Disclaimer: If I owned Danny Phantom, I'd give Dash powers and make him Danny's sidekick/love interest while making the cliché implications between them, thereby screwing up the great dynamics of the cartoon...so thank god that Butch Hartman runs the plot huh? (P.S. I'm sorry that I'm going against your wishes Mr. Hartman, but I as well as others will not stop writing slash, please forgives us.)

Author's Notes: Thanks a lot for the kick a$$ reviews from you guys for the last chapter. I'm really sorry for the delay and all I can say is that it has been a long school semester and bunch of weird transitions with my parents and friends. I throw myself on your mercy, hope you guys will read this and beat me/forgive me for taking so long to give this to you guys. I hope this one doesn't disappoint and I guess if I had to comment on the overall feel of this chapter then it'd be that I've finally stopped putting off the inevitable or in other words Danny will be pushing Dash and Sandra together (whether he wants to or not). ;-)However I will admit that writing a character like Sandra is harder than I thought, but it helps that I'm basing her off a girl (I dislike/respect) who lives in my dormitory.

Author's Warnings: I took a chance with this chapter because I figured it was time our favorite blond bully and not so favorite brunette girl deserved a bit more of the spotlight since they're blissfully ignorant about the danger they're in. There are Dash/Danny moments, but I also threw in one small surprise. My last warning is that in this chapter's timeline a few weeks have passed and so as might be expected…there have been some changes. Now without further ado, on to the fic! Enjoy!

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"Hehehe! You'll never win Danny Phantom!" Griffith shouted maniacally. He was dressed in a gaudy black suit that made him look like a villain from an old silent film. Griffith's cape swirled around him dramatically as he climbed up the town's water tower; Sandra struggled desperately to be released from his dark clutches.

"Help! Danny, save me! Please save me!" Sandra yelled before passing out.

"Sandra!" Danny yelled out as he transformed into his alter ego. He zoomed up to the top of the tower and stood on the gangplank ready to fight Griffith.

Griffith gave the halfa a devilish smirk and in the same dramatic voice yelled out, "Not so fast ghost boy! You didn't think I'd kidnap her without knowing you'd be stupid enough to rescue her. I brought along some extra insurance just in case you try to stop me!"

He moved his cape to the side to reveal a bound and gagged Dash. The blond was struggling to break his binds, while shouting muffled curses at Griffith. With a wave of his hand, Griffith shot out a green ghost blast on the ground below him. Danny gasped as he saw twin tornadoes of green energy slowly swirling up and realized they were portals to the ghost zone.

In an evil tone, Griffith asked, "They're both your friends, but you can only save one, right?"

With monstrous strength, he held up both Dash and Sandra above him and dropped them far apart from each other. Danny watched them fall in slow motion before diving off the water tower after them. Dash managed to break free of his bindings and reached out a hand toward Danny. Midway down Sandra opened her eyes and screamed in terror, her own hands stretched up to him in desperation. No matter how fast Danny tried to fly toward them, they kept eluding his grasp. Just as he barely touched the tips of their hands, the ghost portals boomed loudly and quickly sucked the two in.

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"No!" Danny yelled out as he awoke with a start. His breath came out in loud puffs as he looked around him wildly, only to see that he was still in his room. The sudden opening of his bedroom door startled him further and sent him sprawling on the floor in surprise.

"Danny! I heard you screaming, are you ok?" Jazz asked fearfully.

She turned on the lights and Danny put a hand over his face to block the harsh sting to his eyes. When his eyes finally adjusted to the change, he managed to pick himself up and sit on his bed. He felt his bed shift and felt a soft hand push away his sweaty bangs from his forehead. He didn't dare to look up, already sensing that same perpetually worried expression on Jazz's face.

For the past few days, Danny had woken up from a diverse range of dreams that left him in a state of embarrassment, openly crying or, as he was now, scared out of his mind. After the second night of hearing noise from Danny's room, Jazz had come in to investigate and what she found made her fret.

Jazz noticed that Danny's body was covered in sweat and his eyes reflected how scared he was. Whenever she asked him what happened he always replied that it was only a bad dream and telling her not to worry. She tried everything, going through all the psychological tactics that she knew to get him to tell her what was wrong. For all her gentle prodding and threats of telling their parents, none of it seemed to matter to Danny or make him open up. As Jazz quietly held her brother, she came to the sad realization that tonight would probably be the same.

From within her embrace she heard Danny mumble something. She loosened her hold on him and finally heard a whispered, "What if I can't save them?"

"Save who?" Jazz asked gently.

"My friends..." Danny said, still in a whisper.

Jazz's eyes widened at hearing Danny finally admit a hint of what was bothering him. She came to the conclusion that somehow his problematic nightmares had something to do with his powers. She slowly released him from the hug and chose her words carefully.

"That depends on what kind of problem they have and sometimes even though we really want to, we can't always help them by ourselves," Jazz said slowly.

"What do you mean?" Danny asked in earnest.

"I mean that sometimes you just can't force people to accept your help, no matter how good your intentions are. You're only going to be able to do so much for someone before you realize that they have to learn to help themselves."

"But what if, what if they don't know they have a problem and I can't tell them? What if because I don't help them something bad happens?" Danny asked her in frustration.

"Danny, this is starting to sound pretty serious," Jazz said tentatively. Danny looked away from Jazz's face, feeling guilty because he was the cause of it.

"Fine, if you're not going to tell me then at least hear me out. If your friend has a life threatening problem then tell someone that you trust and can help your friend get professional help." Jazz said calmly. "If I'm overreacting and it's not as serious, then my suggestion is that you can try to give your friend small hints so that they realize something's up. You can't hold their hand and lead them out of danger, but you can at least point them down another path that maybe they weren't going to take before."

Danny repeated slowly, "Another path…"

"Sometimes people aren't going to take the path you think is best for them, but as long as they end up in the same safe place…then it doesn't matter how they get there, just that they do by themselves." Jazz said as she ruffled his hair. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Danny smile at her for the first time in weeks.

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"I think you should ask Sandra out on a date," Danny said suddenly.

"What?" Dash asked in alarm. He stopped jogging and looked at Danny as if he'd grown an extra head.

Danny repeated himself, saying his previous words slowly, "I think you should ask Sandra out on a date."

Dash smacked his forehead with his hand as he loudly exclaimed, "Doofus, I heard what you said the first time! W-why are you suddenly bringing her up?"

Danny smiled and matter-of-factly said, "Because you have a big crush on her and-"

Dash quickly put a hand over Danny's mouth and looked around him to make sure no one had heard the brunet's words. He looked back at the shorter boy, seeing the worried look on Danny's face and felt the other boy's nervous breath against his palm. Dash felt his cheeks heat up at the sight and looked away from Danny as he let him go.

Now it was Danny's turn to look at Dash strangely as he noticed the other boy avoided his gaze for some reason. They both stood there awkwardly in the middle of the sidewalk, neither one saying anything. After seeing Dash's strong reaction to the subject of his crush on the girl, Danny felt a hesitant hope rise inside of him. For the pastweek he had watched how the two grew closer and wondered if the attraction was only one-sided.

"I-I don't have a big crush on her, alright? I just like her...as more than a friend...that's all," Dash admitted blushing. "And…I have thought about asking her out…plenty of times but..."

"But…" Danny prompted.

Dash looked at him seriously, almost giving Danny an annoyed look as he replied, "Something that I can't explain and didn't expect keeps holding me back."

'You've got to be kidding me!' Danny thought in anger. 'I spent an entire day convincing her dad with a presentation of the pros and cons of attending public school. Tucker and Sam hacked into the school system so that she has Dash in most of her classes. I've done everything except forced them to play seven minutes in heaven! I have 27 days left; he can't start having doubts now!'

"Well, when did you realize that something was holding you back?" Danny asked as casually as possible. 'God I feel like I'm Jazz the teenage shrink,' he thought. Dash began to jog again and Danny followed after him.

Dash chuckled as he said, "Heh, jogging with you these past few days has made you like…my shrink or something. It's like you're constantly trying to pick apart my brain and figure out what I'm thinking. I've never had a friend who's done that before so it's really weird."

"Oh," Danny replied awkwardly. He struggled to say something, but couldn't find a single thing to say. He suppressed the urge to remind the blond about his earlier suggestion, figuring he should just drop it for now. The two jogged on in silence for a few more moments, their ragged breathing the only sound between them. Danny mulled over Dash's words before the blond suddenly spoke up.

"But when you do that sometimes, I guess...it's also kinda...nice," Dash admitted. He chanced looking at Danny and saw the other boy look at him in surprise before just giving him a small smile. Dash returned the gesture with a smirk and laughed as he said, "But you're still weird, Fenton."

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"And then now that you've calculated the other two angles of the triangle, all you have to do, is subtract their sum from 180...so let's see, forty-six plus thirty-six equals eighty-two and one-hundred-eighty minus eighty-two is...ninety-eight." Sandra said smiling. She quickly jotted down the numbers and showed the two boys in front of her the correct answer.

"Ohhhh," cried Dash and Derek in understanding.

Dash suddenly glared at Derek and accusingly said, "What are you doing here? You're not even in our math class."

Derek glared right back as he replied, "So? It's always a good thing to brush up on the basics. Besides why are you here, isn't math the one class you're not failing. You shouldn't bother such a cute math tutor like-"

"Sandra?" said a loud voice next to them. "What are you doing here?

Sandra tensed at the sound of her name and her face showed that she recognized the person next to her.

"Hi…dad," Sandra said nervously.

Derek and Dash looked up at the tall and stern looking man in front of them. Their eyes widened as they took in the navy blue military uniform that had various awards and medals pinned to it, the three stars pinned on each of the uniform's shoulders and last but not least the dark red hair and angry looking green eyes directed at them.

"Colonel Perkins?"

The older man looked behind him to see Danny and Tucker standing there. Colonel Perkins looked at them expectantly and gestured over toward Dash and Derek, who were looking uncomfortable at being pointed at by him.

"Private Fenton and Private Foley, you're just in time to help Sandra explain to me why she's surrounded by these two unidentified and suspicious looking soldiers after she clearly told me that she'd be back home by 1700 hours?"

Sandra blushed in embarrassment as she quickly said, "Dad their not unidentified soldiers, their some of my friends from school."

Colonel Perkins turned sharp eyes on both Dash and Derek and with an authoritative voice said, "You two, name and rank."

Derek quickly saluted and blurted out, "Private Derek Renato Sanchez, sophomore at Casper High, number 82, receiver for the Ravens football team...sir!"

"Um... Dash James Baxter, freshman at Casper High, number 4, the quarterback for the same team sir!" Derek quickly elbowed him and Dash remembered to salute. Tucker stifled his laughter as he watched the two.

"At ease gentlemen, I suppose your names do sound rather familiar and perhaps my daughter has mentioned you both once or twice, but that still doesn't explain why you're here so late?" Colonel Perkins said as he looked at his daughter.

"I was helping them with their math training I-I mean tutoring. They needed help with some algebra problems and Colonel you know that math is one of the few subjects in school that I am actually good at. I guess we just lost track of time, I'm sorry that you had to come all the way down here," Sandra said giving her father an apologetic smile.

Colonel Perkins looked at the various books splayed on the table and calmly replied, "Well your story seems to pan out. Excuse me for my accusations Private Baxter and Private Sanchez, but as you know one can never be too careful." Colonel Perkins turned to look at Danny and gave him a hint of a smile, "Private Fenton, it's good to see that you have kept up your end of the bargain and have been keeping my daughter in good company."

Danny laughed nervously at the odd compliment and looked over at Dash and Derek, now looking like they wanted to be anywhere but there. They jumped when Colonel Perkins asked them, "I trust that the math training session is over with?"

The two high school students immediately nodded, afraid of what would happen if they disagreed. Sandra sighed silently and nodded as well before moving to gather up her things. She briefly gave the four boys an apologetic look as she moved to stand up.

"Well then we'll be off, I'll see you in the car in ten minutes Sandra, but first I must use the facilities. It was nice to see you again Private Fenton, Private Foley and good to meet you two soldiers," Colonel Perkins said in the same authoritative voice. He nodded once before heading off toward the restroom.

Sandra laughed softly and gave Derek and Dash a bright smile that made them blush and look away. Tucker sat down in the booth and smiled at them as well.

"He likes you guys," Tucker said teasingly.

"Huh, how do you know?" Derek asked curiously.

Danny smiled as he answered, "When he calls someone 'Private' and attaches their last name to it, it's a sign that he thinks you're alright...at least enough to be around Sandra."

"He even does that with my girl friends. It's just his weird way of saying that he approves of that friend. Heh, I told you my dad was weird," Sandra said, blushing slightly.

"I dunno, he seems kinda cool actually. Reminds me a lot of my older sister, she's a lieutenant in the military," Derek said proudly.

"Wow, that's pretty rare," Sandra said impressed.

"Yeah, well my sister wasn't exactly what you'd call a typical Amity Park girl," Derek said smirking.

"Yeah, I remember your sister alright. My dad said that Ana Sanchez, is the only girl in the history of Casper High who ever played on the football team," Dash said looking at Derek.

"Heh, yeah, just proves how I have a lot of live up to in coach's eyes," Derek said smiling apprehensively.

"No you don't," Sandra said suddenly. She gave him a wide smile and added, "He's not blind, he knows you work hard otherwise he wouldn't have put you in last week's game."

As Tucker gathered up his things to also leave, he added, "Yeah if it weren't for you, Danny and Greg, then we wouldn't have made a comeback against the Franksdale Panthers. Well, I gotta go, see you guys."

Danny waved a hesitant goodbye to his best friend and watched the other boy leave. He felt a nagging feeling in his chest, but ignored it and turned back to the people in front of him. He could ask Tucker tomorrow if something was wrong or even ask Sam if she'd also noticed a change. Sandra jumped in surprise and quickly tried to gather the rest of her things.

"I better get going too. Especially before the Colonel comes in and gives you guys another interrogation. Anyway I hope I helped, I'll see you guys at school tomorrow!" Sandra said as she waved good bye and ran out the door. Danny saw Dash fidget in his seat before pushing against Derek and literally jumping out of the booth.

From where he fell on the floor, Derek yelled out, "What the heck's wrong with you, you moron!"

Dash muttered a sorry and ran out the door like his life depended on it. Derek and Danny quickly went to the window and saw Dash stumble before catching up to Sandra. They watched the two talk for a few minutes, in that time their expressions changing too rapidly for Danny to tell what was going on. Dash half-heartedly waved to Sandra who ran toward her father's car. Dash watched Sandra and her father drive off, standing there for a long time looking like he was staring off into space.

"You think he has gas?" Derek suddenly piped in.

Danny almost spit out the soda he was drinking and hit his chest to stop himself from choking. He chuckled once before saying, "No, it looks like he's thinking."

"Same difference. Hmm, I wonder if she turned him down," Derek said turning to sit properly in the booth. Derek raised an eyebrow at Danny's confused look and sighed at his friend's ability to be so dense. Derek leaned forward and in a conspirator tone said, "He just asked her out, duh."

"What, how could you tell?" Danny asked in surprise.

"Ah come on D.F., a guy doesn't chase after a girl like that to say 'have a good night' or 'take care and drive safely'. When a guy pushes down his rival, runs after a girl, stops to talk to her and makes every single expression known to man show up on her face, you can bet your boxer shorts that he wants to tell her or ask her something important."

"So you think he really did it?" Danny asked, trying not to get his hopes up too high.

Derek took a sip of his soda before he continued, "Tch, that goober's been trying to ask Sandra out for the longest time. It's gotten to the point where even I thought it was pretty pathetic...and I told him exactly that."

"Y-you told him to ask her out?" Danny said incredulously. "Why would you try to help him get Sandra?"

Derek looked down at his soda and after a moment said, "D.F., my mother once told me that there are things in this world that you just can't stop. Things that are destined to be the way they are for a reason and that if you're wise enough you'll one day stop and understand that reason. If you aren't then you'll simply live out the destiny and watch as those things happen around you. On a smaller scale...I think that's what Sandra and Dash are to me, just something that I can't stop."

Danny looked at the wistful look on his friend's face and felt a twinge of guilt at not noticing his friend's obvious sadness sooner. These past few weeks he had been pushing Dash to go and win Sandra's heart, but only now did he realize that he had never stopped to consider how it was making Derek feel. He looked outside at Dash who was slowly walking back toward the diner before turning back to Derek. He was about to tell Derek how sorry he was, but the other boy's sudden smile startled him.

"Then again my mother also told me that I should sooner die then never try at something. Hehehe, that's why I guess I'm also ok with the whole thing. I kinda expected Sandra to turn me down when I asked her out last week and give me some friendship speech, but in the end I guess everything works out."

Danny sighed in amusement and said, "I knew it, there had to be some sort of catch to you being alright with Dash and Sandra."

"Maybe, but I figure I gotta be the better guy and move on...and I have. Last week I met someone who totally understood my pain and after I talked to her I felt...happy. Point is that this chick is totally worth chasing after, even if she is a year older than me," Derek said blushing slightly.

"An older girl? Wow you recover fast, so who is she?" Danny asked interested.

"Your sister," Derek said grinning. His friend's silent response made him gulp and in a worried voice he said, "Um D.F...you're making me nervous holding that butter knife like that..."

Moments later Derek would thank Dash for showing up in time to stop Danny from killing him. Derek looked between the two boys struggling in front of him and had a silly smile on his face as he thought, 'Heh, maybe I was wrong.'

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Dash lay on his bed and stared up at his ceiling in dread. He thought back to what Sandra had said to him after he'd asked her out. He sighed for the fifteenth time tonight and realized how pathetic he must have looked.

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"Dash?" Sandra exclaimed in surprise. "Did I forget something inside the diner?"

Dash shook his head and paused before finally blurted out what was on his mind, "Will you go out with me?"

Nervous dark blue eyes stared at a pair of surprised green and for a split second Dash thought that Sandra was going to run away. The brunette tore her gaze away from him, her head bowing forward in what Dash thought was sadness. He sensed Sandra was about to refuse and again said the first thing that came to mind, "I'll prove that I want to go out with you."

Sandra slowly looked up at him and Dash's eyes widened as he saw a telltale pink tint staining her cheeks.

"Prove? I thought asking was proof enough," Sandra said giving him an amused smile. "Geez, you Amity Park guys sure move fast don't you?"

At Dash's confused look she shook her head and continued, "There's a lot of things I w-want to say right now, but I don't know what to say first."

Dash gave her a bright smile as he said, "Say yes."

"D-dork, I meant that I can't," Sandra said, still blushing slightly. "Still I'll admit that…I-I'm really flattered that you asked me out."

Dash took the smile she directed at him as a good sign, but tried not to let his hope show on his face. Sandra took a hesitant step closer to him and looked him square in the eyes. After a moment under her harsh scrutiny, he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the next.

"Dash Baxter, just how does a boy 'prove' to a girl that he wants to go out with her?" Sandra asked in amusement.

Dash smirked in return and felt his confidence return as he spoke, "Well Sandra Perkins, when a guy wants to prove this fact to a girl he should do...um three...yeah three weird and seemingly impossible things that the girl thinks he can't do. If he does all three then the girl should without a doubt go out with this cool, very smooth and handsome dude and in return do any three things that the boy wants."

Sandra scoffed at the lewd look on Dash's face and sarcastically replied, "Ha ha ha, that last part was real funny, I'm sure any girl will agree to that."

"Alright then, forget the last part. Name the three things you think I should do in order to guarantee myself a date with you," Dash said resolutely. Both teenagers crossed their arms, now looking as if they were going to have a stand off.

"For the record, I think you're absolutely ridiculous and really need to learn to take a hint," said Sandra.

Dash remained silent and merely stared at her with determination flashing in his eyes. Sandra looked away; desperately trying to will the blush that she knew was on her face to go away. Taking a moment to think about the practical things that Dash should do, she finally came up with what she thought were challenge worthy tasks.

"Alright Baxter, if you're really going to be serious about this then here are you're three things," Sandra said in a tone that made Dash worry. He saw a small smirk appear on the brunette's face as she slowly said, "Number one, you have to pass our math test-"

"Heh, that's pretty easy," Dash said chuckling.

"With no less than an B or an eighty percent," Sandra said grinning.

"Aw geez, the test is this Friday. You're asking for miracles," Dash said in dismay.

"No, I'm asking for something seemingly impossible. Now number two, you have to lead the team to victory and win the game that's also this Friday."

"What? That team was last year's district champions! You actually think the Ravens can stand a chance against the Hoserton Tritons!"

Sandra ignored his outburst and continued, "And last but not least, you have to do the third and hardest thing of all...convince the Colonel to let me go out with you despite the fact that I'm not fifteen, and as he sees it, not at the proper age for dating."

The sudden honking from a nearby car startled the two. Sandra quickly turned on her heel and was about to run before she looked back at Dash's dejected face. Feeling slightly remorseful, she gave Dash a sincere smile and told him the truth, "You know you don't have to go to such lengths to get a silly girl like me to go out with you, you just have you wait. And I was just kidding around and I don't honestly expect you to do those things, ok? They're just...things that would make me happy if they happened. Anyway...I'll see you tomorrow Dash...I'm sorry."

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With a grunt of annoyance, Dash got off his bed and headed over to his dresser. Roughly grabbing the cordless phone off its stand, he pressed the seven digits he now knew by heart but didn't think he'd ever have the occasion to call. As he waited for the other person to pick up, he felt his courage slowly leave him. Finally after the fourth ring a sleepy "Hello" answered.

"Hey Fenton," Dash said, feeling a blush creep up his neck.

Danny yawned once and paused before replying, "Dash, it's one-thirty in the morning."

Dash felt his blush increase at the statement. He hadn't realized it was so late and now cursed himself for not just doing this at school. 'Why the heck did I just call his cell phone at such a stupid hour?'

"Um Dash, are you still there?" Danny asked unsurely.

"Yeah, I'm still here," Dash replied gruffly.

"Oh," Danny said as another yawn escaped him. He scratched his head as he asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Dash sighed and nodded before smacking his forehead as he realized that Danny wouldn't be able to see him nod. 'Why can't I just say it? This is still Fent-Danny after all, he's not going to make fun of me. Yeah, Danny's not like that and if there's anybody I can talk to about this sort of sensitive stuff then he's the one.'

"Hello?" Danny asked in worry.

"Fenton, I mean...Danny, I finally asked Sandra out on a date," Dash said proudly.

"What? When?" Danny asked in shock.

"Before she and her dad took off," Dash replied.

"I thought you said you asked for extra math help," Danny replied in confusion.

"No, I lied about that because I didn't want Sanchez ragging on me about it. Anyway I called because...we sort of made a bet out of it."

Danny smiled in sleepy amusement as he asked, "A bet? What kind of bet?"

Feeling his blush return, Dash slowly admitted, "She told me that if I do these three things...then she'd go out with me."

"Really? Wow, that's...good Dash," Danny said, trying to sound happy for his friend. 'I wonder what the three things are?' he thought worriedly.

Dash let out a quiet sigh and ran a nervous hand through his blond hair before saying, "Eh, not really Danny because, I...can't believe I'm going to say this, but...I need your help."

End of Chapter 14

Author's End Notes: I made up Dash's middle name, so if someone out there knows what it actually is then please feel free to tell me. Hope you guys liked it and please review!

Spider's Shout Outs:

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Kimura Sato: Thank you for the awesome review! I've been reading some of your more recent stuff and to be honest it's what gave me that final push to let go of my worry and just update. All the Butch Hartman drama has also made it so that I can't help but do this now more than ever ya know? Well anyway I hope you like this chapter (despite the fact that it comes from an evil author who took months to put it up)! -.-

Ranma Higurashi: Lol, glaring at Griffith is definitely something you should save for later when he'll be down right psycho. That's all I can say other than that he's going to redouble his efforts to mess with Dash and Danny. Thanks for the review!

Ryuze: Hey there! Dash and Danny are at the park practicing for fun and Jack who happens to live nearby is just watching them from his window. No, Jack's not seer or anything, the dream that's mentioned is the one of him and Danny together that's all. ;-) He will be a decent guy, but his feelings for Danny might get in the way of that. Anyway, hope that clarifies the confusion, thanks for the nice review!

DraconWolf88: Hey, I bet you're booing me now for taking so long to update with this chapter. I was still wondering if you still wanted that fic you requested because a couple of weeks ago I managed to get my hands on the Wulf episodes and thus was able to write a fic. If not, I understand, but either way I just wanted to thank you for the early on review.

Pickled Green: Hey, wow. I was very happy when I read your review and I'm glad that up until the point you read up to, that you liked my story so much. Yes, it does stink that Jack's feelings won't ever really reach Danny, but that doesn't mean anything won't happen between them. ;-) Thanks for the review!

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dark-angel miyuki: Hello there! A question not asked, is a question not answered. So I'm glad you asked this because now I can clarify something that people some to think about him. The answer is that no, Griffith isn't the Grim Reaper, he's actually more like low level death god. If the Grim Reaper is the President/CEO then Griffith is like a manager/supervisor. I'm glad you like this story and I hope this chapter didn't disappoint. Thanks again for the two reviews!

What the G stands for: Lol, I'm glad my fic inspired you to dance. (dancing is not a theme here, but is a title motif ) I also laughed at your joke about Jack and Danny not dating because Jack is the same name as Danny's dad. Lol, thanks for the funny review and I hope you like this chapter as well.

Isabella Rossallini: Hi, you have asked the million dollar question and I'll pay you 42 cents (it's what's in my pocket) but I sorry because I can't tell you when they'll get together yet. Thanks for the review and I hope you like this chapter.

authoraisarete: Hi, first time reviewer! I'm glad you found my fic and I'm just happy you reviewed it, so no apologies. Lol, yes Jack and his dreams are troublesome aren't they? I think a lot of fangirls want to smack Danny in my fic for being dense…lol, maybe even Paulina will want to. That is when we get to know what really happened at the mall. wink wink Thanks for the review!

Kelleigh722: Hey there, fellow LJer. I'm sorry for taking so long in responding to you and in updating this fic. I hope this doesn't leaving you hanging (although slight cliffhanger at the end might). Wow, I didn't know you were a dance teacher, that's cool. The dance titles really are out there huh? Well anyway, thanks again for the nice review!

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Cal Sathe: Hi! In response to your first review….blushes thanks for the love. ;; In response to your second review…I know, I know I'm a sinner upon the fanfiction gods for my repeated accounts of late updates. bows Forgive me, but I thank you for the review!

Ellen: 'Ello back! I'm flattered/floored that you think my fic is original (rarely do I hear that for anything I write). Ok so in this Mexican town near my dad's hometown on the Day of the Dead the people go to the plaza and dance. The dance style is called Baile del Rey de los Muertes (Dance of the King of the Dead), when my cousin demonstrated it, it looked like a boogie. Later when I wrote the first chapter of this fic and had already planned out in my head what the main plot was I remembered that dance and just translated it using the word 'Grim Reaper' instead of 'King of the Dead'. Lol, it's such a weird story, but more or less this is how it came out. Anyway, thanks for the question and your review!

CSkerries: Lol, I momentarily grew flustered at your tentacle monster implication comment. Thanks for the characterization compliment and yeah I agree that I was pretty pushy when it came to that library moment. I liked how you gave me some constructive criticism to go with your review and I'd appreciate it, that if you continue to read this, you give me more in the future. I'll never become a good fanfic writer if I don't improve on the little as well as the bigger mistakes I make. Thanks again for your wonderful review.

Shi Rurouni of the Aphrodesiac: Huray, for another new reader. dances along and hugs back I'm happy you like the fic enough to dance (Gives me a secret pleasure if I can make people take a moment to groove, lol). Here's the update and I hope that you like it enough to dance some more. Thanks for the review!

hittocerebattosai: Hey homegirl. Fear not for this bum of a fan fic writer has put some more soup in the pot and now offers it to you. Hope you dug in and thanks for the review!