I went back to school today, although it's just one day a week, but still. I'm kind of overwhelmed from seeing actual people. Anyway, this isn't the best, but I've had this crappy idea for a while and wanted to get it down.

Danny Fenton was not a morning person, that was for sure. He used to be – when he was younger, he would be up and about at such an early time that his family had to make sure he stayed in bed long enough. Now, he usually slept in until well after he should have been in school.

In his defence, ghosts existed. And he had to fight them. At three in the morning.

This meant his sleep schedule wasn't the best. It was also the reason he was currently flying as fast as he humanly… ghostly? Could.

At least now, people knew why, and Lancer was often willing to overlook his tardiness on the basis that he had, you know, saved the world multiple times and was the reason everyone wasn't dead. That seemed to be a pretty good reason.

He got to school only fifteen minutes late – a record this month – and phased through the ceiling into his seat.

"Pride and prejudice, Daniel!" his teacher gasped, putting his hand to his heart. "I wish you wouldn't do that."

He shrugged. "Sorry, sir. Habit, you know."

"I don't, actually." Lancer said with a dry glare. "Now as I was saying, Shelley uses the metaphor of the monster's inhumanity to Frankenstein to…"

Danny zoned out quickly, having A. no interest in Frankenstein, and B. already met Mary Shelley's ghost in the ghost zone and found out that she just made the story up on a whim while telling tales around a campfire.

He started a little when Sam chucked a note in his direction but recovered quickly and opened it to find a rather interesting commentary on Frankenstein that he was sure Mr Lancer would not like to have seen. He chuckled and scrawled a reply on the back before reaching over and planting it on her desk.

Halfway through the lesson his ghost sense went off, and several people who were just as bored as him looked at him happily as he was about to provide a great distraction.

He stuck his hand up in the air and waited for Lancer to stop his rant for a few seconds.

"Uh, Mr Lancer?"

"Daniel?" the teacher asked pleasantly. "Do you have anything to add on the social context of Frankenstein?"

"Uh, no." Danny said. "I need to go."

Lancer looked disappointed for a second, before deciding that he would rather be safe from a malevolent ghost than get Danny's views on a book, and waved his hand dismissively.

Danny glanced back at the window to see his whole class crowding round it to watch as he laid waste to Skulker yet again. He could see his teacher waving his hands in the background, trying to get everyone back to their seats.

When he got back to class, they had finally moved on from Frankenstein, and were talking about the next thing they would study – The Tempest. Not one of Danny's favourites.

Ah, who was he kidding. He'd never even heard of it.

Thankfully, this conversation was stopped before Lancer could get onto his weird obsession with William Shakespeare. It was stopped because the principal came into the room.

This wasn't a particularly rare thing, as she often came to check up on Danny, but it wasn't exactly common either, so the chatter and games of noughts and crosses stopped as she stepped in.

"Principal Ishiyama, what a surprise!"

"Yes, yes." She said impatiently. "Nice to see you too. I have an announcement."

"Yes?"

She sighed. "Your class has been chosen by a totally anonymous benefactor to visit the Danny Phantom museum and a weekend trip in New York."

"Oh yeah, totally anonymous." Danny drawled. "Does that mean Vlad Masters?"

"As I said, Mr Fenton, totally anonymous."

"He just wants to embarrass me." Danny groaned. "I mean seriously, Danny Phantom museum… wait what? Since when did I have a museum?"

'You didn't know?" Dash asked him looking confused. "I thought everyone knew now."

"Uh, no! why did no one tell me there's a museum about me? What the hell is so interesting about me that they have a whole ass museum?"

"You want a list?" Tucker grinned. "And also, this whole thing sounds like a bad fanfic trope."

"Only because you read too much fanfic." Sam reminded him.

"That's fair."

"So when do we go?" Star asked the principal.

They stood outside security in the airport waiting impatiently.

"He's been forever." Paulina groaned.

"They classed him as a dangerous weapon." Sam explained for the millionth time. "You're not allowed to carry weapons through."

They both looked up as they heard a sigh of relief come from near the security exit. Danny came trudging out, looking thoroughly annoyed.

"They searched me!" he complained. "And they thought I was lying about being me! Even when I got my passport out! And then I had to put on power dampeners to go through the machine. How did they even get hold of those things?" he shuddered. "I hate them."

"We know, Danny." Sam patted his shoulder. When Danny had first come back to school after the big reveal, the board had insisted he wear wristbands to weaken his powers so he couldn't hurt anyone, but they had eventually got them to relent and now he was free to be as he was before.

They got to their hotel two hours later and it wasn't long before everyone collapsed in their rooms, too exhausted to think about anything else but sleep. Danny on the other hand, had to think about Klemper, who had followed him all the way to New York to suggest that they go and see a Broadway show together as friends. Danny groaned and stuffed him into a thermos, apologising as he did, because the guy wasn't doing any harm.

The next day saw Lancer knocking on everyone's doors and trying his best to pretend to be cheerful at seven in the morning. The kids stumbled downstairs for breakfast and then piled on the coach to go to the honest to god Danny Phantom museum. It actually existed.

They knew exactly when they saw it, because it had one of those huge Phantom statues outside it, despite New York not being a capital, and it proclaimed its subject in huge lettering that had Danny blushing bright red.

Sam and Tucker grinned. Maybe this would be more fun than they thought if Danny was going to be embarrassed all the time they were there.

Danny groaned and covered his face.

A perky tour guide met them at the gates and waved a cheerful welcome, explaining what the museum was there for – as if it wasn't obvious – and checking that they all knew who Phantom was – duh!

They did not notice Danny, or if they did, they didn't say anything.

"So, here in the lobby, we have Phantom's origin story." They said, waving a hand to the display on the wall. "We all know about Phantom's ghost fighting, but did you know he is actually part human too?"

They looked at the class expectantly, who were all trying not to look at Danny.

"Cool, right? He's like a comic book superhero, but he's real!"

"Well obviously." Kwan muttered. The tour guide ignored him.

"Moving on," they called out, "Danny Fenton died in a portal accident in his parent's basement and his DNA was changed on a molecular level, with strands of ectoplasm fusing to it. I'm not a biologist, but I'm sure you know that the chances of this are incredibly small."

"How did they even know that?" Danny murmured incredulously.

"And here we have our photo gallery, as well as some replicas of the weapons Phantom uses in his fights. Obviously, none of them work – we wouldn't want any kid to get their hands on these."

"Yeah. Not like the world was being saved by a couple of those kids on a daily basis." Danny glared at the guide, leaning over to Sam and Tucker. "They really don't know that I'm here, do they?"

"Guess not. I can see why the world was oblivious for so long." Sam giggled.

It took until the mid-afternoon for the tour guide to realise they were from amity park, after which they started freaking out and it ended up being a personal Q&A for the kids on what it was like to live so close to Danny Phantom.

It took until Desiree turned up shortly after for them to realise Danny existed. He had calmly transformed and floated up to take care of the ghost and when he got back down, they were passed out on the floor. Lancer had called for medical assistance through his very professional laughter.

That evening, they went to see 'Danny Phantom: the musical' which made Danny both bright red and incredulous as he watched himself and someone who was clearly meant to be Sam flirt on stage. Sam herself was fuming at the representation and he knew she would be writing a strongly worded letter when they got back.

Tucker laughed it off back in their room afterwards.

Danny did end up enjoying the rest of his trip, but he had never been happier to get back to amity park on the Sunday night, especially after another fiasco at the airport where they had found the thermos and he had to persuade them not to empty it of all the dangerous (and not so dangerous) ghosts inside.

He slumped in his bed in his own house, tired out and not wanting to take any more fame. Fame sucked.

But seriously, why didn't he know there was a museum about him until now?