Once again, a change of plans was decided in my mind (I think I have 4 different outlines of this story, now). I'm not changing the beginning…just the parts you had no idea I was going to write anyway. So…enjoy and I'M BEGGING YOU—REVIEW, PLEASE!!! I promise to respond! And I may read and review your stories if you review mine (it's a new policy I'm trying to work on—and it starts with this chapter).

"GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN," the voice of the Lunch Lady carried through her house all the way to the front as Team Phantom managed to scurry out the door. They had apparently caught her and the Box Ghost at…um…the wrong time.

Jazz began to gag, "That is so wrong."

"Yeah," Tucker agreed, "and we didn't even manage to get any meat from the Lunch Lady!"

Sam frowned. "We NEED that juice. Danny's only got 10 hours left, and it may take that long just to get to the Chemist's house! What do we do?"

Both she and Tucker turned to Jazz. They were fresh out of ideas.

Okay, Jazz, stay calm. Just keep your cool, and the ideas will come.

She stood with her eyes scrunched closed, trying with all of her immense brain power to think.

"Nothing," she said finally.

Sam and Tucker both hung their heads in disappointment. If Jazz couldn't think of anything, they were sunk. Danny was doomed.

"That's okay, Jazz. We don't blame you," Tucker said sadly.

"No, that's not what I mean," Jazz said quickly, wasting no time. "I mean we should do nothing."

"What? We can't do NOTHING! Danny will die if we do nothing!"

Jazz rolled her eyes, "Okay, so not technically nothing, just not what we were planning on doing. Tucker, you still have that cough medicine, right?"

"Duh," Tucker said, still confused.

"Good. Now get into the Specter Speeder. I'll explain on the way."

Sam and Tucker exchanged confused glances, but Jazz had a small smile on her face. She knew they could pull this plan off. Years of protecting Danny's secret identity had, after all, made them masters of deception.

DPDPDPDPDPDPDPDPDPDPDPDP

Danny was fighting to keep his eyes open. It had to have been a few hours since the last time he had seen the Chemist, but his latest concoction was doing a number on Danny. His stomach was roiling; it made him feel as though he was on a roller coaster—one that had forced him to rush to the bathroom following the ride, after leaving his stomach somewhere in the sky. He had the strangest feeling that his mind was no longer a part of his body. He had never felt so light-headed in his life…including last month's little shot incident.

Just when he thought he could take it no longer, the Chemist entered the room with a vial of liquid.

"I believe we have time for one lassssst tessssst. Your previoussss resultsssss have proven very useful already. I believe I will find a way to make ghostssss all-powerful with the ability to destroy all humansssss and rule the Earth."

Danny groaned weakly, unable to move or protest in any way. He tried in vain to scramble to the other end of his cell as one last act of defiance, but the Chemist grabbed the back of his head and forced him to tilt it upward so that the fluid could be ingested.

He tried again to turn his head away, but the Chemist was too strong (most likely having injected himself with whatever he had been experimenting on Danny to create in the first place) and Danny was too weak. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt the stinging tears of defeat roll down his cheeks as the liquid slowly made its way down his throat.

Once the vial was taken away, Danny tried to cough and spit out the liquid, but felt the Chemist's hand over his mouth, so he was forced to swallow.

"There. Now, let'sssss hope that the next blood sample I take (which should be in another hour, by the way) will prove even more usssssful thanksssss to my helpful little potion."

Another hour. This reminded Danny that he needed to ask the Chemist something, though he hated doing so.

"How much longer…?" was all he could muster as pain crossed the threshold of his mind once again.

The Chemist smiled evilly, "Before the poison takessssss itssss full effect? Eight hoursssss."

He quickly exited the room, leaving Danny to wallow in his pain and misery for another hour before anything of consequence was to happen. He turned onto his side, hoping to dull the pain in his stomach (unsuccessfully), and cried in utter hopelessness.

Wow. Did you know "evilly" was a word? Me, neither, but it is. I shall put up the next chapter ASAP (as in right after this one) because they need to go up together. The only reason I'm stopping here is I've got about 7 hours of nothing happening in the storyline (other than Danny's blood being drawn, but we've already described that, so we shall skip it), and I need it to be known that there is a 7 hour leap in time from this chapter to the next. Separating by chapters is the easiest way to show passage of time, so…please read the next chapter and…REVIEW! Thanks.