Chapter 7: See, What Happened Was...
AN: I don't own Danny Phantom or anything I reference. R&R and Enjoy!
***Fenton Works***
Silence fell once again, save for the deep inhaling and exhaling coming from the one who had verbally exploded. The group of lovers blinked in shock and mild surprise, trying to figure out how best to explain themselves. Jazz was much the same with the added caveat of being annoyed at her brother and the girls. They better not have done it on the couch or else she would make them clean it. It was only fair seeing as how she and Ghost Writer cleaned up their mess when they did it there.
Finally, there was Danny's friends. First, there was Sam. To say she was speechless would be an understatement. In her eyes, there appeared to be hundreds of emotions bubbling inside her, trying to break free. Chief among them being outrage and despair at seeing her best friend and secret crush surrounded by the ghostly ladies.
Yet, at the moment, she was currently flabbergasted and stunned by the…
"SERIOUSLY! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"
…explosive outburst coming from Tucker.
They say every man has their breaking point. Tucker's just happened to be getting rejected (several times) by every girl in high school to then discover that your best friend had not only kissed some of the sexiest girls in school but was now apparently hooked up with some of the sexiest girls in the Ghost Zone.
For Sam and Danny, this was a surreal moment since every time, before this moment, it was Sam having the eruption of emotion while Tucker tried to be the mediator. So neither of them knew what to do or say at his comments.
"Tuck…" The halfa attempted, "Let me…"
"NO!" The boy fired back. "You are going to answer one question for me now. Did this happen all by accident or have you five secretly been together this entire time?"
Danny exhaled, figuring that lying was out of the question and even by answering honestly, it would only enrage his best friend even more.
"It…just…kinda…happened." The boy replied, at least having the courage to look his friend in the eyes while his lips gave the hesitant response.
"HOW DID YOU BUMBLEFUCK YOUR WAY INTO THE PANTS OF FOUR SEXY GHOSTS WHILE I GET REJECTED BY EVERY HOT GIRL IN SCHOOL?!" the boy roared in response.
Jazz, the ladies, and Danny all noticed the corner of Sam's mouth twitch a little in irritation at Tuck's comment. Whether it was because Tuck had never asked her or that he hadn't considered her one of the 'hot girls' they didn't know, and it seemed that it didn't particularly matter in that moment.
As for the enraged nerd, he was now going off on a tirade about the injustices of being denied attention and satisfaction from other girls while Danny got all the luck, completely ignoring everyone else in the room as he burned off his steam.
Taking this opportunity to escape, Jazz swiftly walked over to the group of five, doing her best to give them her most intimidating and disappointed look.
"You better not have had sex on this couch. Otherwise, you are cleaning this up!"
"Why do you say that, Jazz? Guilty conscience?" Her brother retorted. "You and your limerick writing boyfriend get up to something on here as well?"
"Oh spare me the lecture on abstinence, Danny. Especially with how much sex you had last night and today!" She replied.
"Yeah, well I'm still kicking his ass for what he put me through during Christmas." Danny grumbled, ignoring the eyeroll from his sister. "And for your information, we didn't have…"
Ember cleared her throat, cutting him off. Danny paused, a confused look on his face as he flicked his gaze between her and the biker girl. "What? Desiree, Penelope, and I were upstairs in my room, leaving you and Kitty down…"
And then the pieces fell into place as well as some saucy mental images of what exactly Ember and Kitty might have done on the cough. Ember nervously chuckled while Kitty buried her face into the crook of Danny's neck.
Jazz closed her eyes, inhaling deeply through her nose before slowly letting it out through her mouth.
"I did not...need the mental images...of your girlfriends scissoring on the couch." She growled out through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I'm sure they did more than just scissor. If I were to guess, they probably did other forms of tribbing, 69, making out, and general fingering and touching because they couldn't have fun with Danny and they needed to release all the sexual tension they had built up." Penelope interjected, ticking off her fingers after each sexual position she listed.
"Not helping!" Danny, Kitty, and Ember hissed.
For her part, the elder Fenton sibling was burying her knuckles into her eyes, as if the action would destroy the thoughts now entering her brain.
Spectra wasn't being much help, simply chuckling at the the annoyance she caused.
Her lover gave her a swift spank on the bottom and said. "That wasn't nice, Penny."
"But it was funny." She replied before pecking him on the lips.
"Wait a minute!" Tucker interjected. "You mean to tell me...That your girlfriends...HAD KINKY LESBIAN SEX WITH EACH OTHER WHILE YOU FUCKED YOUR OTHER GIRLFRIENDS?!"
The rest of the occupants in the living room groaned in annoyance and exasperation. Even Sam was shaking her head at the boy.
"Tuck, this is getting ridiculous throwing a fit like this." The goth girl remarked.
Yet the boy didn't hear her. Finding his second wind in regards to his annoyance, bitterness, and rage, he was off on a fresh tirade.
Jazz shook her head. "We'll finish this when they leave." She said before storming upstairs.
At her exit, a tension fell across the room. Tucker was still letting loose his inner frustrations while Sam glanced back and forth between him and the group on the couch.
Desiree rolled her eye and waved her over to the group when she managed to catch the eye of the goth. For her part, Sam was initially warry and confused. But after flicking her gaze back to her other friend, she sighed and walked over. She eyed the futon suspiciously before Ember spoke up.
"Its clean! We kept it to the couch."
Satisfied, she sat down and looked at the group. For a minute, none of them spoke, merely looking between each other and towards Tucker.
Finally, Sam broke the silence.
"Do I...ever get that bad?" She asked.
For the first time since his friends and sister had caught him and the girls on the couch, Danny cracked a smile.
"I wouldn't say you've ever been that bad..." The boy began before Ember, Kitty, Penny, and Desiree all snorted simultaneously.
For her part, Sam smirked as Danny gave a flabbergasted look at his girlfriends. "Wow. Not even a day and they can already tell when you are lying."
Danny simply gave her a sheepish grin. "I...well...when you are mad or annoyed at something, you express that in the moment. Tucker has the habit of bottling things up until something pushes him over the edge."
"Case in point." The goth girl remarked, her eyes flicking momentarily to their ranting friend before returning to Danny.
"You want me to start from the beginning?" He asked.
She nodded her head and settled herself in for the latest trouble her friend had gotten into.
After ten minutes of regurgitating his tale with the help of his lovers, Danny and the girls eyed Sam with apprehension. The seconds passed while the tension grew as they waited for her response.
"You know...this sounds really...fucking...crazy..." Sam finally said. "Then again...this is you we are talking about. If something crazy doesn't happen to you or the town in a week then something is wrong."
She chuckled humorlessly, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples.
"I don't like this. For not getting my chance with you. For them beating me to the punch. That it is these ghosts in particular. For finding you like this. And that this seems to be genuine and not some form of brainwashing."
With each answer she ticked off, the look of hope on Danny's face fell more and more.
"But..." Sam said in a pained tone. "I don't think our years of friendship is worth destroying over this. I'll...try...to get along with them for your sake."
The boy smiled in relief, glad that his friendship wasn't ruined because of the recent turn of events. Yet one of his girlfriends wasn't convinced.
"Kiss him." Penelope said.
"What?" The two teenagers asked, confused and surprised by her statement.
"You still have latent and dormant feelings for him. I want you to express them and get them out of your system now." The misery ghost said.
"I don't know..." Sam began before she was silent by the raised eyebrows from all four ghostly women.
"Look, she doesn't..." The boy began.
"Yes, she does." Desiree interjected. "She may say she is over pursuing a relationship with you, but she will never truly be past you until she finds out for herself."
The two teens looked at one another, unsure as to how to react. An unspoken conversation seeming to occur through they're eyes.
Finally, the goth sighed in a mix of frustration and defeat.
"What the Hell?" She sighed before leaning forward to meet Danny's lips.
For his part, he wasn't repulsed by her advance. Their lips connected and their tongues momentary danced with one another before they separated.. When they separated, they were catching their breath, only connected by a string of saliva.
Finally, it was Danny who broke the silence.
"It was nice..."
"But...not amazing." Sam finished.
"Good..."
"But not life changing."
The two chuckled for a moment.
"Nothing. I thought I would feel something...but I don't" Sam finally said, her smile falling from her face.
"To be fair, do you really think you would be open to sharing?" Penelope asked.
"No. Probably not." The goth replied. "I get it...but I don't like it. I feel like I'm back to square one now that you are spoken for."
"Just take things one day at a time. Be yourself, enjoy life, and know that the special someone meant for you may arrive when you least expect it." Penny reassured.
Sam merely gave the misery ghost a stunned look, her mouth slightly agape in surprise at the helpful advice before she finally replied.
"Thanks..."
Penelope merely smiled back.
"Well, that's one less thing we have to worry about." Kitty said in a relieved tone.
"NOW YOU ARE ROPING SAM INTO YOUR LITTLE HAREM?!" Tucker exclaimed, having finally calmed down enough to return his attention to his audience.
"This child has the worst timing." Desiree commented.
"Tucker! Seriously! This isn't what you think it is!" Sam said in an exasperated tone.
"Oh I know exactly what this is!" He fired back, a manic gleam in his eyes. "You've decided to become another one of the sisters to Rock n' Roll Roadie..." He accused, pointing to Ember.
For her part, Ember narrowed her eyes at the insult.
"Biker Whore,..." The nerd continued, moving on to Kitty.
The green haired ghost was slightly hurt by the comment, especially after the recently discovered infidelity with Johnny.
"Dr. MILF,..."
Penelope merely shrugged, conceding to the description.
"And Undead I Dream...of...Genie..." Tucker finished, his speech slowing as his brain caught up with his mouth.
It was at this point that the others connected the dots to where Tuck's mind might be going.
"Tucker..." Danny said slowly and calmly. "I...We...need you to stop and think for a minute."
"Think about what?" The boy asked, his eyes settling into a look of determination on the wishing ghost.
"That you are thinking about abusing Desiree's powers so you could either have Danny's girls or have a bigger harem of women." Sam said, equally concerned for her friend's sanity.
"Hmmm...hit the nail on the head." The black nerd confessed.
"Is your friendship with us worth a single wish?" The goth girl asked in an exasperated tone.
That caused Tucker a moment to pause and revaluate his motivations.
Fortunately enough, that was enough time for two of the girls to pounce upon his indecision.
Desiree and Penelope teleported from where they were to a few paces in front of Tucker, smirking slightly while their eyes seemed to bore into his very soul.
"You should be thankful that the question of your friendship is what gives you pause in the undoubtedly foolish wish you are about to make." Penelope said, hands on her hips.
"Wh...wha..." Tucker stuttered.
"I doubt you thought about the consequences I can deal to you after you make such a wish." Desiree interrupted, crossing her arms under her ample bosom.
The boy's face was a mask of confusion and growing fear. He backed up a step only for the two ghostly women to take two steps forward.
"You've got me curious, Desiree. You mind sharing what twists you might inflict upon the boy?" The misery ghost asked in a conversational tone while her eyes remained on Tucker.
"Oh...I'd give him his little harem. The twist would be that instead of him penetrating them...it would be the other way around." The wishing ghost mused.
Tucker stopped dead in his tracks, going stiff as a board as his bottom clenched.
Desiree and Penelope were soon face to face with him, forcing the boy to constantly flick his eyes between the two ghosts, lest he go cross-eyed.
"And that is just one way she could twist your wish. Do you really wish to find out how much worse things could get if you attempted to lawyer your way around a twist?" The misery ghost.
For several seconds, Tuck kept his silence, his eyes continuously flicking between the two ghosts before him and his best friends.
Finally, the boy lowered his head and sighed in defeat.
"No..." He mumbled lamely.
"Are you saying that because you truly don't wish to lose Danny's friendship and incur any consequences from a wish or because you want to buy some time to better think out a wish and to avoid any backlash?" Penelope countered.
"I GIVE UP!" The boy shrieked, his voice cracking. "What's the point? If I'm just going to be tortured in new and inventive ways, why should I even try?"
Tears began to well in his eyes. "You happy now? I've given up! Now...now all I have is this...impotent anger and resentment..."
With that, Tucker began to sob bitter tears. Anguish, anger, and hopelessness all evident as he continued.
Desiree and Penelope backed away a step, wondering if they might have taken things a step too far.
As for Danny and Sam, they took pity on their best friend. Getting up, the two walked towards their friend and embraced him on either side.
"This isn't fair." Tucker whispered hoarsely.
"Never said that it was, Tuck." Sam replied.
"I don't like this feeling..."
"We know buddy." said Danny.
The nerd took a shuddering breath in before slowly releasing it. He wrapped his arms around both his friends, desperately desiring the comfort they were giving him. "I feel terrible..."
Danny opened his mouth to reassure Tuck but Sam slowly shook her head, knowing the boy needed to get this out of his system as well.
"I was mad at you, Danny. Mad that...you had something I didn't...mad at my own situation. I said all those things...I even wanted a revenge wish...now it just feels like I tossed a Molotov Cocktail at our friendship."
He let out a weary chuckle. "I wouldn't blame you if you two wanted to end things with me here and now..."
Sam waited a few seconds before speaking up. "I understand your jealousy and anger. I can forgive you for feeling those things since you've come to your senses. Danny?"
The boy sighed. "Yeah...I can forgive you, Tuck. But...I'd be more worried about them..." he tilted his head towards the ghostly ladies, all of whom were giving the nerd a death glare, "forgiving you."
Tucker nodded in understanding. It wouldn't be easy, especially due to their relationship to Danny, but thus was the price he had to pay for his actions.
The three friends collectively sighed, having overcome this latest hurdle in their friendship...until Sam said.
"Danny...you're still naked, aren't you."
"Yeah..." The halfa replied.
"Aaaaaaaaand that made things awkward."
The three broke apart, Danny sheepishly covering himself and offering an apologetic smile.
Tucker slipped his bag off his shoulders and handed Danny his homework. "Nothing too bad. Easy stuff tonight."
The teens nodded at one another before Tuck and Sam headed for the door.
"See you tomorrow, Danny." Sam said, giving a wary look at the ghosts and a small smile to her friend.
Tucker glumly nodded, not saying anything for fear of ruining what peace they had managed to attain.
A moment later, the group was alone again. As one, they all released a sigh, releasing all the tension they had been feeling since the front door had opened.
Danny slowly walked back to the couch, sitting between Kitty and Ember.
"Well...guess it was for the best that we got that sorted out sooner rather than later."
Ember held his hand while Kitty rubbed gentle and slow circles on his back.
"You did well." The biker ghost said, pecking him on the cheek.
"Should I feel this tired after having this talk?" He asked, rubbing his temples.
"I'd be surprised if you weren't mentally exhausted." The rocker replied.
"Well, hopefully we can cruise through the rest of the day without any more..." The boy began saying before none other than The Ghost Writer became visible before them, a nervous smile on his face.
"Interruptions." the boy completed in a defeated tone.
"Hey...how goes things?" Ghost Writer asked.
"You either have the best timing or the worst timing imaginable." Spectra drawled as she and Desiree walked over towards the three on the couch.
"Depends on how you look at things." He replied. "Anywho, I was hoping, since you seem to be in a forgiving mood, we can put our past behind us and let bygones be bygones?"
"And so you can keep boning his sister without fear of him beating the crap out of you?" Ember added.
"I wouldn't have put it that way..." The Ghost Writer said while not refuting the point either.
The girls all looked at their lover for his reaction. The boy merely sighed.
"Look, I'm tired and not in the mood for any more fighting."
"Soooooooo...we cool?" the ghost asked, giving Danny some finger guns in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"Yeah..." Danny replied, giving the Ghost writer his own finger gun...before firing off a beam of cryo energy directly into the ghost's groin and creating a block of ice around it.
The affected ghost howled in surprise and pain, attempting to shatter the ice around his gentleman's area,
"We cool." Danny chuckled before leaning forward to wrap his arms around Penelope's waist and pull her closer towards him while he buried his face into her bosom. The ghost was mildly surprised by her lover's show of affection but smiled and ran her fingers through his hair.
"Are they finally gone?" Came the voice of Jazz Fenton as she came back downstairs to check on things. "I was starting to get hungry and didn't know if I...WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOYFRIEND?!"
"I didn't touch him." The boy replied, his smile hidden by Spectra's breasts.
"Then why is his crotch frozen?" Jazz countered.
"He didn't touch him." The ghostly women chorused before laughing.
Not satisfied with this response, the elder Fenton sibling immediately turned her attention to Ghost Writer.
Overall, it had been a strange and trying day for the Fenton children and their lovers. But they felt confident that whatever future challenges that came their way, they could sort them out in due time.
***Meanwhile, in the Ghost Zone***
Several ghosts were having a miserable day, to say the least. Upon returning from a frustratingly unsuccessful hunting trip, Skulker had thought that perhaps Ember would listen to his woes before sexually relieving him. So it was to his surprise and outrage that he came home to his realm to find it utterly destroyed!
Blackened scorch marks marred his walls. Piles of ash were all that remained of his many magnificent trophies. His live captures were released. Finally, the stock for his legitimate human realm business ventures of finished pelts, fur coats and hats, and adult toys made from real animal tails and ears. To add insult to injury, he accidentally stepped in a little "surprise" left by Cujo.
"That...bitch." Skulker growled.
She would pay, and dearly for making a mess and mockery of his realm. He wasn't sure where she was or why she caused such wanton destruction, but he would ensure that she would regret this.
"Sleep well tonight, Ember. Tomorrow, the hunt begins." He promised.
Elsewhere, on one of the many random floating rocks that litter the land of the dead, Johnny was fussing over his bike while Destiny, his flame from last night and this morning, idly sat at the edge of the rock.
"You need any help?" The woman asked for what seemed like the tenth time.
"No, I don't need any help!" The biker ghost replied in an irritated tone.
"Look, you've been working on that thing for well over two hours now. We can just fly back to your place or to a mechanic and have them look it over." She said.
"NOBODY touches my bike but ME!" Johnny 13 said heatedly.
"Jeeez, don't get your panties in a bunch." She muttered.
"And I DON'T need any lip from you!" He added.
Destiny gritted her teeth before pulling out her phone...again. She had been contemplating maybe there was a reason his ex-girlfriend (if that was what she truly was and not just a convenient excuse to get into her pants) hadn't shown up and had repeatedly texted him the previous day. Granted, she was no stranger to one night stands and men who lied to have some fun. It takes two to tango as the old saying goes. She wasn't even against his little bout of showboating on his bike...until the engine began to cough and spew noxious smoke.
As things currently stood, she was debating on sticking things out, calling a ghostly mechanic behind his back, or ditch him and his horny shadow...
"Son of a bitch!" The bad luck ghost exclaimed.
And she was leaning towards the final option.
"What's wrong?" She asked in a not so concerned tone of voice.
"Someone...There's...my tank and oil has..." He spluttered, having difficulty putting his thoughts to words.
Destiny closed her eyes and counted to ten before asking. "What is wrong with your tank and oil?"
"Bleach! Someone put bleach in my oil and gas tank and that is what fucked with my bike!"
Finally, an answer, the ghost woman thought.
"So what does that mean?"
"It means I at least have to flush the system and put in new fluids. Long term, I need to go over the engine to see how serious a problem I have." Johnny 13 growled.
Destiny sighed and stood up. "Well, this was fun but I think I'll catch you later if you are gonna spend the rest of the day with that hunk of junk."
"I don't need any lip from you, bitch!" The bad luck biker fired back, his anger growing.
"That wasn't the impression I got last night." She retorted before flying off.
"You know, if I wanted any smart mouthed comments, I would just call up..." He began to say while he turned to face his brief flame...only to see her flying off into the distance.
"Kitty." He grumbled before sitting on the ground by his bike. His shadow formed beside him and stared at him.
"Who could have gotten into my realm and fucked with my bike?" He asked himself.
There was a moment of silence between the ghost and his shadow before the inky black form snapped it's fingers and incoherently muttered something to it's master.
"Kitty?" Johnny asked. His shadow nodded.
"Well...she can still enter my realm...and she would know how to mess with my bike without immediately noticing...but why would she do that to me?"
The shadow smacked it's face with it's palm and glared at the bad luck ghost.
"What? You think she found out about Destiny and me?"
Shadow vigorously nodded.
Johnny huffed, scratching at the stubble on the side of his face as he tried to think of what to do.
"Well...we can't do anything with the bike not working. If we can get it home, I can drain the fluids and refill it. Won't be a permanent fix but it will hold the bike over until I can get it properly looked at." He finally relented before his eyes narrowed. "Then...we pay Kitty a little visit."
Meanwhile, in Walker's Prison, Bertrand had just woken up from his Penelope induced nap. As soon as the stars cleared from his vision and the throbbing of his head died down, he took in his surroundings. The shapeshifter was alone in a cell, a prison jumpsuit replacing his usual attire.
"Why am I here? Where is Penelope?" He asked, gripping the bars of his cell.
His answer was in the form of a prison guard, billy club in hand.
"Looks like your girlfriend dumped you here. Shame we couldn't catch her before she popped out of here without you."
"What?" Bertrand asked in a perplexed tone. "She...Penelope would never abandon me...she love me..."
"I'm just telling you what happened and how you came to be here, buddy. Don't get angry at the messenger." The guard said before floating off.
The shapeshifter contemplated on his current situation, trying to think back on why Penelope would drop him off in this dispicable place. He remembered going to her realm, confronting her about not answering his many messages and calls, discovering she had been sleeping around, her implications that she LIKED whomever she slept with, going off on all he had done to keep her with him, her seeming to understand...and then nothing.
What could have happened? Her voice had been understanding, emphasized by the way she caressed him and circled him...so why was everything afterwards blank?
Sure, she had been carrying that empty wine bottle...and he supposed she could have been fooling him with her reassurances...but why would she fool him?
Something wasn't right, and he was going to get to the bottom of both this and who her mystery lover was.
First, though, he had to escape...
***Midnight, Highway Rest Stop, With the Fenton Parents***
"Now you just lay back and get some rest, dear. We had quite a long day helping solve that mystery and you did eat quite a bit of that 'thank you' pizza the teenagers and we received for solving said mystery." Maddie Fenton said as she helped tuck her husband into bed. Jack merely mumbled incoherently in response, having passed into the world of dreams as soon as his head hit the pillow.
She chuckled before circling around and crawling into her side of the bed. While the mystery had proven there wasn't an actual ghost haunting the house (turned out it was some real estate owner trying to scare off the previous owner so the property could be bought up for pennies), it was nice to be of some help to the teenagers and spend more time with Jack. The downside was that now they wouldn't be home until the next morning.
Settling in, Maddie's mind couldn't help but dwell on her children. She hoped the two were alright without them. Even though the two were teenagers, she still worried one of the local ghosts might end up harming them. It didn't help her concerns when, earlier in the day she had received an email alert from the cable company. When she later had time to inspect the message, however, it was gone. What was even more strange was that when she called the company and asked about the alert, they claimed they never sent her any messages that day.
She shook her head before resting back on her pillow. Worrying about these things, especially those concerning her kids, never helped her sleep well. More than likely, Danny and Jazz were fine and the biggest problem they might have would be what to have for dinner.
Yet even as sleep took her, her dreams (or maybe nightmares) were filled with visions of ghosts slowly dragging her son and daughter away from her. One had hair of blue fire nibbling her boy's ear. Another had green hair and fishnet stockings, peppering his cheek with kisses. A third had her spectral tail wrapped around his legs like a boa constrictor. The final ghost clinging to her son, one in a red business suit and skirt, was running her hands up to his chest and down to his belt line. Then there was her, clinging to the hands of a bespectacled ghost and floating away with him. She cried out for them to release her baby boy and girl but her voice seemed to be only a whisper. She fired her weapons but every shot seemed to miss. She tried running after them but it was as if she were on a treadmill. The most frustrating and heartbreaking thing, though? Was hearing her Danny and Jazz telling her to stop shooting them because they loved them.
Maddie only hoped these were merely nightmares and that when she returned home, her children would be safe and their chastity intact.
Author's Note: It has been a while, to say the least. Probably doesn't help when I say I had terrible writers block, my drive crapped out, lost most of my writing on this story, and had to start almost from the beginning again, and work. To top it all off...I've been feeling burnt out from writing. I simply lack motivation nowadays to put my thoughts to words. And when they do come out it is in short, small bursts. I realize that is something you the readers don't like hearing from writers of stories you enjoy...but I feel that it best to be up front with everyone rather than lie or beat around the bush, constantly delaying updates. I will try to update when I can but I can't promise a consistent schedule. To not end things on such a sour note, I do wish to thank you all for all the support you have given over the years.
