I'm back with chapter five, yay!

The new episode, The Fenton Menace is only helping this story! It just goes to show that Danny was really evil to his older sister—especially to her stuffed animals. Ha ha, loved it much. It's one of my new favorites. And I'd really like to hear what you guys think too. What are your top 5 favorite episodes (NOT MOVIES)?

Here are mine in order!

1. My Brother's Keeper

2. The Fenton Menace

3. Fanning the Flames

4. Control Freaks

5. Identity Crisis

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Oh, and the reason I didn't update this one a while back was because 1) I still hadn't finished this chapter because it's so long and 2) because I didn't want to put it up at the same time I put up chapter seven of Sunshine Circle because that chapter also had a dodgeball scene in it. But mainly number one.

Chapter Five

"One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, one, two," the grade school gym teacher walked between us, counting all of us. The numbers represented the different teams they were on.

I was on Danny's team and glad for it. Of course, we'd set it up on purpose. We had stood in different places in line so that way we would be on the same team together. And it had actually worked.

Danny took my hand and led me towards the end of the gym. He was jumping up and down excitedly and I was watching.

"So what exactly is dodge ball?" I asked.

He smacked his forehead. "It's only like the best game in the world, duh."

"What do you do?"
"They have these little balls everywhere," he said. "You pick it up and throw one at people. If it hits them, they have to go sit down. If they catch it, you're out."

"Okay," I said, taking this in easily.

"The team with the least members on their team loses," he said.

"You're starting to sound fairly intelligent," I said.

He blinked. "What does intelligent mean?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Never mind Danny, just never mind." Danny was actually really smart; he just didn't have much common sense. That or he just liked to drive me crazy. And I would guess the second one.

"Tucker has the rules on his organzizer because he thinks he'll forget them. They're so easy. He just likes to play with it."

"Isn't it…organizer?" I asked.

"Whatever," he said.

The teacher blew his whistle and it was like Danny was wearing a shock collar. He suddenly jumped up, springing to life and I watched him zoom past me towards the center of the gym where there was a bunch of fairly small balls set up in a line. He was the first one to get there, and using both feet, he did this little dance, shoving as many of the balls as he could back behind him. Our teammates went wild, grabbing them in their arms.

The other team quickly targeted him, but Danny didn't even seem phased by it. He ducked underneath one and threw one hard, hitting a fairly large boy on the other team that had brown hair. Our team cheered and the kid sat down on the bleachers.

Danny grabbed a few more, then headed back to me. The balls flew off in every direction, hitting all around him, but never him. He wasn't even paying attention.

"Wow," was all I could say.

"What?" he asked, handing me a ball. "Here, keep this in front of you, that way if any of them try to hit you, you can block it in case you don't catch it."

"Okay," I said. "By the way, you rock."

He grinned. "I know."

I laughed. "You're just really weird."

"I know." He stopped, holding out one hand and caught a ball that would have hit me. Especially since I hadn't been paying attention.

"Thanks," I said, swallowing.

"No probs. Watch this." Danny jetted off again and just when people weren't expecting him, he threw two balls at once, hitting both another brown haired boy and a black haired boy at the same time. It was then that I noticed something, as five seconds later, a blonde haired boy sat down. Danny didn't hit girls.

I laughed along with several others as he dove onto the ground and slid several inches on the gym floor on his side, dodging quite a few balls and still not managing to get hit. He got to his feet immediately and hit someone else, yet another boy.

He then trotted back to me, narrowly missing getting hit, but still remained untouchable. I decided to ask him.

"Why don't you hit any girls?"

He blinked several times. "I don't hit girls. It's mean."

"You hit Jazz," I pointed out.

He rolled his eyes. "Jazz is a twit."

"And she's your sister," I added.

"She was dropped off by aliens," he told me.

I laughed and then gasped. Suddenly, he took my hands and pulled me down to the ground. The ball that I'd seen flying towards us flew over our heads. I stared at Danny.

"Do you have eyes in the back of your head?"

He felt the back of his head like he thought I was serious and turned around. "Do I really?"

"Danny, it was a joke," I told him.

"That would be so cool," he said. "I have green eyes…in the back of my head." He laughed insanely and I just stared, smacking my forehead.

By now, there weren't many people on the other side. Except for two people. One was a girl, the other was a blonde haired boy that I knew was Dash Baxter.

"So now that you've won, do you just let them take care of the others?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "Nope. You always wait for their team to make the next move. Most of the time, you can catch the ball they throw. If you throw one at them, they can catch it and get more members. Nope, you always wait for them."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to clearly figure out that Danny was really good at this game. In a way, it was kind of funny.

In my distraction, something smashed into me hard and I stumbled backwards, dropping the ball that I had in my hands.

Danny gasped and I watched his blue eyes narrow as he spun around and saw that it was Dash that had hit me.

"You…don't…hit…girls!" he shouted. In the next second, he had a ball in his hands and had launched it as fast as he could towards Dash. It flew at a very fast speed and hard towards the boy hitting him—

"Oh!" I said, turning my face away as Dash fell to the ground.

Danny did the strangest thing and started laughing. I looked at him once and wasn't able to do it and started laughing too.

"Fenton!"

A ball came towards us again but Danny merely caught it in his hands. The funny part was, he was still laughing as he did it.

The teacher blew the whistle. "Alright, good game. The Chargers win! Go ahead and get dressed again!" Danny waved to me, throwing a fist in the air, shouting, "Yes!" very loud, and then ran into the boys locker rooms.

I went with the other girls in my class and watched as the teacher leaned over Dash, who was still crouched down on the floor (he looked like he was crying). "Are you alright son?" Dash nodded. "I like how you played that game, very nice. How would you like to play junior football….?"

I headed into the gym locker rooms.

By the time I had finished telling my side of the story, Tucker was in hysterical laughter. He closed the door to my house and we began the long walk back to Danny's house.

"Oh my gosh, Danny. And you seriously wonder why Dash has it in for you now?" he asked.

"Well, I thought that had something to do with it," he said.

"And all because you were protecting your little girlfriend," Tucker said.

"I was protecting—what?"

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, what? You two were obviously made for each other then, and it's the same now," he told us. Danny and I exchanged glances and I shook my head.

"Whatever," we said at the same time.

"So what happened next?"

"I became Dash's punching bag for the next five years…"

"I'm going to get a drink, but I'll be right back," I told him after school.

Danny put his books back in his locker. "Okies. Do you want to come over to my house?"

"Yeah," I said excitedly. "But I have to call my granma first."

"Okies," he said again.

I quickly walked over to the drinking fountain and got a drink, and then stopped upon hearing voices. Jumping, I looked over to see Dash hovering over Danny.

"Hey Fentino, guess who just got signed up for the football team?" Dash asked.

"Uh…you?" Danny asked.

"Exactly. Which means," he said, suddenly shoving Danny into his locker and slamming the door hard. "You're in for a lot of payback."

He was then joined by several other boys and they began laughing, walking away and leaving him there. I waited until they were far away before rushing towards his locker as soon as I could.

"Danny, are you okay?" I asked, opening his locker up. He must have been trying to get out by leaning up against it because he fell forwards onto the floor as soon as I opened it.

He laughed, looking up at me with wide blue eyes. "I always wondered if I could fit in one of those. Yay!"

"Are you okay?" I asked, wondering if he was crazy.

"Yep, I'm fine. That was new," he said.

"Why did he do that?" I asked, unable to see Dash and the other bullies anymore.

"I don't know. That was fun!"

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeps," he said.

"Okay…" I held out my hand and helped him up. "What are we going to do at your house tonight?"
"Don't know. Want to steal my sister's unicorns?" he asked.

I laughed. "Sure."

"Jesus. Nine years old and he's picking on you already," Tucker said. "He didn't start in on me until high school. And you just laughed about it?"

"Well, it didn't really hurt until high school," Danny admitted. "But I'm used to it by now."

"What happened next?"

"Wasn't that when all three of us walked home after school?" I asked, suddenly remembering something. "And that's when--"

Danny suddenly set his hand over my mouth. "Nothing happened at all."

"What happened?" Tucker asked mischievously, watching him.

"Nothing," he said again. Clearly he remembered what happened as well, otherwise, he wouldn't do this. I licked his hand and he pulled away, automatically wiping his hand on his jeans. I laughed.

"What happened? Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Tucker said, bouncing up and down like a little kid.

"Danny came up with his battle cry," I blurted.

"What?"

"Come on Danny, tell Tucker how you came up with 'goin ghost," I insisted. By this time, Danny had gone a very bright shade of red.

"Dude, seriously…I thought you came up with it on your own," Tucker said.

"I did," Danny muttered. "But…no."

"If you don't tell him I will," I said. I was laughing so hard, just thinking about the memory.

"God, no," he said. I had never seen him blush so much in my entire life. It was kind of funny to torture him like that.

"Please?" I asked, sticking out my lip. He looked at me and swallowed. I secretly knew Danny couldn't resist that face.

"Fine, but you tell him. I would rather not admit to it," he said.

"Okay. Remember that day after school we were walking over to Danny's house? Well, that was the day he came up with his name and his battle cry….."

"Are you always playing with that thing?" I asked Tucker as he joined us on the sidewalk. We each were going over to Danny's house. He had his head buried in his organizer again.

"Yep," Danny said. "I told you his organzizer has everything."
"It's organizer," both Tucker and I said at the same time.

"Whatever," Danny said, shrugging.

"I'm playing a game right now," Tucker said.

"Which one?"

"Tetris," he said.

"What's tetrees?" Danny asked, saying it wrong.

"You've never heard of Tetris?" I asked him. "One of these days you're going to know everything we know."

"That's kind of scary," he said, staring between us.

"You know what's scary?" I asked. "Tucker always plays with his PDA. It's like he's possessed by some sort of ghost." I knew Danny would fall for it every step of the way.

"Really?" Danny asked. Tucker wasn't paying attention, which was a good thing.

"Yeah. His PDA is how he talks to his minions," I said in a low whisper.

"Cool," Danny said loudly.

"But shush," I said, putting a finger over my lips. "You can't know that he's an alien ghost."

"I wanna go ghost too," Danny said. He stopped for a minute and grinned crookedly. "I'm going ghost!"

By this time, Tucker looked up. "What?"

Danny saluted to him. "My leader," he said, bowing.

Tucker stared at him. "Okay…"

I couldn't help but laugh. I felt tears come out of my eyes I was laughing so hard. How Danny could be so gullible was anyone's question, but I had to love him.

Danny laughed too. "That is so cool. I'm going ghost."

"That's lame," Tucker said.

"No it's not," Danny argued.

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Okay, okay, do whatever you want," Tucker said. We stepped into Danny's house. Maddie opened the door for us, seeing us come up onto the porch.

"Hey kids," she said. "Can you stay in the kitchen for a while? Danny's daddy is cleaning the front room." I did smell some kind of cleaner.

"Okay," Danny and Tucker said at the same time.

"Do you guys want a snack?" We followed Danny's mom into the kitchen. Jazz was also there as well, mixing cookie batter on the table. She stuck her tongue out at Danny and he did the same in retaliation. "I've got some graham crackers."

"Sure," we all said at once. I sat in between Danny and Tucker at the table. Jazz looked over at her mom.

"How many teaspoons of oil mommy?" she asked.

I saw Danny reach into the bowl that she was mixing and swipe some chocolate. Jazz turned back just to see him pull away and shove his finger into his mouth quickly.

"Mom, Danny stole my cookie dough," she said.

"I did not. See?" He held up his clean finger and smiled innocently.

"Did too," Jazz said.

"Daniel…"

"Sorry," he muttered, making a face. He quickly found something to preoccupy himself and looked closer at the center of the table. Following his gaze, I saw a silver and black box that looked like a small computer keyboard.

"Hey, what's this?" he asked. He reached over to it, extending his arm curiously towards a small green wire in the center of the box. Maddie had her back turned.

"What dear?" she asked.

As soon as his finger touched the wire, there was an electric shock that made Danny's black hair stand straight up for a second. He pulled his hand away automatically.

Jazz and Maddie gasped and she rushed over to her son, feeling his forehead. "Danny, are you alright?"

He laughed. "That was fun." He made a staticky noise and pretended to do it again.

"Sweetheart, you can't touch that," she said, figuring out that he was obviously okay. "It's an ectoplasmic residue sampler." Jazz rolled her eyes at this statement. "We've been having problems with it lately and if you're not careful, you become an ectoplasm carrier."

"What?" both Tucker and Danny asked at the same time.

"It means that he'll be a ghost," Jazz said. She muttered, "stupid boys," to herself, stirring the brownie batter.

"Cool," Danny said.

"No, not cool. Ghosts are evil, dear," Maddie said. "We don't want you to have any kind of ghost energy in you. Don't touch it please." She turned around again.

Danny put his hair back to normal and Jazz leaned over and whispered into his ear, but loud enough so that I could hear it.

"Touch it again, I dare you. You'll become a ghost," she said.

Danny looked at me and I shook my head, a) not wanting him to get in trouble with his mother and b)—

"Jazmine, don't torment your brother," Maddie said.

"I think that would be cool if I were a ghost," he stated, sighing and not giving in to his sister.

"Of course you would because you're stupid. You'd probably go running around shooting at people, calling yourself Danny Phantom or something else moronic. What kind of idiot would really do that?"

"Oh my god," Tucker said, glancing over at Danny. "What kind of idiot would really do that Danny?"

"I didn't remember that part," he said. I had truly never seen him blush that crazily in my life.

"I told you she gave you your name," he pointed out. "I remembered that. Just not as in detail."

"That was hilarious," I said.

"Yeah, it was."

"So what happened then?"

"The next four hours went by in a blur…but it was the scariest thing ever. It was the first time that I ever saw the Ghost Zone," I said.

"What?" Tucker asked.

"My dad's little living room project had a few consequences…." Danny said.

Yes, yes, major cliffhanger in a way.

This chapter took references from Bitter Reunions (when Danny said, "Give it your best shot guys, I'm a wiz a dodge ball," to the vultures) Maternal Instincts and Reign Storm (the ending and the next chapter)

Please R&R! Here's your sneak peek!

Chapter Six:

"I call it the Fenton Transporter," Jack said happily.

"What does it do?" Maddie asked, raising an eyebrow.

I edged over to Danny, who looked really excited, staring at the invention, his eyes wide. "It looks like one of those time machines," I said.

"Yeah, isn't that cool?"

"No, it's not, it's stupid," Jazz muttered.

"I wish Tucker could see this," Danny said.

"Oh, too bad," Jazz said sarcastically, whacking him with her flyswatter. He kicked the back of her knee and she fell forwards onto the carpet.

"Oops," was all he said.

Lateraina Wolf