Tuesday didn't start off that well for Dash. He woke up later than he intended having stayed up late to work on some sketches, and didn't have time to really grab more than a toaster pastry for his breakfast. The next thing that happened was that his car wouldn't crank this morning so he had to ride his bike to work which put him further behind his routine. Now sitting in the lifeguard chair he wished he hadn't killed himself trying to get to the pool on time. The morning was thick with clouds and it didn't look like the sun was going to come out any time soon so no one was even there. Even though the pool was empty, though, he still had to sit there on the hard white chair and keep watch should anyone come.

"Geeze… No one's gonna come when it's this cloudy out. I bet even Fenton is staying home or going for a run or whatever it is he'd do to train." Dash grumbled thinking about Danny again. The way the guy fought last night had been really impressive and he wondered just how long he had been learning that stuff. Needless to say the guy he had been picking on over the last few years was remarkably stronger than he had let on.

Thinking more on it, Dash started to wonder why he had ever even started to pick on the guy. Sure he had hung out with that weird Goth chick who made everyone roll their eyes at her overly opinionated self and that techno geek who thought he was God's gift to women and had all the right moves, but Fenton was just another story all together. Sure he was a bit clumsy and awkward over the years, and his parents were freaks who hunted ghosts but the way he stepped up to help his bully made him reevaluate things. Manson wouldn't have done something like that, and Foley wouldn't have been likely to help much as anything other than a distraction. Fenton though didn't seem to hesitate. He jumped right into that fight even though he was outnumbered and that thought kept on circling around his head. Why would Fenton do something so reckless? It was like he acted on some crazy impulse or instinct and the more Dash thought about it, the less it made sense.

The blond just sat there for a moment staring at the pool so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that he had fallen asleep until he heard a splash. He straightened up and looked around to see that familiar shape from yesterday glide through the water like a fish. Dash watched him as he swam again pushing himself as hard as he could to reach the other side of the pool, shove off, and shoot back towards the other end. He still found it crazy that Fenton could be such a good swimmer when he had never known the guy to be athletic in any way at all.

'Then again,' he thought, 'I've never seen the guy swim. Maybe he was always a good swimmer and I just never got a chance to see him.'

Dash watched him swim for another two hours before the guy got out to rest. Instead of just walking off though he pulled out a towel from his bag and laid it across a lounge chair to lie down. Dash turned to watch him for a moment, having nothing better to do and just sighed. Fenton just laid there with a contented look on his face like he was enjoying the cool morning air and being soaked. It was actually a little funny to see him look so serene, Dash had never seen him look like that before.

As Dash had thought, no one came to the pool the entire morning but Fenton and after his shift was over and the next lifeguard came to take his place for the next four hours he went over to check on the sleeping boy. He had dried off over an hour ago but had just continued to lay there asleep and dead to the world. He looked down at other teen for a second before nudging him.

"Huzzah?" Danny blinked awake and sat up rubbing at his eyes as they fell onto the blond before him, "Dash? What's going on why'd you wake me up?"

"Well for starters: you've been asleep for awhile now and my shift ended. If you're so tired you should head on home to get some rest." A sudden rumbling from Dash's stomach caused a blush to come to the jock's face and Fenton to look down in surprise, "And I should get home to get some decent food in my gut."

"Well uh…," Dash watched for a moment as Fenton rummaged through his bag and pulled out a banana. He split it in half and then offered the top part to Dash, "Here, I'm going home anyway so you can have half of this if you're hungry."

"Uh… Thanks," Dash took the offered half and ate it quickly, "Man, that hits the spot. You headin' home I guess then?"

"Yeah, I should get home, get some more work done and find some stuff to do I guess," Dash watched as the raven haired teen started to pack up his stuff and fidgeted uncomfortably under his gaze.

"I guess I'll see ya tomorrow then."

"Yeah," Danny chuckled, "Unless you get mugged and I have to help save you again."

"I could have handled those guys myself even without you." Dash grunted and felt a pang of regret stab at how much harsher that sounded than he had meant it to.

"Yeah, still couldn't let them gang up on you like that. Wasn't fair." Dash just muttered in agreement before Fenton stood up with his bag over his shoulder and started to walk off with Dash following him to his bike.

When they got out to the parking lot, Fenton noticed that Dash was unlocking a bike from a post that it was against, "I thought you had a car?"

"I do," Dash turned around with a look of mild annoyance on his face, "But it wouldn't start this morning and I didn't have time to see what was wrong with it so I had to ride my bike today."

"That's too bad; want me to take a look at it?"

"You?" Dash looked back at Fenton with a look of amazement, "What do you know about car engines or anything mechanical?"

"My parents are inventors and built an RV from scratch before for starters."

"You mean that ridiculous tank looking thing they're always driving around town at like 90 miles an hour when they're trying to catch a ghost?" Dash couldn't help but poke fun at Fenton and smirked when he saw a slight blush come to the young man's cheeks.

"They haven't done that in ages I'll have you know, but yes, they built that from scratch and after helping them work on it a bunch I started to get into engines and learning about how to fix cars and build things. I'm even in the process of building my own bike."

Dash stood up from his bike chain and looked at Fenton with a curious eye, "Now when you say 'bike'…?" He looked at his own simple bicycle and then back to the teen before him.

"I mean an actual motorcycle," he smirked with a bit of pride and stuck out his chest ever so slightly.

"It's actually going slowly because I can't think up a design yet, but I'll figure something out. Anyway you want me to come over and look at your car?"

"Uh… yeah sure you can come over right now if you want; my parents are at work so it's just me."

He just nodded and started to walk along the pavement next to Dash. An uneasy silence filled the air between them as they walked along. Dash didn't know why this was happening, he didn't know why this guy who he had labeled as a loser for so many years, shoved into lockers, and pulled countless pranks on was willing to help him. He also couldn't help looking over at him every so often to see how much he had changed without realizing it.

The guy really had changed over the years. He had let his hair grow out a bit and he currently had it pulled back into a pony tail and he had really shot up too. Dash still remembered their freshman year when the guy was nearly a foot shorter than him and now he was only about an inch or so from being the same height and he had grown a few more inches over the years himself. The guy had also filled out some gaining muscle mass and if what he saw last night was any indication Dash felt that if he actually tried to pick a fight with the guy he wouldn't find it as easy as he would have a few years ago.

Once they finally reached the Baxter residence Dash lead them to the garage where his vehicle was parked. It wasn't anything too special, just a normal car that was a few years old but was in pretty good condition. Today was actually the first time Dash had ever had any kinds of problems with it and if he had had more time he might have popped the hood himself to look inside.

"Nice car," Fenton looked it over and went to the hood of the car, "Pop the hood up and I'll see if I can tell what's wrong."

Dash just shrugged his shoulders and did as he was told. The keys were still inside since it was safe inside the garage and with a press of the button the hood was unlocked and Fenton had it raised up to look inside.

"Ha! Found the problem!" Dash hadn't even managed to get out of the car before Fenton said that.

"What? How'd you figure that out so fast?"

"Like I said I've been tinkering around cars for awhile now, I can figure a few things out," he pulled out something from under the hood and smirked, "Lucky for you, it's just a dead spark plug. Doesn't cost much at all to replace. Just take that to the auto parts store a few blocks away and ask for a new one, then you can bring it back and install it. Simple."

"Uhh, thanks then I guess."

"Ehh it's nothing, I just like working on engines." Fenton smiled and then realized who he was talking to and cleared his throat feeling a bit uneasy again. He stood that way for a moment before he just started to walk towards the door, "Well I guess that's that. Glad to be of help and let me know if you have any more trouble and maybe I can come by again and help you out. I've got plenty of time."

"What about working on your bike?"

"Ehh until I can get a design I like in my head it's slow going. Once I figure out what I want it to look like though I'll be able to get it done a lot faster."

With that being said the teen left leaving Dash behind to wonder more about the guy he had thought he knew. Fenton had been a loser for years before but it seemed like there was so much more to him than he had initially thought.

"Maybe I should try to act nicer to the guy," Dash shook his head and shrugged, "Ehh whatever, first lunch and then question my life choices while I go get a spark plug."

Heading inside Dash made his way up to his room to change out of his swim suit and into some shorts and a simple t-shirt. Before heading back down he grabbed a sketch book and headed to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. As he sat down with his ham and cheese and a bag of chips, Dash opened up his book to a blank page and found himself doodling designs for his comic for a few minutes before changing to drawing a motorcycle. He thought more about Fenton and what he was learning about him and for some reason the idea of the guy building his own bike really impressed him.

After he drew up a few basic components though, Dash decided that he didn't know what a motorcycle looked like well enough to draw one from memory. He closed his book and finished off his sandwich before he stashed the book back in his room.

"Maybe I'll try to draw a bike and see how I do." Dash didn't know why he wanted to do such a thing. He didn't plan on showing any of his drawings to anyone except Kwan, but still it would make for good practice, drawing something he had never drawn before.