I can't stop saying "Thanks!" to my reviwers!Last Samurai Ryu-san – your idea for what Danny would say was hilarious! I hope you like what I came up with!
Upon hearing of Danny's status as a "prisoner," Sam's parents' faces immediately clouded with disapproval. His parents showed some shock, but they trusted Danny and he was quick to clear things up.
"I didn't feel the need to inform them of my brief stay at your pretend jailhouse where you sit in your office making up stupid rules just so that you can imagine you're an actual jailer with real criminals to catch," Danny could have gone on but Walker interjected by clearing his throat and went back to using his authoritative voice.
"Last encountered on a prisoner-retrieval mission. First encountered whe-"
"Prisoner-retrieval mission?" Danny interrupted.
"I think he's talking about Wulf at the camp," Sam put in.
"Precisely," Walker growled, annoyed at getting interrupted again, "Now as I was saying," he cleared his throat, "first encountered when flying in the ghost zone with unauthorized recording equipment, which brings us to your first charge, a mere misdemeanor, but sadly in your case, also a gate-way crime," Walker paused to see that he had everyone's attention and was especially pleased to see Danny shooting him daggers with his glare.
"One count of unauthorized use of recording equipment for which you were sentenced to serve 100 years in prison," Walker continued firmly, "You were then placed in cell block D where you served a total of 3 hours and 21 minutes of your sentence before staging an uprising with the assistance of Prisoner Number 2796510 also known as Skulker."
Walker looked up from the file to see Danny smiling and nodding to himself.
"Good times," he commented to Sam.
"Really?" she replied sarcastically, "well yah, you certainly looked like you were having the time of your life when Tucker and I came to rescue you in the Specter Speeder. I guess it was part of your plan to be pinned under Walker's boot."
"Hey, I would have figured out that humans can go through things in the ghost zone eventually," Danny shot back, playfully.
"Right," Sam said still sounding unconvinced, but she was also just kidding. Danny seemed to be in an inappropriately flirtatious mood. She followed his lead as normally she would be all for flirting in front of Walker as if he totally didn't scare her. Which he didn't! But still, there was something about her parents being there that put her on edge. That, and the fact that the butterflies were having a freakin' fiesta.
"Humans can go through things in the ghost zone?" Maddie suddenly cut in from where she had seated herself on the floor of their cell, completely absorbed in what she was learning about her son and his experiences with this ghost. She knew Danny had been in the ghost zone before, but he hadn't shared much of his knowledge yet. He kept promising to take them for a tour of the mysterious realm when he thought it would be the safest. Maddie was beginning to think that was never.
"Yes," Walker answered her, "That is why you are here instead of at my jailhouse in the zone," he turned to smirk at Danny, "This one would be all over the place what with his special abilities."
"It's like I said before," Danny said, his eyes blazing (though not really since his powers weren't working), "your rules don't apply."
"We'll see about that," Walker said as he returned to reading the file, "Prisoner was free for several months after that until a prisoner-retrieval mission could be planned. It was during this mission that the prisoner came into contact with Prisoner Number 1289573 also known as-"
"Wulf," Danny and Sam both finished for him. They smiled at eachother for thinking alike. Danny's smile looked weak, though. At first Sam thought that he was just finally being serious and realizing how much trouble they were in. But then she noticed that his smile was shaky. His teeth were chattering.
"Yes," Walker said, barely acknowledging the interruption this time, "that brings us to your growing list of felonies to which after the second encounter I added 1 count of assisting in a fugitive's escape."
"Are you okay?" Sam asked Danny, a look of growing concern on her face.
Walker once again looked up from the file as he let out an exasperated sigh. "What is it now?" He looked from the worried girlfriend to a shivering Danny.
"I d-don't kn-n-n-ow," Danny stuttered, teeth chattering.
"What did you do to him?" Sam accused, whipping around to fix Walker with a hateful glare.
Walker just smirked, looking proud of himself.
"O-oh, I know," Danny said trying to control his teeth so he could at least talk right, "he remembered how I got him last time with my ff-ff-freezing abilities. You gave me something extra to try to control them, even though these c-cuffs would have done the trick."
"You're right," Walker explained proudly, "I didn't trust the cuffs so while you were out I gave you something else, a potion I concocted all on my own, designed to short out your freezing abilities for several hours."
"You're an idiot!" Danny suddenly shouted. Furious, he explained "You can't just turn off the cold, it's a part of me! So instead you just took away my ability to control it!"
"You mean like how you were before Frostbite helped you?" Sam asked, trying to understand.
"Exac-actly," Danny faltered, still struggling to control his teeth. He seemed to be trying to tell her something with his eyes, but Sam didn't have a clue as to what it could be. If he really wanted to talk to her, they'd need Walker out of the room. Suddenly, Sam got an idea.
She turned to Walker, "Would you at least get him a blanket or something? It's your fault anyways!"
Walker gave her one of his you-think-you-can-order-me-around? glares, but then relented with another frustrated sigh.
"Guard!" he shouted.
"Oh, duh," Sam thought to herself, "of course he's not going to go get it himself."
A guard appeared in the doorway and Walker told him to go get a blanket out of the jet they'd flown in from the Ghost Zone.
"But, sir," the ghost started timidly, "the only one with a key to the jet is you. You said no one was allowed in it alone after that other guard tired to steal it last week."
A glimmer of hope shot through Sam as Walker sighed for the hundredth time today. He began muttering to himself about how stupid and incompetent the guards were as he walked out of the room with the guard following.
"Whoa," Sam said excitedly, "I can't believe that worked!"
"Sweetie?" Maddie called from the cell, "What's going on? Are you okay?"
"Actually, Mom, I'm fine," Danny said and he looked better too. He wasn't even shaking anymore.
"You were faking?/!" Sam practically yelled. For some reason she felt tricked and that made her mad.
"No, not really," Danny assured her. But everyone was staring at him with very confused expressions so he rushed to explain before Walker came back.
"Whatever Walker gave me stimulated the cold instead of stopping it. I can still control it. It's like he turned it up a notch, making it harder for me to control because it's more than I'm used to."
"But you can get control of it and then use it?" Maddie asked, surprising everybody. None of the other adults were really able to follow what he meant.
"Exactly. I just need some more time." Danny responded.
"How much time?" Sam practically whined. This whole situation had her on edge, what with the parents, the butterflies, Danny with no powers. "But there's hope," she reminded herself and tried to pay attention to what Danny was saying.
"I don't know," he was answering her, "It's just that if I try to use it now I'm pretty sure I'll freeze you too."
"Oh," Sam said, her hope fading a little, which just made the butterflies even more excited. She tried to think positively. She, Danny, and Tucker had been in worse, right? She smiled as she recalled how earlier tonight she had been so nervous about her parents messing things up and now that worry seemed so insignificant. The difference was that she could control that somewhat, but here with her hands firmly secured behind her back, she felt helpless. "I need to do something productive," she thought, even it was just some simple guess-work, which she seemed to be really good at tonight. She took a shot in the dark and asked about something that had been bothering her.
"So what do you think is up with the jet? Walker seems really protective of it."
"Yah, I don't know," Danny began.
They had to stop as they could already hear Walker grumbling outside the room. Both double doors swung open dramatically to reveal Walker and the guard carrying a first aid kit. Walker reopened Danny's file and looked over it as if planning out which part to bring up next. Meanwhile the guard opened the first aid kit and took out one of those emergency hypothermia-stopping blankets wrapped in plastic.
"You have a first aid kit in your jet?" Sam couldn't help but ask, "Why would ghosts need a . . ." Her voice trailed of as she realized the answer. "It's not your jet! It's a human jet, isn't it!" She knew there was something suspicious about it!
"Oh ho," Danny smirked as the guard threw the blanket around his shoulders, "who's the criminal now?"
"Still you," Walker snapped, "the jet was abandoned by humans and I had my guys bring it in and modify it for lawful purposes. Now if we're all nice and cozy, I think we'll continue where we left off-"
"Oh please," Danny half-begged, "can't we move on to a new topic?" He was going to suggest discussing why Walker had even kidnapped them all in the first place, but what Walker said next silenced him with shock.
"You're right," Walker smooth-talked, "enough about you. I think it's time we moved on to Miss Manson's record."
Mrs. Manson fainted.
This one turned out pretty long. I hope it holds you guys over for a while cuz I haven't written any more chapters yet! But tomorrow's Friday. I should be able to find time to write . . . hopefully. Oh and ArtGirl4 – thanks so much for reviewing my story. It means a lot to me since I like yours so much!