Links in the Chain
By Lacey52

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A note: I love using Tucker as an outside reference to the relationship Danny and Sam have…..and yes, this chapter is a journal, Tucker keeps one on his PDA, as noted in the first Desiree episode. Short chapter…and five points if anyone can figure out the pun about the new ghost's name...

Edit! I messed up on a name and now I feel really bad...I wrote Warden instead of Walker and felt oh so dumb...oh well, I fixed it. :)

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Chapter Ten: Misadventures

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Sunday, June 28th:

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Today was crazy, but that's pretty normal for me now. We, the infamous troublesome trio of Amity Park, actually went to the park tonight after a day of sitting around Danny's house and complaining about how bored we all were and how hot it was outside.

Good thing no ghosts have been around lately, Danny would be whining even more if he had to fighting in the heat, and I don't think Sam would put up with it. I can just see it now, one Samantha Manson arrested for murder of her best friend by suffocation under pillow, which she keeps threatening to do. That would be one heck of a head line.

Anyways, the park was pretty fun until we almost got in trouble. We all had flashlights and I made Danny promise that he wouldn't cheat by using his powers. Sam made me promise I wouldn't cheat with anything I had either, which was a shame because I had just got this great pair of night vision goggles. Cost me a fortune, but it was so worth it.

Back on subject though, the game in the park was great. We played flashlight tag for about an hour, just being idiots and tagging each other and then taking off like our lives depended on it. I don't think I've run that much in a long time.

Sam and Danny ended up having one of those moments that almost makes me want to puke from the sweetness of it all. That or lock them in a closet together and find some way to keep Danny from phasing out so they can just get on with admitting they like each other.

I'm actually ready to go for the direct approach and force them into it. Then again, that probably wouldn't work out with how stubborn Sam can be and how weird Danny can get when a situation involves a girl. Which is funny because most of the time he's fine around Sam. Then of course she goes and does something to remind him that she is female and he'll wig out.

We had been playing for about an hour when one of the coolest things happened. The police actually came and tried to round us up. Awesome, huh? We actually ranked high enough on the Amity disturbance list to get a cop car!

I was hiding, or trying to hide, from Danny when I heard a "Gotcha!" and a shout of surprise from Danny and Sam. He had tackled her from behind and they started in on one of their moments. I swear I would have actually left them alone this time if I hadn't seen the cop car pull up.

They looked like they were about to kiss, seriously. Kinda' freaky from my point of view, 'cause I've known them for so long, but oh well. They need to go out and get it over with already.

The cop car pulled up and I hurried to break up the party and get us out of there before we got caught. Sam immediately pushed Danny off of her from their place on the ground when I ran up and I couldn't help it. I smiled and made a smart-ass remark. I am an idiot.

If I hadn't of said anything, they wouldn't have started freaking out on me and acting weird. For once I was the one with the cool head and told them about the cop and about needing to get out of the park, pronto.

Well, we made it out, and here I sit writing at three in the morning. I swear I am the best friend in the world sometimes. Not to mention handsome. And brave. I mean, I did save all our butts.

But that's all for now, 'cause this man needs some serious sleep. Tucker out

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Monday, June 29th:

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Dude, okay…

I don't say this often but today was some seriously messed up shit.

Okay, there I got it out of my system, but seriously. I mean, a ghost who attacks with spray paint? Where do they get their crazy personas? Does death drive people insane, or are their personalities affected by their lives?

I guess that would make the most sense. Poindexter was bullied in life so he protects in death. Ember probably died during a concert or something. Walker was probably a cop or a, well, warden.

What's Danny going to be, though, is my question. Super-hero in life, super-hero in death? Though technically he already is, so that theory doesn't really work out too well.

We were walking down to the Nasty Burger, minding our own business like always, and then came Danny's ghost sense, blue mist thingy. Weird.

Anyhow, we turn to look into one of the alleyways we were walking past and there's this ghost, in broad daylight painting the side of a building.

Now, I don't have a problem with graffiti artists so long as they aren't being idiots about it, ya' know, tagging and marking their territory and writing stupid things. Some of the work they do is luscious. Awesome to look at.

This guy, uh, ghost was one of those artists. He was amazing, but all he was doing was writing his name, Huey. On every surface. Which just so happened to include Danny when he went ghost and flew up to talk to him.

Danny wasn't amused, but Sam and I got a kick out of it. The stupid ghost thought we were laughing at his artwork though and started to attack us. Thank God for ectoplasm shields, else wise me and Sam would have needed a change of clothes and a good scrub down.

After about two minutes of Danny and Huey throwing paint and punches and coloring the entire alley, Sam was apparently getting bored as she walked right up to the ghost with a spray paint can in hand.

How she gets the nerve to do some of the things she does I shall never know…now if only she could apply this to her situation with Danny. That would definitely make their 'relationship' (which is adamantly ignored by those two) progress.

Off topic again, but Sam walked up to this ghost and Danny was all going crazy and yelled at her to get away, when the ghost just looks at her and the paint can in her hand.

She said something all witty, I can't remember it though, and he laughed and told her that he just wanted to paint. Danny floated down beside Sam and the ghost moved about a step closer. Don't know if Sam noticed it or not, but Danny's hands definitely started glowing green when Huey got closer than Danny thought he should.

Can anyone say territorial?

So, the ghost starts talking to them and I walk up closer and we all work out what the real problem was. Like Huey said, he just wanted to paint, and in life he had done a lot of graffiti work.

Sam suggested that instead of just tagging things he do actual works, like wall murals and stuff like that, all over the city. There were lots of walls to paint on, and, if the work was good, people usually didn't mind having drawings on the sidewalls of their businesses.

Huey wasn't convinced until I chimed in that it would be a challenge. It would be harder to do actual artwork than just detailing his name, and it would be like a game to figure out what people would keep on their walls. He agreed then and cleaned up the alleyway peacefully with our help. Nice guy really…

See? This was one messed up day. We never get ghosts to agree with us and they never want to actually talk. Usually it's, 'Take over the world' this or 'Destroy you' that. Sam had a great idea, but something about what happened afterwards was odd, and definitely got recorded in my Sam and Danny file.

Danny had this little smirk on his face as we started to walk away, like he was all proud of Sam, but he was beside me and Sam was too far behind us to have seen it. Then she busts out a line like, "Proud of me, huh?" and Danny gets all flustered and just nods and we get to the Nasty Burger.

It was just weird. How did she know… I mean, I know how she knew, but it was just weird. It was probably just a coincidence because it's way too soon into this re-development of their mental link to have started feeling each others, well, feelings so clearly again.

I dunno', the rest of the day was cool though. We just hung out at the arcade and actually got Sam to play a couple of games with us. She ain't the best, but she definitely ain't the worst. Must be all the times she's watched us play.

After that we went back to Danny's house and had dinner with him and his family. That's always fun. You never know when the food is gonna' get up and dance for you…or try to eat you before you eat it.

But yeah, I'm tired and all out of words. Tucker out

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Tuesday 30th:

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So, today was fun. Not.

I swear, the Fenton's are made to forget dates. Well, the guys in the family always forget important dates, like all the times that Mr. Fenton forgothis anniversary. Birthdays are just another casualty to their brain's lack of memory.

Danny and Sam met up with me at the mall for a day of eating junk food and poking around all the weird little stores that had recently cropped up, but for some reason Danny was getting really fidgety. He kept saying he felt like he forgot something.

Sure enough, he forgot something alright.

We spotted Jazz at about 2 this afternoon heading into one of the little gift stores and when she came back out we caught up with her. Danny asked what she had gotten and her reply had him nearly phasing through the floor in shock and worry.

It was a birthday present for their mom.

Needless to say Danny immediately started rushing around trying to find a present for his mom, giving us a "Sorry guys, I really need to get this!" before taking off and leaving us to figure out what to do with ourselves.

Sam bet me a twenty that he wouldn't find anything. I knew better than to bet against her, but I couldn't just pass up the chance at a free twenty. She won…lucky.

By about six that evening Sam and I had migrated to the Nasty Burger, where Danny found us. He was in a pretty bad way, as in, he totally lacked in the present department.

After I handed my last twenty over to Sam, she told me to get on the net and look up a gift site. I did and while Danny was bemoaning his fate and his forgetfulness we found the perfect present for Mrs. Fenton. Sam whipped out her handy phone and ordered it to be delivered to the Fenton household at 8 when the party was going to be held.

Thank God we had talked to Jazz longer than Danny had and found out what time the party was going to be at.

I swear, and I know I've said it before, but I have got to be the absolute best friend that a person can have. With maybe the minor exception of Sam sometimes…and Danny when he actually has his head on straight.

The party was great and the present was delivered in the nick of time, saving Danny from having to give his mom some lame last minute thing he had picked up while we dragged him home.

His face was totally priceless. Sam snapped a picture for the yearbook and I got one for my collection of weird pictures of my friends. I love that collection.

Well, I've got a big day tomorrow and for the next couple of days. The whole town's getting ready for the Fourth of July. I just hope our trio can keep out of more trouble until after it's all over with. I'm too young to feel this old. I mean really, I'm about to go to bed and it's only one.

There's gotta' be something wrong with me, lol. Tucker out

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Reminder to self: Danny promised to take us out for ice cream tomorrow for saving his butt, and said we could get whatever we want. I'm gonna' make him regret that.

I'm out, yo.