Chapter 26
Phantoms of the Heart: Space Ghosts, Part 1
Starcrossed
Act Three
September 15
08:14 AM, Fenton Works.
Warm sunlight streams into Danny's room, his clock radio playing Californication, the famous song from the band Red Hot Chilly Peppers, and bellow inside the kitchen the everyday ruckus began rumbling about two minutes earlier than usual. Clumsily, he taps his night table trying to turn off his radio with his head is still inside his pillow hidden from any beam of light, and just barely blocking out the noise from the kitchen.
When finally getting a grasp of his radio, he uses his ghost energy to melt it down, thus, turning it off. This is the third radio he destroys this week.
"Oh me, oh my. A lovely day is dawning. Oh what a joy I didn't wake up dead so I can go to school and then resume my yawning, and get my sleep in class instead of in my bed ," drawls peering his face out of his pillow.
As you might guess, he was not in a good mood this morning, but who is happy in the morning? Not a teenager.
The only thing that makes him smile is the tickling sensation he gets from his ghost dog Cujo as he sniffs and licks his hand hanging from the edge of the bed.
"Who is a good dead dog?" He says trying to put out his best face for him as he sits on his bed, playing with his dog's head. "Yes you are, yes you are! Say, why don't you go mess with Dani?"
Quickly, Cujo phases out of the room, leaving Danny alone with his thoughts.
"I could as well send a clone to school today. Yeah, I think that's what I'll do," he says with his head down. At this point he would have done anything to avoid Sam and Valerie. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan to me. Sending my clones to take my place in any obnoxious task. I mean, is not the first time I do it. I should do that more often, that way if I screw up myself, I can always be like 'Oops, I'm sorry. That was a clone, not me.'" Danny says to himself, sweeping back his long hair as he walks into the bathroom.
Before even brushing his teeth, Danny takes his Vicodin pills out of his mirror, swallowing three of them to ease his heartache and his many other phantom pains. Waiting for the pills to take effect, he stares into the mirror and sees the reflection of his innermost fear, its blue pale skin, the white blazing hair, the forked tongue, the sharp fangs and those big red bright eyes staring back at him, then the picture fades away as he remembers his conversation with Valerie.
"…stop living in the future. That might work for Danny Phantom, but not for Danny Fenton…"
"It sure sounds like a good idea… Of course, is not that easy when you've actually seen your future and try to avoid it everyday. Which is actually ironical now I think about it," he thinks as he brushes his teeth.
Seeing his human face he notices his hair was really long and unkempt, covering his left eye. Of course, he rarely cuts his hair since it always grows back the second he goes ghost, so he didn't even bother anymore.
"Live the present, enjoy the moment, live your live!"
"…If only I could," he mutters in a faint whisper leaving his room, wearing only his new puffer pants.
Heading to the kitchen, he walks past Dani's room where she was floating upside down with her legs crossed, wearing her pink knickers and a white t-shirt as she plays with Cujo who jumps trying to bite her hair.
"Hi, Danny. You ok?" Jazz asks as they meet upstairs.
"No."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No."
"You want free money?"
"Yes!"
"Well, at least you're listening."
"Were are mom and dad?"
"I think they're still in the kitchen," she says. But when Danny gets down there, he finds his mother in her new blue office outfit, ready to head back to Axion Labs where she works now as CEO of the company.
"Oh, hi sweetie."
"You leaving already?"
"I wish your father and I could stay and have breakfast together, but there have been some issues on the company lately. Somebody's been buying a distraughtlingly large number of Axion Labs actions this week and the executives are worried we'll be victims of an hostile take over. I'll see you tonight, bye sweetie!" she says, blowing a kiss as she leaves the kitchen.
"How bad. So you won't make my breakfast?" He asks sarcastically once his mother was gone. "It's ok, I'll take care of it," says putting a pop tart inside the toaster and switching it on. "Oh my. How tiresome, I better put another one."
"Oh my, what's with the attitude?" Dani asks him as she walks into the kitchen with Cujo in her arms.
"Sorry. Is the bad boy attitude that comes with the long hair," he explains.
"I was going to say the emo attitude, but whatever," Dani utters getting a dirty look from Danny. "What!? Your hair covers half your face and you're acting like a menstruating bitch."
"How do you know? You don't have a womb. You can't menstruate."
"See? Only a menstruating bitch would say something as harmful as that."
"Harmful? You brag about that every time Sam and Jazz have PMS pains."
"…Just because I enjoy not suffering from it, it doesn't mean my point is not valid."
"Just… shut up."
"Just tell me, why are you so mad?"
"I'm not mad, I'm just a little unwell."
"Fine, don't tell me. You do need a haircut, though."
"I know."
"'Cause you really look like an emo with your hair that long."
"I know," sounds exasperated.
"And with that attitude."
"I know!"
"Really, you've been weeping all week. Why is that?"
"Is not your problem."
"Is it because Sam dumped you?"
"How do you know that?"
"You're a celebrity and you live in a very small town where everyone gets in your business, how could I not know that? Also I saw you spend all day with Val at the mall yesterday. Given your history I assumed Sam finally dumped you, leaving you free to go back with Val and know what it could have been."
Danny stares at her with a shock face as his brain tries to process what he just heard.
"Ok. First of all, Sam and I are not over, she just said we needed some distance and—"
"About time if you ask me," she cuts him off. "She is like a parasite, a leech always sticked to your elbow. Sucking the life out of you, and not even sucking it from the right place."
"And second of all," Danny resumes peeved, "Val and I are just friends. There is no secret romance or any love triangle going on here."
"So you say."
"Yes, I say so. We were just two good friends having a good time together."
"Then you should spend more time with your friend, because you seemed really happy with her yesterday. Haven't seen that Danny in a long time, not since… you know, that day."
"Are you done?" He asks glaring at her.
"Almost. Quick question, if I was to date one of your friends —and I'm not saying I want to—, which one would you be ok with? Tucker or Sam?"
"What!?" He asks in shock, barely processing her question. "You're not dating any of my friends, specially not my girlfriend!" He states as his pop tarts pop out of the toaster. "Why would you even ask such thing? Are you—?"
"Just wanted to see if you got jealous," she cuts him rather quickly, floating out of the kitchen with a grin in her face.
"I'm surrounded by morons," he moans rubbing his right eyebrow as he uses his telekinesis to put his pop tarts in a plate.
01:32 PM
Casper High.
On school, Tucker glosses out on Dani's argument at least once every period.
"My God! Why is everyone telling me to get my hair done!?" Danny asks irritated, slamming his locker.
"Because you're starting to look more like Peter Parker from Spider-Man 3."
"I liked that movie."
"But he looked like an emo douche, and you know it."
"And you know pretty damn well that cutting my hair is useless. The second I go ghost it will grow back."
"Then stay in your human form."
"And them what? Fight in my human form? I can only do it for so long." The truth is that with his secret heart condition, now Danny can only fight for so long.
"Why don't you send your ghost clones to fight for you? You already use them to skip school."
"Oh yeah. And then I'll give Lance more crap to talk about in his show, saying things like I don't even care about the city enough to fight for it myself, or that I am too afraid of doing so. Yeah, that would work perfectly!"
"Then wear a ponytail."
"I can't wear a ponytail. My hair doesn't grow that way."
"Ok, what if you cut your ghost hair?"
"You think that would work?"
"Why not? Vlad had a weird horned hair in his ghost form, but a ponytail in his human form."
"Uumm… I always thought he used his powers to shapeshift his hair or something."
"That sounds like a good idea."
"What idea?" Danny asks.
"Learning how to shapeshift. You could ask Amorpho to teach you some tricks."
"I'm not sure is a power I can learn."
"Learn what?" Valerie inquires approaching them from behind, wearing the same orange backless outfit she wore yesterday at the mall with a purple diamond padded leather jacket Danny bought for her that day.
"How to shapeshift," Tucker retorts.
"So Danny can do something about his hair?"
"Oh, come on! You too!?" Danny moans.
"Sweetie, you're starting to look like a douche with that hair."
"…Finally somebody who won't compare me with Tobey McGuire."
"Who called you emo?" She asks.
"That would be me and Dani," Tucker says with a grin.
"Good. That way I won't have to gloss on the obvious myself," she states with a smirk getting a dirty look from Danny. "Besides, doesn't your hair get in your way when you fight?"
"…Maybe…"
"Then you got another reason to cut your hair." Valerie points out.
"Or… I could just use a cowl that covers my all head like my parents when I fight…" he says without much thinking. "Who is the best hairstylist you know!?" He asks Valerie grabbing her by the shoulders the second he realizes what he just said.
"Ok. First let go of my shoulders and I'll see if Kwan can do something for you today."
04:14 PM
Right after school, Valerie and Tucker take Danny to Kwan's workplace where he would try and do his best to help Danny with his hair issue.
"Well, what do we got here? I mean other than a mess," he rants eyeing Danny's hair.
"Don't beat yourself. I'd be lucky if this lasts more than an hour. Just cut it above my eyebrows so I can see while I drive."
"You mean like Drake Bell?" Kwan asks.
"Yeah! That sounds cool."
"Over my dead body, deary." He states. "Now let's see what can I do with what nature gave you."
"Wait, first let's try this," says morphing his head into its ghost form with a small splitting white energy halo coming from the neck. "Maybe this way it'll work."
"White hair? Now I wanna try something old school."
Kwan begins to cut Danny's hair, rather pleased of having the honor of cutting the ghost boy's hair, and in less than an hour his messy douchy bundle of hair was gone.
"Ok, how do I look?" He asks.
"Well, you certainly don't look any worse," Tucker says.
"I don't know about you but I like it," Valerie claims.
Turning around in his chair, Danny takes a look at his new haircut, and by the first time in a while he likes what he sees in the mirror. His hair was now short and spiky with two small locks on his forehead. It was simple but he liked this style, specially for the two locks on his forehead which he thought looked cool.
"Well, this looks great. Thanks Kwan!"
"My pleasure," he says more than proud.
"Now let's see how long it lasts," states changing his head back to human and much to his surprise, his hair remained the same only but black. "Hey, it worked! I finally got a haircut that won't undo with my transformations!" Danny claims excited.
After a successful 300$ haircut which seemed to be the first one to last more than an hour, his good friend Tucker leaves to the city hall where his people works in a way to fight the allegations made by Lance Thunder, who claimed that his office is secretly working alongside Technus to install a technocracy on the city with them having absolute power, leaving Danny and Valerie alone.
Having nothing else to do, they start walking around, talking about just anything that comes to their heads such as their jobs or lack of thereof, their lives at home and their ghost hunting. Talking with Valerie was so easy for Danny that he didn't even have to put an effort into it, and the same was for Val. They got along so well that they felt like they could trust each with just about anything… well, almost anything.
With Valerie he could talk of so many things he just couldn't even joke about with Sam without getting into a fight. With her, he could truly share his feelings and thoughts, things like his fear of losing his family, of being unable to protect them, or how his fear of letting anyone down has caused him to let everyone down plenty of times. And being in a similar position, Valerie was able to know and understand exactly what he feels. It seemed strange to him at first, but that who once wanted to destroy him became one of his closest friends and confident, the one person he could relate with, for she was the only one who shared his same burden, one she carried alone for a long time just like him. Not just the responsibility to protect their town from ghosts, but to protect their loved ones, to sacrifice for them, even themselves.
"—so that's why I can't stop worrying about the future. I got these powers by mere chance, a mean sadistic joke from destiny and now I'm a whole new level of freak. I came to accept it, but that's what I am. And I'm just trying to take this — this curse… and make something good out of it. Because I have to. Is my responsibility to make the best use out of them, not just for me, but for everyone else. I have to do the best I can to make this world a better place because I have the power to do so," Danny says almost vehemently.
"Wow. You really have a thing about responsibility, don't you?" Valerie says impressed, almost fascinated with how responsible and mature he was.
"It's the defining factor in my life," he states. "…Say, if you use pineapple flavored lip gloss in one lip, and coconut in the other, would that make your kisses taste like piña colada?" He asks feeling how things got too tense and serious for his taste. In his mind his comment was supposed to break said tension with humor.
"I bet you wish to know," she says with a sly grin. "But you're being ridiculous, piña colada includes white rum, and sadly that flavor hasn't been invented yet," Valerie jokes.
"Mea culpa," he laughs.
"But for the record, I am using both flavors right now," she adds with a coy smile.
They kept going on after sunset, talking about why do they hunt ghost and so many other things for a long while, realizing how many things they had in common. And yet… somehow, at some point, the conversation detoured into anime before they even realize it.
In retrospective, it might have been when she told Danny he looked just like Gohan with his spiky hair. But he didn't mind the comment, he thought he looked more heroic that way.
"…say whatever you want. I still think Metal Garurumon is way much cooler than Machgaogamon," he mutters.
"You only say that because he has ice powers like you." Valerie counters. "And that is a bad pun, by the way."
"Eh, no. I say it because he goes from being a weird furry critter that spits blue fire, to being a giant cyborg wolf with wings and a tail that can be used as swords and can fire missiles from all his body! And it has ice powers, which is a bonus. I mean seriously, ice powers and missiles? It doesn't get any cooler than that! And that was not a pun, just an incidental word play."
"Right," she says still believing he was doing a bad pun.
"I just wish I had missiles in my suit."
"Ok, why?"
"Why? So I can fire them at my enemies, duh. I'm a hero, I fight for truth, justice and the American way, but how can I fight for the American way if I don't have missiles to nuke my enemies with? You know, the way you used to do with me back when you hated me."
"I didn't hate you, I hated your ghost persona," Val clarifies. "Emphasis in past tense. Now I know you're both a fine guy."
"And… did you forgive me for… ruining your life?" He asks, unsure he wanted to hear an honest answer.
"Honestly… yes."
Surprised, he asks "You do!?"
"I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but I'm glad your dog destroyed my life back then."
"By the last time, he was not my dog back then!" Explains exasperated.
"But he is now. And if he hadn't done what he did, I'd still be a spoiled brat with no idea of how the real world is. Selfish, weak, unable to stand and fight for myself or others, to work for what I want or need… Just flat out the kind of person I came to loath and that I'd hate to be again. And ironically enough, we wouldn't be friends now. That is the best part," she retorts with a smile.
"So you're saying your happy with how things turned out?"
"I am. I guess is true what they say, in all tragedy there is opportunity. In this case opportunity for me to grow as a person and… all that crap."
"I guess you're right."
"Besides look at me! Thanks to your inability to hold a giant ghost dog and my now extinct hatred for you, I became a real badass capable of kicking your ass, and I lost ten pounds. Now I look better than I ever thought I would."
"Yeah right." He says with a smirk.
"So you're saying I don't look good?"
"Oh, no you look really good, perfect. I'm just saying if anyone here is kicking asses, that's me."
"Sweetie, I keep a record of victories, numbers don't lie. I got more victories over you."
"Numbers don't lie, but people does."
"So you're saying am a fake? For being better than you?"
"I'm saying maybe you decided to, I don't know… forget about some of my victories so you get the highest score in your book," he teases her with a smug.
"How do you know you're not the one lying to yourself?"
"Touché. But I'm still the best one out of the two of us," he states rather cocky.
"You might think that now, but let's see how things work out in the future."
"Don't worry, I've seen your future. You'll get even better."
"Wait, you have seen my future?"
"Uh… yes," he says realizing he just talked about one of the very few things he wouldn't and didn't want talk about with her, or anyone for that matter.
"Really? Ok, define better. How am I in the future? And don't tell me I can't know too much about my future, 'cause clearly that's bullshit."
"Let's just say the first time I saw you in the future, you were more fetching than I remembered. You'll become sexier and prettier and even more impressive and badass."
"You think I'm a badass, how cute."
"Also you become the best ghost hunter of Amity Park and I saw you fight bravely to protect it," said remembering how the future Valerie he meet fought his evil older self.
"Really? And what about you?"
"I… apparently grew interests out of ghost hunting. Detoured into non-heroic activities, but don't worry, not happening."
"What about Sam and Tucker?"
"You can say they don't have much of a future without me. But enough of that. As awesome as you were then, that was still an imperfect future I'm trying to change for the best."
"But the important thing is, you admitted I'm a badass."
Blushed, he rectifies his words "Ah, no. I said you were going to be one. You know, in the future that I'm changing for the best. So I'm guessing now you're going to be even more of a badass," he claims without any thought.
"You should watch what you say, otherwise I'll start thinking you're flirting with me." Val states with a wistful smile, linking her right arm to his left arm.
With a smug, he asks "Who says I'm not?"
"So you are flirting with me?"
"Can't say, won't deny," says interchanging a dreamy look with her.
"Say, why don't you tell me more about that secret 'not murder house' of yours?"
"Oh, eh… not… sure if it's a good idea. I haven't cleaned, everything is a mess."
"Danny, you forget I've seen your room before, plenty of times. I don't see how can it be any worse than that."
"Ah, trust me, it is a real mess."
"Come on!" Val insists, pulling his arm in playful manner. "You've already been to my Val-Cave. Why I can't go to yours?"
"I thought you wouldn't call it that way."
"I'll do it just this time. Come on, let me see your crib?"
"Crib? What are you, MTV?"
"Just take me there, please!" She says staring at him with her beautiful big green eyes, leaning her head on his shoulder, trying to use her charm on him.
"Sorry. That might have worked with Tucker when you first meet, but it ain't working with me. I'm not a sucker. I'm just not taking you there," he states firmly.
"Pretty please?" She insists with a puppy dog put.
Act Four
06:31 PM
Danny's secret "Not Murder House."
In less than a second, they appear inside one of Danny's secret hideouts after Valerie's persistence, because how could he say no to such beautiful face and that smile, let alone that puppy dog pout? He just couldn't do it, because deep down he is a sucker for that.
Once there, Valerie punches him in the shoulder.
"Why did you do that?" He asks rubbing his sore shoulder.
"For not telling you were going to zap me here. It would've been nice a little warning first."
"Hey, you insisted."
"Is really annoying when you beam people, you know?"
"So I've been told."
"You enjoy beaming people, don't you?" She sounds glaring at him.
"Let's just say, if there's a way to stop that uncomfortable feeling I cause when I zap you guys… I wouldn't be looking too much for it," says with a sly grin.
"Very funny, ghost." She says annoyed, looking around the place, thinking it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. It was an old filthy and ramshackle wood cabin with unkempt furniture from the 90's and several NASA posters on the walls that were clearly new. "So this is your secret hideout?" She asks.
"Yep. This is where I come to when I want to escape from the news and the paparazi, or simply whenever I want some quiet. It can be really noisy and crowded back home."
"And you choose a cabbing in the woods. Have you not seen 'Cabin the in the Woods'?"
"Don't worry, I checked. Nobody died inside the house. The idiot who lived here could only put one bobbie trap outside and was the one that killed him."
Valerie wipes her head, giving him that look that said she was confused and shocked.
"I'm kidding! Some people just don't get black humor."
"Right… Why did you choose this place anyway?"
"That can be answered by taking a look a the best room in the house, mine."
"Ok, maybe it was a bad idea to come here," she said fearing where this was going.
"Well, we're already here. Come, let me show you why I chose this place," said taking her to his room.
The room, of course, has all the things his other room has, and few things it doesn't.
On a black desktop there is a green lava lamp shining over his see-through laptop, and next to it a wood box with a set of silver shuriken. Right on a corner, there is a steel bo staff with a brown trench coat hanging from it, and in front of his window, which had a telescope peering out of it, there is a purple poof with a green and pink card deck. In the middle, there was his bed, unmade, the mattress though, it seemed brand new.
On its left there was a night table where she noticed a black cloak folded with an open sketch book on it and a long scythe beneath, which was really hard to see since nearly the entirety of the floor was covered in shirts, pants and shoes as well as many cans, candy wrappers and chip bags. Such was the mess, it was nearly impossible to walk around without tumbling.
"That's it. I take it back, this mess is even worse tan your other room," Val states.
"Yeah, sorry for that. I usually just… float around," he said floating into his room. "Plus, I wasn't expecting any company. Not even Sam and Tucker know about this, let alone Jazz and Dani."
"So I'm the first person to know about this?" She inquired scanning the place for a free spot to walk finding none. What she found though, was something oddly enough.
Among the things thrown all around the room he also had —as impresive as it sounds— books, some of them on his bed, some others carefully placed on shelves. Most of them were the kind of books she would actually expect to see in his room given that she knew Danny and his dream of being an astronaut, namely books about astronomy, black holes, physics and many other stuff that any would-be astronaut should at least have heard of even if he didn't truly understand them, most of them written by Dr. Jonathan Osterman. Some others though, she was really surprised to see them there, such as a book about sword craftsmanship and swordmanship, a book about monsters and other on the different types of ghosts from all cultures, as well as paranormal science books. This is when she knew he was starting to take his ghost hunting even more serious than before.
"Actually yes, you are," he answers her question. "I guess that means I really trust you."
Valerie giggles as she pulls back her hair with a coy smile, trying to hide how blushed and flattered she was while Danny floats trying to clean up some of his mess.
"Let me give you a hand," she says trying to pick up a shoe from the floor, but much to her surprise, the shoe was insanely heavy. "Wow. What is this shoe made of? Led?" She asks striving to lift it with both hands.
"Sorry. That is one of my weighed training shoes."
"Your what now?"
"Is a shoe I made with built-in weighs I use to train. Remember how I said I wanted to do something about not being in shape? Well, this is what two weeks of drinking nothing but Red Bull to think of a way to exercise without actually doing any exercise sums down to. Weighed training clothes!" he explains grinning at her.
"Really? Weighed clothe? That's the best you came up with?"
"Well in my head this seemed more effective than a gym."
"And how effective it is?"
"It actually depends more on how many times do I clean this room, so… not really."
"Maybe the flaw in your plan is that you forget to put them on and walk with them," she points mockingly.
"Yeah, I thought about that too." He agrees almost laughing. "But that's not why I brought you here. The reason why I picked this place as my man cave is this," says floating towards her, holding her face so-very gently.
Nervously she asks "What are you doing?" getting that awkward, yet, very pleasant feeling she only gets when he gets that close to her.
"Look at the roof," he sounded tilting her head showing her the skylight on the roof. "This is the best place in town to look at the starts at night. Sometimes the simple things are the most beautiful, and when sun comes down the view… is just wonderful," he explains fascinated.
"Wow… it truly is beautiful," Valerie agrees. The night was clear, and they could see every star in the sky flickering around the brightest full moon they've ever seen. It was somewhat hypnotic. "And you keep this to yourself?"
"Almost everyone I know would ruin this. Why don't you give it a try while I check my e-mails?"
Clumsily, she dances her way through Danny's mess and makes it to his bed where she lays staring at the night sky amazed by its beauty while Danny floats towards his desktop. His computer was a transparent Pear Laptop, only but with green glowing edges and a black version of his logo instead of a pear, powered by ghost energy and much to Valerie's surprise, he, somehow, had Wi-Fi in the middle of nowhere!
"Does this have something to do with your dream of being an astronaut?"
"Yes. You know I always loved space, so dark and silent it may seem scary, but is so full of beauty. Just think of it, it has so many mysteries, and with them there are the answers to all that is, was and will be always twisting, turning through the never," he explained sitting on his spinning chair
"You know you kinda quoted Metallica there, don't you?"
"Maybe," he lauhgs. "Sometimes… I wish I could live up there, you know? To see the sun rising over the curvature of the Earth every morning," Danny explains with passion.
"When you put it that way, it sure sound wonderful. Say, I always wanted to know, you come from a family of ghost hunters, why do you love space so much?"
"You can thank my grandfather for that. He used to humor me telling me all those crazy stories about him having adventures in space when I was a child, fighting evil in all their faces. I was so fascinated with them I wanted to grow up to be just like him, wandering around the galaxy, exploring all its wonders. But then I became a ghost hunter" he explains remembering grandpa Fenton with fondness. "Weird, I got a message from the NASA."
"How come that's weird?"
"It says something about some green lights turning into the dark side of the moon?" he asks bewildered as he reads the e-mail.
"Now everybody thinks green light means ghost."
"…officially, we've downplayed their significance, but we're concerned… blah, blah, blah… this anomaly might pose a credible threat to our national security. It… also says something about traces of ecto-energy on the moon's orbit."
"Now it sounds like serious ghost-hunting superhero business going on in space to me," Val retorts.
"Sure does, take a look at this video, says an astronomist from Pasadena saw this yesterday," explains playing the video of the green light flying behind the moon.
"What is it?"
"I'm afraid I've never seen anything like it. How 'bout you?"
"I would say that it was a meteor, but the trail's all wrong. It's giving off its own energy," she explained sitting on his bed.
Impressed, he asserts "Well look at you at you, you're not just all beauty, but also full of brain brain…"
"Thanks," she laughs with a coy smile, unwilling to admit this is the result of watching a three hours documentary about meteors, a side effect of having no Wi-Fi.
"Say, wanna go with me and see what's up?" He proposed, spinning a shuriken between his thumb and middle finger.
"You want me to go with you to the moon? "Well, I'd do anything to get out of this mess."
"Hey!"
"Sorry luv, but if you want a girl to stay in your room, you gotta keep it clean."
"I'll keep that in mind for next time."
"Why are you so sure there will be a next time?"
"What makes you think there won't be a next time?" He asks phasing out of the window as he goes ghost, activating his suit's space travel mode.
"Confident, that's sexy. Where have you kept this Danny all these years?" She asks as she materializes her armor.
"You said it yourself, this is a whole new me."
"Well, I like this new Danny," Val said jumping out of the window as she summons her hovering board.
Rushing into sky with Danny, she leaves a pink energy wake behind, twisting with Danny's green energy wake as they easily break the sound barrier and fly out of the atmosphere, heading to the moon unaware of what kind of mysteries awaits for them in the universe