Candeh- Finally, eh? Well, I've been preparing this for a while and I hope you find it was all worth the wait since the day after Halloween -- ;;
Anyways, I've decided to get right to it and I'm not gonna answer your questions because I'd like to update as quick as possible.
But, I will acknowledge you all. Alas, (in the memory of Dumbledore) I have not forgotten you.
Thanks to:
xhearts, Dreamer for Lyfe, Danny'sGirlforever, Satoshi, the sleep warrior, carzivi, distant6, Kuki, cheetahs-spirt, midnightgoth, Queen of Spifiness, Summer's Rage, Love Sucks, DannyPhantom's Chick, Riverfox273, auddie, & little voice in your head.
Well, before I start I've been so preoccupied with Harry Potter lately, that I have to admit, I've forgotten about little Danny Phantom. Sorreh, Danny, Rupert is just so fine! But, there is a new Danny episode on the 6th of December, which is a Tuesday...which is weird...but anyways, there is still anew one coming on next week. That's pretty cool right?
Oh, did you guys see the new Harry Potter? I'm so obsessed with the series and Ron, that my P.E teacher calls me 'Ron' now. HAHA...
Well, I guess I can stop obsessing and start:
Chapter 5:
"Oh! It's on?"
"Yup. Were on, Mr. Lancer!" Dash Baxter, holding a home video camera laughed at Mr. Lancer's turned back, a 'Kick Me' sign, in bold black letters. He'd placed it there himself, pretending to congratulate his obvious teacher.
"Oh!" he repeated again, flattening out his tiny black tie.
And the classroom now in front of him snickered loudly in the cameras lens. "Oh hell..." Dash said, looking grim and slapping his face. The camera bobbed, as if the holder had been tapping his face. And he had bee, very impatiently, but it had caught the unprepared teacher's attention.
"Daniel, we are very sorry to hear that you are in the hospital and unable to join us for the past and next few weeks. Truly," He bowed his bald head, the shine catching the sight of the camera's screen, "This little video idea was put together by our own Paulina..."
A wavy haired brunette popped her head in front of the camera and waved, "Hey Danny!"
It wasn't until then when she was pushed back down by an over jealous Dash, who sarcastically rolled his eyes at the teenagers behavior.
"Well," Lancer had smiled at his classes enthusiasm. Though he had never been able to control his fourth period language class. In fact, the fact that Dash himself had volunteered to hold the video camera himself had pleased him so much. It had in fact, made him think he had control. To bad the video had been a set-up, for the teenagers had another plan.
But, the video went on as Mr. Lancer continued, not only straightening out his tie again, but coughing repeatedly, "We all miss you a lot."
"No one to beat after I fail..." Dash muttered quietly.
"We just wanted to say that it's not the same without you and that," There had been quite an odd, long, pause before the nervous faced Lancer straightened out his tie for the last time and continued, the sincere apologetic smile wiping clean from his face, "And give you the homework that you missed for the past week."
And the camera had gone blank, completely black for a flicker of a second, when a perplexed faced Dash, holding the camera towards his face, smiled slyly. The few teenagers had been sitting in a tight, crammed circle in the janitors closet. Dash's smile widened as he looked to his right and his left, the two teenagers snickering loudly, "Hell, that took hours."
"I hope you didn't buy Mr. Lancer's unprepared act."
"He wanted it to seem more like a home movie."
"He wanted to be an actor."
"LANCER? AN ACTOR? Don't kill me here!"
Dash slapped Kwan in the back in the head quickly. Kwan, who shrieked and rubbed his head quietly, with only a couple moans, he shut himself up.
"Besides me having to actually do takes on Lancer, it went alright, but that's not the point. The point is, this stupid video was the only way we could get the school's video camera, Fenton. So, here's the point."
And Danny listened. So well, in fact, that he hadn't noticed Samantha Manson sneak slowly into the hospital room and lean her back on the door frame. She blew a string of black hair out of her eyes and moved her light eyes towards the television screen, catching the teenagers huddled in the dark closet in a circle.
But she watched as Danny, curiously.
"The truth is, Danny." The pretty brunette said, twirling her hair around one finger, "We need you back!" And she smiled, "Really, really badly."
It had been only then when she pulled a prepared and unwrapped bright red lollipop from behind her back and twirled it almost threateningly in her mouth, sliding it slyly over her fat lips.
"EW, disgusting, Paulina!" A second wavy hair teenage girl squealed, yanking the camera from Dash's strong hands, who struggled a little, still perplexed on Paulina's actions.
Even after the stronger Valerie Gray wriggled it out of his palms, he stared, open mouthed, at the seducing Paulina. He only paused to wipe a ounce of drool escaping from his jaw.
"Truth be told, Paulina and the others are right, Danny," She continued, "We need you back, for a lot of reasons, but really–"
"ARG! Stupid Val! Let's get to the chase, Danny." Paulina's seducing expression had disappeared and her face had been replaced by an angry, almost bitter expression. But it had no sooner appeared again as she shook her head and pulled the bright red colored lollipop from her back, "Truth is, Danny," She chuckled, high-pitched like as she firmly tugged the camera out of Valerie's palms. But Valerie hadn't given up to fast. It was only then when Paulina, still trying hard to stick her face in the screen and swaying back and forth from the camera movement, "Come on, Val!" It was only then when she'd tugged it out from her hands and gave it to Dash, who willingly took it due to the re-appearance of the lollipop, "Okay, well the truth is, Danny," she repeated, "That ghost boy doesn't show up anymore now that your gone."
"And I think I'm going nuts!" Dash had said, but he hadn't exactly been talking about the missing Danny Phantom.
"Haha!" Paulina laughed, "We need him back, love."
But Valerie rolled her eyes, "Aside from the fact that my former friend has just made a point, I agree with her, sadly." She scowled at her friend, who still played with the sucker, "I need to have that annoying ghost back. He does always seem to be around when you are. Danny, we need you back. We miss the ghost boy," She said sarcastically, for her fancy did not include the ghost in the slightest bit, "And we miss you."
And the her smile widened and then went out, like a flame, as she turned towards Paulina, heaving slowly, "Paulina! Gosh dammit, quit it! Your making Dash give himself a—"
It was then when an embarrassed Dash flickered off the camera.
The screen flickered along with the camera and the black and white had taken over the screen. The hospital television went blank as the hiding Sam, reached slowly for the remote. She grasped it quietly, flickering it off.
"They want the ghost boy, Tucker! What am I supposed to do?"
"Tucker?" She said, touching her chest, offended a little.
"Oh, um..."
"Sam." She corrected him.
"Oh. Hey."
But Sam slid towards his bed, "What were you saying about the ghost boy?" It was then when she remembered what Danny had muttered to himself after her embarrassing encounter with her aunt.
"Nothing." He lied, and Sam could swear she saw his nose grow.
"You said something..."
"Never mind it." He waved it away quickly. "My sister, Jazz, said she's coming to see me today," he continued, without luck of any change of expression. "In fact," He humored himself, repeating his sisters exact words, "She said exactly, 'Danny,'" And he nervously laughed, tilting his head in a pathetic attempt to continue, "'I'm coming to see you, okay? I need—"
"You to be alone." A new voice boomed through the entire hospital room. It was a female voice, but nobody turned around to see the newcomer, "Entirely alone."
It was Jazz, who had noticed he brother mocking her. And it was only then when Danny blushed, spinning around slowly and greeting his sister, who smiled, as if she were in on the joke.
Jazz was pretty. Very pretty in fact. She had shining red hair that had grown longer than it had been when Sam had examined her portfolio in the hospital (she had been here a couple years ago after breaking her arm from God knows what, in fact, the whole family had seemed mysterious) Her eyes sparkled in the small light of the hospital and her teeth shined. Jazz settled herself in the room as she yanked off a beige sweater coat and tossed it on the tacky chair next to her.
Sam stared blankly at the girl's teeth. Last time she'd seen her, even if she'd been eleven at the time, Jazz had been dressed in full on braces. She had remember the teal brace bands from anywhere. But her new bright teeth disappeared as she laid her two eyes on her hospitalized brother.
Her lips looks cut up, marked from biting. She fumbled with her nubby fingernails, which were no longer long as Sam had last seen her. He eyes had seemed faded, as if they once had been bright with out any worry in the world. But she stood there, staring her brother down as if she knew something, shared something with her brother that know one else knew.
"Oh, Danny!" She squealed, running over to the plain hospital bed, "Oh, I'm so glad your okay!" But her smile faded, "Are you okay?"
"Umm...well, I will be a little once you let me–breathe!" Her brother had mumbled under his breath to grasp some air.
"Oh," She blushed, tripping over her back legs and brushing off her teal skirt.
"You got a new outfit!" Danny exclaimed, smiling.
"Yeah." She said, staring down at the skirt she had, flowing. But he smile faded, "I've had this outfit for weeks, Danny."
It was then when her eyes, even dead before, had died again.
"Are you okay, Danny?"
Sam backed up, catching her breath.
"They want the ghost boy, Tucker! What am I supposed to do?"
"Tucker?" She said, touching her chest, offended a little.
"Oh, um..."
"Sam." She corrected him.
"Oh. Hey."
That's right.
He hadn't remembered.
Jazz, in an utter state of shock, backed into the wall behind her. She grabbed her younger brother's shoulders in despair, "Danny, you bought this for me. On my sixteenth birthday!"
"Your sixteen? What happened to a sweet sixteen party, Jazz? Do you still want one?" Danny had looked confused, he pushed himself up from the hospital mattress.
"I had one, Danny!"
But his face remained blank.
"Remember? Danny, Scott and Annalisa? They were there and Annalisa, she, she was so close to finding out your...you know."
"BUT SHE DIDN'T, DID SHE?" He asked, his bottom lip quivering.
"It was the night that this happened to you, Danny! You don't remember?"She asked, her face in a panic. "You—"But she stopped cold, and as she turned around to face Sam, she swore she'd never seen a face that pale.
Jazz's face had become perfectly white, as if she'd been a ghost herself. Her hair, though it had seemed smooth and glossy only seconds before, became split and dull. "We need to be alone, hun."
"Hun?" Sam said, as if protecting Danny herself. Actually, she'd wanted in on what they were talking about. It has something to do with that Danny Phantom, she'd thought as she placed her hands gingerly on her hips. "I'm fourteen."
"Well, you need to leave, ms. Fourteen."
"I can't." Sam lied. "I'm a nurse in training."
"Nurse in training?"
"Yeah." Simple.
Jazz sighed, "Danny..what do you remember?"
But her brother wasn't the one that answered. Sam, stepping forwards, confidently, shut her eyes quietly, "He can't remember anything from when his accident."
"His accident?" Jazz asked, "She knows?"
"No." Danny shook his head, "I don't think." And he thickly scratched his raven hair.
Sam backed away mildly, "Know one knows. The hospital can't figure out what's wrong with him."
And Jazz spun around on her heels. She seemed to have no trust in the dark girl behind her. "Danny, what did you tell her?"
And her brother's face had crumpled in fear. His sick face reddened and he slid backwards on his bed. The look on his sister's face scared him and the lack of remembering had scared him. He flung his upper torso in front of him, facing the bed sheets. As he lay face down, bending his head towards his legs, stiffed tears mocked the two girls in the room. "I don't know. Jazz, I don't remember."
Sam watched as Jazz bit her lip nervously. She spun around, staring at the young teenager, wavering a finger, "Listen, girlie, Ms. Fourteen, I don't know what or if my brother told you–"
Sam held her hands in front of her face, curving slowly into a hospital cabinet, Danny's muffled cries sounding through the room, "He didn't tell me anything!"
But it was the shifting of her eyes that had doubted Jazz, "DON'T PLAY STUPID! YOU KNOW DANNY IS DANNY PHANTOM!"
The cries stopped.
Utter silence.
"What?" Came the stifled cry from the goth's mouth.
An Jazz, who had started a turn towards her brother's bed, spun around thickly. "And you don't even think of telling anybody th–"
"Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom?" Sam asked, yelling it mildly.
It had seemed a call to Tucker, when he instinctly ran, sliding into the room. "What? Who told you? How do you know?"
"You d-didn't?" Jazz stuttered.
And the scream came. Sam, clutching her face horribly, sprung from her spot leaning on the desk and out the door, leaving the horrified screams from Jazz and the yelling and strong crying of her baby brother.
Candeh- How is that for a memory?
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