It was the biggest blizzard Amity had seen in years. Roads were closed and power outages ran through the entire town. Thick icicles hung from every place imaginable and people long since abandoned driving. The roads were impossible, the sidewalks were piled with snow that went up to a grown adult's waist.

It was just bad.

John Lancer hated the winter and he hated the cold. He muttered curses under his breath as he tried to balance the brown bag in his arms and use his numb fingers to pick the key to his house. Finally he got the blasted piece of metal into the hole but just as he went to turn the knob he saw something.

It was bright and it wasn't electrical. The whole street was dark save that one light, and Mr. Lancer was the curious one. He placed the bag he'd been trying to balance down and trudged through the snow in the hopes of seeing the light again. It stayed dark and the winds simply wailed around him and bit at his exposed flesh malevolently.

Finally the man came to where the light had originated from. He squinted his eyes through the white and realized he could see nothing. He pressed on ward and continued looking, he wanted to know what had caused it. He picked up his feet as it got harder and harder to walk through the thick outrageous piles of packed snow. When the tip of his boot hit something.

That something happened to audibly protest the action with a groan. Mr. Lancer thought for a moment then realized he recognized that groan. He bent over and was taken aback as he managed to make out a familiar shape that sat in the front of his class.

"Mr. Fenton!" He exclaimed in shock, the teen was not dressed for the weather and the man was sure he saw blood in the snow.

"Hi Mr. Lancer." The boy replied weakly, unable to see through the dark and the snow.

"Are you alright?" He asked quickly and leaned over to help him up.

Danny was just barely standing on his own and he could feel his own knees give way beneath him. "Define alright." He requested before falling into the man's arms. Mr. Lancer shook his head and managed to pick the teenager up and carry him back through the snow and into his house.

When Danny finally opened his eyes he looked around. He was in a unfamiliar place that was lit by candles and the fire place that he was not too far from. He was lying on a couch and something was touching his hand. In pure panic Danny pulled back and away from the wetness. He looked down to see a small stubby dog wagging it's tail.

"Well that's a relief..." Danny muttered and gave the dog a quick pat to satisfy it.

"Alright it a relative term." A voice began from the doorway and Danny watched as a figure appeared through it. "To answer if one is alright, it would take the single person's evaluation of their own mental and physical condition and sureness that it is in good shape." But judging from the boy's face the teacher figured he didn't remember a thing.

"What happened?" Danny asked ignoring the little lesson.

Mr. Lancer settled in a chair and handed a glass of water to Danny. "I was hoping you could answer that."

After taking of sip of water Danny thought for a moment. He then remembered the ghost fight clearly, he ran out of his room in a hurry and chased the ghost through the blizzard and all over the town. And since he couldn't pass off a ghost story he shrugged, he soon regretted the motion and winced.

"You're injured." Mr. Lancer stated. Danny rolled his eyes, as if he didn't figure that out. "As soon as this storm dies down I'll try and get you to a hospital."

"That bad?"

"Well," The teacher began. "If you have a weak stomach I don't suggest you look at your leg."

Danny weighed the idea and slowly moved the brown wool blanket away so he could see his legs. He saw one was wrapped in a heap of towels which were at one time white and now were an awful array of red. Carefully peeling them back he finally saw what Mr. Lancer was talking about.

His leg looked like no leg should ever look like. It was still bleeding slightly, which didn't bother him, but his bone was protruding through the skin. He could see it and he wasn't a doctor or anything but he knew for a fact human bones don't bend that way.

Danny cracked a smile. "Wow I'm sure glad I can't feel that." Although he wondered if it hurt so bad that it was numb.

Lancer stared in awe at the boy's sense of humor. If he were in that position he was sure he'd scream and vomit then pass out. "Well you did at one point, when I was trying to clean it. You passed out from the pain so you probably don't remember."

"Better that way then." Danny remarked as he fixed the towels and pulled the blanket back over himself. "So how am I going to contact my parents?"

"I haven't really thought of that yet, no power and my cell phone isn't charged. Do you have one?"

Danny nodded and reached into his pocket to retrieve it but instead pulled out a heap of metal pieces. "Well I did." He joked.

Once again the man was completely baffled by Danny's sense of humor. "You're taking the situation very lightly Danny." He stated while folding his hands in his lap.

"Hey I'm alive aren't I? If you hadn't found me they probably wouldn't have found me until the snow melted." Danny fixed his blue eyes on the bald teacher thoughtfully. By now he was over awkward situations and had learned to just go with it.

Lancer opened his mouth to speak and tell the boy to take things seriously when the soft clicking of nails on the floor echoed. And in came the little stubby dog Danny had met earlier. The brown and white dog jumped up onto the couch and laid on top of Danny, who laughed lightly.

"Shiloh, girl get down." Mr. Lancer groaned.

"Shiloh huh?" Danny chuckled as the beagle began licking at his chin. "I don't mind her. I should've known that you'd name your pet after a book." He quipped raising an eyebrow to the teacher.

Mr. Lancer smiled slightly. "We've all got our hobbies." He shrugged. And he nearly laughed as the dog began licking Danny crazily as the boy laughed and stroked the dog behind her ears.

Mr. Lancer wasn't sure for how long he and the boy talked but he finally learned a lot about the student. He realized that the Fenton's expected their kids to at least know how to hunt ghosts. And the boy hinted far enough that he did from time to time. Danny had a wonderful way of hinting through his stories, and the teacher could tell it was intentional.

He learned that there was much more to Sam and Tucker than he thought and that Jazz didn't always like to be the hardworking student. Lancer found out that Danny was a better judge of character and was actually much more brilliant that once thought.

John Lancer sighed as he reached for his book, the storm was still going on outside. It didn't look like they'd make it to the hospital tonight.

He glanced over at the couch opposite of him. Danny had fallen asleep and so had Shiloh right on his chest. Mr. Lancer couldn't stop smiling at the sight. As a teacher he liked to think of his students as his kids, since he never had children of his own. Like every parent they care for their children equally.

But Mr. Lancer decided that Danny would be his favorite.

Because finally it snowed here in New England, we usually always have blizzards up the wazoo, but this year was off. And I was just reminiscing of the blizzards of yore... ok like last year. And anyway I don't figure enough people think of teachers in the right context, especially teens as I am just as guilty some times, and then maybe you'll meet that one awesome teacher who turns it all around.