"Miss Madson," Lancer adressed her as she stepped in front of what looked like a pair of pants walking around by themselves. "This is nowhere near your homeroom, or your locker. May I ask..." he faded off, tipping his head to the side and looking past her, unbelief written all over his face.

"What is that behind you?"

"It's just me, Mr. Lancer," Danny popped out with what he hoped wasn't a guilty smile, "I was just tying my shoe."

"Oh, Mr...Fenton..." he scratched his head. "For a minute there I thought there were..." He shook his head and suddenly leaned in on both of them. "You are obviously hiding something! If you tell me now, then I will not give you detention."

"Well, you see, Mr. Lancer, we were just..." Sam started at the same time Danny said:

"We weren't doing anything but walking to class!" Sam looked over and glared at him.

"Very well then," Mr. Lancer stood again and looked at them sternly. "You can keep your secret, but only at the cost of an afternoon. Detention tonight," he walked passed the two stunned teenagers.

"But we didn't do anything!" They practically yelled at the same time.

"You can have the choice of coming tonight, or on both Thursday and Friday," he replied as if he hadn't heard them.

"But that's not fair!" Danny growled, his eyes brightened to the neon green accompanied with his ghost form.

"You have a pleasent day," Mr. Lancer didn't even turn around, but continued walking down the hall.

"Danny?" Sam said cautiously. His hands had begun to glow with green energy.

"It's not fair!" he growled at her, "Why does he hate us! Why is it always us that he-" He raised his hand, gesturing after the receding figure of his teacher, and a large, green bolt of energy left it.

"Tom Sawyer!" Mr. Lancer yelled as he was pushed very suddenly and very quickly toward the end of the hall. Sam and Danny both winced as a loud clang was heard. When they looked again, a dazed Mr. Lancer lay against the now dented lockers.

"Mr. Lancer!" A girl turned the corner and saw him lying there. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he said, shaking his head.

"Oh," she bit her lip, "You're in front of my locker." Meanwhile, Sam had grabbed Danny and was dragging him into a near-by classroom.

"DANNY!" she hissed. He only looked at his smoking hand, speetchless.

"I saw the whole thing," Tucker said as he walked up to them. "Danny you really need to be more–"

"Get in here if you don't want a month's worth of detention," Sam hissed to him and finished pulling Danny into the sanctuary of the empty classroom. Tucker needed no further prodding, ut quickly followed and shut the door, quietly. Danny was frantic.

"You guys, this is bad! This is really really bad!"

"Tell us about it," Sam said dryly, leaning against one of the desks. "I haven't had this much trouble controlling my powers since the month after I got them!" He began to pace rapidly around the front of the room. "Why are my powers suddenly so hard to control? I've never been able to shoot an ectoplasmic energy blast in human form before! What if it's some sort of ghost Cancer, or worse–"

"Danny," Sam interrupted firmly, "Calm down.

"Calm down," Danny turned on them, "CALM DOWN? Sam I could be loosing my mind!" The two now familiar rings of light appeard above his head and below his feet, and moved inward, leaving Danny Phantom in thier wake. "I...I...didn't mean to transform," he said, looking at himself.

"Loosing, or lost?" Sam asked with a glance at Tucker.

"Hey Danny," Tucker smiled and stepped forward. "Don't worry, you went to school when you couldn't control your powers before."

"Yeah," Danny replied, much calmer but thourally depressed. "But back then I didn't have the ectoplasmic energy blast. I couldn't HURT people. You saw what happened to lancer." His face contorted in concentration, and he began his transformation back to human.

"Yeah," Tucker shook his head, then his face broke into a smile, "and it was hillarious."

"TUCKER!" Sam and Danny repremanded synonymously. Danny turned towards the door, and sighed.

"Well, I better go home until I get over this," he hung his head and reached for the door.

"Danny?" Sam asked quietly, "What if you can't?" Danny's hand froze in mid-air and he glanced at her.

"I don't know," he said after a few seconds. "I really don't know." He opened the door, and walked slowly into the hall, leaving to very worried friends in his wake.

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Sorry it's been so long guys! Putting up a lot today.

Mikaphantom: Thank you for the comments, and I'm glad you liked my review on your story. :D