Oky-Doky, here's the first update after R.V.'s trip. He says he's never going on a plane again, which I find very funny. The saturday he left, he had to fly to Cincinatti, then London, and then to Shannon. All in all, he spent 28 solid hours flying and occupying different airport terminals
AND HE LOST HIS CELL PHONE IN IRELAND! Ha Ha Ha!
On with the new chapter!
"Here's some soup," Maddie said as she served them all bowls of warm broth.
"Thanks mom," Danny said as he shut his book.
"The History of History?" Maddie read from the cover of the book Danny had been reading, "What's this about?"
"It's basically a compilation of the history of human civilization," Jazz explained. "And at only five-thousand pages, it's pretty short at that."
"And Danny's reading this?" Maddie asked, amazed.
"Yeah, it turns out he has a little bit of a bookworm in him," Sam laughed as she sipped her soup.
"So you're going to read all of these?" Maddie asked, pointing to the multiple, thigh-high stacks of books. They were all thick, and looked to be on a multitude of subjects.
"Oh, I'm already done with those," Danny shrugged.
"Okay, maybe a bit more than a bit of a bookworm," Jazz commented.
"What?" Danny asked, offended, "I'm bored. No videogames, no martial arts, no action. What do you expect me to do?"
"I'm just surprised that you actually have a studious bent," Jazz commented, "You do have pretty low grades."
"I've been busy!" Danny groaned.
"Busy?" Maddie asked.
"Oh, uh," Danny blinked, he had forgotten about his mother.
"Busy? What have you been doing?" Maddie asked again.
"This is the part where we tell her, right?" Jazz asked.
"Well mom, do you remember that lab accident I had a few months ago?" Danny asked nervously.
"Of course honey, but what does that have to do with this?" Maddie answered.
"Well, when I said I was fine after it, I lied," Danny admitted.
"You lied?" Maddie asked.
Danny sighed and stood up. Willing his ghost powers forward, two rings appeared around Danny Fenton. When they vanished, he was Danny Phantom.
Maddie's jaw dropped, and almost fell off.
"Danny?" Maddie asked weakly.
"Hi mom," Danny smiled sheepishly.
"I'm going to take a nap now," Maddie replied and fell, flat on the bed.
"And I thought we were the sick ones," Sam sighed.
"Crap," Danny cried as he sneezed once again, this time though, as with the few sneezes that preceded this one, green plasma shot out of his hands, and into the wall, leaving scorch marks.
"Nine points," Sam said, without enthusiasm. She sneezed then, and a char bounced up and down. Sam sighed and snapped her fingers. The chair stopped bouncing.
Danny whipped his nose and went back to his book. This was officially day two of the "cold," and it had gone from being an annoyance to damaging property. Now it was triggering random upsurges of their ghost, and faerie sides. Mrs. Fenton had put them under quarantine, even Jack hadn't been allowed to get into Danny's room. After an almost excessively long explanation, Maddie had also decided that she wouldn't put the teens under a series of tests, turn them into science projects, or do anything else to them.
Currenly, with a complete lack of physical activities to occupy their time and no T.V., the three teens had taken to studying even more than yesterday. To say they were bored would be like saying the grand canyon was a hole in the ground.
They were literally going insane.
All pretenses of modesty abandoned, Sam and Jazz sat on the bed, in their underwear, surrounded by books, and slowly moving through them. Danny was in a similar state of dress, leaning with his back against the bed, and perusing through another book.
"We really need to thank Tucker," Jazz said as she sniffled.
"And Rika. She's been helping him run books back and forth," Sam added.
"That means Renamon too." Danny noted. "Have any of you noticed that Rika seems different now that Renamon's back?"
"More commanding? Acting like she's better than everyone else? Cold, domineering attitude?" Sam listed. "From the way she pulls it off, I think this is the way she acts normally. I really do wish they would pick more relevant topics." As she spoke, Sam laid down a book detailing anatomical designs of ancient, mythical creatures.
"I know," Jazz nodded, setting down the book she had just finished. It was the origin of astrological theory. "We really need to pick topic for Lancer's report too."
"Well," Danny considered, setting down Napoleon's biography, "How about history?"
"History is a little vague," Sam said after a moment, stretching her arms and coughing a few times. A bowl of Jello appeared in the room suddenly. The teens blinked.
"Jello?" Jazz asked. Sam shrugged.
"I'm not in control of my teleportation spells, I guess."
"Anyway, what do you mean by history Danny?" Jazz asked.
"In general," Danny explained. "Human history. At least we would have more than enough to write about.
"Human history? Danny, that would take an entire library to research," Jazz pointed our.
"Which we have," Danny countered. "I could do culture. Sam, you could do religion. Jazz, you could do a history of language. Tucker could do Technology. And Rika could do war."
"A series of reports to cover the entirety of human culture," Jazz hummed. "It is an innovative idea, but a massive project. Do you have any idea how long the reports would have to be?"
"At least…one hundred pages?" Danny guessed.
"At the very least," Sam added.
"We have the time," Danny argued.
"Okay, let's call Rika and Tucker and see how they feel," Jazz said, handing the phone to Danny.