Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I wish I owned Danny Phantom.
But my wish hasn't come true.
HA, who said I couldn't write original poetry? Take that, stupid teachers…
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Lost Emotions
Chapter 4: Redheaded Acquaintance
Delete.
'No.'
Delete!
'No!'
"Argh, I can delete it, if I want to!" Sam moved the mouse to the delete button, as she thought of erasing the conspicuous e-mail from Tucker. As soon as she had seen it, she was tempted to read it. And maybe she should.
Then again, maybe she should just stop herself from wasting time, and just delete it. She was leaning towards the latter, but her stupid conscious wouldn't let her erase it. Something about giving Danny and Tucker a chance to explain themselves, and being fair. What a load of—
But…that was fair, wasn't it?
That was the right thing to do, wasn't it?
She sighed long and hard. Sam didn't feel like thinking about what was right and what was wrong right now. She should have given the guys a chance to explain themselves, at least to, you know.
She should have given herself a chance to forgive and forget.
But, noooo! She had to be hardheaded. She had to play the part of 'Miss Friggin Goody Two- Shoes' and defend some kid. She had to get all steamed up about it and avoid Danny until he apologized. She couldn't control herself; much less stop herself from doing the right thing.
Defending Jimmy was the right thing to do, wasn't it?
Well, she couldn't take it back now, even if she wanted to.
She sighed again, but this time it was to calm down the throbbing in her head. Oh great, she was getting a headache.
Lovely.
And all because she had decided, just now, to think about her actions.
Prior to this, Jimmy had kept her mind busy the whole afternoon. He had walked her home from Nasty Burger, which was nice. But as soon as she was alone in her room, her mind went to thinking about Danny and Tucker. Nothing compared to friends like them, yet she wouldn't forgive them when they were being mean to somebody else.
Oh yeah, she makes a lot of sense.
Well, she wasn't alone with Jimmy on their walk home. Somebody had decided to talk the whole way. Want to know who had decided to pay Sam a visit?
Her friggin' conscious, that's who. Or at least she assumed it was her conscious.
It had nagged her, and nagged her, without mercy, that something was wrong. And you know what the pain in the ass was? That the stupid voice wouldn't tell her what was wrong. All it said was 'Something's wrong, something's wrong…' like an irritating mantra.
Stupid, stupid sixth sense/conscious thing.
She couldn't just ignore it either, because it wouldn't leave her alone. No matter how many times she tried to ignore that annoying voice, it would just come back louder than before.
And here it was again, rearing its ugly head. 'Read it!'
Sam's left eye twitched in annoyance.
"Alright! I'll read the stupid e-mail! Just. Get. Out. Of. My. Head." Her voice was strained and forced to a whisper. She kept applying pressure on her temples with her fingertips, hoping to stop the painfully slow throb in her head.
"Sam? Are you O.k.?" her grandma asked, opening the door to Sam's black room. Her grandma's eyes stared at the teen goth curiously.
"Grandma, I'm fine," she responded, moving in a position where her grandmother wouldn't see her rolling her eyes.
Despite Sam's rebellious attitude towards…well, practically everything, she was respectful when it came to her grandmother. Her grandma, unlike her parents, accepted her for who Sam really was. And never tried to change her into the prep queen of all that's sugar, spice, and everything nice.
"Alright, then what's all that shouting for?" her grandma asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Nothing." Realizing then, that there was no point in lying, she muttered, "Grandma, can I ask you a question?" Sam's voice softened whenever she spoke to her grandma, out of respect and concern.
"Of course you can, dear." A small smile graced the wrinkled face of the woman.
"What do you call that voice that tells you something's wrong? Like a feeling sometimes that's too strong to be paranoia. You know, it's a feeling sometimes, and it's strong. Something like a…like a…hunch, except you know it's more than that."
"Like a premonition, a sixth sense…a gut feeling?" her grandma added, a small twinkle in her eyes. Sam nodded.
"Yeah. What is that Grandma?"
"Oh, it's nothing!"
"Nothing?" Sam sounded disappointed.
"Nah, it's just a little perk of being a woman, called 'woman's intuition'."
"Oh." Peachy.
"And, it's never wrong," her grandma added with a smile and a shake of the head.
And THAT didn't sound so peachy.
"Oh…" her eye twitched again...hm, maybe she should get that checked. "...shit."
+Danny and Tucker+
"Ready?" Tucker asked, slipping into the Fenton ship to make the trip into Ghost Zone. It looked a lot like some sort of futuristic submarine or something.
Danny nodded, his green eyes were staring at the neon green swirling mist that clung to the entrance of the ghost portal. They had decided to figure out why all those ghosts had tried to escape from the Ghost Zone and hide in the human world. Maybe they could find some sort of a solution to Danny's little dilemma.
And if they had no way out, well, they could always try their chances and wish for Danny's emotions back. Talking about wishing his emotions back, why couldn't they just do that? Tucker didn't see why not, "Hey Danny! Why can't we just wish for your emotions back?"
Danny turned around to look at him. "Remember, every wish that Desiree grants has a side effect. For instance, remember Paulina's birthday? When you wished for a monster truck? It turned into a real monster. And when you wished for ghost powers like me? Your selfish side took over."
"Oh…right."
So now, they had no choice but to look for a way to solve this problem without Desiree's help. But…if they were getting helpless, then they would take the risky way out.
No matter how risky it may be.
Tucker started the engine of the ship and looked in Danny's direction. Besides that response just now, Danny had been really silent, not that there was much to talk about. But ever since that thing with Desiree, Danny had a lot to think about.
Danny flew into the portal, taking the roar of the engine as his cue. As he passed through the threshold of the portal he felt the familiar chill whenever he entered the Ghost Zone. His green eyes fell on the million doors crowding the sky, er ground…erm, well the everything. You couldn't tell the sky from the ground in this place. You couldn't find two doors that were the same either. The differences between two doors were as noticeable as the color of the wood or as unnoticeable as the design of the doorknob (assuming doors had a doorknob).
Danny led the way, roaming the area, looking for anything suspicious. But it's hard to find something when you don't know what you're looking for.
"What exactly are we looking for?" Tucker asked, talking into the communicator/earphone to communicate with Danny.
"Anything strange." Was the monotonous and obvious answer.
"Well, that narrows it down to everything in the Ghost Zone."
Suddenly they spotted a blast coming from somewhere nearby. Danny zoomed over, followed by Tucker in the ship. "Did you see that, Danny?" Tucker asked, and Danny nodded. "Yeah." The blue blast came from behind some clustered doors. The blast was followed by a yelp, which only made the teens go faster.
As they got closer, they were able to see the fight that was ensuing. It was some sort of dog. Huge, big, monstrous dog. With fangs.
It was attacking a cloaked figure. The figure was covered in a white cloak, and the only thing you could see of him/her was his/her arm extended out and grasping a staff of sorts.
The hand seemed feminine.
Danny swooped in and stopped the dog-like animal in his attack. The dog made to bite Danny on the shoulder, but Danny went intangible just in time. The dog's fangs looked venomous. However, the dog went through him and headed straight for the woman who let out a shrill scream as she saw the dog approaching.
Luckily a blast shot the dog from the side, and it stopped him in his tracks! It was Tucker to the rescue! "Yeah!" he shouted.
Danny took the opportunity to attack, and blasted the dog thing away from the woman. Danny zoomed in for a punch and then a kick! Pow, boom, zap!
But the dog managed to land a paw on Danny sending him hurling into the ship. Both Tucker and Danny went flying because of the impact.
But a final shot from Tucker, before the dog landed a paw on the woman, sent the dog retreating back into the abyss with a final snarl as if to scare them.
"Whew, man, that was a close one!" Tucker exclaimed. Danny nodded, but didn't say anything as the woman approached them.
They had just saved her so was she going to thank them?
"What were you two doing!" she shouted, pulling back the hood.
Guess not.
Underneath the hood, there was a beautiful redhead. Her emerald eyes glared at Danny and then at Tucker, demanding an explanation. Danny could catch a glimpse of a necklace with the initials CW. What was that?
"Rescuing you," Danny responded. Tucker just drooled. She seemed to be a bit over 17 or something, maybe even 16. Her cheeks were covered with move freckles than they could count.
"Rescuing me, huh! Well, I could have taken on that beast all by myself! I didn't need your stinking help!" she shouted, waving the staff around. Danny looked at the staff, it had a clock on it and a button on top. Strange looking thing.
"Didn't look that way to me," Danny responded, while Tucker merely…drooled…shamelessly.
Her eyes shone. "Well, you know what—" A snarl sounded from far away.
"EEEP!" She scampered behind Danny treating him like some sort of shield from danger.
"You were saying?"
"Humph!" she folded her arms across her chest, obviously embarrassed at acting like such a coward after her speech of bravery and not needing Danny's help.
"Don't worry about that dog thing, he won't be coming back anytime soon," Tucker said, finally getting the courage to speak to the redhead beauty through the speaker.
"What was that thing anyway?" Tucker added, asking the woman. Both of the boys looked in her direction. She fidgeted nervously.
"Um…" she laughed anxiously. "Well, you see…um…"
"Yeah?" Tucker urged.
"Uh…oh, never mind that! No use thinking about that silly little nuisance," she declared, suddenly using a sweet voice and a sweet smile. It seemed suspicious to Danny, like if she was hiding something, but Tucker only continued drooling. And thinking 'If she wasn't a ghost, I would so ask her out!'
"Hm."
"You guys saved me, and I'm eternally grateful! If it wasn't for you I would have been dog food right now!" she giggled. "If there's anything I can do for you…just name it!"
"Well, you know, you can start by telling me your name," Tucker said, raising his eyebrows suggestively. She held back a disgusted look.
"Name's Emerald." She smiled towards Danny. "Anything else I can do for you two before I'm on my way?"
The name of a jewel…
"What can you do to help a guy that's lost his emotions?" Tucker asked, more to himself than anybody else.
"Lost your emotions?" Emerald smiled, her green eyes were shining. "When did that happen?"
"Yesterday," Tucker answered, doing all the talking for Danny who had remained silent.
"Well, I can send you back in time, using this nifty little thing." She smiled, and her green eyes twinkled in an almost mischievous light. Both Danny and Tucker stared at the staff as she flaunted it off for them. A staff with a clock on it could send them back in time!
Danny felt a fluttering feeling in his chest…what was that? Was he feeling something!
It was just like a few hours ago, when he thought he felt a bit scared when Desiree said he had given up his human side! Was he getting his emotions back somehow?
Did he just feel happy, relieved?
But it was gone now, as soon as it had arrived, it had left. Now he was left feeling empty again.
Danny shook his head. He must be losing it.
"Yup. This baby can send you back in time. Anywhen you want." She smirked arrogantly.
"So, what are we waiting for?" Tucker asked, excitedly.
"What's the catch?" Danny asked.
"There is none. You did me a favor, and now I'm returning the gesture. Simple as that. Oh, you have to wear these too." She handed them Danny two necklaces identical like the one she was wearing with the CW initials on them. Danny went intangible and went inside the ship, handing Tucker his necklace.
"What are they for?" Tucker asked, staring at it in the light. "And what's with the initials?"
"Initials? Oh, nothing! Anyways, you have to wear them to remain in the certain time period and to remember who you are. If and when you take them off, you'll return back to the present time."
"What do you mean 'remember who we are'?"
"If you don't have them on, and you go back in time, you won't remember anything of the future. You wear them so you'll remember."
"Is this the only way to come back?" Danny asked, staring at the necklace.
"No. I can make you come back with the staff as well." 'How I do that, I'm not sure yet,' she thought.
"O.k. then. We're ready."
Emerald smiled for what seemed the hundredth time, and stared at the staff. 'O.k. now what? I don't know how to work this thing…'
"Alright, just stay close together," she said, trying to make it seem as though she knew what she was doing.
She moved around some of the hands on the clock and started pushing buttons. Hopefully this would get them where they wanted to go, but she doubted it.
"Here you…"
+Sam+
Dear Sam,
Sorry about the whole Jimmy thing.
Danny lost his emotions, thanks to a wish he made to Desiree. It's not his fault. Well, anyway, we're trying to get them back, and he could use your support. Not to mention that it's boring talking to someone who doesn't have emotions! We're at Danny's.
Tucker.
The cold wind nipped at her nose as she raced down the street toward Danny's house. The big Fenton signed loomed ahead and she sped in that direction, hoping to find Danny and Tucker together.
Why didn't she just pick up that stupid phone when she had the chance? Why didn't she hear them out?
Her boots stomped on the stairs and she knocked on the door. Jazz answered. "Hey, Sam."
"Hey Jazz. Danny, Tucker?"
Jazz pointed below. "Basement."
"Great. Thanks."
"No problem."
Sam ran in that direction, hoping that they would forgive her. She had read the e-mail. And she had only one thing to say.
Man, those two are a couple of retards.
But she didn't have time to say anything now, the e-mail said that they were here so they better be here. She raced to the basement, and wasn't too surprised to see the Ghost portal open, and the ghost ship gone.
She looked around and was relieved to see a suit . More like a space suit. She didn't give it too much thought and suited up. Man, was it hard to move in that thing.
"Great, can't I catch a break here!"
Five minutes later she was in the Ghost Zone with the Fenton Boo-merang. It was still a prototype, but hopefully it would work and track down Danny's ectoplasmic signature. She followed the faint reading it gave her, but after a while there wasn't any sign of him.
Maybe she should have waited back in the basement. Maybe.
"This is turning out to be a great day!" she shouted to no one in particular. PEACHY, LOVELY DAY!
The Boo-merang started beeping and an arrow pointed west. She sighed and headed in that direction. Ten more minutes of walking and she came across a ship.
A familiar looking ship…the Fenton ship!
For this first time in a while, a smile lit up her face as she ran towards the ship. 'Finally…oh are those two going to get a piece of my mind.'
But before she could call out their names, a strange feminine voice shouted. "Here you…GO!"
She was covered in a flash of blinding white light, after catching a glimpse of a redhead…a redhead?
+Whoa+
'Chirping birds…where am I?' the young girl felt the sun behind her closed lids. What happened? Had she taken a nap again?
"Who is she?"
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T/N: Okay, to clear some stuff up...um, this story is taking place before 'The Ultimate Enemy'. Before Danny met Clockwork, so he doesn't know who the staff belongs really belongs to, etc, etc. However, the Boo-merang does exist here because Jack/Maddy might have had a prototype of the real thing way before 'The Ultimate Enemy'. I hope this clears some stuff up.
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...: Ooh, I see your point. But Danny (being a responsible teen, right) knows that he should worry, knows that he should care. Which is why he doesn't blow it all off like Timmy did. But, like Timmy, without emotions Danny was able to think without getting distracted, so he was a bit smarter than usual. He knew that Desiree's wish had a side-effect and that that was well, bad. Timmy, on the other hand, knew that with a simple wish he could make himself normal and could go away from this experience scot-free so naturally, he had less to "worry" about. Timmy did everything without a care in the world, but Danny knows what he has to do to save himself. He doesn't care. He simply knows that he has to save himself, and logically is trying to do so.
Thanks for your review: KatrinaKaiba, emera-fire22 ('cuz she's hardheaded, lol), Stick'ums (love your pen name. Thanks, lol. I try my best, believe it or not), Amber (thanks doll), Spiffy McFloogan (Er...veggie burgers? Yeah, that's it. Wow, you sure as hell caught me there!), Petitio Principii (Aw, thanks. You flatter me, doll. I hope I explained why, hehe), and Silverchild of the winds (Yeah, me too.).
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