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Settling In, Shirt Philosophies, and Phantom T.V.
Dan Phantom smirked as he watched his younger selves quiver at the thought of his encounter. It gave him a sweet satisfaction to know that his presence so easily threw Daniel Fenton's life into such a fragile state. So much stress put on such a weak mind as his would easily shatter the pathetic sense of happiness that was before him.
Dan pitied the boy really. He cared so much for that girl; so much that it blinded him. He could never reach the potential that was possible of him with Samantha Manson holding him back, weakening him. She crippled him. Dan could change that easily. Putting Danny's life back on the track of power and admiration was as simple as getting rid of the Goth.
Of course, Danny might just do that himself.
Dan gave a dark chuckle as he flew from Clockwork's time portal ( that thing he could watch Danny's life in ) moments before the time ghost returned. He might not have to anything at all. Danny Phantom could bring himself to his own demise.
Clockwork returned to his layer, knowing that the most dangerous enemy of man and ghost alike had been there moments before. He glided around his observatory, cursing himself for not being able to have a more clear understanding of the specter.
He knew that the Ultimate Enemy planned to harm the Manson girl; he just wasn't sure of what exactly he planned to fulfill that goal with. There were many choices that Dan was contemplating on making, but he kept switching his angle. This made his motives blind to the master of time.
Clockwork couldn't tell much to the children, either without causing a wedge between the younger Daniel and Samantha. Of course the teens had feelings for each other, but the fact that Danny could go along the evil path once again after losing his true love could be a little to much for a fifteen year old boy; especially when the boy eisn't even romantically involved for the girl.
So the spirit hovered and pondered on the possibility that the two lovers would soon mature and come to their senses until a new plan began to form in the Ultimate Enemy's mind, which complicated matter to an even more dangerous extent.
"He found out," Clockwork gasped and went to the time when Daniel Fenton was 23 years old.
A/N: What evil Dan found out won't be discussed until next chapter. Just remember this okay.
19 year old Danny and Tucker searched through their apartment for any traces of sleeping bags, extra blankets, ext. Housing four teenagers plus themselves was going to be an extremely difficult task; especially doing it without outsiders finding out that kids from the past are hanging out in the Ghost Boy's house. They eventually, with the help of the Sams and Jas, found a sleeping arrangement that would at least leave everyone semi-comfortable: the Dannys and Tuckers slept in Danny's bedroom, sleeping bags messily spread around, and the Sam's and Jas would sleep in Tucker's room. The last part of the arrangement, however, was displeasing to the older goth.
"Why do I have to stay here? I have my own house in case you forgot," she argued, but her best friend/boyfriend wouldn't budge.
"Sam, you're not gonna go off and be by yourself with that maniac around," he stated, spreading a sleeping bag on Tucker's bedroom floor.
"I can take care of myself, Dann-"
"You think I don't know that, Sam. I'm just worried abo-"
"Well you shouldn't be."
Danny groaned in frustration as Tucker came out of his bathroom, PDA in hand. "Tucker could you-wow, you carry take that thing to the bathroom with you?"
"Only when I want to," Tucker stated, kicking the bathroom door shut behind him.
"Which is all the time isn't it," Danny pressed.
"That's not the point, though, is it?"
"Anyway, could you go downstairs and check on the…um…people? I need to talk to Sam alone about something."
"Yeah, yeah. Just don't take too long. They'll get suspicious." With that he walked downstairs to see the, as Danny put it, people.
As soon as Tucker was out of sound and view, Danny planted a short, yet passionate kiss in Sam's lips and simply stated, "I just had a feeling that I couldn't do that in a while."
"Danny, you shouldn't have done it then-not that I'm complaining," she added. "You could be floating around here or something."
"Floating around here, Sam?" Dan asked skeptically. "What, do you think I'd be spying on us?"
"It's you, Danny."
"I guess you're right," he murmured, then looked down to her left hand. "I guess I'll need to put that ring up for now, too, huh?"
Sam looked down, too, and sighed as she slipped it off her finger, "I suppose so," she sighed again, handing him the ring that she desperately wished to never part with.
Danny went and put the ring back in his dresser drawer before joining Sam to retreat to the living room, "Just like we were fifteen," he muttered to her as they sat among the others.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I just have to know," younger Tucker piped to the once silent party, causing a few members to jump. "Sam, why did you chase me in here topless? It seems out of character for you."
"Oh, because her and Da-" Tucker began.
"TUCKER, YOU IDIOT!" Sam yelped, causing even more people to jump in fright. "Um…I was um…making a statement to my buds here."
"A statement, huh?" older Tucker asked slyly. Older Danny glared at him, and older Sam rolled her eyes. Tucker was determined to make this difficult for her.
"Yes, a statement," Sam retorted. "I did it because I-um I-I-"
"Out with it, Sammy."
"I am. Hold your horses, Tucky."
"But I don't have any horses. Mom sent mine to the glue factory."
"Don't be a smart-ass, Tucker," Older Danny demanded.
"No I'm serious. Mom did-"
"TUCKER!" Sam yelled again. "Look," she addressed to the younger audience, "It just didn't make sense to me that men could walk around with their shirts off and it be okay, but women cannot."
"Okay, that sounds like the Sam we know and love," fifteen year old Danny stated.
"Love, huh?" young Tuck questioned. Younger Sam blushed. Jas smirked at her little brother.
"Oh-I-Um…"
"Let's save Danny's embarrassment and watch T.V." 19 year old Tucker piped in. He turned on the plasma television and a familiar Butch Hartman title sequence was heard.
"SWEET, I HAVE A T.V. SHOW!" Younger Danny squealed and jumped to sit in front of the plasma.
"Starring Zac Efron," spoke the narrator of the show.
"Oh, hell no," younger Sam muttered.
"I hate this show," older Sam whined. Can't we watch the 'Tales From the Crypt'?"
"No I had the remote first," Older Tuck stated. "Besides Phantom Planet is on, and it's my favorite." ( Phantom Planet did not occur yet in my story. Duh )
"Whatever," Sam replied and slouched back in the chair she was sitting in.
Neither her, Danny or Tucker thought about what actually happened in the end of that particular episode.
A/N: BOM BOM BOM CLIFFHANGER. Review and I'll update sooner. Don't and I'll take my time. Muah ha ha. Next chapter titled : Truths and Teases