It felt like he was ripped from his body and shoved back in. From the second he went to sleep to the second he was slapped awake. He wouldn't have even known he'd shot a ghost ray if it wasn't for the tingling sensation in his fingers or the sound of curses coming from beside him.

When his eyes were able to focus, he found that he was looking directly into the eyes of his best friend.

"Dude…" Tucker's voice was filled with awe, but Danny wasn't able to figure out why before he felt a wave of heat wash over his skin. Black dots temporarily took over his vision and he could feel his eyes droop low. It was hot.

"Tucker?" Danny unconsciously reached out for his friend, finding his arm and gripping it tight.

"Yeah, I'm right here buddy, what's wrong."

"S' hot.." The ghostly teen slurred.

"Ok, ok, let's- oh geez - Ice sound good?"

"Y-yeah."

Tucker moved off the bed and gently maneuvered Danny so his arm was draped around his shoulder. He tried not to pay any attention to the sweat pooling off of his friend and onto his neck.

When the teen was satisfied that Danny was semi-secure, he pulled and helped the hero down from the bed. They then gingerly made their way out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen.

The second they got to the fridge, he set Danny down, not expecting him to just fall into a heap on the floor. The hero let out a heavy sigh as he felt the cool tile on his skin. It honestly would've been funny if he hadn't looked so utterly exhausted.

Tucker went and opened a drawer, pulling out a big ziplock bag, then continued on to the freezer. He put three big scoops in the bag then closed it.

"Here you go dude.." Tucker handed him the bag and Danny grasped it, slowly putting it on the back of his neck and sighing. Tucker creased his eyebrows. "I'll get you some water."

He grabbed a cup from the cupboard, filled it with more ice, then put water in it. Danny drank it rather greedily, basically downing it in one gulp.

"Hold up a second.. I'm gonna call Sam."

"O-" He closed his eyes slightly. "Okay."

The African American gave him one last glance before turning around and pressing on Sam's contact number. He was probably gonna get a little bit of an earful considering it was 3 in the morning.

When the phone started ringing he brought it up to his ear, waiting for her to answer. But she didn't. He huffed, then tried again. Until finally, on the third try, Sam's agitated voice came over the line.

"Tucker you better have a good reason for this, or I swear I'm gonna-"

"Sam.. I don't have time for this.. Could you possibly come over to the house? Something's wrong with Danny."

There was silence for a second before she replied with a quick, "Be right there" then hung up.

"Man," Tucker sighed and put his phone in his pocket. "I'm glad my parents are out.." He turned back to Danny and crouched down next to him. "Alright buddy, let's get you to the couch, that ok?"

"Y-yeah.."

Tuck draped his arm around his neck again and pulled him off the floor. Danny clutched the ice to his chest, groaning. He felt like shit and he didn't even know why. They made it to the couch and the ghost boy just allowed himself to fall heavily on the cushions. Appreciating the coolness of the leather at first, but quickly coming to hate the heat that followed after. He wanted to sit up the moment he lied down but couldn't find the energy to.

"Sam's gonna be here any second ok? And then we'll figure out what's happening." Tucker put his hands on his hip, glancing at the door expectantly.

There was a long period of silence.

"T-Tucker…" Danny reached over, trying to grasp his arm. Said friend looked down and moved where Danny pulled.

"Yeah buddy?"

"S'getting.." He gulped. "really hot."

"I know, I know.. Just hold on for a little longer?" Tucker was honestly at a lose on what to do.

"It's starting to hurt." Danny curled in on himself, letting go of Tuck's arm in favor of pressing the semi-melted ice pack to his chest. His eyes squeezed shut.

"Hold on." Was all Tucker felt he could say. "I'll get mor-"

The bell rung and the teen perked up, he faced the ghost hero once again telling him to 'hold on' before he went for the door. He opened it and Sam came in to view. But he wasn't able to get a word out before they heard a loud and painful yell. Without a second's thought they both sprinted to the couch, Tucker in lead.

"What's wrong with him?!" Sam yelled when they got there. Danny was shaking harshly, clutching his torso.

"I don't know! He wasn't like that a second ago!"

Another pained yell pierced through the apartment as Danny arched his back like he was being electrocuted.

"Tucker! Do something!" Sam moved her arms rapidly.

"Like what!?"

"I don't know! Something!"

The ghost boy suddenly turned on the couch, gripping the side til his knuckles were white. His teeth were grit in pain and his eyes were glued shut. Sam quickly kneeled down next to the couch, placing a hand on the side of his head and one on his arm. "Danny! Danny! Calm down! What's happening?"

Danny opened his eyes slightly to look at Sam, sucking in heavy breaths.

Sam stared.

Golden light was glowing, almost leaking, out of his irises.

"F-Frost-" He grimaced. "Bi-te."

Sam shook her head, snapping herself out of it. This was no time to notice new features.

"Okay, Okay," Sam got up and ran over to Tucker who seemed to be in shock. She gripped the sides of his arms and shook him. "Tuck! Tucker! Where's your parent's car keys?"

"Why would you-"

"Tucker!"

"It's it the drawer next to the sink."

"Okay, get Danny and put him in the car!"

"But-"

"Now!"

Tucker didn't hesitate and neither did Sam. She ran to the kitchen, opening the drawer. It took some frantic looking before she held the keys in her hands. Tucker draped Danny's arm over his neck again. Only this time he was even more hot and sweaty. They were halfway to the garage before Sam caught up to them, draping his other arm around her neck, allowing them to go 2x faster to the car. They put him in the back seat, then Sam ran and jumped over the hood of the car. "Tuck, stay back there with him."

"Why do you get to drive?"

"Deal." Sam all but growled out and Tucker didn't argue anymore. They both got in the car and Sam immediately opened the garage. She didn't have her license yet, but she had her permit. So screw the law.

She glanced back and reversed out of the garage and onto the paved road. She barely remembered to close the garage before taking off.

Another yell rippled through the air and the temperature in the car changed drastically. It was like the when a ghost would come in the room and it would get colder, only it was the opposite. Sweat poured from Sam's forehead, dampening her hair and one could only guess it was the same for Tucker.

"Turn on the AC!" Tucker yelled from the back, trying to get Danny to calm down. Sam instantly compiled without reply. Another yell, close to a scream, erupted from the ghost boy. She grimaced, unconsciously pressing on the gas more. They were so close to Fenton Works.

But she put a restraint on herself.

They did NOT need to be pulled over right now.

"OW!" Tucker yelped in the back seat.

Sam panicked for an instant. "What!? What's wrong?"

"His skin burned me!" He cursed. "It's getting worse! Where the hell are we going?!"

"We're going to Frostbite!"

"Well hurry up!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!" Her eyes were wide with anger and panic.

"Mother fudger!" Tucker cursed again, clutching the passenger seat chair to a avoid touching Danny's skin. "I'm coming up!"

He hopped up to the passenger seat, bouncing slightly, making sure to keep his body facing the ghost boy. He was so at a lost on what to do. He's never seen Danny like this.

"We're almost there buddy, hang on!"

Two minutes later, they were pulling into the Fenton Works driveway.

I am really sorry about the long wait, it's been a heck of a school year, but here it is! Finally! Please favorite, follow, or review. I will now be able to update regularly, so stay tuned!