Taking Over Me
Summary: With Sam gone, Danny has enough to deal with. At the same time he runs into the first ghost he can't beat, and that's Danny Phantom.
Rating: PG-13 for mature themes and language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, Butch Hartman does. I do not own Taking Over Me, Evanescence does.
Chapter Three
I believe in you.
Danny kicked the rock again and watched it skitter down the sidewalk. He could feel Tucker staring at him in concern. He knew Tuck was concerned, his family was too. But this was something Danny had to deal with by himself. "You sure your okay, man?"
Danny glanced sideways. "Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing major." The lie hung between them, both of them knowing that's what it was but at the same time neither acknowledged it.
"She's not dead, Danny. We're going to see her again." Tucker finally said uncertainly.
Danny glared at the rock and kicked it again. "I know she's not dead. And I'm not always thinking about Sam," he bit out, despite the fact that he had indeed been thinking about her.
"You need to stop dwelling."
"I am not dwelling, Tucker." Danny opened his mouth to say something more, instead shivering as the little cloud of ice blue breath he was so familiar with appeared. He bit back a wave of irritation.
Tucker instantly glanced all around. "Your clear," he said contritely. It was much harder for him to cover Danny without Sam there. They'd sort of thrown caution into the wind. There wasn't much the two of them could do short of running till they found somewhere he could change.
Danny took a deep breath and cleared his mind and felt the change kick in. "If this is just the box ghost, I'm going to kill him," he muttered.
Tucker laughed nervously. "Not that he isn't already dead, being a ghost and all."
"Don't care," Danny said with a glance over at Tucker. Tucker glanced over at him and screamed. Danny glanced over his shoulder expecting something to be there. There was just the side of a building. "What?"
Tucker opened his mouth a few times and shut it, his eyes wide. He lifted a shaky hand and pointed at Danny's face. "Your…your eyes."
"What about them?" He stared at Tuck, who was just sort of opening and closing his mouth. He was about to reply to that when suddenly there was a crash behind them and both boys spun. There stood volture, trademark for Vlad Plasmius. "Great," he said softly to Tucker. "This one's easy."
"Fancy-pants ghost boy! I gotta message for ya." the vulture called perching on the top of a streetlight.
Danny glared up at the bird, green eyes narrowing giving him an almost possessed look. "Tell Vlad I don't care what he wants to tell me."
"He just wants to wish you luck on your passage. From the looks of it you're not fairing too well." The bird's New York accent think making him slightly hard to understand.
Danny darted up into the air next to the ghost. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"That's for me to know, and you to desperately guess at," he cackled.
"I don't have to put up with this," Danny bit out. "Tuck! Thermos, please." There was no response. The bird laughed and Danny glanced over his shoulder. Tucker was gone. Danny flew back to where Tuck had been standing. "Tuck! What did you do with him!" Danny screamed furiously. He was getting really sick of losing friends.
The bird cocked his head to one side a cruel sort of look on his features. "I didn't do anything. If you want my oppinion something probably spooked him. I will give you a hint: A good look in the mirror wouldn't hurt." With that he was gone. Just literally vanished. Danny muttered darkly before going invisible and taking off towards his house.
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Danny phased through his bedroom wall and dropped lightly onto his bed-room floor. The darkness in the room made it all to easy to see the little flashing button on his answering machine he hit the play button. He flopped down onto his bed. Tucker's voice broke the stillness. "Uh, Danny, sorry that I just kinda split like that. I had to get home and all. Talk to you tomorrow, okay?"
Danny couldn't ignore the guilty twinge. He slammed down the delete button with more force than necessary. "Great," he breathed to himself. "I've lost Sam and now I'm losing Tuck." He sat there for a moment, staring down at the white boots that came with this curse.
This was what he had been trying to avoid since the accident. That's why he told Sam and Tucker, he didn't want to risk losing them over lying about it. And he hated facing things alone. Now what was he doing? Sitting in his room alone, in the dark, and friendless. He hopped up off and kicked the post at the foot of his bed. He glared of into the darkness.
He was about to go back to being just plain old Danny Fenton when he caught the pale reflection of himself. The unnatural glow that accompanied being a ghost hovered around him. His skin was darker and his hair was the chalk white it always was in ghost mode. He kept stepping closer though not daring to believe what he saw.
He glided over to his mirror and stared at the reflection that stared ever to eagerly right back at him. His wide terrified eyes were still green. But creeping towards his pupils from the outside of his iris was a ring of dark crimson. The same hauntingly red eyes associated with every evil ghost he had ever encountered.
Dun, Dun, Dun. And the plot thickens. If you can even call what we've had up until this point plot. Oh well, sigh. Thanks to all my fabulous reviewers: KittenGoMoo, Ryo's destiny, WormmonABC, The Fuzy Llama, Hwoarangsguardie, Kagome51, q.t a.k.a spice , Sakura Scout, RainbowSerenity, Osparrow, autumngold, Shadow Sakura, Spice Of Life, Moody Maud, MayB, Incrediblecuznz, RavenForever, Mrs. Granger-Weasley, Wind Cat, IceSugarHigh, and Fox of Light. You guys all deserve cookies!