A/N: Alright, here's chappie 4! Now, this is where it might get confusing. Remember, the last chapter took place at night, but this one goes back in time and takes place after school the same day. Oh and thanks again to Phantomgirl040304, who is an anonymous reviewer. If you're reading this, I'd appreciate it if you'd register, log in, or give me some way to contact you (ie, e-mail). Thanks! Here's chappie 4!

Aww… Why'd I have to get detention? Again! Tucker Foley thought miserably, sitting near the back of Mr. Lancer's classroom. In detention with him were three other freshmen, all boys. He'd never met them before…

Tucker had received detention because he forgot to get a recent test signed by his parents. (Now that he thought back on it, he had been helping Danny fight ghosts the night he was supposed to get it signed...) So now he was sitting here, bored out of his mind, forbidden from entertaining himself with his PDA.

Mr. Lancer was sitting at his desk at the front of the room, typing something on his computer. For nearly twenty minutes, the room was silent except for the light tapping sound of the keyboard up front and the occasional sigh from one of the teenagers. Then, a bit of static was heard as the intercom system came online.

"Will Mr. Lancer please come to the main office; Mr. Lancer, please report to the main office. This is urgent!" Principal Ishiyama's voice sounded. Mr. Lancer immediately stood up and started for the door.

Then, turning to face the students, he said, "Any monkey business and you will all get a week's worth of detentions. Do I make myself clear?"

Murmurs of general consent met his threat. Seemingly satisfied that he had assured good behavior, Mr. Lancer briskly walked out of the room.

"Man, I wonder what that was about?" Tucker said softly to himself. A few moments later, out of pure boredom, he glanced around at the other teens. They were all fidgeting and talking quietly with one another, but it wasn't that much louder than it had been before.

Tucker stared up at the clock. It was still only 2:02 pm. There were 43 more long minutes left until he could go home.Taking another deep sigh, he rested his head in his arms on the desk. This was going to take a while…

Meanwhile…

Mr. Lancer strode down the halls at a fairly fast pace, remembering the 'urgent' part of Mrs. Ishiyama's summons. Before he knew it, he was pushing open the glass door to the office. Mrs. Ishiyama greeted him as soon as he walked in.

"Mr. Lancer; quickly! There's something you must see!" she said. She practically dragged him across the office and through another door. When inside, Mr. Lancer recognized it as the surveillance room.

"You know Daniel Fenton fairly well, no?" the principal asked him.

"You could say that, I suppose," Mr. Lancer said, straightening his tie.

"Well, I was recently looking at the footage from the security cameras around the school – you know, the normal procedure – and I was greatly unsettled when I saw the recording of the events in the front of the school, from security camera 2a," Mrs. Ishiyama explained in a slightly rushed voice.

"I see… But how exactly does this relate to Mr. Fenton? And what was it about the film that disturbed you?"

"Come and see," she replied. "And I warn you, it is very… intriguing…"

She led him to one of the many screens that lined the left-hand wall. It was paused at an image of Daniel Fenton standing in the middle, and near the edge of the screen was a small part of an indiscernible figure.

"Now," Principal Ishiyama started, pressing a button. The clip began to play. "You will notice some strange ring of light forms around young Daniel."

And, indeed, barely a full second into the tape, the aforementioned ring appeared a bit above the boy's waist. Then, Mrs. Ishiyama paused the tape again.

"Next, listen to the voice coming from the figure at the edge of the screen, and look at what happens to that ring."

She pressed the play button. Almost immediately, Mr. Lancer heard a graveling voice:

"Ah, ah, ah! Secret identity, remember?"

Daniel Fenton looked directly into the camera, and the ring of light vanished with a small pop. Then, the principal stopped the recording.

"What do you make of it?" she said quietly. Apparently, she had not quite gotten over the eeriness of the clip.

"I'm not quite sure," Mr. Lancer replied truthfully. This footage had definitely been interesting. "May I watch it again?"

"Be my guest!" Mrs. Ishiyama said, stepping back. And Mr. Lancer viewed it again. And again, and again, and again, and again… He kept watching it until Mrs. Ishiyama left, having other matters to attend to. He kept watching it until detention was almost over. There was something about it that he was very suspicious of…

At 2:40 pm, realizing what time it was, Mr. Lancer rushed back to his classroom. When he got there, he discovered that his students were (miraculously) civilized, yet restless. Only five minutes until they could leave.

Tick, tick, tick, tick… The seconds crawled by like hours. Mr. Lancer could tell that the four teens were very impatient.

Finally, the after school bell rang at 2:45. The boys sprinted for the door, but only three would leave right then…

A/N: So... Tell me whatcha think! I was just watching Flirting With Disaster one day, and this idea suddenly came to me! Please review!