Apologies for it being so late, I mean, I had it read to submit and everything, but it just didn't go well, and parts of the original chapter 2 had an out of character Chris, and I know I'm making him seem all doom'n'gloom in this chapter, but I'm working on it! It might be a little wait until I get chapter 3 ready, but I'm working on it and if you're really nice and leave a review, I might get it done that much sooner. I also apologize if anything in the school seems like it...wouldn't happen, 'cause I wouldn't know, I'm homeschooled. Pity.

Charmed and Danny Phantom belong to their respective owners and not me. Pity.

There and Back Again

Pop-4-2-Day

Danny yawned widely as he took his seat, not really ready for first period. He hoped no one noticed, no such luck.

Sam noticed, "Danny, you ok? You've been yawning all day and you got here like, fifteen minutes ago." The girl asked, her amythist eyes sparkling in concern. Sam's shoulder length black hair spilled over her ears and she pushed it back, bringing her hands up she took two parts of her half pony-tail and pulled lightly, tightening it, and looking back to Danny.

The halfa shook his head, "I'm fine, I was just ghost hunting real late last night, they just kept coming." Tucker wasn't in this class, or else Danny suspected that he might have made a joke, Danny could hear it now, 'So do these history tests!' Danny's thoughts also kept straying to the strange ghost in the park, the oddly surprised look in the glowing blue eyes, and deeply buried sadness that the owner didn't even seem to realize was there any longer.

'What happened to him?' Danny wondered, 'To make him so sad, he doesn't even realize he carried it with him any longer?'

Sam grinned, "You know, if Tucker were here..." She started, knowing her friend was already thinking the same thing.

"Yeah, I know, I know." He brought his hand up to his chin and rested his face in it, just for a second, knowing that any longer and he'd fall asleep, and looked back up, "I expected atleast Jazz to be on my case for sleeping in today, but she just got all weird, she didn't say a thing, though." Danny remembered that morning, he had gone downstairs after hurriedly changing clothes, brushing his hair and teeth, etc. He saw his sister waiting for him by the door, and asked.

"What, no psycho-analysing my chronic lateness disorder?" He remembered the suddenly proud look she'd gotten in her eyes momentarily before she shook her head, and left the house.

That's when Danny heard a few of the students over next to him talking.

"Did you hear? There's a new teacher, today." Male voice, Danny placed it as the kid that always sat near the back, but he didn't know his name.

"Yeah, I heard he just moved here, doesn't know about all the freaky things that go on." Female voice, that was Jenna, but he didn't really know her, just her name.

"Well, I guess we'll have to show him then, won't we?" Oh, Danny knew that one. It was Dash, and Danny realized that from the jock's comment, that he was going to end up doing something to the new teacher.

Sam must've heard it too, because then she kicked him lightly under their desks to get his attention, and said, "You think they're gonna pull a prank on the new guy?"

"Something like that," Danny agreed, "Or Dash could just change his mind and pull the prank on me, instead." He mulled, looking up as someone walked into the room.

It was a young man, late teens or early twenties at most, with soft brown hair at a length that boys would call long and girls would call short and green eyes, he had on a grey long sleeved shirt with an orange collar and black jeans, but his green eyes were what got Danny the most, something deep inside them made Danny feel like he was forgetting something, and it was on the tip of his tongue. The young man stopped at the front desk and set down his backpack, before turning around and picking up a piece of chalk, paying each student the same ammount of non-attention.

He wrote with fluid, straight handwriting, while speaking aloud, "My name is Dr. Cristoph Peregrin, but Dr. Pip will be fine," He said, having written his name for everyone to see.

Dr. Pip turned around to face the class and sat down, noticing the inquiring looks on the faces of his new students, he sighed and shrugged, "I think we have enough time for a few questions," Seeing a boy in the back raising his hand, he pointed slightly up and back to him, "Yes, Mr..." He paused, looking at a piece of paper on his desk, "Ibanez?"

It was the same boy who had started the earlier conversation with Jenna and Dash, who lowered his hand and asked, "How old are you?" This brought forth a few questioning glances and a few winces, from the kids who knew that it was impolite to ask teachers that, but Dr. Pip just shrugged.

"I turned 23 about a week ago." He then pointed out another hand, which belonged to Danny.

"Yes, Mr..." He paused again, then looked back up, "Fenton?" His lips twitched, as if having just heard a joke that he didn't really want to laugh to, but was probably going to anyway, which confused Danny, but the boy asked anyway.

"Were you at the park last night? I think I saw you there,"

Dr. Pip looked a little surprised, but then he figured in his head that the boy might have been at the park when he was reading that book, he had been there for a while. Before that ghost creature attacked, that is, so he answered, "Probably. Come to think of it, you look familiar, too." Dr. Pip then started to pull some books out of the backpack, "Alright, no more questions, please pull out your books and turn the page to..." His voice seemed to go into the infamous 'Teacher Drone' as he started to teach, seeming to have trouble keepy his hands on his books, which fell from his hands a few times. "Sorry, guess I'm a little nervous, eh?" He excused his clumsiness, looking as nervous as he claimed.

He got a few moans of dispair as the kids who didn't get their questions answered slowly put their hands down.

Danny suddenly knew why the new history teacher looked so familiar! He was the ghost that he'd seen in park the night before! But...why the disguise? And why was he a history teacher? Was he just boring, or was there some sort of evil plan laid out infront of him? Danny had become quickly suspicious when only a few days ago the school counselor turned out to be a misery-eating ghost named Spectra. But why hadn't his ghost sense gone off? Did the ghost have some sort of cloaking power? It was making Danny's head start to hurt a little, thinking about all the possibilities

The halfa's knees were suddenly kicked under the table and Sam whispered to him, "Get your book out! Page 126," She instructed.

The ghost/history teacher cleared his throat, "If you two are finished with your game of footsie, can we continue with the class?"

Danny's face turned red and he was positive that Sam's did, too. He pulled out his book and flipped, to what Danny thought of as, a random number.

It was going to be a long day.

At lunch, later that day, Danny met up with Sam and Tucker, having just come from the only class he didn't have with either of them, and sat down with lunch, "Hey guys," He yawned, not noticing the worried glances his two friends were sending each other.

"Hey Danny," Tucker started, "You know, you could have gotten us last night when you were going ghost hunting, we wouldn't've minded." Sam nodded in agreement.

"Nah, don't start," Danny took a bite of his lunch, chewing and swallowing before continuing, "It was really late already and you'd be in the same boat as me, and there wasn't much you could've done." He noticed the hurt looks in his friends' eyes, and quickly amended, "I would've called if it had been earlier or the weekend, I swear, but I didn't want you guys to get in trouble." He didn't want to adress the fact that there really was nothing two humans could have done, another ghost(who wasn't trying to kill/capture him), however...

That reminded him, "Speaking of ghosts, last night, at the park? I was fighting this really weird lion-tiger-bear"(Sam laughed a little, and mouthed 'oh, my!' Danny didn't notice)"thing and there was this ghost at the bridge, just sitting there, and I think it was Dr. Pip!"

Tucker cocked his head to the side, "You mean like the soda?"

"No, like our new history teacher, Dr. Pip," Sam corrected, then inquired, "Danny, are you sure? I mean, how can you tell?" She asked, looking across the cafeteria at an almost empty table where a few of the older students were eating, Dr. Pip being there as well, sitting at the lonely end of the table, "Did you sense it?"

"No, that's the odd thing, I think he's an undercover ghost like Spectra was, only he can somehow shield himself from being sensed...or something."

"Well, that's bad right? If you can't sense him, how're you supposed to find him and send him back to the Ghost zone?"

"Well, since he hasn't actually done anything yet, I don't think it'd actually be fair to send him back. Yet, atleast." Danny said absently, suddenly picking up on the conversation at the table over, he got Sam and Tucker's attention directed to that conversation.

Dash was sitting at the popular table, along with Valerie, Paulina, Kwan, Star and the 'Popular for the day' Katie, as it was dictated that should anyone else but the original populars sit there, whether by permission or not, they'd be gone by the end of the day(who were also called Pop-4-2-day's), while they were discussing the new teacher, Danny, Sam and Tucker picked up on Dash's idea mid-sentance.

"--so I was thinking we could follow him around the rest of the day, and set up some creeping doors and stuff and make him think the school is haunted!" Dash cried in triumph at his brilliant idea.

"That's a great idea!" Valerie praised, then asked, cynically, "Where'd you get it from?"

Dash shrugged and Kwan answered for him, "I think I saw it on this one horror movie once, only the mansion really was haunted." Dash coughed at this and then hit Kwan in the shoulder.

"Shut up, man!"

"How're we going to pull it off?" The Pop-4-2-day asked, not caring where her favorite jock got the idea from.

"What do you mean how? We'll pound a geek until he makes up some sort of device that'll do it for us." Dash said in a voice that clearly said he thought she was stupid. All heads suddenly turned toward Tucker, and his friends at the table, who looked away as if they weren't just listening in on the conversation. The populars all nodded as a silent agreement was made and they turned back to their lunches.

Once Sam was sure they were done with their conversation, and not listening to theirs, she leaned in, "They're gonna get Tucker to rig the entire school, to make a ghost think it's haunted?"

Danny nodded, that's what it sounded like, "I think we should follow them, and see if he'll do anything about it, if he does, I can put him in the Thermos and send him back to the Ghost Zone."

"B-but!" Tucker suddenly said, "They're gonna beat ME up to get ME to bug the school! I could get in alot of trouble!"

"Don't worry, Tucker," Sam cut in, "Danny and I will be following you around, we'll pull you out if anything happens."

Danny nodded reassuringly.

The bell rang and kids started to leave, as Danny left, he noticed that Dr. Pip sighing deeply, and get up, ready to go. Danny then had to pay attention to where he where he was going because he had just walked through the swinging cafeteria door, but no one seemed to notice. Tucker put his hand on Danny's shoulder to get his attention.

"But what about the me being beat up part?"

It was later that day, after school, when Dash made himself and his idea to Tucker.

"So, how about it, Foley?" Dash asked conversationally as he pushed the smaller boy into a locker, "Just to give the teach a scare, sounds good, right?" He pushed Tucker into the locker again, harder this time.

"A-alright, already!" Tucker gave in, normally he would have just found a way to outsmart him, like remotely turning on the sprinklers or something, but this was part of the plan, his eyes quickly searched around the empty hallway, knowing that Danny and Sam were somewhere in the room, he just couldn't see them. "I'll do it!"

"Good." Dash let go of the black teen's collar and grabbed his arm instead, and started leading Tucker to an empty classroom, all the while telling them what they had in store for Dr. Pip.

Danny sighed and shrugged his shoulders, having watched the scene in ghost form and invisible, he followed them out, carefull to be quiet and to keep Sam invisible, all the while thinking to himself, 'What if I'm wrong, and Dr. Pip isn't even a ghost? What then? Just let Dash and the others scare him all day?'

Dash pushed Tucker around for the rest of the day, letting the boy use his PDA and any other materials on hand to create the illusion, and they were done only a few minutes before they heard the noises of the new guy getting ready to leave, so Dash pulled Tucker around the corner and peeked his head around, waiting for the good teacher to come and make his appearance into the Haunted House.

Chris stretched steadily, rolling his head off one shoulder and onto the other, feeling the bones crack in his neck satisfyingly, he shouldered his backpack and walked down the hall, he hadn't realize how hard it was to sit still and talk all day. He suddenly had a new respect for Jazmine Fenton, his old science teacher, who used to lecture him all the time back in the future. Chris chuckled and shook his head. Imagine that he should be teaching the little brother of his dead teacher. Although he guessed that since that his version of Jazz didn't exist yet, and probably wouldn't, she wasn't exactly dead. Chris shook himself out of his thoughts, reprimanding himself. 'This is your new life, Chris! Stop getting stuck in the past!' His mind screamed at him, but his heart wouldn't listen.

He stopped when the lights overhead flickered, all of them at once, then they shuddered off, leaving only light from down the hallway left. Chris growled to himself, as he felt something build inside him and suddenly his backpack slid through his shoulder and landed on the ground with a soft thud. "Crap...Why does this keep happening?" He mumbled to himself, reaching down with his other hand to pick it back up and then frowned at where he knew his arm should be, but as he held it out infront of him, he wasn't sure he could see it, in the dim lighting.

That was another thing. Chris kept having trouble with this odd power all day, having dropped many pieces of chalk and his books plenty of times to have earned himself the nick-name 'Dr. Butterfingers', not very flattering or imaginative, but he couldn't figure out which one had started the nickname and so he went along with it. Once he turned the corner into a lit hallway, he noticed that some of the locker doors were rattling on the inside, and he had the oddest feeling that he was being watched. What was going on?

The young man let out a light blue path of light that flickered out of his mouth that faded into the air. That was what happened last night! He suddenly stood straighter and whirled around, looking for something out of the ordinary, stopping when his gaze landed on a large metalic figure and the ghost boy he'd seen before, facing each other, not seeming to notice that they had a third(and unbeknownst to Chris, a fourth) pair of eyes on them, the thing in the flaming ghost body smirked, "Ghost child! I've found you again, and there's no purple mammals to help you this time."

This couldn't be good.

Danny stopped when he noticed Dr. Pip phaze his backpack through his shoulder, then pick it up with his other hand, as if he didn't know what had just happened. Danny wished he'd let Sam stay, but since Tucker and he both had to stay behind so long as part of the plan, Danny sent Sam to go home and make up the story that Tucker and himself were at Sam's house, as to keep their parents from concern.

He watched as Cristoph scrutinized his hand, which had gone invisible on it's own, in confusion. He'd never seen this reaction from a ghost before. Was it possible he didn't know that he was a ghost? Danny followed the man as he moved on, but was quickly distracted as his ghost sense went off and he searched around quickly, not noticing Dr. Pip had the exact same ability, and saw the large, intimidating presence of Skulker enter. The ghost hunter pulled up his wrist and aimed at Danny.

Skulker smirked and said, "Ghost child! I've found you again, and there's no purple mammals to help you this time."

Danny shot a quickly glance around the hunter to see that Dash had left at some point and now Tucker was the only one in hiding, and that Dr. Pip was watching them. Glowing green eyes flickered back to Skulker, "How'd you get back into your exo-skeleton?"

"It doesn't matter," Skulker's smirk grew wider when the weapon attatched to his wrist changed and swapped with another, looking dangerous and ominous, Danny didn't get a good feeling from that weapon.

The weapon started to charge, "Say goodbye, ghost child."

AN: Please leave a review and tell me what you think! I would also love to see some suggestions on where you guys'd like this story to go. I might not use them, but I'd still love to see them.
Serina Kat