"Hey Fenton!" Dash Baxter yelled across the schoolyard.
Danny sighed. Some people never learned. This was Dash's first day back and he was out for revenge. It was only Monday! For crying out loud! Danny had actually been looking forward to school for the first time in a long time. Everyone was staying far away from him, Sam, and Tucker. That was the way he liked it. Whether it was out of fear or respect, it didn't really matter.
He had also been wearing variants of the outfit that Sam and Jazz had bought him. Evidently, now he was one of the 'good' bad boys. Some kind of school folk hero for standing up to the jocks.
"So Dash? What is it?" Danny asked in a bored fashion. Jazz smiled slightly. He had really been paying attention when she had taught him all about confidence.
"Fenton, I'm going to make you pay for that lucky hit," Dash said, waving his left arm. The right arm was still in a cast.
"Dash. You do not want to do this," Danny said tiredly, but standing up in a confrontational manner.
Dash suddenly smirked. "You know what? You're right. I don't want to take it out on you. Maybe I should take our my aggressions on your Goth bitch over there. Or maybe your book worm sister over there. I bet one of them is worth at least half a'…"
Dash didn't get to finish his sentence, because Danny hauled back and punched him straight in the jaw. Dash was out cold on the ground before he knew it.
"Danny, you understand that I do had to call your parents, right. That was unavoidable," Mr. Lancer clarified as the younger Fenton sat before him.
"It's okay Mr. Lancer, I don't blame you," Danny sighed.
"Yeah," Jazz put in. "It's not your fault, or Danny's. It's Dash's."
"And I got it all on tape," Tucker added, waving his P.D.A. in full view.
"Way to go Tucker," Sam congratulated.
"No big," Tucker shrugged.
It was at that moment that the Fenton parents burst in the door. "We're here Mr. Lancer. What happened? I assure you they'll be punished as soon as we get home."
"Calm down Mr. Fenton," Lancer said severely.
"Sorry Mr. Lancer," Maddie apologized, fixing the office door.
"Quite all right Mrs. Fenton. It seems that Daniel here knocked out Dash Baxter after he made some…remarks, threatened him, Ms. Manson, and his sister. Mr. Baxter is still unconscious in the nurse's office."
"Danny!" Mrs. Fenton yelled. "I can't believe you would resort to violence!"
Danny's eye twitched. "So what you're saying is that I should have been an adult like you or dad and handled the problem in a mature manner?"
"Exactly," Jack answered.
"You are aware that you and mom have used more high explosives, volatile tech, and laser weaponry than most movies now-a-days, and with half the self restraint?" Jazz asked, sarcasm dripping from each word.
Jack and Maddie's jaws dropped. Jazz was coming to defend Danny when he had obviously done something wrong! This was a first.
"Besides, unlike most of your ghost bombing runs," Sam said. "No offence meant, but Danny was really provoked into violence."
"I'll say. You should hear some of the things he said," Tucker added. Sam elbowed him since he had obviously forgotten he had the conversation on tape. "Oh, right."
The three adult's eyebrows shot up as they listened. It was definitely cause for alarm.
"Mr. Foley, may I have a copy of that?" Mr. Lancer asked coolly and took the Minidisk that was offered to him a moment later.
"Now Danny, your father and I would like to know what's been happening to you lately. Your grades have been dropping off, you've been out late at night and missed your curfew more time than I can count. We need to know." Maddie said seriously as Danny sat on their sofa. She had had to usher Jazz upstairs quite forcefully before she would leave. Sam and Tucker were still waiting on the doorstep, though.
"I would ask you to trust me, but you obviously don't," Danny sighed.
"We do Danny, but…this is a little too much." Jack said.
"I can vouch for him," Jazz said from the top of the stairs.
"Jazz! What did I say? No, actually, come down here too. You've been out a lot too lately. I want to know what's going on in this house," Maddie demanded.
"What's going on?" A rebellious voice asked from nowhere. "I'll tell you what's going on! Revenge!" Danny nearly groaned as Johnny Thirteen came flying through a wall. If the whole parent situation wasn't bad enough…
"You!" Jack yelled, "You're a ghost?"
"Duh, old man," Johnny laughed. "Shadow, go!"
"I think this is where you freeze," another new voice said as Sam's magical form phased into the visible spectrum. She had two fingers pressed to her lips and blew…
Johnny was completely encased in ice in under a second, with his shadow.
"Another ghost!" Jack yelled.
"Nope. I'm a faerie. You can call me Dust," Sam, or Dust said smiling and flitted out through one of the walls before the ghost hunters could take aim.
"Darn. Kids, go to your rooms, we'll be back later," Maddie said as they took off through the door. Tucker and Sam were waiting outside.
"She went that way," Sam provided.
"We've got a runner," Jack yelled and took off, Maddie in hot pursuit.