My first song-fic, and I think it stinks but that's for you guys to decided. I used the classic Superstition by Stevie Wonder. I always thought that was a ghost-song anyway. R&R please on this.
Superstition! -----------------
Danny felt like banging his head repeatedly on his desk, and maybe the wall as well. That sounded more entertaining then what he was currently doing, which was nothing. Normally, he would be with Sam and Tucker at the arcade right about now, celebrating the first week of Summer Vacation, or bugging Jazz just for the fun of it, but that wasn't possible since none of them were within the Amity Park city limits.
Tucker had decided to go off to some tech camp in Florida. He decided until the last minute to tell them so that they wouldn't have a chance to talk him out of it. Sam had gotten dragged into a family vacation with her parents and wouldn't be back until school started up again. Jazz was attending something that had to do with her crazy psychological bablygook, in Europe. She wasn't going to be back for another six months.
Danny sighed heavily and decided to see what his parents were up too. They had been in the lab all week, working on some new ghostly invention. Danny knew that if this one was meant to harm, split, capture, or tear apart molecule by molecule, he would avoid it at all costs, or stash it under the house foundation so that it would never again see the light of day. The Fenton Ghost Gabber and the Dream Catcher had met that fate and were currently rusting under the pipes of Amity Park's sewage system.
"Hey Danny boy!" Jack, his father, shouted when he noticed his son staring at the pile of what looked like parts of the oven, fridge, and upstairs ceiling fan.
"What is that?" Danny asked, wary already.
If there was a fan involved, then it had to do with shredding in some form.
"This is the Fenton Ghost Magnet!" Jack proclaimed proudly, brandishing the gun with the fan stuck in the barrel and the glowing magnet attached to the trigger. "This baby can pull ghosts right to us from a hundred yards, than they go through the fan and get shredded to pieces so we can study their goop!"
"Ectoplasm dear," Maddie corrected, pulling the hood of her hazmat back, "we think that Inviso-Bill won't stand a chance against this. We can finally be rid of that menace for good."
No one noticed Danny's twitch in imaginary pain and his scowl at the fan-gun-thing. Oh yeah, that monstrosity was definitely going into the sewer. He was already making plans to get into the vault that night when his parents were asleep when Jack suddenly turned towards the Ghost Portal and activated the gun. He was lucky that the doors were shut because instead of ghosts coming to him, he went to the ghosts. The gun pulled him forward and with a loud bang, Jack Fenton's head connected with the steel doors of his greatest invention.
"Hey it works!" Jack said as he turned the gun off. "If it can pull me towards the ghosts, it must work."
Danny was glad that the thing wasn't aimed at him. He was doubly sure to trash that thing before it did any damage. No one deserved such a fate, okay, maybe Walker and Plasmius, but no one else he could think of. Then again there was Skulker, and Spectra, and Desiree, and the Box Ghost…
Danny shook his head and started to head upstairs.
"I'm going out for a while," he called down into the lab, and to himself, "a very long while."
"I'm so BORED!"
If people had cared to look up on top of the clock tower that afternoon in the center of town, they would have seen a very dreary Phantom throw a ball of ectoplasm up and down to himself.
Not even Valerie was around to threaten to blast him to pieces. He wondered if she was on some vacation as well. He didn't see how since her father had lost his old job and got a new one that barely paid the bills.
He winced when he thought of that. He hadn't meant to sound so cynical to himself, or selfish. Valerie would probably enjoy a vacation anyway, he knew he would. Of course, he couldn't leave Amity Park unprotected. He just wished that someone would attack. Even the ghosts seemed to be on vacation. No one had attacked in a total of three days and that was a record breaker; the last record being five hours.
"Easy Fenton," he said to himself, letting the ectoplasm disappear and dig in his pocket for his Ipod, "just relax. Mom and Dad are going to be in the lab all day, so take advantage of the nice day and just float without any worry of being shot at."
He really didn't care what he listened too so he just hit play and let the machine do whatever it was currently programmed to do. He was kind of surprised when he heard the last fading notes of a song then it started into 'Superstition' by Stevie Wonder. If anyone truly knew Danny, they would know that he was a little old fashioned (maybe it came with being a ghost?) and that he found this song ironic, yet ideal for the day.
Very superstitious, writings on the wall
Very superstitious, ladder's 'bout to fall
13 month old baby, broke the looking glass
7 years of bad luck, good things in your past
When you believe in things that you don't understand
Then you suffer, superstition ain't the way!
He sort of drifted in the currents at first, but he soon became a spectacle as he began to dance along with the music in midair. Looping around and corkscrewing drew a large crowd, and of course he had his eyes closed and was clueless to the curious eyes as he bobbed along with the music all across the town. He put the song on repeat the whole time, but his good time was soon forgotten as a cackle broke his solitude.
He stopped, pretty much freezing in the air for a few seconds in shock before turning around to see who was ready to get their butt kicked.
"Nice moves Dipstick," Ember called out, her guitar slung across her back and she was clapping, but her face was anything but congratulatory.
"You can't beat the classics," Danny said, putting his Ipod away, "but they don't need to be beaten, unlike certain ghosts I know."
"Freeze ghosts!"
Very superstitious, wash your face and hands
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can
Keep me in a daydream, keep me going strong
You don't wanna save me, sad is my song
When you believe in things that you don't understand
Then you suffer, superstition ain't the way!
Danny and Ember looked over to see the Fenton RV plow into a park bench and then Danny's parents jumped from the lug. Jack had tried to deploy a net cannon, only to have it open above his own head and drape over his big frame.
"Seriously kid, how do you keep your secret from them?" Ember asked with a raised brow.
"I think most of it is dumb luck, along with the clueless gene," Danny shrugged, than he blinked. "Wait, why are you talking to me? Normally, you just start blasting me with spells and whatnot."
"Stop talking you ectoplasmic creeps!" Maddie yelled at them, firing the Fenton Bazooka at the two ghosts.
Danny dodged barely, but Ember didn't move in time and caught the brunt of the force. Jack then managed to fire another net and (by some miracle) caught Ember while she was stunned. Danny looked down and saw his enemy's position. Did he really want to save her from his parents? She never deserved his sympathy or help, but seeing her fall and the fear on her face as the Fentons approached reminded him of his own fears when he had been caught by Skulker and Plasmius. He couldn't let her be tested on, even if she would blast his backside later.
He charged up a blast in his hand and took careful aim. He managed to hit the net and gave Ember the leverage she needed to escape. She dodged the shots from his mom as the rocker flew away, hopefully back to the Ghost Zone. He heard Jack and Maddie groan and curse his name for freeing their should-have-been-test-subject. Danny only shook his head and flew after Ember to see where she was going.
He soon found her as the strum of a guitar cord sounded and he was hit with the waves and flung into the dirt.
"Thanks for the help kid, but that doesn't change things between us," Ember said, her hair whirling in pleasure at seeing her enemy thrown away like a toy.
"I don't have a problem with that," Danny said, reaching for the thermos at his belt while getting up.
He turned quickly and aimed it at Ember, catching her off guard and sucking her inside with a vortex of blue light. She screamed, understandable since he had just let her loose and was now captured her again, but she would just be sent back home. Danny would choose the Ghost Zone over a dissecting table any day.
Putting the thermos back away at his belt, he took his Ipod out again and let the images of Stevie Wonder drift him elsewhere.
Very superstitious, nothin' more to say
Very superstitious, the devil's on his way
13 month old baby, broke the looking glass
7 years of bad luck, good things in your past
When you believe in things that you don't understand
Then you suffer, superstition ain't the way!