Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
AN: It was supposed to be a cute dribble. Then I thought it would make an introduction for some back story for another fic I am working on. Then my Danny-Muse totally hijacked it. So if you object to the content: blame him.
Part 1: Prank Phone Call
The pounding on the door woke Danny up. "Danny!" yelled Jazz, "Phone for you."
Danny rubbed his eyes. His cell phone lay silently on his desk. That meant it wasn't Sam or Tucker…
"Danny!" Jazz shouted and thumped the door again.
… and obviously not Jazz either.
He blinked stupidly as his brain slowly seemed to come on line. It must be the house phone.
"Tell whoever it is, I'll call him back," Danny called and reached for his pillow.
Jazz banged on the door with renewed vigor. "Open the door! You need to take this call…now."
Danny groaned and pushed the blankets off. He stumbled to the door.
"If you didn't lock your door I could have brought the phone to you," Jazz told him.
"That was why I locked the door," he mumbled semi-coherently as he unlocked the door.
Jazz pushed the door open and held out the phone to him. "It's for you," she said needlessly.
He leaned against the door frame for support as he put the phone up to his ear giving Jazz a glare. She had better not have woken him up for some pesky reporter. "Hello?"
"Daniel Fenton?" the voice asked. It was deep and rich and sounded oddly familiar but Danny couldn't recognize it.
"Yeah? Who is this?" he asked, suppressing a yawn.
"I'm the President," the voice answered.
"The president of what?" Danny asked.
There was a slight chuckle and the voice continued, "The President of the United States of America."
.
.
There was a pause and the silence stretched.
Danny began to laugh, "Who are you really? Did Tuck put you up to this?"
"Tuck?" the man asked.
Some indistinct background voices come over the phone and then the man told him, "Mayor Elect Foley is not involved with this call and I assure you that I am indeed who I say I am."
"You woke me up on a Sunday for one of Tucker's practical jokes? And I bet you went along with it because one of your psychology books said it would be good for me to have something normal teasing or something, Danny accused.
"This is not a practical joke, Mr. Fenton," the man insisted.
"Sheesh!" Danny turned to vent his annoyance on Jazz but stopped when he saw the look on his sister's face. The expression could only be described as aghast.
"Mr. Phantom, I am calling to express my gratitude both personally and on behalf of the American people for saving the world from the asteroid," the man said.
"Ph..ph..Phantom?" Danny stammered.
"As the Commander in Chief, I have enough security clearance to know who you are, Mr. Phantom," the President said.
Then it clicked: Tucker had a quirky sense of humor but he'd never betray Danny's secret for such a trivial reason, the familiarity of the voice from televised speeches, Jazz's expression somewhere between laughter and dismay…
"It's not a joke, Danny," Jazz's agitated gestures confirming his dawning realization.
"Oh," Danny choked, "You're really him."