Notes: So I seriously didn't notice that the title for this oneshot was the same as the title for that one Danny Phantom episode when I wrote this. I'm still keeping it, though, haha.

Inspired and dedicated to my lovely reviewer, idkmybffjill011, who suggested a oneshot about Danny teaching a class. So this little bit came out!

Also, I apologize for anything that might seem exaggerated for a sixth grade class, but I grew up in the ghetto. Most sixth graders at my school were either gang members or simply wanted to show off their early onset of teen angst. Danny's just lucky I wasn't inclined to reenact my science class incident where this kid punched the teacher and threw a cart of textbooks to the floor. *shudder* Plus, I had a lot of fun writing this up after a whole semester of guest speakers with both hellish and fairy-tale experiences in my teacher education class. I'm just a big fan of "bad class" scenarios, haha.

Teacher of the Year

Danny sighed as yet another paper football flew across the room and failed to land anywhere near the trash can. The kids laughed at the boy who had thrown the paper football and missed, while the girl who had been hit with it took a binder from the desk next to her and chucked it across the room at the boy.

"WHAT THE HELL? That was my binder!" the unfortunate bystander who'd had his papers and folders scattered through the classroom cried.

Danny groaned, ignoring the continued bickering between the students and simply writing all of their names under the lengthy detention list on the board. "Sydney, pick up Corey's things! You've got lunch detention tomorrow! You too, Randy!" he yelled and didn't bother to answer their protests before going back to muttering quietly to himself. "Last class, last class, last class..."

And it was. Unfortunately, it was also the rowdiest class, where it seemed like the school officials had gotten together and put all of the students with the highest in-school suspension rates in elementary school into the same end-of-the-day science class for Danny to deal with. The last fifteen minutes of the last class of the day were especially unbearable.

He never thought he would be one of those teachers that ignored the chaos in the classroom, but now he came to appreciate his own old teachers that much more. Some students just didn't want to be taught! It was barely his third year of teaching, and already he was disappointed in his inability to keep order in this particular class. He'd never had one like it. Most of his students had been pretty good, actually... But no, not this group. There wasn't a single student who sat quietly in the corner doing their work as there had been in his other "bad" classes. God, he was even finding himself labeling the classes just like his college professors had always advised him against doing!

A high pitched scream distracted him from his sullen musings, and he looked over to the nearest set of desks to see two laughing boys crowded around one of his less terrible underachievers, the latter of which was a young girl currently covering her mouth with a disgusted look. He quickly strode over to the three and snatched the phone away from one of the boy's hands, glancing down at the screen to see what it was that had made Laura scream.

"Two girls, one... AHH!" he screamed himself as he read the title of the website out loud, instantly shutting the phone off and pocketing it.

I wish this wasn't a normal occurrence, Danny thought to himself before turning to the boys. "Alright, you two! Counselor's office! Now!"

"Mister, it wasn't -"

"I don't care what your excuse is, this is not appropriate! This can be considered sexual harassment, you know!" he snapped at them. "You have two minutes to get down to the counselor's office before I call a monitor to escort you there, and your parents!"

If looks could kill, Danny would have been dead right then and there. He didn't react to the two boys as they headed for the door, swearing under their breath and slamming the door so loudly that it silenced the thunderous sound of voices that had previously pervaded the room.

"Are you alright, Laura?" he asked in a gentle voice, kneeling down in front of her.

"What, all you did was send them to the counselor's office?" she replied, scorn contrasting sharply with his soft tone of voice.

"B-But I -"

"I'm fine, Mr. Fenton!"

He grit his teeth at her haughty tone, nodding stiffly and returning to his desk to call the counselor. He was pretty well-liked overall in his other classes, so why did this one feel the need to be so difficult? All the students seemed to hate him!

Once the phone call was done with, the situation thoroughly explained and Aiden and Shawn assuredly sitting in the counselor's chairs, Danny saw that he still had ten minutes left of class. The lesson for the day had been more or less covered, the homework had been given, and the detention list was probably finalized. He sighed in relief, closing his eyes for just a second as he waited for the bell to ring along with his students.

His ghost sense and the sudden screaming of thirty-four twelve year olds made his eyes snap open. He frantically looked around, but it didn't take him long to find the source of all the panic.

"WILL YOU BE MY FRIEND?"

The cryokinetic ghost launched himself across the room, knocking over a couple of desks in the process. Naturally, all the frightened children did was head towards the door. A couple headed towards the window, and about half of them were trampled as they frenziedly looked for shelter. Unfortunately, Klemper seemed to take all the chaos as his cue to merrily head towards the closest group of frightened students huddled together and offer them a probably literally bone-crushing hug.

The transformation was instantaneous as Danny jumped into action mode. He jumped over his desk, landing expertly on the other side and sprinting so quickly across the room that he seemed to be flying. He pushed three students out of the way just in time as Klemper trampled over the desks that the students had been behind.

"EVERYBODY BE QUIET AND STAY CALM!" Danny commanded, not looking behind him to see if the students had listened. All he was focused on was Klemper and anyone or anything that might be immediately within the ghost's reach. The continuous screaming told him that remaining calm wasn't something the students were keen on, anyways.

"Get out of here, Klemper!" the man said, feeling protective of the kids and wanting nothing more than some sense of normalcy to resume. However, all his words seemed to do were upset the ghost.

"WHY WON'T YOU BE MY FRIEND?" the ghost yelled, inhaling deeply to give a distressed cry. Danny's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen, and he picked up the nearest desk before flinging it at the ghost with strength he shouldn't have possessed were he simply human.

That threw Klemper off, and the ghost was easily pushed away exhaling nothing more than a couple spurts of cold air which would have otherwise easily frozen half the class, had his attack been the full-blown ice blast it was meant to be.

Danny leaped over toppled-over desks and chairs, landing in a cat-like stance next to his own desk and close to where Klemper had been launched. Dismayed, the ghost recovered and lunged at the hybrid. The man gasped and quickly ducked, purposely skidding across the floor in the process and crouching down next to his desk drawer.

"Jacob, get away from here!" he yelled at the boy peeking curiously at his teacher from the other side of the desk. Danny wrenched his bottom desk drawer open and extracted a Fenton Thermos from it.

Unfortunately, Klemper turned to look at the boy that Danny had just addressed, and his personality did a quick flip. "YOU CAN BE MY FRIEND!"

The child screamed as he saw the pajama-clad ghost flying towards him, but Danny was ready. He sprung from his spot behind the desk and landed expertly on Klemper's back, knocking the ghost down with a perfectly covert ecto-charged punch just under the humped area of his back. However, the heavy ghost grabbed him by the arm as if he were a rag doll and reversed their positions, flipping him onto his back while he held onto the Fentom Thermos as if his life depended on it.

"PLEASE BE MY FRIEND!" Klemper screamed into his face.

"Two words, Klemper: breath mints," Danny mumbled before tucking the thermos into his pants and using all of his repressed ghostly strength to flip Klemper over and above him. His reflexes kicked in and he somersaulted the second he stood up, narrowly avoiding being grabbed by the large hand coming towards him.

"Alright, I warned you! In you go!" he said to the spirit before uncapping the thermos and watching the blue-white light suck Klemper inside.

Danny wiped his brow once it was over, though he had barely broken a sweat. He took a deep breath as he nonchalantly straightened up and cracked his back, relieved that his students were no longer in harm's way. All was quiet as he slammed the thermos down on his desk, so the man couldn't help but startle at the unexpected explosion of voice that suddenly came from his students.

"Way to go, Mr. F!"

"That was awesome!"

"That's the coolest thing I've ever seen!"

"My brother's never gonna believe this!"

The teacher could only blink as the students swarmed his desk and rained compliments down on him. Some of the kids even clapped him on the back, a couple hugging him like old friends in gratitude for having captured the ghost.

"HAH! Aiden and Shawn missed this! Serves them right for being such freakin' pervs!" Laura said as she came up to hug him. "Thanks a bunch, Mr. F!"

Danny couldn't help but grin. "Hey, I'm your teacher. It's my job!"

The man continued to grin as a couple of students used words to describe the fight that he had no idea they knew the meaning of. It was downright shocking to see them all acting so pleasant, but he couldn't say he wasn't thrilled by it. Heck, maybe he still had a chance to warm up to this group!

"Yeah, who needs that stupid Danny Phanturd!"

...Okay, maybe it wasn't warming up so much as tolerating this group.