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It happened fast.

Tucker hadn't exactly known what to expect-hadn't had time to think the entire idea through-when Danny began to take control.

The force of it sent him backward into the chair but he didn't feel the impact. Liquid ice exploded in his chest and sped quickly down his legs and through his arms, alighting his nerves and numbing everything it touched. Tucker suddenly felt weightless. His eyes were screwed shut and everything was dark and cold and suddenly a pressure was surrounding him. A strong, cold pressure at all sides, pushing him away from himself. And, well, he panicked.

Not just panicked, either.

He freaked out.

He tried to open his eyes but found that he couldn't. Tried to move, but his limbs felt like lead. He no longer had control over any part of his body. He was trapped in a dark, cold recess of his mind. And it felt vulnerable. His own body was no longer his and all other thought disappeared. Just as any drowning victim, Tucker tried to claw his way back to surface because this was so not what he expected but he was clearly not as strong as the pressure surrounding him. And that just terrified him more.

Tucker!

If he had control of his lungs he'd be hyperventilating by now. He pushed and shoved and struggled against the hold, panic consuming him.

Tucker, stop fighting me!

And suddenly, the dark world disappeared and his eyes opened of their own accord. He saw the room he was held in at the GIW headquarters. Saw the door opening, and the agents filing in. And rational thought was again thrown out the window and he was struggling even harder.

Tucker, please...

The voice was somewhere in his mind, and this time it was pained and pleading. Tucker stilled, because he recognized it.

D-Danny? he wondered, still trying to find something to cling onto in the void of nothingness.

Yes, said Danny in a strained voice, and Tucker's fear froze as his best friend's voice floated into his mind. Right. Danny. It was just Danny.

I can't move, said Tucker fearfully.

Almost like a sigh emanated from Danny's mind. I know. I'm sorry. I won't hurt you, Tucker. I swear. Please don't be scared.

Tucker's panic hesitated again, wondering why Danny felt the need to say that. And then it hit him. Danny thought he was scared of him.

Which… wasn't so far off the target.

At the moment, he was.

He was completely and utterly under Danny's control. At his will and mercy. Danny was much stronger than he was, and even if he tried, Tucker knew there was nothing he could do unless Danny let him. And that wasn't something Tucker had ever thought of even after Danny told him and Sam about overshadowing his father.

And Jack hadn't even been aware.

For some reason, Tucker never quite realized just how much power Danny had over people. And just how powerful he was.

But if anyone had to take full control of him, anyone that Tucker would be able to trust completely, it would be Danny.

Taking a facsimile of a deep breath, Tucker tried to calm himself down. The calmer he felt, however, the further he felt from the control of his body. It was as if an ocean current was taking him further and further away from the shore. He felt himself start to fight it but he stopped, stilling, as if treading in deep water. Completely ungrounded and vulnerable.

I know, said Tucker, wondering if Danny could still feel his fear. I trust you.

And a strong wave of relief hit him, and Tucker quickly realized that was from Danny.

Tucker focused back on what he-what Danny-was looking at. He felt as if he were watching a screen from a chair in a theatre. Seeing everything as it was happening, but unable to interact with it. His panic jumped again but he kept it at bay, doing his best not to interfere with Danny's control.

Now three agents were walking toward them. One of them was Agent E, and it sparked a burst of fear.

That's Agent E, thought Tucker, unable to keep the fear from coating it.

He felt Danny's determined resolve.

She won't hurt you.

Tucker suddenly felt a wave of his own relief. Danny was here, he'd protect him. Somewhere he wondered who would protect Danny but Agent E interrupted his thought.

"Hello, Ghost." said E with a cold grin.

If he could, Tucker would have smacked his forehead with his palm. The entire time, the GIW believed Danny was overshadowing him. And now, he actually was.

Ironic, deadpanned Danny.

Tucker froze. You heard me?

A little guilt from Danny. I can hear everything you think, Tucker.

Tucker let himself wade a little further away from the shore.

"Hm." said Agent E, and both Danny and Tucker's focus snapped back to her. "You are a strong one, Mr. Phantom. I'm surprised you've lasted this long." She shrugged. "Time will tell, then."

Both Tucker and Danny's confusion and apprehension mixed with each other.

"Let's try this once more," said E. "Remove yourself from the boy. Now."

If anything, the pressure around Tucker-Danny-grew stronger. Almost in a protective way. And this time it made Tucker feel safer.

"For the last time," said Danny, his voice coming out flawlessly as Tucker. "I'm just a high school student!"

Out of nowhere, Tucker felt a muted jerk of pain and his view jerked sharply to the side. It took him a moment-and the burst of Danny's anger-to realize that E had slapped him.

"Don't like that, do you, Ghost?" asked E, and Tucker watched her sinister smile grow through his slitted eyes.

Tucker's head moved, to glare at her fully.

"Well," said E, moving to the table beside them. She picked up a long, jagged knife. She held it up in front of Tucker's eyes and Tucker felt Danny tense his body. "The electricity will be a spa treatment compared to this." She twisted the knife in her grip, making Danny tense harder. "This through the boy's leg would be quite excruciating, I assume."

Tucker's panic was back, full force.

His instinct-to run-was impossible, but he reflexively tried anyway. He tried to catch the reins of his control, but they were too far away. He just wanted to get the hell out of here, now.

Tucker..!

"Ah. See that, Agents? We're getting a reaction on this one."

The panic was just too strong, he couldn't unsee the knife. Tucker struggled harder until-

"Tucker, stop!"

Tucker froze.

Danny froze.

Each of the agents froze.

Because Danny said that out loud.

Agent E grinned wider. "There you are."

"The host," said one of the other agents. "The student's name is Tucker Foley. He said so in the van on the way here."

Danny… thought Tucker in a small voice.

Danny didn't respond.

But Tucker could feel his fear.

E was still smiling. "The host is trying to fight back." She tilted her head. "Not so strong, are we, now, Ghost? We know you're inside the boy. There's no sense in staying. You think we won't hurt him to get to you?" she asked. She leaned close in, inches from Tucker's face. "You think we won't kill him to get to you?"

Anger, deep, black anger. Danny was furious.

Danny raised Tucker's head. "If you hurt him," he said dangerously, in a tone that chilled Tucker to his core, "I promise you a worse fate."

The threat only made E more satisfied. "Show yourself, Ghost. Don't be a coward."

That gave rise inside Danny.

Danny… thought Tucker shakily. What do we do?

Danny didn't say anything. And his silence did nothing to make Tucker feel any better.

He didn't know what to do.

"Well," said E, straightening up. She clearly realized Danny wasn't going to leave Tucker that easily. "You made one vital mistake, Ghost."

Danny tensed.

"You've proven your one weakness."

Tucker's chest tightened with Danny's fear.

"The boy."

E raised the knife, and Danny shut Tucker's eyes.