HAHA, I be back! You all excited?……okay, I guess not. Well, once again, I'm back with my lame-o stories I pray someone is reading. I found this song that has convinced me that "there is no business, like, show business," and that's crazy. Well, lets go on with the show then!

Disclaimer: I don't own the fantastic Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.
….and I wouldn't have it any other way

Chapter 4
Gonna Be Sick On You

"I know what you're saying, and I'm not going with it!" Danny said to Sam. "I refuse to get therapy from my sister!"

"Oh, come on," said Valerie. "She's conveniently close,"

"And free," Tucker smiled. "But then again, we could have made Sam pay for it anyway."

"Ignoring that," Sam rolled her eyes. "Danny, you have to talk to someone."

"And seeing is that Jazz is a therapist-"

"In training," Danny corrected her. "And lets emphases on the word training,"

"Oh, how bad can she be, Danny?" Sam asked brushing a strand of raven black hair out of her face.

"Very," he mumbled under his breath.

"Well, think of it this way," Valerie smiled as she and Sam head down the hall to the girls locker room. "It's either Jazz or the nightlight."

Danny sighed blew his jet black hair out of his face. He couldn't decide what was worse; Jazz or therapy from Jazz.

Back inside the Casper High gym, a quite brawny women with short red hair blew on her whistle until her cheeks were red and her eyes widened as large as they could be. The students raced up to the wall and stood perfectly still as the women checked her clipboard.

"BAXTER!" she shouted at the students.

"Here," a muscular jock with blond hair and navy blue eyes replied.

"BOIL!"

"Here,"

"BRADLY!"

"Here,"

"MAGNUM!" she said skipping around the names.

"Huh?" a preppy girl with blond hair said looking around. Her Spanish friend sighed and turned her around. "Oh, right! Here, Mrs. Tetslaff!"

"Uh stupid girl," Mrs. Tetslaff sighed. "FENTON….Fenton? alright then, FOLEY….FOLEY!…FENTON AND FOLEY?" she shouted looking around and walked up to Valerie. "GRAY, where are those two boneheads!"

"Um…not here?" she smiled.

"Twenty laps for smart answers, Gray! NOW!"

"Uh, stupid dike," Valerie mumbled heading onto the track inside the gym.

"No mumbling!" Mrs. Tetslaff called to her, "GGRR WHERE ARE THEY?" she roared walking past each student. "If Fenton's with Manson, I'll hang his pelt at the foot of my bed!"

"Um, I'm right here," Sam said raising her hand slightly.

"MANSON! Where's Fenton and Foley?" she squinted her eyes at Sam.

"Uh…" Sam stuttered looking around as she caught Danny and Tucker sneaking in. "Um, right here!" she smiled brightly.

Mrs. Tetslaff turned to Tucker and Danny and then back to Sam. "Twenty laps for another smart answer, Manson! GET TO IT!" Sam groaned and headed onto the track to join Valerie. The gym teacher smiled at her misery and turned to Danny and Tucker.

"FENTON!" she shouted in Danny's face. Danny cringed and wiped her spit off his nose. "You're late! Where were you!"

"Um…would you believe me if I told you I was in the bathroom?" Danny grinned as everyone laughed.

"Would you believe me if I told you Twenty laps?"

"Ooohh…." a few of the freshmen girls snickered.

"Oh, shut up," Danny said to them as he headed onto the track.

"FOLEY!"

"SIR ,YES SIR- shit, I meant ma'am! MA'AM!" Tucker said quickly.

"You just made one big mistake Foley," Mrs. Tetslaff said slowly. "DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY!" Tucker fell to his knees and placed his hands in front of him and started moving them up and down quickly.

"Foley, those are girl push-up!

"So?" Tucker raised his eyebrows. "You never said I couldn't do those,"

"Just for that, give me fifty REAL ones!" Tucker gulped and placed his hands and feet in the correct formation. He started to move his elbows up slowly.

"Uuh…uhh," He struggled. "ONE!" he shouted with all his energy. He could no longer hold himself up and his hand slipped. He then toppled onto his stomach and laid there motionless.

"Disgraceful," Mrs. Tetslaff sighed. "LEE!" she shouted at one of the jocks named Qwan. "STOP PUNCHING BOIL! BOIL, STOP SQUIRMING, THAT ONLY MAKES IT WORSE!"

Danny rolled his eyes and caught up with Valerie and Sam on the track. "She seams more annoyed than usual today,"

"Really?" Sam breathed harder. "I haven't noticed,"

"FENTON, GRAY, MANSON! Pick up the pace! I meant to run twenty laps!"

"Uh, I'll show you running, bitch!" Valerie muttered picking up speed and passing Danny and Sam.

"Well, at least she's getting into gym," Sam smiled.

Danny returned her smile and looked up at the ceiling. In the corner he saw a crow resting on one of the pipes. It was the same one he had seen in his dream. Danny felt a chill run down his spine as it looked down upon him with its beady eyes. The bird and cawed once as it flew through the wall. It was after that he completely blacked out. He couldn't see or hear anything. He tried to move, but nothing. Not even a twitch. He was frozen wherever he was.

"Danny, Danny!" he could hear Sam's voice call.

"Hey check it out, Fenton's become the ultimate spazz!" He heard Dash laugh. Qwan joined his friend.

It was Valerie's turn to say something. "Go screw Paulina, you asshole!"

"That's enough Gray!"

"Danny, wake up," Sam said again. Danny felt himself being shaken and burst his eyes opened and gasped. He was drenched in sweat and was freezing. Everyone was kneeling down beside him. He had fainted.

"Danny, what happened?" Sam asked concerned.

"I-….I fainted?' Danny said unsure of himself.

"Yeah," Tucker smiled. "And then you threw up on my shoes. Which, by the way, was not cool,"

Mrs. Tetslaff sighed. "Uh… Fenton, am I gonna have to excuse you?"

Danny got up slowly. "Well, I don't think-" he stopped and bent down on his knees. His eyes widened as another dose of vomit came up from his mouth- and right onto Tucker's shoes. Other's covered there mouths in disgust will other threw up as well.

Tucker sighed. "Again with the shoes,"

"That is so wrong," Valerie shook her head in disgust.

"That's it, Fenton, you're going to the nurse!"

"I- " Danny started as more vomit spluttered from his mouth onto the ground.

Mrs. Tetslaff shuttered. "They don't pay me enough to do this job,"

"Tetslaff, can we go with him?" Sam asked helping Danny up.

"What do you guys think Fenton is? A get out of gym free card?"

"Yes," Tucker said plainly. Valerie elbowed him.

The gym teacher sighed. "If it will keep Fenton from vomiting everywhere, fine,"

"YES! NO PUSH UPS!" Tucker cried triumphantly (doing his little victory dance) as he followed Sam, Danny, and Valerie out the door.

Mrs. Tetslaff rolled her eyes. "Wait a minute." she stopped dead in her tracks. "Those punks still owe me twenty laps!"

"Okay, WHAT was that about?" Valerie asked as she and Sam dragged Danny to the nurse's office.

"I don't know-" Danny started as his eyes widened again. Tucker covered his mouth with his hand and Danny had no choice but to swallow it. He stuck out his tongue in disgust.

"uhh…" Valerie shuttered. "After this is all over, I'm gonna go throw up,"

"Wow," said Sam. "For a split second, you sounded a lot like Paulina," The four of them starred at each other for while. Then, without warning, burst out into laughter, despite the fact it wasn't all that funny.

"Oh, Paulina, you anorexic bitch," Sam laughed.

"She never seizes to amuse us," Valerie smiled.

"Yeah- uh…." Tucker stopped.

"…What?" Sam turned around.

"N…N...Nu-Nu-Nu, NURSE!" he screamed shrinking into a field position. "GET AWAY!

"Oh, he can't be serious," Valerie said to Sam.

"YOU'RE TRYING TO TAKE ME TO THE NURSE!" Tucker screamed at them.

"Where did you think we were taking Danny? The playground?"

"But- the nurse's office has pointy things. SHARP, POINTY, THINGS!"

"Shame he's the dullest thing in there," Valerie whispered to Sam.

"Well, that's okay, Tuck," Sam smiled. 'You can just wait right here, ALONE,"

"Fine, I will!" Tucker said as Sam and Valerie carried Danny into the nurse's office. "…Guys, HEY GUYS! COME BACK!" Tucker cried walking into the office.

As he entered the office, Valerie leaned against the wall as Sam handed Danny a bucket to vomit in.

The nurse inhaled her cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke. "Alright, doll," she said in her Boston accent. "when did you first start vomitin' on everyone?"

"I-" Danny started as he vomited all over the floor. Valerie covered her mouth while Sam and Tucker did the same.

"Oh, god, why did I leave Boston?" The nurse asked herself. "Uh, tell you what? You just keep puking, I'm gonna go outside and smoke,"

"…You're not really much of a nurse, are you?" Valerie asked plainly. The nurse looked at her as she puffed out another cloud of smoke and walked out the door.

"I'm guessing that's a yes," Tucker said. Danny lunged forward as if to vomit yet again, and Sam took the bucket and put his head in it.

"Okay…any special reason why you're gagging on everyone?" Valerie asked.

Danny stood up and took the bucket off his head. "Hey, it's not my fault! These things…just happen."

"He's right, Val," Tucker said sarcastically. "puking is something very natural, and we really shouldn't discriminate him for it, but we're going to…because you did it, ON-MY SHOE!"

"Okay, first of all, Tuck, you've had those same friggen shoes for three years." Danny started. "If you really wanted to get a new pair, you could have done so by now. They're already screwed up as it is, and it's very disturbing for everyone to look at,"

"They are not screwed up-okay, maybe a bird shit on them, but that was only once!" Tucker debated.

"Twice," Valerie pointed out.

"Whatever, same thing," Tucker said in frustration.

"Not that bird shit isn't fascinating," Sam cut in. "but I think we need to focus on what's going on with Danny,"

"Well, just send him to-"

"I'm not going to Jazz!" Danny said quickly. "I refuse to sink that low!"

"You've puked all over the gym, I don't think it's possible to sink any lower," Valerie commented. Danny sighed and fidgeted with the puke bucket on the ground.

Sam smiled. "Then it's settled! You're going to Jazz,"

"Hey, I never said I wanted to go!" Danny snapped.

"You never said you didn't want to go,"

"Actually, I did. about ten times,"

"Really? Must have missed the subtitles when you were puking," Same said sarcastically. "But it doesn't matter, you're going to Jazz whether you like it or not,"

Danny groaned. He hated Jazz, but was worse, therapy with Jazz. He could already sense the trouble about to happen before it even began.

….wow, how exciting. Yeah, I kinda went a little over board with the barf seen graphics, but, hey, IT NEEDED EMOTION! Ha, now NEW LOST ON RIGHT NOW SO I GOTTA JET! By the way, I'm coming out with a new fanfic in a month or so, so be ready for that.
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