicks pass by in matching demon-girl costumes.

Sam slapped a hand over her eyes while Tucker started drooling, "Happy Halloween Tucker Foley!!!" he shouted before bounding off after the tempting duo, "Hey girls wait up! I vant to get your phone numbers!!"

Removing her hand from over her face Sam glanced around and sighed, "Ditched again."

"How short-sighted of them-" a smooth unfamiliar voice spoke from behind her.

Spinning around Sam came face-to-face with an incredibly handsome, incredibly mysterious teenager in one heck of a snappy pirate costume.

"-to squander all their time chasing after pretty faces when true, exquisite beauty lies right in front of them." he finished.

Blinking confusedly Sam awkwardly pointed to herself, "Uh...you mean ME?! Well I-"

"You are lovely," he cut in, placing a light kiss atop her hand.

Blushing like crazy Sam took a step back, Danny...Tucker...where the heck did those two go?! "Look, this is really nice of you and all but I'm actually here with-"

"-out a date, obviously," he interrupted again. Looking around he appeared a bit upset, "How dare those so-called friends of yours abandon you and then traipse about, ignoring you so!"

Hearing this Sam got a bit defensive, "Hey! My friends aren't ignoring me they're just-"

"-not here." Jet smiled slyly.

"...uh..." Sam faltered. Great, this pushy weirdo has a point.

"Please," he bowed slightly, "do me the favor of joining me on the dance floor."

"Oh geez, I dunno..." Sam tried desperately to brush him off but he quickly locked eyes with her and flashed a dazzling, pearly white smile.

"Please, honor me with just one dance," he insisted, "and I shall be content to leave, knowing that I have danced with the most beautiful girl in all of Casper High."

Talk about persistent. Sam found herself blushing a deep crimson hue. "Okay, enough with the flattery. One dance," she reluctantly agreed, "then I really have to go and find my friends."

"As you wish my dear..."

"Sam."

"Sam." he smiled. I've got you now.

Offering her his arm he waited patiently for her to take it before leading her out onto the center of the dance floor.

With a snap of his fingers the music instantly slowed, he drew her near, the crowd moved back, and the students all watched in awe as the two dancers seemingly floated on air.

"Wow, who's that guy?" one girl in a cheerleader outfit inquired.

"I don't know," Paullina admitted, "he must be some sort of foreign exchange student." Furrowing her brow she sneered, "So what's a hot guy like that doing with a Goth geek like her?!"

Meanwhile Danny was doing his best to convince his parents to leave when the Fenton Finder went off inside his jumpsuit. Darting into the crowd before his parents could ask questions he carefully pulled out the device and started tracking the ghost.

I don't get it, he wondered, how come the Fenton Finder could detect a ghost and I couldn't?!

Baffled over this bazaar event he continued walking until the radar indicated that the ghost was right in front of him. Nothing could have prepared Danny for what he saw upon looking up. SAM! DANCING?! WITH—wait—WHO IS THAT GUY?!

With his jaw practically dragging the ground Danny moved in for a closer look. The new kid had dashing looks and a 'charming' manner. But there was also something strange about him...

WHAT?! SAM'S BLUSHING!! SHE'S ACTUALLY BLUSHING?! his mind screamed. THE NERVE OF THIS GUY! DANCING WITH SAM! MY SAM!!

Freezing on that thought Danny felt blood rush to his cheeks. He was probably red as a tomato now. "Did...did I just think that?"

Jet's next move sent Danny over the edge. Slowly and craftily the mahogany-eyed pirate slid his hand down from Sam's shoulder and let it rest on the curve of her lower back...just inches above her backside.

Growling dangerously Danny's eyes went from cerulean to neon green. He started stomping fiercely towards the dancing pair in the center of the crowd.

Walking back from the snack tables with a plate piled full of cocktail weenies and other meaty treats Tucker glanced over at the crowd, wondering what all the commotion was about.

Probably some disgustingly handsome guy, he assumed with annoyance. Eh, striking out can really work up an appetite.

However, before he could dig in to his snacks Tucker spotted Danny storming into the crowd. Gulping he rushed over to find out what had his pal so uptight.

Shoving to the front of the onlookers he saw the source of Danny's rage. Sam was dancing—maybe even enjoying herself—with some new kid. Just as he figured, the guy was handsome, a regular knock out.

Throwing a glance in Danny's direction he spotted his friend emerging from the crowd. "Uh-oh..." the ghostly green glow of the halfa's narrowed eyes was enough to foretell an impending disaster of paranormal proportions.

Amanda/Artiste: You might know that when I set a deadline for myself I go and get sick. Grr...nonetheless I shall continue updating! Next chapter: Will Danny be the one making the scene instead of his parents? Or will Paullina step in first? And Jet can run but he can't hide, Kate makes her presence known. Please review, no flames!