Okay, I knew uploading two stories at once would get to me. Sorry guys, and thank you DPL for pointing this out to me.
Danny realized his friends were regarding him with trepidation, so he decided to answer them. After all, what would it hurt? "I'm fine," he shrugged. Sam and Tucker glanced at each other, and Tucker moved forward to the backpack he'd left in the hall when he'd stepped back.
"Why do you look so different?" Sam asked carefully. Tucker nodded in agreement.
"Why, Sam?" Danny asked, and leaned forward, face to face with Sam. "Do you like it?"
Sam looked down and blushed. "Well, the red eyes are a bit much...remind me too much of the whole 'Freak Show' thing," she mumbled, "but other than that, yeah...I do."
"Why did you change?" Tucker asked, "And where did you pick up the tacky outfit?" He rolled his eyes and bent down to pick up his backpack. He didn't notice Danny's malicious smile disappear, and his hand began to glow with red ectoplasmic energy. "Although," he said, standing up and brushing himself off, "I have to say, the streaked hair was a stroke of Genius." Danny's hand stopped glowing, although the sour look didn't disappear. Sam, having witnessed the entire thing, decided tosplit the tension.
"Um...Danny?" He leaned forward once again, causing her to lean away.
"Yes Sam?"
"Er..." she hesitated, "Don't you have a ghost to find?"
"Only if you're coming," he said. 'Is he HITTING on me?' Sam asked herself silently.
"Er...you'll find him faster without us tagging along. Don't worry, we'll catch up." Tucker, catching her look nodded in agreement. Danny put a hand on his chin.
"Hmm, yes. That should prove entertaining." He floated to the ceiling. "Very well." And with that he was gone. As soon as he was gone, Tucker turned to Sam.
"Okay, why is he acting strange?" She asked him. He shrugged.
"Don't know, but now that you mention it...he did seem a bit weird."
"Weird?" Sam shook her head, "For a minute there, I almost thought he was going to blast you." Tucker blinked at her.
"Really?" Sam nodded.
"Something's wrong, and we need to find out what," she grabbed the Fenton Thermos from her bag. "Go get Jazz, she might be able to help. We may have to find some way to get him to change back." Tucker nodded and started heading down the hall. After a few steps, he turned and faced Sam's retreating figure.
"What if we can't figure out what's wrong?" He asked.
"I don't know," Sam said, barely audible.
"What if we can't get him to change back?" Sam paused and looked over her shoulder.
"Let's worry about that when we have to." Tucker bit his lip, but continued down the hall opposite of Sam, both worried about what had gone so wrong with their best friend.