When the bright flash went off, and Danny's agonized yell was heard, the two kids – for Gabriel had left guiltily as soon as it started – would have tried to get to Danny had they been able to see. The light show didn't last that long, however, though after the taunt, tension filled ten seconds were over, Sam and Tucker stood stock still, before running over to him, calling his name, concerned and worried.

Then they stopped.

He, Danny – was it Danny? – stumbled out. He was gasping, his hair standing up. Skin flushed and angry red, burned. His hazmat suit seemed to be reversed in its colours. His hair was white, his eyes bright toxic green, and his body, his whole body, was flickering, in and out of sight.
"Sah-sam. Tuck-er" He rasped out, looking desperately at them as he collapsed onto his knees roughly. The slap of his hands as he fell onto all fours startled them out of their reverie, and they nervously ran to him.
"Danny?" Sam asked warily, but the empty, desolate feeling in her stomach made her reach out to her fallen friend even though her mind was slightly – only slightly, she said to herself – frightened of the strange appearance. As she touched his skin she shivered violently, partly from the icy cold that rushed from him and into her, and also as a chill from the realization that this was happening. It wasn't a dream, and it didn't seem to be a hallucination. Danny seemed really, maybe seriously hurt, and possibly permanently changed. She had done this. Shehad hurt Danny.

Tucker distracted Sam from her depressing thoughts by sitting on his heels on Danny's other side as Danny's eyes drooped.
"Danny, Danny! Come on dude!" Tucker said, putting a shaking hand on Danny's back in a feeble way to support him.
"Tucker, help me." Sam decided that something needed to be done, no matter what she was feeling, and put an arm around Danny's nearest arm to her, and when Tucker saw what she was trying to do, he helped to pull Danny up, the boy in question slowly becoming more aware of his surroundings. When they managed to get Danny on his feet, but slouched over, they tried to help him to stand up fully, but stopped when he yelled. At the sharp noise, both Sam and Tucker flinched, but got nearer subconsciously in order to help their friend and Sam knelt in order for her to be at Danny's folded over height.
"What's wrong Danny?" Danny's now whitish-silver hair drifted over his closed eyes, tight from tension, but Sam tried to ignore the colour, and also tried to ignore the eerie light that she now realized was emanating from him.
"My back. It feels like something… like something has-" Danny stopped talking as he tried to straighten up again, but gritted his teeth as if to redundantly try to stop the pained noises he was making.
"His back? Sam, we need to get someone! What if it's something to do with his spine?" Tucker panicked, gulping. He was also struggling to support Danny, now that Danny was on his feet and Sam was on the ground, and with the help of the female girl, they got him to kneel on the floor, slouching abnormally. Over Danny's cries of 'I'm fine' and 'No need to get anyone', Sam replied;
"I don't… I'm not sure…" The usually confident teen stuttered, "But with him like- like this, we can't, right?" With this Danny suddenly stopped trying to convince them not to get anyone and, after a few moments as Sam now realized what she said, asked firmly,
"Like what, Sam?" Danny slowly stopped slouching, and a few long seconds later he was more or less sitting up normally, resting his hands on his knees. "Sam?" he questioned, a few moments later, more hesitantly. When Sam wouldn't meet his eyes, he looked to Tucker, who was looking at him concerned. However Danny had no need to ask him what was wrong because he then noticed how his hair was white. White. Scrambling upwards, wincing, Danny leaned on Sam as she got up with him to make sure he got up without falling. "Mirror, I need a mirror! Please," he asked and stumbled forward.

Danny was upstairs ten minutes later, as walking up the stairs was hard with whatever it was that was wrong with his back. When Tucker had cautiously asked why he was hurting so bad with it earlier on, but could cope with it now, Danny replied that while the pain didn't go away, it slowly got more bearable, more normal. It felt like his entire back was bruised, and something was pushing at it, but pushing on it from inside. Was it his muscles?

There was a mirror in his bathroom and he was walking more or less normally towards the room, with Sam and Tucker followed him quietly. Now that Danny wasn't in any danger, nothing tempered the seemingly irrational fear that now sprouted up in their chests whenever they looked at him. They shivered; the house felt like it had become cooler, and they all had a clear presumption on why.

When Danny stood in front of a mirror, he was more than shocked, and his mind blanked on him. It wasn't him, Danny tried to convince himself. A sick taste was in the back of his mouth as his stomach turned. It didn't feel normal, in the same way it didn't feel wrong.

He was changed. He felt different, underneath the negative emotions like confusion and denial, he felt different. Stronger, maybe. Confident? He didn't want to feel it, whatever it was. When he first saw himself he disappeared quickly and then appeared, once, twice, like an old light flickering.

When he stopped the strange erratic flickering, Danny was entranced by his eyes, which were glowing even more fiercely than his body was. And there were white rings around his pupils, hard to see against the toxic green, but there, like a white fire was lit behind his eyes. He was also captivated by the mirror, and put his hand on it as he leaned closer, observing it as much as his body.

"You were quite red from the portal. Burnt. But it's gone now." Danny was shocked out of his stupor, but he didn't show it much, other than leaning back and clenching his hands together. He suddenly gained a poker face? He wasn't sure he liked this change of personality. It didn't feel like him. He could see them now in the mirror, the goth girl sitting on the bathtubs edge, and the red beret wearing male leaning against the wall. He could see them confused on what to feel themselves. But they both looked at him, and at the assured eye contact, the first one after the accident which was held longer then a glimpse, he knew that they were certainly his best friends – if they were any less, they wouldn't have helped him or stuck with him like this – he felt a bit more like himself. With an outwards sigh, it felt as if he was expelling all the strange emotions and the unusual feelings, and he was himself again, a light that lit up the bathroom symbolizing his change from whatever-he-was to clearly human. Suddenly feeling weak once more, he turned around and leaned, exhausted, against the mirror, and looked at Sam and Tucker, who looked relieved, especially Sam. Danny knew why.

"It wasn't your fault Sam. Whatever it was… you didn't know."

Authors Note:

I did not expect to update this quickly. Not at all. But I guess that is what reviews do to me ^^

As it is, I'm going to post these as soon as I have finished a chap, as I have no idea when I will have the time to post one next.

As a question, are you OK with this length of chapters or should I make it longer?
These chapters are just under 1300 words, but I think I can get it up around 2000 but it will mean it will take longer to update. What do you want?