So I just realized that I forgot to do this when it happened, so here it is a little late. Whooooo over 50 reviews! I love all you guys for reading my story, and I hope it continues to meet your standards!
Annnd moving on.
Potterheads2016: I won't tell you all the details, but Danny's parents will find out by accident. The others I'll just keep a secret for now ;) And Snowstorm is an OC, inspired by other yeti OC's I found in other fanfictions, because Frostbite can't be the only person in the Far Frozen that Danny talks to
LooneyAces: Oh, things are gonna get real good, real soon
Sophia Daughter of Nyx: Thanks!
Aren't you happy I updated so soon? Aren't you? You might not be, considering this is an extreeeemely short chapter. Sorry about that, but you'll love it when you read it!
Enjoy!
Danny Fenton's gym class was standing around the Amity Park public pool. At last minute, Teslaff had decided to add swimming laps to the fitness testing, and had booked the pool and brought the class over. Currently, Teslaff was reaming Danny because he refused to take off his long sleeved shirt which, Dash noticed, had a slightly higher collar than usual.
Despite the assumptions made about Dash Baxter, he was not a stupid boy. He may not have been book smart, but he wasn't stupid. This smarts were one of the reasons he had yet to exact his revenge on Danny Fenton for thinking that he didn't have to fight Dash back. First, he needed to figure Fenton out.
The dweeb had been his personal punching bag for a long time, ever since fourth grade, in fact, when Danny had dared to stand up to Dash and stopped him from wailing on that Mikey kid. He had never (to Dash's knowledge) fought back since that day. Now that he knew Danny easily could have, he needed to reassert his dominance by making Fenturd fight back, and beating the crap out of him.
So, Dash had taken to observing Fenton closely. Every time he slammed Danny into a locker, Dash noted the lack of a wince. Every time he threw a bunch, he noticed how it took Danny a moment to act pained, as if he had to remember that that should have hurt. And what about all of those scars? Dash assumed that he had given Danny some of them, which, in the deepest part of his mind, made him feeling guilty, but there's no way he was the cause of all of them.
So, the question became, who exactly is Danny Fenton? And what does he do?
Dash started to make a mental list.
Fenton sucked at school, so he was stupid. But, he could write and speak Latin apparently, so he must not have been that stupid.
He was a pathetic wimp, first out the door whenever a ghost attacked. But, he knew how to handle a gun, and he had spoken calmly to that monster ghost when they went into the Ghost Zone last Friday. Plus he had all those muscles, so he must not have been that wimpy.
He was a scaredy-cat, had to be since he always ran away from ghosts. But, again, he conversed calmly with the yeti. So he must not have been that scared.
Dash grabbed his head and groaned in frustration. He wasn't answering any questions, he was only getting more!
Think, Dash, think! What do you really know about Fentina?
He speaks Latin.
He isn't afraid of ghosts.
He's strong, knows how to handle a gun, and probably knows how to fight.
He might actually be smart.
He is covered in scars and has that strange bruise on his finger.
He is always, always, always the first to leave when a ghost comes.
Dash suddenly stopped pacing. Fenton doesn't leave when the ghost comes, he always leaves a minute or two before. Every time he runs out the door, shouting urgently about how he has to use the bathroom or grab something from the locker, a ghost would appear, and then Phantom come soon after to fight it off. Then Phantom would disappear as soon as the fight was over, and Danny would usually return to class a few minutes later—although sometimes he didn't return at all—looking as though he had just been jumped. A couple times he was even hiding a limp.
Frowning, Dash turned to look at Fenton, who was losing his argument with Teslaff. Finally, the gym teacher shouted something about "the shirt going, or you're going to detention!" and Fenton sighed in frustration. He glared at Teslaff while complying to her order, and pulling off his shirt.
The class, who had been watching the argument with mild amusement, gasped, and several of the girls giggled. They all took note of Fenton's toned abs. But Dash, who had already known Fenton actually had muscles, focused on the scars before the rest of the class noticed them.
Several more gasps ensued from the watching class as noticed that there was more scar tissue than healthy skin, but Dash found himself noticing three specific things. A black line stretched from Fenton's finger, where he had noticed the bruise was last week, up his arm and to his chest before it ended at a slight split. The cut on his arm was fully healed, just another scar over the others. And there, on his throat, was something new.
The scar was deceptively elegant looking, a white line stretching from the left side of his neck to curl around his throat. But it was a scar that should have come from a fatal wound. A wound that Dash had seen an ebony skeleton give to Danny Phantom.
*GASP* Has Dash figured it out? I know that this chapter is extremely, frustratingly short, but I didn't want Dash's though process to be tossed in with another chapter. It just didn't feel right, so here it is all on its lonesome. Bonus about the short chapter? Two updates in one day! Yay! Sing, rejoice, and be merry!
All while wondering what Dash is going to do now. Do you think Dash actually figured it out? Is he smart enough to connect the very obvious dots? And what will he say to Danny?
So many questions, but no answers! Not yet anyways. You guys will just have to wait for that.
'See' you next time!
