Danny Phantom Unlimited
Phantoms of the Heart:
WENDIGO!, Part 1 of 2
I'd love to eat you all up.
Teaser
Silence. Cold. Darkness. Numbness… All of it surrounded Danny, pinned in his flesh, deep into the bone.
As he wakes up the silence is replaced by a faint and distant dripping sound that grows as he becomes aware of himself and his situation. The numbness is replaced by sore, and only cold and darkness remains around him. The air was flooded, naunced with an with an array of stenches he couldn't and he didn't want to identify, but as he strives to get back on his feet a unique smell strikes his nose, an odor coming from the wet and muddy floor he so unfortunately finds himself lying.
"Sam!" He yells hoping his girlfriend to answer his call.
"Yeah!" She yells from an nearby room. Just to hear his girlfriend yelling gives him a great sense of relief, this is the first and only time it happens.
Well, we all have always a first time.
Danny gets back on his feet and moves around what seems to be a very small cell stepping on a rare liquid spread all over the floor realizing one terrible truth.
"I'm standing in pee!"
"…Consider yourself lucky!" She yells muddled by such strange statement.
"Yikes. That sucks," states looking around the room with his eyes glowing green.
The green ghost light from his eyes worked as makeshift night vision and even though it wasn't as good as his suit's or that of an animal, it was good enough to see the remanent of bones around the cell. As he looks better, he realizes those are human bones.
Slowly, he begins to remember in small pieces where he was and how did he get there.
It all started with a case in Minnesota, a strange series of disappearances, campers and hunters gone missing for weeks when going into the woods. No ransom is asked for, no bodies are found, not even reports of animal attacks in the area. In three weeks six campers and eight hunters have gone missing, all of them simply disappeared like a ghost. With all that was going on it didn't take to much for Danny to connect the dots and realize this is a ghost-related case, or maybe it was just his instinctive go-to answer for everything that can't or hasn't been explained, he was a Fenton after all, and for his family ghosts are the answer to every problem.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
"Well, I'm not standing on pee so… I can consider myself luckier." She replies. Her words are said with her worn-out sarcasm.
"Where are you? Or more like, where are we anyway?"
"Isn't it obvious? Dark, muddy, wet. We're are in a cave, what else could it be?"
"Oh, I'm sorry I couldn't see that, it must be all the darkness in here!" he answers with even more sarcasm.
Angry and sarcastically she replies "Wow, look who is snappy all of a sudden."
"Really Sam, your sarcasm is, how-that's original." He answers. "I wonder if you can 'sarcasm' us out of here."
"Ok, first of all sarcasm is not a verb, and second of all you are the one who brought us here in the first place, we wouldn't be in this cave if it wasn't for you."
"Ah, so is my fault now?"
"Certainly is not mine."
"Right, because you never get us into trouble. Oh wait… you do."
"Yeah right, it's all my fault. In none related news ghosts can be such bad boyfriends sometimes…"
"You got it wrong, the actual word is Goths," Danny sounds with disdain.
"Sure, because I'm the one who hauled us here to work a case that should have been handled by the police, and I'm the one who got us locked in a cave, oh, and let's not forget I'm the one who got drudged and knocked out by whatever freak of the we got this week."
"…At least you admit you are ideas are bad." He sounded. "About damn time it was."
"You are the one who brought us here, you idiot! You are the one who got us into this mess!"
"Wait… I did?"
"Yes. You. DID!"
"…Oh …wait… I think I'm starting to remember now." Memories of the event's of last week begin to flash in his mind. "…And I wouldn't have done that if you would have talked to me rather than shutting me off or changing the topic whenever I touched it, a topic you brought up first!"
"…" By the first time Sam didn't have a snappy answer, or any answer at all.
"Damn, my dad was right, women are crazy!"
First Act: Matters of the heart.
Four days ago…
Amity Park, Danny's room. 9:36 PM Local Time.
(I'll surely die by The Rubbens plays in the radio.)
It all started that one night at Danny's room. Everything that day had been going out great, by the first time ever he got a B+ in a math test, Dash was ill at home and nobody messed with him, he and Sam went to the movies that day right after school, enjoyed each others' company, it was a good day, then everything changed when Sam started talking. It wasn't until they were in his bed that night, lying next to each other, head to head that things went astray.
She had done her hair that day changing for a bob cut with blunt bang, dyed red inside in the back and with three red strands covering her forehead. He loved the way these three wisps of red spread all across her forehead when lying on his bed, naunced with the black.
"Why is it you are smiling so much?" She asked.
He stares at her violet eyes smiling like any fool in love.
"Nothing, I just… love your new haircut."
"Hehe… thanks," she says blushed, pulling her hair behind her ear. "I wasn't sure you'd like it."
"Well, I do," says leaning onto the header of his bed. "It looks great on you."
"Danny… I… want to talk to you about something." Sam sounded really serious, seating next to him.
"Sure."
"You know I love you, right?"
"Of course I do."
"And well, there is this thing… when we started dating, I must say I was afraid I might… lose something. Something very important I've always had and I didn't want to lose. I wasn't ready to lose that yet, but now…"
"Watcha talkin bout?" he asks imitating Gary Coleman.
"Danny, I'm serious here."
"Wow, you mean it. Ok, what is it?"
"When I became your girlfriend, I was afraid I might… lose my best friend… among other things," she says almost in a whisper. "You and I have always been that, just friends, but now… we are together, and…"
"And…?"
"And well, things have turned out just great. I couldn't imagine my life without you."
"Neither could I."
"And we've been through a lot of stuff even before we started dating."
"Right…" says, not knowing where she was going with this.
"And we could have died, like, so many times. I lost track of how many times I could've lost you."
"Always looking for the silver lining, eh?"
"Well, the thing is… I think I might-might be ready to… lose something else… you know…"
"…Uh.. no I don't."
"Yes you do. You know maybe… is time we… go for it."
"Aaaah… you want to play fetch?"
"Danny! I'm not playing, I'm serious."
"Well, I don't know what you're talking about. I can't get the meaning when people beats around the bushes, you know that."
Sam sighs looking prone.
"I think… maybe is time for us… maybe we should… do it."
Next day…
Next day at school, Sam and Danny could hardly look at each other's face. The tension between them was insufferable, as soon as they were within a twenty feet distance from each other Sam would run away barely looking at him, and Danny would take his frustration beating his locker with his fists smoldering.
"So, for my 327 book, this guy is attacked by… a head eating locker!" Sounded Valerie sarcastically, right behind him. "The premise is gonna be… ok, that is as far as I go."
"What do you want?" Danny asked with his head inside his locker.
"Still alive, eh? Well, I heard about what happened last night with you and Sam, or more like… what didn't happen last night."
"What?!" He asks phasing his head out of the locker. "What-? How do you know that?!"
"I… might have told her, sorry." Tucker said hiding behind her.
"…That's it, I'm gonna blow your knees too."
"Hey you're the one who told me that in the first place."
"But it wasn't for you to tell everyone we know!"
"In his defense," Valerie interrupted, "he didn't really want to tell me, I actually forced him to do that just now. He had that 'I got a very juicy gossip I can't tell anybody' kinda face and I just couldn't help but to force him to spill out. Sorry, is an old habit."
"Oh great, you might as well tweet the damn thing." He sounded with anger.
"Hey, there is nothing to be embarrassed about." Valerie says. "You two have been together for two years now, that woulda happen sooner or later."
"Yeah well, the thing… is it didn't happen," he sounded somber.
"Why? Was it under thirty second? Because let me tell you, if it was inside the whole time, then it does count," retorted Valerie.
"What?! Noooo!" He said hastily.
"No it wasn't inside, or no it didn't-"
"No, It didn't happen, period." He said cutting her off. "She just… mentions that out of nowhere, I ask her if she's serious about it and then she leaves mad at me for no reason whatsoever."
"Ok, we got twenty minutes before first period, care to explain what happened?" She asked. "And this time I want the juicy details."
"Not really."
"Come on," she said taking him by the arm. "We're friends, you know you can tell me."
"Where is that attitude when I got a problem with Star?" Tucker inquired.
"Hey, you are the one who wanted to date an Alpha Bitch, you knew what you were getting into, that was your choice, you deal with it." She says bluntly. "He on the other hand is too clueless to know what he gets into. Besides, I know you don't have that kind of problems with her, do you?"
"I'm… gonna be the Lab Tech if you need me."
"Woa, you gotta teach me how to do that," Danny said as he started walking with Val.
"Oh, I'm gonna teach you more than that," she says with a smile, leaning her face closer to Danny's.
Oh, look at her, she is so cute and… great, now I feel like a jerk for noticing her new haircut, Danny thinks to himself.
Just like Sam Val decided to have a change of look opting for straightening her curled hair, fashioning an angled bob cut hairstyle with two strands of hair framing her wickedly pretty face. As they move he notices the sweet vanilla and coconut fragrance of her hair.
"What are you thinking now?" She asks.
"I… did I mention how cute you look with your new haircut?"
"Wow, and all I needed was to be within a kissing distance from you so you can notice my new haircut. You sure know how to make girl feel special," said with sarcasm. "No wonder Sam wants to kill you."
"She doesn't want to kill me."
"Aha. Has she talked to you since yesterday?"
"Uh… no."
"Have any-any of you called the other since last night?"
"No… not really."
"And when you saw her this morning, did she look happy? And I mean happy by her standards."
"…Ok, I'm listening."
"Great. Believe I got plenty of experience with it."
"Wait, does it mean that you…"
"Oh lord, no. I haven't had a boyfriend in almost two years, you know that."
"But then…"
"I've… done quite some research about the topic so I can know what to do, and most important, what I'd like him to do," she said staring at his blue eyes with her big green eyes. Never before he noticed how beautiful, seductive and captivating her eyes are, even worst, just now he realized he has never thought of Sam's eyes that way.
"What?…"
"I'd like to be prepared for when it happens, mostly so I won't be disappointed. Also there is Star, she is my best friend, you know how we girls talk about all kind of stuff and if there is something she talks about is that."
"Wait what?!"
"Yeah, and I mean a lot. Sometimes you'd like to touch yourself when she talks, and sometimes is like OMG KMN."
"No, not that, that is… the first part, what do you mean with disappointed?"
"Ah well, this a little girls secret that is not so secret, just because it's the first time, it doesn't mean it has to hurt or that it will be great and special."
"Oh great, because at first I wasn't worried about my performance, but now, now I know is a standard issue to disappoint your girlfriend your time together. Things just keep turning out better and better!"
"Don't worry, you'll be fine, you got superhuman strength. What else could a girl ask?"
Danny stares at her aghast.
Second act: A couples' retreat.
Now…
Inside the cave where Danny and Sam are held captives, they finally get the time to talk about that night.
"Ok, maybe… maybe in retrospective it wasn't such a good idea from me to bring that up," she admits, sitting leaning on the wall, "but you gotta admit that your idea of coming here to Minnesota just the two of us to hunt that… thing, it was a bad idea too."
"Hey, I was trying to make something beautiful for us, I was trying to fix things! You wouldn't stop blowing me off so I had to something about it."
"And coming here to hunt monsters is your definition of a romantic getaway?"
"Hey, don't put the blame on me for that. You're not romantic, you're unromantic. This is the kind of stuff you love. If I would've tried something else, you would've hated it even more. If you were like any other girl, pleasing you would be easier."
"Great, now you blaming me for being unique. Way to go Danny, you sure know how to be romantic."
"You are a Goth, there is nothing unique and original about that and you know it.
For a moment there, Sam sat quiet, without uttering a single word.
"Sam, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Where did you get that idea anyway?"
"Eh… you're gonna like that even less…"
Three days earlier… or… where did Danny get such a bright idea as a "romantic getaway" with Sam hunting monsters in Minnesota?
That day at school after his little… baffling conversation with Val about Sam and her miscarried proposal, Danny sat with her in an eating bench while waiting for the first period, asking her some advice about relationships.
"Why don't you go to a couples' retreat?" Val suggests.
"A what?"
"You know, a place where you can be alone with her, just the two of you. That way you could talk it all out, and maybe… get something else."
"That sounds like a romantic getaway. That's not gonna work, Sam everything but romantic, she is unromantic."
"Then make it a romantic hunting-getaway."
"A hunting-getaway? That might actually work. I heard about these disappearances, some hunters and campers getting missing in Minnesota. And I'm sure as Hell is hot that it has to do with rogue ghosts!" He states. "Just the kind of ghost she likes to punch. Val you are a genius."
"Hey, if I called my dad, would you tell him that?"
Now.
"You took relationships advice from Valerie?!" Sam inquired angry.
"In her defense, she just suggested the getaway part, I picked the place. It seemed like a good idea at the time." He excuses himself. "Just the two of us, alone to be you and me. so we can, you know… talk about that night," explains leaning onto the wall, arm folded.
"There is nothing to talk about."
"Like hell there is! You first tell me you want to have sex with me and then you run away from me like if I had chlamydia or something.
"… I…"
"You wouldn't even talk to me and pretend nothing happened. No, you just shut me off. You can't just drop something like that on a guy and then completely ignore him."
"I-"
"You are all like 'oh you're my boyfriend? Sorry I forgot that. Gotta go for no reason.' You got any idea how do I feel about that?"
"How do you feel? You got any idea how I feel about that?"
"No. I. Don't! Because you won't talk to me. Haven't you been paying attention? That's why I brought you here, so we can talk about that because it's clear you wouldn't back there."
"…Yeah well… you got your wish. Now we're all alone." Sam points out. "You wanna? Let's talk."
"Eh… Actually, you're not alone," a man says from another room.
"Yeah, we're here too dude," says a girl with comely voice. "Just saying."
"What? Who's that?" Sam asks.
"It's us! The Extreme Ghostbreakers! And for the record we came here first." Sullivan, the male half of the duo, explains.
"What Sully meant to say is, we got knocked out first." Explains Brenner, the enticing female half of the Extreme Ghostbreakers.
"Oh great, first our non-existent sex-life becomes a trending topic at school and now this."
"Oh come on, we're not trending topic."
"Oh we're not?"
Flashback.
Casper High, 09:32 AM
After first period, Sam runs out of the classroom ambivalent, not sure if she wanted to talk to Danny or not. A part of her, the little rational part of her mind, wanted to apologize for her behavior last night, by touching such a delicate thing and then running out of his house. She knew this could seriously maim their relationship, but she was scared, too scared to even look at him in the eyes. She wouldn't admit to him that the idea of that much physical intimacy was too overwhelming to her, how could she explain that when it was her who brought that up in the first place?
Poor little thing, all she wanted was her relationship to be more serious and now things were seriously astray, and there is only one way it could get any worse.
She would discover this at lunch time when sitting alone avoiding eye contact or any contact with Danny at all cost, when Tucker and Star approached to her table; both with a slice of pizza in their plates. Star was showing an inordinate amount of interest in her.
"Eh… you are in my bubble," Sam says as Star keeps looking at her with fixation, getting too close to her liking.
"Ooooh…. Look at you." She says exited. "You're so changed!"
"I just had a new haircut with highlights, is not such a big change. Besides what do you care about?"
"Aaaaw, she's playing dumb. Oh, Sammy!"
"Don't call me that."
"You might play dumb all you want, but we both know what other games you're playing now."
"I don't think I know what you're talking now."
"Yes, you do. And now we can have womanly talks!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You know…" says nodding her head towards Tucker who looked rather anxious.
"What do you-? Wait, you told her?!" asks slamming her sandwich with rage. "How did you even know that?"
"Danny told me." He said quick to blame him.
"And he told you to tell the tale?"
"No-"
"Then why did you tell her?"
"I'm sorry," he cries, "I couldn't help it! She knew my one weakness: That I'm weak!"
"I can't believe you two." Says leaving the table embittered.
"You know, I'd believe that after having some sex, she'd be a lot happier now, you know without all that sexual frustration." Star sounds. "I'm guessing it wasn't that good after all. You should give your friend some tips," suggest holding Tucker's hand tightly, kissing his neck.
Meanwhile, when discussing with Val about what to do with Sam, Danny gets approached by Dash.
"Yo-ho, way to go Fentonio," he says slapping his back.
"Dash? I thought you were sick."
"That was yesterday, but today it ain't about me. This is about you."
"We heard the news," Paulina said standing behind him. "So you finally proved your selfworth as a man to your girlfriend."
"What?"
"Don't play dumb, we all know what you did." Dash says.
"Excuse me? Did what?
"You know… you did the wild walk, signed the deed, made a touchdown single-handedly, or was it with both hands?!"
"Tonight's Babble Chat was hosted by Dash Baxter, such a shame you have to go now." Valerie said.
"What is he-? Oh God no…" says to himself covering his face with both hands. "Please don't tell me he-You don't think they know, do you?"
"I don't know, that was too weird even for him."
"Val, if I asked you to kill me, would you do that? Like, right now?" Said with his head on the table.
"You sure wanna die a virgin?"
"Right now I settle with just dead."
Now.
"Ok, maybe we're a bit of a trending topic." Danny admits. "But if I knew Tucker was gonna open his mouth that way, I wouldn't have told him anything."
"And why did you tell him that?"
"Well, I clearly was not going to talk about it with you," he rants.
"You guys seem to have some communication problems… at the extreme," Brenner says.
"No we don't!" Sam denies right away,
"You know, because to have communication problems, I believe you must have some communication first," Danny claims bitingly sarcastic.
"Actually not communicating is the problem," Sullivan explain.
"What do you guys know? Are extreme couples counselors now?" Sam asked.
"Ah… yes," Brenner said.
"You kidding me?"
"She isn't," Danny said.
"You think extreme ghost-hunting pays itself? Na-ah," Sullivan said. "Our equipment is extremely expensive as well as the hospital bills, so we got a second job to pay for our first job."
"And your first choice was to become therapist?"
"Sam, there is no place for avoidance here, this isn't about us, this is about you." Brenner says.
"For the record, we're liscend."
"Why don't you tell us what happened after school?" Brenner asked.
"Why would I?" Sam asks contentious.
"She's trying to help, do you know what that is? Actually helping people, and not just forcing them to do your will just because you think you know better?" Danny asked.
"Is that how you feel Danny? Like she always forces you to do things you don't want?"
"No!" Sam said.
"You don't answer for me! Yes she does, she does it all the time. This powers, the reason I'm a freak is because of her, she had the bright idea of of me walking into the Ghost Portal."
"You don't seem to complain that much when you're using your powers."
"Like you would listen over the sound of you own voice."
"Yeah well… you brought me here without even asking me. How about that?"
"'How about that?' I think now you know how I feel. Not so good when you are on the side."
"This so remind me of our first year together." Brenner said to Sullivan in a whisper.
"Ok, why don't we start there, then? Tell us about this trip."
"Yeah Danny, tell about your great idea of coming here to hunt a… whatever that thing is."
Two days earlier.
The road between Minnesota and Amity Park.
08:45 PM
Danny pulls up the Fenton RV in a Nasty Burger in their way to Minnesota, the radio plays Bon Jovi's "Wanted" as he hands Sam some money to buy their dinner.
"Hey, don't forget the extra onions this time, huh sweetie?"
"Damn it Danny, I'm the one whose gonna have to ride in the car with your extra onions." Danny grins saying "Hey you want me to eat more vegetables, don't you? Well, onions are veggies," argues as Sam gets out of the car, sighing.
"A whole world of vegetables and he picks the one that sucks."
"Hey, see if they've got any pie. Or ice cream, or chocolate, or cookies… or just anything with sugar."
"Why?"
"Nobody should ever justify to want something sweet." He states. "You should give it a try."
Glaring, Sam shuts the door.
"Bring me some pie!" Yells out of the window. "I love me some pie," said to himself."
Sam leaves the RV-
"Uuuhhmm… you said you wanted some pie?" Sullivan asked.
"Yeah, I have a high metabolism. I need to eat a lot of sugar for my powers to get them working, what about it?"
"Ah, is that so? I was thinking something else entirely… to the extreme."
"Like what?"
"Well, it all started because Sam wanted to have sex, and as it happens to be, 'Eating pie' is a euphemism for cunnilingus."
"For what?" Sam inquired.
"I see you don't know. I think we better keep it that way." He said.
"I can explain you that later if you want," Brenner offered.
"I'm not sure I want to."
"Tell me Danny, you sure it is just your metabolism the reason why you crave for sugar like an ant, and not something else?" Brenner asked.
"Well I'm sensing-just sensing-you've quite some inner demons, problems you're not willing to talk to anybody, not just your problems with Sam but your superhero problems, maybe? Tell me is it an agony so terrible, you're feeling so bitter that every bite you take has to be coated in sugar?"
"You have suppressed the pain of being a champion of justice, but the evidence of the pain is molded into his very body," Brenner retorted. "Now you feel bitter and alone because you have to carry the world's weight on your shoulders, a burden no one else can know or imagine and not jusr that but with a war at the door! That makes you feel so bittered that you can only get over it with sugar."
"Don't know what you're talking about." Sounded Danny as he swallows a handful of Vicodin to ease the pain of his body and his heart, denying the slightest possibility that he could feel any pain. "Why don't we go back to that night?"
Then…
Sam goes back into the car with a salad for her and an order of onion rings, a cheese burger, a strawberry milkshake and a cherry pie.
"You're lucky tonight, they got a combo for the pie and the milkshake," says giving him his food.
"Sweet!"
"So… this case…"
"Yeah, I made some research while you were away. Check this out," says handing her Jazz' laptop. "In the last month, quite soon after the bomb, camper and hunters in Minnesota have been abducted from their camping or hunting sites."
"Hunters you say? At least is not a complete loss."
"We're hunters."
"We hunt ghosts, not helpless animals."
"Yeah well, they either found a not so helpless animal, or they're being taken by ghosts."
"Wait, why do you think they're ghosts?"
"Remember the ghost-zombies? Before the attack Technus had kidnapped humans to use as guinea pigs for his hybrids. I believe he might be doing the same here, snatching people to make more ghozbies, keeping a low profile while he harness his big bad army for whatever Ghost-Zombie Apocalypse he has in mind."
"Yeah, but it could be something else. It doesn't have to be a ghost, it could be a serial killer, or a very smart animal."
"A very smart animal? You do realize no bodies are found at all. I mean no bone, no carcasses, not even clothes."
"Ok, maybe is not an animal. But it doesn't have to be a ghost."
"Well, whatever it is, we're gonna solve it. Now eat your salad and go to bed, we still got a long way to drive and I need you fresh for tomorrow."
"Wait, you're not gonna sleep?"
"I… don't sleep."
"Wait, you don't? Since when?"
"Since I gotta drive. Now chop chop, you got food to eat and… dream to sleep."
"Right. But before going to bed… Danny, I'd like to say something first."
"Sure," says taking his onion rings and sitting on the drivers seat.
Very coy, she starts speaking "Well… You know… after the other night… I need to know-"
Sam gets cut off by Danny's phone playing The Countours' "Do You Love Me?"
"Sorry, my mom ¡s calling," he said picking up his phone. "Hi mom. No I'm fine. Yes I do. Nah she is fine, she is ready to go to bed. Don't worry I got protection."
"What?" Sam asked astounded.
"A bowie knife hidden under my pillow," Danny said to his mother.
"What the-?" asks Sam checking under the pillow picking up a hunting knife with a sky blue glow on its blade.
"Yep, the blade is laced with ectoplasm so it can cut ghosts. That's because I made all up, mommy. It's homemade! Just like those toys you and dad make all time." Danny said proud of his little invention. "Sure, bye mom. So what did you wanna ask?" inquired turning his attention to Sam.
"Nothing!" Says quickly hiding again the knife under the pillow. "Just… A bowie knife?"
"I just said it, we're hunters," says biting his onion rings. "Oh God, I love this," says while chewing his food.
"Well, that's nasty." Sam said to herself.
Meanwhile at Fenton Works.
"Mom, have you seen my laptop?" Jazz asks ravaging her rooms earching for her laptop.
"You gave it to Danny for his hunting trip, remember sweetie?"
"What?! He took my computer? I never told him he could do that. That little lier, sonuva-"
Next day.
The next day they arrive to Minnesota early in the morning to move on with their "we're ghost-hunters and your case is haunted" routine, which only to gets them shut down by the police except this time Danny had a plan that promised to grant them full cooperation from the cops.
"Fake IDs?" Sam asks as he explain his plan.
"Not just fake IDs, real-looking FBI IDs, that way they'll be forced to cooperate unless they'll find themselves in a world of pain." Retorted Danny with a proud grin.
"Ok, where did you get this idea?"
"The X Files," states still with a grin. "I mean, it worked for them."
"Yeah, because they were actual FBI agents. Danny you know this is pretty illegal, don't you?"
"Sweetie, I'm a ghost, the law can't touch me."
"Yeah, well I'm not a ghost. I-I don't even have the look. I'm seventeen, I'm too to be an FBI, I'm too young to do a lot of stuff..."
"Still not to young for... you know... fighting ghosts and monsters. Anyway, I'm way ahead of you darling, I took some of Jazz' clothes when I took her laptop, I believe you'll find something fitting that will make you look like a brand new Special Agent who has been tasked with a 'ghost specialist' for her first case. That's our backstory by the way."
"And you say my ideas are terrible."
"Nah, don't be so gloomy, it's your first day in the office… Agent Lee," said handing her the fake ID.
"Wait, so you took your sister's computer and her clothes? Did you even ask her about it?" Brenner sounded.
"Really? From all the flashback, that's what you pick up? Not even the fact he makes me pose as an FBI, or Homeland Security?" Sam replied.
"I just find it interesting how he has no concept of privacy, he took that to a new-"
"You say extreme again and I'm cutting your tongue off," Sam sounds.
"…Please, do continue with the flashback."
09:26 AM
With Sam dressed up as a brand new FBI Agent wearing an office suit with a double-breasted jacket, covered in a black trench coat with shoulder-pads, they prepare to put Danny's plan to test.
"Great! You look just like Scully, now act natural, like you own the goddamn place."
"Hey. You know what definitely makes more sense than a four-button jacket on a tiny woman? Anything else!"
"If ate some meat, you'd grow some more."
"...How am I even suppossed to fake that?"
"Just do what I do, I just 'walk into the club like: what up? I got a big cock.'"
"What?"
"Ok, poor choice of words... Just follow my lead."
"Just sister really needs to freshen up her closet, we're ni¡ot in the 90's anymore."
Meanwhile, back at Fenton Works.
"Mom, where is my all my clothes?!"
"Don't know, sweethaert, why do you ask?"
"I got a date tonight and I can't find any of my other clothes, and I already threw my one last shirt to lawdry machine. Damn it, if Danny touched my closet, I'm gonna-"
Minnesota.
09:34 AM Local Time.
The young couple walks into the police station introducing themselves to Sheriff McCail, a short old man near his sixties no taller than Sam.
"Good morning, I'm Danny Phantom, the ghost kid, I'm on tv at seven, and this my partner Special Agent Lee. She is from the FBI."
"The FBI? She seems a little too young to be with the Feds."
"She is fresh from the production line, but she is older than she looks. Show him your badge," he orders sam who immediately pulls out her ID upside down. Quickly he taks her badge and switchs it up.
"Right… Care to explain what you're doing here?"
"Well, I understand there have been some missing people in the last month. Campers and hunters gone awol and no bodies have been found, no phone calls asking for money."
"Yeah but, why would the FBI be interested on that? Not like they were white, blond 8 year old girls."
"Well, that could very well be the act of a serial killer, one very good covering his track." Sam points out. "We, the FBI, are quite concern on that."
"We don't even know if there is a serial killer behind this. As far as we know, they could be just lost, those backwoods can be quite tricky sometimes. And if that is the act of a serial killer then what is he doing here?" Asks ponting at Danny.
"Yeah well, the FBI believes this might be related to ghosts," Danny explains. "You kw, after the bomb in Amity Park and Las Vegas incident, they can't take any risk."
"Is that so? I hope you don't mind, I would like speak to your supervisor? Just to make sure everything is in order." He asked Sam.
"My supervisor? Sure thing, eh, …Danny."
"I think I have his number here."
Danny hands him a card with a cell number on it. The old Sheriff goes into his office to call the number on the card.
"Damn it Danny he is onto us. What are we gonna do now? I don't have a supervisor, what was that number anyway?"
"Don't worry sweetie, I got it covered. Gas, how is the call going?"
"Sometimes I think I'm not fully appreciated. If they only gave Oscars to cybernetic ghost posing as an FBI Deputy Directors, I should win them all."
Walking out of his office, the Sheriff says.
"I just talked to your boss, Deputy Director Walter Sergei Skinner, or Agent Skinner, everything seems to be legit, sorry if I didn't take your word guys."
"It's ok, I'm new at this, even I still can't believe I'm an FBI Agent now." Said looking at Danny.
"Yeah well, you know what Hollywood says: You gotta fake it till you make it."
"So, were did all the abductions happened?" Danny asked.
"Here," says pointing a location in a map hanging on a wall behind them. "In the Leech Lake Indian Reservation."
"Great, I would like the address of all the ones gone missing, and that of any known relative of friend."
Two hours after interrogating the relatives and friends of all the lost people, leaving just one last person to question, they learn only two things and Danny had a theory f his own. Yet, Danny needed this final questioning to verify this theory.
"So, your... fiancé and your brother, they were hunting you say?" Danny asked.
"Yeah, Dick always wanted to learn how to hunt and my brother... he just loved it to hunt so much, it was his favorite sport." Sandy Griffin says, an bird of a woman in her twenties and full blood native american.
"Sport?! You call that a sport?! Killing helpless and little animals for fun? If it was a sport they could get back. Tell me, did Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Sam sounded mad.
"Yes, I got hunted by a bear once when I was seven,"
"And I guess it gves younthe right to hunt them back, right? You know what I think? I think they got what they had coming for-"
"Agent Lee?! A word with you." Danny takes Sam to the other room of the house. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"What do you mean? What the hell is wrong with you? Taking me here to solve a missing persons case? Make play FBI? Force me to wear your sister's awful clothes?!"
"Me? You are the one yelling at the victims here! And none of that is an excuse to do that." He whispers a whisper he might as well have yelled. "Why do you keep doing that every time we talk to one of them? Just because you don't like hunters, it gives you no right whatsoever to critize them, let alone make their loved one's pain even worst. You're no cherry pie. This woman is suffering for her lost brother and fiancé. Do you have any idea what it feels like to have your loved ones lost, possibly dead? How do you think I'd feel if Jazz went missing, if you were missing?"
"I-"
"How would you feel if I was missing and you had no idea of what's happened to me? Have you ever stopped to think abut what other poeple feels before saying and trying to impose the first thing that comes to your mind?"
"They kill animals for fun. They got no right to do that!"
"Bo-ho. Well guess what? Humans have hunted since we first steped foot on this world, and just because you don't agree with that, it doesn't mean you gotta make them feel bad about it. Just because you feel that way, ready to do that, it doesn't mean I do."
"Are... you still talking about the case, or... that other thing?"
"…We better get this done."
"Are you a couple?" Sandy asks as they step back into her living room.
"What?" Sam and Danny asked at the same time.
"Sorry, I couldn't help to overhear, when growing in the woods you get a Vulcan hearing, and this house is too small and well, ever since I saw you guys, it seemed like you were a thing."
"Ah, well… we…"
"You know, Dick and I, we've been together since high-schiool. And we use to fight that way all the time. Sometimes, I believed he was going to dump me, but the next day we were holding hands like nothing hapened. And during all this years we not even once had sex."
"Wait, you didnt?" Danny asks.
"We always thought we were meant for each other, that we were going to be togehter, you know till death do us part. He was always a tad of a dreamer, and he truly believed I was his true love. So, when he asked me to do it, I said I wanted to be with just one man, the one I'll be for the rest of my life, and he said I was the one he wanted to share his life with, so we waited till we were maried to do it. Now he is gone and probably not coming back, I feel like an idiot…"
"That… must be nice." Sam says. "I mean, to have someone you'll share your entire life with."
"Sandy, could you tell me your brother and fiance's diet?"
"They loved to eat meat, that'sall there is to it. What for?"
"Something I'm working on."
"There is one more thing I should tell you. I didn't tell this to the police because, I didn't think they'd take it for real. Before they went missing we had this video call."
Sandy shows them on her phone the last video call she had with her brother and boyfirend. The two hunting buddies were in the deepest of the woods, making how did they get such reception an astounding question mark, Dick seemed scared shitless surrounded by fast moving shadows. He shoots at them but they pounce at them like savage lions. Stopping the frame Danny sees they are red eyed wolf-like creatures. The video ends with a frame of it's jaw.
"What do you think it is? Because it sure doesn't seem ghostly to me."
"Well, almost all monsters in tales happen to be ghosts, doon't ask me why." Danny explians. "Anyway, based on this, it could be werewolves, werecoyotes, rougarous," Sam looks at him confused by this kind of knowledge he now possesed, "a wendigo... or Hugh Jackman. All of them wolf-like monsters with really big teeth, bad tempers and… incredible abs I wish I had," he admits getting a weird look from them. "This is too big to be a coyote-thing and this is not a swamp so it can't be a rugaru either."
"So you think…"
"Well, if the bite doesn't kill you, it turns you. I promise I'll try to find them." Danny says
"You didn't say alive." She points.
"…I …don't like to make promisses I can't keep." He admits with his head down.
With this new clue they head back to their motel to solve this riddle. First he thinks this was the act of ghosts, and now he thinks it is the attack of the monsters? This was starting to lose any sense, but there was a bigger question at hand she needed to answer.
"So, at least I think I'm starting to see a pattern here."
"Really? 'Cuz I can't see any."
"Well, almost all of the campers were veggie lovers, just like you."
"Yeah, and the hunters, were animal murders who loved meat. So, not much of a pattern here. Unless this werewolves are trying to make more couples like us," because that can only work great, Danny thinks to himself, "I don't see where is the connection. And what was all that thing of the rugaru and the wendigo? Since when do you know that's stuff?"
"I'm strching the limits of my knowledge."
"…Danny… stop the car. I think we need to talk about… what you said back there and… that night…" Sam said.
"Great. 'Cause, part of this trip is that, I was expecting we talked about it. But… we're in th highway, I can't stop the car."
"Then pull up wherever you can," sounded looking thrugh the window.
"We can talk as I drive."
"No we can't, I need you to pay full attention to me."
"Fine."
About ten minutes later Danny pulls up the car in the first Tasty Burger he sees.
"So… what is it?"
"Danny, that night I…" Sam bites her bottom lip, avoiding eye contact unsure what to say. Never before she has been so nervous about anything else. She didn't to do, or what to say to make things right again. "Danny I…"
With no fair warning Sam pounces over Danny, kissing and biting his lips taking off his shirt.