Disclaimer: Yay! Another update! See! I told you I would have more time! If only my muses would cooperate, I could have had it done sooner. But no! Bill wanted it to go in one direction that would hardly be appropriate for a T rated fic. Filbert wanted another fight scene. Incognito Bob wasn't anywhere to be found. Jeff brought up that the one thing I wanted to do probably wouldn't work. Lamia kept insulting me and Laelia wouldn't leave me alone… They are all so very tiring.

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And now to the fic!


Phase Eight: Work With The Enemy

Dash woke up, his head throbbing. Man, he had had the craziest dream. Danny Fenton and the ghost kid had been the same person and he had been attacked by a giant wolf-man ghost thing.

He kept his eyes shut, the light too bright for him to open them. He tried to sit up and pain shot through his chest and left arm. His eyes snapped open and he screamed. He heard someone rush over and a hand was placed on his back, helping him sit up. Dash looked to his leftas he blinked spots out of his eyes to find Jazz there, concern on her face.

"Are you ok?" she asked, handing him a glass of water.

"Yea... I guess. But… what are you doing in my bedroom?" Dash asked, taking the glass in his right hand and noticing for the first time the bruises on his arm and the bandages on his shirtless chest.

"Dash, you must have hit your head pretty hard," Jazz said softly, "You're in my parents' lab."

Dash's eyes widened and he looked around. The lab equipment he had briefly seen before was still there, though now a giant table with Danny laying on it was set up in the middle of the room. Manson was over by it, her hand on top of Danny's, talking softly to Foley, who was standing on the other side of the table. His face was filled with worry and he gripped the strange thermos from before in his hands.

There was a giant set of metal doors on the other side of the room and some sort of control panel nearby. Beakers, papers, ghost weapons, and green goo littered the tables. A strange looking vehicle was parked next to one of the walls. The room looked like it had been added onto over the years to make room for new equipment.

She was right; he was in their lab. So that must mean…

"That wasn't a dream… was it?" he asked.

Jazz looked sadly at him, handing him his shirt. "I'm afraid not. We need you to tell us what you saw so we can figure out a way to fix Danny."

"He went insane and tried to get that ghost to eat me!"

"Dash," Jazz said patiently, "go step by step. Danny's not himself and we need to figure out why." Jazz looked at him, her blue-green eyes pleading.

Dash frowned and then took a deep breath before slipping on his shirt (with some struggle to get his broken arm through the sleeve) and starting the story from when he slipped the note into Danny's binder. His story went relatively interrupted except for the occasional withering glare or angry sigh from Manson.

"Can I go home now?" he asked when he had finished.

"You can," Jazz said slowly, as if trying to decide just how she felt about all this, "but that panther might still be out there."

"And if it is, it'll be after Danny, not Dash. He can-"

But a growling noise cut Foley off. The boy looked down just before he was gripped by the collar and the thermos was wretched out of his hands.

"You're not getting me with this again!" Danny growled, pulling Tucker's face almost nose to nose with his. He bared his teeth before he tossed Tucker against the wall and uncapped the device.

"Danny no!" Same yelled, trying to pry the thermos out of Danny's hands. Jazz stood and ran over to help. Dash clamored painfully to his feet, his head spinning.

"That was supposed to keep him knocked out for longer!" Tucker said, shock on his face as he quickly got up and rushed over to help the girls wrestle the thermos out of Danny's hands.

Dash looked around for something to defend himself with. The closest thing that he knew how to work was a spray can that he recognized at the one Foley carried around for a while with his self-created horrible smelling cologne in it.

He grabbed it and backed up against the wall as Danny let out a shout and a glowing green shield threw Sam, Tucker and Jazz off him and into the walls.

Danny swung his feet off the table and looked at the thermos in his hand with a many toothed grin before his eyes landed on Dash standing practically helpless in the corner of the room.

"Finally," the teen hissed. He stood, strolling over to his classmate as he spoke. "I can finally put you through the payback you deserve." A glowing green sphere of energy appeared in the hand not holding the thermos and Dash whimpered, wedging himself as far into the corner of the room as he could and sinking to the ground, his knees pulled tight up to his chest.

Danny stopped, standing over Dash, the glow from the ball in his hand casting evil looking shadows on his face as he laughed that cruel, cold-blooded laugh.

"When I'm through with you," he said, his voice low, "You're going to wish you never met Danny Fenton."

Dash, terrified and completely out of options, gulped and held up the can he had grabbed with a shaky hand, spraying Danny in the face. He gaged; it smelled like gym shorts and freshly baked brownies.

Danny yelped, letting off the blast and narrowly missing Dash's head, and dropped the thermos, covering his eyes with his hands, recoiling from the spray.

Then, his entire demeanor changed. Danny coughed and rubbed his eyes, his hair slowly fading to black as he waved the spray out of his face.

"Dash?" he asked as his surprised icy blue eyes focused on the jock.

"Danny!" Sam said, rushing over and giving the boy a hug. Dash saw that something gleamed in her hand. "Oh Danny, you're alright!"

"I think so," Danny answered, his voice back to normal. Dash lowered his hand slowly. "What hapAAGH!" Danny screamed louder than Dash had ever heard someone scream and gripped his wounded shoulder in pain, nearly falling over.

"Danny!" Sam yelled in panic, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder to steady him. Tucker and Jazz rushed over.

"Danny? What's wrong?" Tucker asked.

"Come on little brother. Please be ok," Jazz said, her eyes shining with worry.

Dash stood and looked at Danny uneasily. His hair became the same black and white it had been before and Dash clutched the can in his hand tightly. His classmate had stopped screaming now and was breathing heavily, snarling occasionally.

"F-Fenton?" he asked, walking only a step closer.

Danny's head snapped up at Dash's voice and red eyes locked onto his. Dash backed into the corner again, holding out the spray can defensively.

Then Danny seemed to notice the hand on his shoulder and the body holding him up and grinned predatorily up at Sam. Before she could blink, he had gripped her around the waist and held her tight so she couldn't get away. When Tucker ran over to help, Danny spun Sam out of his reach and kicked out at him like a mule, landing the strike in his friend's gut.

"Get your own," he rumbled, looking at Sam, his gaze rapacious, "She's mine."

"Hey!" she yelled as she struggled in his grip, "I'm not a possession!" And with that she stabbed something into Danny's arm.

Danny looked at the thing, then back up at her. He whimpered slightly, his eyes drifting closed. His grip on Manson loosened and he began to fall, Sam and Jazz catching him while Tucker walked over to Dash.

"Can is see that?" he asked, gesturing to the can Dash still clutched in his hand. Dash handed it over and watched Jazz extract the needle from Danny's arm.

"Huh," Tucker said simply, walking over to Jazz and Sam and showing them the container.

"What did you do to him?" Dash asked, looking at the again unconscious sophomore sprawled on the lab floor.

Jazz grimaced. "Fenton Ghost Tranquilizer. It's supposed to keep ghosts out for five hours but Danny seems to cut that time in half."

"You think it's a bug?" Sam asked, slinging one of Danny's arms over her shoulders while Jazz did the same on his other side.

"Could be," Tucker agreed, nodding.

"So your spray is the antidote? Like with Spectra?" Jazz asked as she and Sam walked Danny back to the table. Tucker nodded again. "It could be," he answered.

"But," Dash started. The three turned to look at him and Dash continued, panic slipping into his voice. He didn't like any of this one bit. All he wanted to do right now was go home and hide under his covers. "But it was only temporary, wasn't it? He didn't stay like that." There was a silence as the group stared at him, obviously uncomfortable with his presence. Dash realized how calm they were all being about their friend trying to tear them to bits.

Correction: trying to tear him to bits. He hadn't really attacked any of his group.

Dash looked at Sam.

At least, not in the same way he would attack Dash.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but Dash is right," Sam said, purposefully not looking at the jock. "We'll have to get it in his system somehow and force the bug out completely."

"Like a vaccine shot," Tucker said.

"Right," Sam replied, "Tucker can you get a syringe while we get Danny back on the table?" She paused before specifying, "A clean one."

Foley nodded and rushed to a table, rummaging through drawers before he pulled out another needle. Holding it in his teeth he tried to get the cap for the spray can open, failing miserably. He glanced up at Dash, narrowed his eyes, and then proceeded to try harder. But the cap just wouldn't budge.

Dash couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh, let me do it!" He stalked over and swiped the can away from Tucker, easily opening the lid and shoving it back in the geek's hands. "Here."

Tucker looked up at him surprised. "Uhh… thanks," he said, before proceeding to fill the syringe with the strange smelling liquid.

"Wait, Tucker!" Jazz said, "We don't want to poison him. We have to first figure out how to make it safe for his body."

"And how do you suggest we do that?" Tucker asked.

Sam nodded in agreement. "Yea Jazz, we're not scientists."

Suddenly, a door slammed upstairs and Jack Fenton's voiced boomed through the house. "Jazz! Danny! We're home!"

Jazz's eyes lit up. "We may not be scientists. But they are! You guys get Danny and Dash out of here. I'll stall my parents and work on getting them to make an antidote."

"And just how are you going to do that?" Sam asked, "We can't tell them Danny's secret."

"I don't know. I'll figure it out. I'll say it's for research or something." She sprinted for the stairs. "Just get moving." The girl slammed the door behind her and Dash could hear muffled talking.

"Well now how do we get out of here?" Dash asked, "They're blocking the only door out!"

Tucker and Sam looked at each other. "No they're not," Manson said, running over to the strange vehicle against the wall. "Tucker, get Danny in the speeder!"

"Right!" Tucker replied, rushing over to pick up his friend.

"What are you doing? There's no way they won't find us in there!" Dash protested as he watched Sam start up the speeder.

"Dash! Just shut up and get in!" Sam shouted with a frantic glance at the stairway. Dash, deciding he would have to work with them if he didn't want to be caught hanging out in the Fenton's basement with the three biggest losers at Casper High, scrambled into the vehicle, helping Tucker situate Danny.

Foley picked up Danny's hand and jammed his thumb on a genetic pad in the speeder. The metal doors at the end of the room slid open to reveal a giant swirling green vortex.

"Punch it!' Tucker yelled as light flooded down from the top of the stairs.

Dash was thrown back against his seat as Manson smashed the pedal to the floor, shooting them through the glowing green portal.

"Woah!"

"Dash," Tucker said, watching the jock's stunned face, "Welcome to the ghost zone."


Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know I had fun writing it. It took a little longer than I expected to finish and this story is now going in a different direction from where I originally planned. Though that's mostly because I realized that shooting cologne made by a 14 year old straight into your bloodstream would probably poison you… heh… slipped my mind before.

Genius you are.

Shut up Lamia!

Anyway, so review or flame! I just like getting feedback