Danny Phantom and all related characters are owned by Butch Hartman and Billionfold Inc.
Baby Face
Chapter 2: Adjusting
This story is dedicated to my baby cousin Abbey, in all her cuteness.
Danny sat on the counter, kicking his feet back and forth as he listened to Sam on the phone.
"Tucker, come on… Stop laughing! … Just find the clothes and get over here!" Sam slammed down the phone and rubbed her temples carefully.
"When he gets over here I'm going to kill him," she commented tiredly.
"He was that bad?"
"Worse," Sam said, turning to her friend. Danny was still in his t-shirt, his dirty feet moving restlessly.
"How's your knee?"
"Fine," Danny lied, letting his legs hang still.
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"I can see the blood through your shirt," Sam pointed out, pulling said shirt up above his injured knee.
A nickel-sized piece of skin was missing from Danny's knee. Of course, with all the smeared blood it looked far worse than it really was.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Sam said, lifting him off the counter.
"I'll clean it up." Danny said as Sam placed him on the ground. He wasn't exactly a fan of being carried. "I just need some peroxide."
"Go wash the blood off in the bathroom and come back. I'll handle the disinfectant and Band-Aids."
"I'm not two. I can do this on my own."
"Your mind isn't two, Danny, but your body is. I'll handle the tricky coordination stuff."
Danny grumbled, but nodded. With one hand on the cabinets he worked his way over to the wall and used it to guide him around the corner. Inside at least the floor was level, and the carpet didn't hurt his feet.
Sam shook her head and leaned against the counter for a breather. Yeah, it had to be humiliating to be trapped in a two-year-old body, but that didn't mean Danny had to be so… standoffish. He kept trying to do everything on his own even if he couldn't: like opening the door when the lock was above his reach, or walking down the driveway when he could barely stand on the grass. Yeah, her motherly instincts were kicking in a bit, but still….
A knock on the front door drew Sam's attention and she went to investigate.
It was Tucker, panting from exhaustion as he had run the whole way.
"I just… had…. to see….this…" he panted as Sam let him in.
"Yeah," Sam commented, sarcasm dripping from her words, "I'm sure you'll be a ton of help."
Tucker laughed, working his way over to one of the kitchen stools and collapsing across it.
"Do you have the clothes?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Tucker answered, tossing a plastic bag to Sam. "I can't believe my mom still had… all this stuff."
"Most moms tend to hold on to it." Sam said, pulling out the contents. Inside were a pair of overalls, three t-shirts, and a pair of green shorts that might almost fit Danny. The rest seemed way too big.
"I said 'two' Tuck, not five."
"I was a big kid. All the stuff in the box marked 'Two' is in there."
"Your mom actually separated by age?"
"Yeah. She's weird that way." Tucker said.
"Tucker?" asked a young voice from the next room. Danny poked his head around the wall to stare at his other best friend.
Tucker fought back laughs. "Is that really you Danny?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Danny said, carefully making his way to the table. His hair was soaked, as was much of his t-shirt. At least, what could be seen of his t-shirt from under the towel.
"What happened?" Sam asked, trying to hide her smile. He was just too cute!
"Had trouble turning the water off…" he mumbled.
Tucker laughed, and even Sam let loose a grin before turning to find the Band Aids.
"Clothes?" Danny asked, an irritated tone to his voice.
"In a minute," Sam said, as she set the Band-Aids and peroxide on the counter. "We'll deal with your knee first."
Danny walked around the counter and grudgingly let Sam lift him to his previous perch. Sam peeled back the towel and t-shirt and went to work.
"So… how did this happen again?" asked Tucker.
"Ember hit me with some new sound wave that she bragged was her 'new song' and the next thing I knew—ow!" Danny said, jerking away from Sam.
Tucker heard the familiar fizz of hydrogen peroxide and winced sympathetically.
"Sorry," Sam murmured, wiping the remnants away with a wet washcloth and turning to the box of Band-Aids.
"The next thing I knew I looked like this," Danny finished.
"Dude, you thought Dash picked on you a lot before…"
"He won't get a chance. We have three days to figure this out before school starts back up."
"What about your parents?" asked Sam, throwing the Band-Aid wrappers in the trash.
"For tonight, we're all staying over to Sam's house for a big three-day-weekend bash; after we call Jazz over to help us finish our weekend homework."
"Nice."
"Well, I had to think about something while I was stumbling home." Danny commented, leaping carefully to the floor. "What do I have for clothing choices?"
"Other than soaking wet shirt we have: jean overalls, neon green shorts, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tee, Power Rangers tee, and… My Little Pony?" Sam looked over at Tucker, confused.
"So I had a girly phase… Big deal."
"Turtles and shorts it is," Danny said, coming slowly around the counter. Tucker handed him the clothes and Danny went off to change.
"Hey Sam," he called over his shoulder, "Wanna call Jazz and get her over here?"
"I guess," Sam commented, picking up the phone again.
AN: Okay, I can't resist picking on Tucker; he's just so easy to pick on. I'm also having tons of fun with little Danny and the whole adjusting to being two feet tall. Jazz will be in the next chapter, though no major villains yet. I'm having too much fun! Enjoy the lightness while it lasts, folks. This isn't going to be a happy story forever. Also… Death Fox of Chocolate is the best! Congratulations my first and, as of yet only, reviewer. Have a cookie!
Thanks for Reading!
K.G.
Disclaimer 2: I do not own the Power Rangers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, or My Little Pony. They're just some of the franchises that were around when I was little and seem to be carrying on through to today's generation. Besides, who doesn't love the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers and the TMNT?