So here's chapter six everyone!

Potterhead2016: The biting thing was just supposed to be a distraction so Skulker could get away, but you've given me a great idea for the story, so thanks!

Werewolf2994: Thanks for the vote, and glad you're enjoying it so far.

LexyMaree: You're welcome, but you should try being insane sometimes. It's kinda fun

PhantomFanForever: I'll be sure to keep up the fluff (not overwhelming amounts, obviously, but it'll be recurring)

Angela: Once again you have an excellent question. How does Danny still have his logo? The art teacher at Casper High is a big Danny Phantom fan and made an assignment to create an abstract design of some kind to symbolize Phantom. Sam, who actually kinda enjoys art, made the logo as her assignment (this all takes place a few days before the events of Memory Storm starts). Danny and Sam have a fight over how secretive Danny has been becoming, and she wishes that Danny would include them (Sam and Tucker) in his secret. Desiree granted the wish and the next day it was as if Sam and Tucker had been with Danny since the beginning, but Danny retained his memories from the original time (because of his half-ghost/half-human composition other people's wishes don't fully affect him, but he can still make wishes himself. He'll just remember what it was like before). The episode proceeds with Sam and Tucker helping Danny as the day of meteor shower approaches (Desiree keeps herself hidden until then, so Danny can't wish her away before then) and there are various situations in which Sam and Tucker get mildly injured, and it is revealed to Danny that they are almost as scarred as he is from helping him all this time. When it comes time for Danny to wish Desiree away, he wishes for Desiree to "take back Sam's wish, and not have either Sam or Tucker remember that he is part ghost, but to make Sam's art project his logo." Thus, everything goes back to the way it was, but Danny now has a logo. Subsequently, Sam failed her art assignment because what she had turned in was now the exact same logo that Danny already had. He felt a guilty about that, but still wanted to keep the logo. I hope this explanation is sufficient, and you have some great questions!

Ghost: Don't worry, there will be a lot of close calls

Expergiscimini: I'm glad to hear it

Disclaimer. I don't own DP.


"Danny-o, pass me the wrench, would you?" Jack Fenton asked loudly.

"Sure," Danny replied. He yawned and grabbed a large wrench from the toolbox, before climbing up the tall ladder to where his parents were among the auditorium rafters. They were installing the ghost shield, and had requested Danny's help since it was free period.

"Thanks, Danny," Maddie smiled and grabbed the wrench before passing it to Jack, who tightened one of the final bolts. The shield generator was surprisingly simplistic in terms of looks. With all the inner workings protected by a boxy metal case emblazed with the word Fenton. Only three small antennas protruding from the top marred the flat surface, and a glowing power gauge that would be visible to anyone standing below.

Well, Maddie, I think that's it!" Jack beamed, slammed a large hand down on the box. The case rattled at the sudden impact, but remained intact.

"Alright, time to test it!" Maddie declared. Danny immediately slid down the ladder so as to be as far from the device as possible. He was almost out of the auditorium doors when it moaned to life, the bright green shield spreading out from the antennas and forming a protective cover over the majority of the auditorium. Danny found himself trapped, and a loud buzzing had suddenly filled his head.

Danny groaned, mostly due to the fact that he was now stuck until his parents decided the shield was satisfactory, and raised his hands to his ears. He experimentally covered them, and found that the buzzing did not stop, or decrease.

"Danny, are you okay?" Maddie asked from above, looking worriedly at her son.

"Fine, Mom," Danny called, removing his hands from his ears.

Damn. Must be because of the shield, Danny thought, glaring at the green wall. It wouldn't be the first time he had heard a slight buzzing while around his parent's shield on human form, but it had never been so loud. The last time he had been near one was when Pariah Dark attacked. And there was so much going on then, that a light buzzing wasn't really important.

The warning bell rang and Danny's parents looked down at their son, who didn't appear to be in any sort of hurry to leave.

"Danny, you're going to be late," Maddie called. Danny glanced up at them, then back at the shield.

"Um, yeah. I guess I should get going…" Danny's voice trailed off.

Maddie continued to watch her son as he remained in place. "Danny."

"Yes, Mom, going!" Danny said cheerfully. He gave her a small wave and she sighed, turning back to the shield generator. Danny quickly ducked behind a row of chairs and turned invisible. As he did so, a headache suddenly flared and Danny had to suppress a surprised cry of pain. This had never happened before. The shield must have been stronger. Danny panted, struggling to maintain his invisibility, until he heard his mother say "okay, Jack. The shield is fully functioning. We can turn it off."

The green barrio disappeared and Danny gratefully phased through the wall, but not before he heard his father's reply.

"I can't wait to try the new shield once we finish it."

Danny frowned, standing invisible in the hallway. He wanted to stay and hear more, but he was already running late for gym. Not that he would try to be on time anyways. Danny always made sure to stagger his entrance so that he could get changed alone. That way no one would see his muscles or his scars.

Just as Danny hoped, the changing room was empty when he arrived. He yawned as he dropped down onto one of the benches in the middle of the room, having gotten only that one of hour of sleep at the Far Frozen last night. The morning patrol had been dull and uneventful, but Danny wouldn't let that stop him from patrolling. He knew that, the moment he stopped, something big would happen and he wouldn't be there to keep everyone safe.

He was slow in changing, trading out his jeans for a long pair of shorts, his converses for runners. He was pulling off his shirt when the door to the change room burst open and Dash came running in, duffel bag in hand, while complaining about "slow old geezers." Danny assumed Dash had driven to Nasty Burger for lunch and hadn't left in time to make it for the bell.

Dash, having not yet, noticed Danny (who was standing frozen with his now removed shirt in his hands), threw down his duffle bag and practically dove inside. When he pulled out his own gym shirt, finally he saw Danny over the collar.

"Ugh, you're here before me?" Dash spat in disgust. He lowered the shirt he was holding, which revealed Danny's torso to the jock, and found himself as frozen as Danny was.

Later in the day, Danny would realize that he simply could have turned invisible before Dash had noticed him, but was too stunned by his sudden appearance to think of it. And now it was too late.

"Fenton?" Dash asked, as if he needed to seek confirm that this boy in front of him, who was totally ripped and covered in scars, was the same kid he beat up every day.

Danny just nodded dumbly in reply, before quickly turning his back on the jock and grabbing his shirt. This revealed his right arm to the blonde, who quickly noticed the jagged stitches and bright red wound they held together. Danny pulled his shirt on, one with long sleeves and as loose as all of his others, before quickly exiting the change room.

Dash watched him until the door closed behind the (formally assumed) weak boy. Fenton had muscles? And those scars! Had he fought people to earn them? Dash shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts, and as he slowly he changed realization dawned on him. If Fenton had muscles like that, he could probably fight Dash back every time he beat up the raven-haired boy. Dash's ego wouldn't allow him to admit that Danny may even win, but he felt a surge of anger.

Fenturd, the wimp, could have fought him back and didn't! Like he wasn't even worth it! Dash scowled and marched out of the change room. He couldn't have that, someone like him taking pity on the self-proclaimed king of Casper High! He'd have to teach Danny Fenton a lesson.


"You're late, Fenton, That's detention," Teslaff said as Danny joined Sam and Tucker standing a little ways from the rest of the class. Danny nodded and accepted the pink slip that she passed him.

"And you too, Baxter," Teslaff added as Dash entered the gym a couple seconds after.

"But, we have practice tonight!" Dash cried, indignant.

"We do, Baxter. And because of your tardiness, our star quarterback won't be there," Teslaff said. Danny couldn't help but grin. It would seem that the teachers had gained more sense in the first two weeks back to school then they had all last year. 'Celebrity' status would no longer be good enough for Dash to avoid detention.

I knew there was something I like about Teslaff, Danny said, still grinning.

"What are you smiling about, Fenturd?" Dash hissed when Teslaff turned away.

"Well, Dash. It's just that it looks like you won't be able to weasel your way out of any detentions. If Teslaff is giving you detention in place of practice, I doubt she'll try to convince other teachers not to the next you go whining to her," Danny said.

Dash was furious, because he knew that Danny was right. He clenched his fists, but before he could throw a punch, Teslaff had turned back to face them again.

"This year we are going to be doing fitness testing to keep track of and record your physical health. Everyone needs to take one of these sheets, then find a partner so you can start with today's testing. The dates when we will be doing each test are already written on the sheet, so remember to bring these to class on those days." Everyone shuffled forwards, grabbing a paper from Teslaff's clipboard, then drifted off to find partners. Danny automatically moved towards Sam, and Tucker went off to find Valerie.

Danny glanced down at the paper.

Heart rate before activities:

Number of push-ups in a row:

Number of sit-ups in one minute:

Heart rate after:

Written below some of the other days were things like 10 minutes run, beep test, and timed run.

Danny paled as he stared down at the sheet. Heart rate. He gulped and glanced up at Sam, hoping that they would simply check their own heart rate.

"Okay, everyone start testing your partner's heart rate. I have one minute timer set, when you finish, write down their heart rate, and switch." Danny was wondering if it wouldn't be too late to skip class when suddenly Teslaff shouted.

"Baxter! Lee! Stop fooling around!" Dash and Kwan, who had been throwing around a football (where they had pulled it from no one knew, and didn't really want to ask) stopped, and the football dropped between Kwan's open hands. Teslaff glared at the two jocks, Kwan looking sheepish and apologetic while Dash almost glared back, then scanned the groups of partners around the gym before settling on Sam and Danny.

"Lee, you're with Manson. Baxter, you're now with Fenton. Maybe now you'll actually pay attention," Teslaff said.

Danny's eyes flickered between Sam and Dash. Dash was the last person that he wanted to be paired with. Dash, for some reason, didn't appear to hold that sentiment. He was briskly striding across the gym and Danny started wondering if the jock was going to punch him as soon as he stopped. But Dash didn't. He simply halted abruptly about a foot from Danny and glared down at him.

Although, he was only glaring down by an inch or two, and that was because Danny took special care never to stand at his full height when he was Fenton.

"Let's just get this over with, Dash," Danny sighed, reaching out either to take Dash's wrist, or offer his own. Dash reached out and, much to Danny's chagrin, grabbed the halfa's wrist. Dash flinched at how cold he was, but didn't say anything. He had been expecting it, since the events of the first Ghostketeer meeting.

"Fenton, what's with your finger?" Dash asked suddenly.

"What?" Danny looked at his hand, and saw a strange, black, crescent shaped bruise. In fact, it looked a little like teeth marks.

"Skulker," Danny growled quietly, then looked up at Dash. "It's a bruise, Dash, not a rabid dog. Just get this over with."

Dash scowled, but went ahead anyways. He lowered two fingers onto Danny's wrist, and continued to frown. "I don't think I can find-"

Dash's words were cut off as Danny suddenly spun out of his grasp, turning his back to the jock so he wouldn't see the blue mist escaping from Danny's mouth. Whatever ghost that was approaching was powerful, and it wasn't one that Danny recognized.

"Ms. Teslaff, may I go to the washroom?" Danny asked quickly. He didn't wait to see if Teslaff replied, and rushed out of the gym. This ghost was more important than the risk of more detention. As he changed into his ghost form, the ecto-exodus alarm started blaring. The sharp sound bit into his skull and Danny winced as he flew through the ceiling. Outside the building, the alarm wasn't as loud, its main priority being deterring ghosts from entering the school. Messing around outside of it? Apparently Danny's parents weren't too worried about that.

Danny circled the school, green eyes scanning the area for any sign of a ghost. He was turn back to the parking lot when something slammed into his side. Danny a sharp crack and fell from the sky, slamming hard enough into the ground to make a shallow, Danny-sized crater. He groaned clutching his side an assessing the damage.

At least two rib fractures. Possibly a break. Danny turned his hand intangible and probed his ribs, finding that one was, indeed, broken. He hissed in pain as he realigned the bone, then looked to the sky for his attacker. His immediate thought was that someone had released Pariah Dark from his tomb, because the skeleton ghosts were his.

But this ghost was different. It wasn't green, like the ones in Pariah's army had been. Instead of was black and had bright, yellow eyes. The armour it bore was distinctly Viking.

Before Danny could move out of the way, the ghost was upon him, one bony (pun fully intended) knee on his chest, and a skeletal hand wrapped around his throat. The ghost's mouth opened and a grin mist poured from between its teeth. Dany struggled under its strong grip, then pressed a firm hand against the skeletons chest. Ice spread across the bones and Danny punched it quickly. The skeleton shattered and broke apart, allowing Danny to fly up and out of harm's way. He was reaching for the Fenton Thermos at his hip when the broken bones were drawn together and the skeleton reformed.

This was definitely not one of Pariah's minions. They had been weak and were only overwhelming in large numbers. This skeleton was easily on par with Skulker, maybe even stronger. When it finished reforming, it raised its sword and slashed through the air. A wave of ecto-energy barrelled towards Danny, but he was easily able to dodge and send his own ecto-attack.

The blasts knocked the skeleton back, but otherwise did very little damage.

Danny quickly raised a shield as the skeleton struck out with his sword, and decided to focus on disarming it. He aimed for the skeleton's wrist, firing several quick, short blasts while avoiding getting his head chopped off. He mostly succeeded, but the tip of the blade ended up dragging against the edge of Danny's throat. Not deep enough to be of worry, but enough to be cumbersome.

The halfa hissed, pressed a hand to his throat and pulled it away covered in green ectoplasm and flecks of red blood. He ducked out of the way of the next attack and stepped inside the skeletons reach. Moving swiftly, he grabbed the skeleton's wrist in his hands and pulled, twisted as he did so. The bones snapped and broke apart, and Danny quickly relinquished his hold of the skeleton in favour of the sword, and his thermos. He threw the blade across the lot and pulled the canister from his side, spinning around to face his foe.

The skeleton leapt up, preparing for a physical attack, but instead jumped right into the path of the thermos beam. The ghost wailed as it was sucked into the thermos, and Danny slammed the lid on tight. He looked at the sword stuck in the ground a few metres away and contemplated what to do with it. He flew over and stared down at it, reaching to pull it from the ground. But the moment his fingers brushed the hilt, the sword disintegrated.

Dany jumped back in surprise as the blob of ectoplasm dispersed.

"Well, at least that takes care of that," Danny muttered, then groaned. His side was aching and his throat stung, but at least the bleeding had stopped. By the end of the hour, only a thin line would remain of the wound. In about five hours, his ribs would be fully healed. Danny flew back into the school, ignoring the blaring alarm, and unaware of the curious eyes that had watched the fight.


And that's the end of chapter 6! Who was watching Danny fight? Will this person be the one to discover his secret? Take a guess, and keep voting! We have a tie at the moment, although I won't tell you who it is between.

I'll also be starting up a Danny Phantom challenge fic soon, but you can see the details of that when I post the first chapter.

'See' you all next chapter!