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Chapter 6: The Box Ghost

Danny couldn't sleep that night. He tossed and turned in his bed, shivering at the thoughts that crossed his troubled mind. How can I protect the city when I can't even find my own bed? Will I ever be able to function properly again? Will I be humiliated or even killed by what was once an easily beaten enemy? Will I ever cease to burden Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and my parents with my blindness? I'm helpless now; I can't even defend myself, much less save the life of another. When he finally fell asleep, he was haunted by terrifying nightmares. Some he watched, for he could still see in his mind's eye, but some he only heard, and it was on of these that jerked him back to wakefulness.

"Danny? Danny wake up! You're having a nightmare, it's not real!" It was Sam's voice.

"S-S-Sam! I hear it! I can't help you! Run!" He shouted through his sleep, thrashing and shaking.

"Danny! Please wake up!" Sam said again, pulling Danny from his nightmare. He opened his sightless eyes and realized he was breathing hard and was covered in cold sweat. He was shaking violently and was being shaken even harder by a frantic Sam.

"Sam!" He choked through labored breaths, reaching for her. She stopped shaking him.

"Sam I can't help you." He said again. He sounded to Sam like he was crying, but she couldn't see for the dark.

"I can't protect you or Tucker or Jazz or Mom and Dad, or Amity Park! I'm sorry." He breathed his apology and pulled Sam close, burying his head in her neck.

"Danny, don't be sorry. You're not helpless. You're helping us by being here. You're a friend, a brother, a son, and believe it or not you're still a hero and we all love you whether you can see or not." Sam cooed softly, holding Danny close and letting him cry softly onto her shoulder. She knew how hard it must be for him. One day he was a superhero who protected a whole city and the next he was near helpless. His ego was taking a beating and he had finally broken down. It still scared her though; she had never seen Danny cry.

Sam pulled away from Danny and put a hand to his forehead. Of course; he'd worked himself into a fever. She could tell by the touch it wasn't serious, but she knew he was suffering from it; just a little more pain to add to his present predicament.

"Sam, please...please don't leave." He choked, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him. He was afraid of his weakness and he couldn't control his fear anymore.

"Don't leave me alone." Sam felt tears welling in her eyes as she climbed up on the bed and lay by his side.

"Shhh. I'm here. I won't leave you." She whispered, pushing his sweat-dampened hair from his watery white eyes. He was still shivering uncontrollably, but he slowly relaxed as he felt Sam was going to stay with him; she wasn't going to leave. Sam stroked his hair until he relaxed completely and fell back into a peaceful sleep. (A/N I know Tucker is still in the room, but he's a heavy sleeper so no flames please!)

Sam woke the next morning to a very annoying flash of light. She opened her eyes and jumped out of bed, waking Danny.

"Sam?" He asked confusedly. His fever was gone and he was feeling normal after his rest

"Damn it, Tucker!" Sam yelled, taking one of Danny's textbooks from his dresser and beating Tucker over the head with it. His teeth crashed together and the blow seemed to give him quite a shock. This pleased Sam. She smirked evilly and grabbed the PDA from the stunned boy's hand, smashing it beneath her feet.

"Noooooo! My baby!" Tucker screamed, throwing himself to the floor to recover the pieces of his beloved technology. He then ran out of the room to have a burial. (A/N Tucker's so obsessed it's scary, huh?)

"What happened?" Danny asked, even more confused now. Sam looked up and saw he was awake. She walked over and sat on the bed, taking his hand in hers so he knew where she was.

"I just beat Tucker over the head with your algebra book and smashed his PDA so he can't use the picture he just took as blackmail." She said simply. Danny smiled, torn between embarrassment that his best friend had caught Sam comforting him in his bed and amusement that Sam had effectively taken revenge for them both. He decided amusement was the way to go.

"I told you math hurts!" He laughed. Sam was happy he was in a good mood today, he'd need it.

"Come on Danny; let's practice a bit with the cane before the Blind Teachers get here. They're due at 8:00." That said, Sam helped Danny to his feet and handed him the green cane. She could tell just by looking at him that he wasn't enjoying himself, but he was trying.

"Just let it bounce." Sam said the fifth time Danny stuck the cane into a sticky spot in the floor and nearly fell over at the jolt it gave him. She hated watching him struggle, but it was the only way he would learn.

"That's what I'm doing!" Danny growled, frustrated. He suddenly felt a chill crawl up his spine and he gasped as cold air swept from his mouth as everything went quiet.

"Sam, we have a problem." He said, pale eyes wide and face just as colorless. Sam looked up at him and frowned.

"What kind of problem?" She asked. Danny didn't need to answer her, for a second ghost sense followed the first, indicating the decreasing distance of the ghost from him. He jumped and turned ghost. Oh no. Sam thought, horrified. She yelped when she heard the ghost directly behind her.

"I am the Box Ghost!" The weak, annoying ghost said in what he clearly thought was a threatening tone. Sam sighed.

"Danny I'll be right back with the Fenton Thermos." She said, bored. She knew Danny would have no problem with the sorry excuse of a ghost.

Danny, on the other hand, was unsure if he could stand his ground against any ghost without his sight. Sure, he could use his ghostly wail, but that drained far too much energy; he couldn't use it all the time. He had to fight without it. He was about to call to Sam not to leave, but heard the lab door slam shut. This is going to be SO humiliating. Danny thought sadly.

"Beware! For you, the great Danny Phantom, are about to be crushed beneath the contents of these boxes!" The ghost shouted. Well, at least he knows my name. Danny thought, rolling his sightless eyes and remembering the distasteful name half of Amity Park still called him: Inviso Bill (A/N I agree with Tucker, Danny needs a publicist). He shot a ghost ray at where he supposed the ghost was, but was notified of his poor accuracy before the ray even hit the wall.

"Danny Phantom! You cannot aim today! Ha! Ha! Ha! I will defeat you! Beware!" And with that he launched a box full of paper towels at Danny, who was hit head on. The box was large and it sent him flying into the wall. He blinked in surprise and stood back up; throwing a ghost ray at where he thought the box had come from. When it hit the wall, he heard the Box Ghost's laughter again.

"I, the Box Ghost, shall be victorious!" He shouted, throwing another box at Danny. This one was full of old gadgets and ghost hunting gear that his parents had long ago forgotten about. The contents came whizzing out of the box and straight at Danny, who tried to dodge, but was slashed with a Fenton Machete. He yelped just as Sam came up from the lab with the Fenton Thermos. Another box was thrown at Danny, but this time he went intangible and it went straight through him. Sam wasted no time in sucking the annoying ghost up and running to Danny's side, completely shocked at his obvious weakness.

"Danny! He hurt you!" She said, taking a tissue from her pocket and dabbing at the shallow cut on his left shoulder.

"It's nothing Sam. It doesn't even hurt. I was about to beat him into oblivion when you showed up with the thermos." Danny lied, trying not to sound as weak and helpless as he felt. Sam knew he hadn't been about to beat the Box Ghost by any measure, but she didn't feel like letting him be any more humiliated in front of her than he already was, so she let it go.

Suddenly, the Blind Teachers appeared out of thin air. They looked disappointed.

"You're going to need a lot of practice before you challenge another evil or annoying ghost." Ricochet said in his usual, professional no-nonsense way.

"For a first timer, I think you did reasonably well. After all, you did seem to recover a bit at the end of the fight." Silver said truthfully.

"I'm going to have to go with Ricochet, you need some practice. If you'd remembered to use your mini ghostly wail to pinpoint your foe you probably would have won, though." Meg said, trying to tell Danny that he messed up while still being kind to the newly blinded halfa. Cabu remained silent.

"You set him on me?" Danny asked disbelievingly, his eyes flaming silver and his hands balled into glowing silver fists. Now he was humiliated and pissed off. Sam put a hand on his arm.

"Danny, don't be angry, they're just trying to help. You promised, remember?" She said, Danny sighed and turned his head away from her as his eyes stopped flaming and his hands lost their blinding glow.

"I remember. Just, you four don't pull any of that junk again. Tell me when you're gonna have some ghost attack me. I'm not an expert at this blind stuff you know." Danny grudgingly admitted. The Blind Teachers agreed to tell him and they made ready for another training session.

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Ok, first off, I'm REALLY REALLY sorry for the crappy chapter, but I wanted the readers to grasp just how vulnerable Danny really is in his current condition. I've got a reason for these chappies, you know. Second, the next chapter is going to be much better, as Danny meets an old friend, or to be more exact, a "cousin"...

Spoilers:

Third, he's gonna find out about a certain rogue ghost still haunting Amity Park, meaning big trouble! (You can try to guess what rogue ghost is loose if you want, I think it's pretty obvious)

Fourth will most likely be saved for chappie 8, but a powerful enemy will return and trap two heroines in his evil plot.

Anyway, please make sure to review!

-WriterGirl713, injured but rapidly recovering Devil's Angel and still Master of Fluff