Hey...is the coast clear? Danny around anywhere?

Good!

This is Tucker Foley, 20 years old, happily married (though unlike Danny, I'm not going to say to whom) and still a techno-geek. Not to mention, excellent hacker. Thus, "is the coast clear?".

Basically, I'm here writing this on Danny's computer because it is too priceless not to share, and Danny would never let me share it with a second world...believe me, everyone in our world and the Ghost Zone knew about this little (Post-PP, thoguh I shouldn't need to say that now that you other-dimensioner Americans have seen it...) story by the time I was through. And, yes, before you ask, it is true. Let it begin!

"Well, this has been one crazy week, huh, fellas?" Sam asked as she dumped her books on the floor. "World almost gets destroyed, everyone finds out who Danny is, Danny and I are finally going out..."

"A good thing!" Danny interrupted.

"Indeed," said Sam. "Not to mention, Tucker finally got a date!"

"Oh, ha, ha..." I said, cringing on the inside. It was true, and I knew it. "I should have you arrested for insulting the new mayor!"

"Free Speech, Tucker, we live in America."

I said some words in my head that I won't say out loud. We walked into Danny's parent's living room to see Jazz there holding a remote control device. "Hey, guys!" she said. "Managed to avoid the paparazzi today, I see..."

"Lot easier to avoid when you can turn yourself and your friends invisible on a whim," said Danny, sitting down on the couch. "So, what are you doing?"

"Absolutely nothing," said Jazz, manipulating the joystick on the remote a little. "You, on the other hand..."

And life finished her sentence for her as Danny's robotic double (formerly my robotic double) walked into the room carrying a silver tray with a smoothie on it.

"Your drink, O Loving Sister?" DanBot (as I shall now call "him") asked of his master and sibling.

"Why, thank you!" Jazz said, taking the smoothie and beginning to sip.

"And now I'm angry..." said Danny as me and Sam started laughing...well, I was laughing. Sam chuckled. "I thought you said you'd programmed this thing to be just like me!"

"I did," said Jazz. "I just took some liberty with your obedience chip is all..."

"If only I could do that with the real Danny..." Sam mused. "Fed grapes and fanned, ancient Egyptian style...would be nice..."

"I'm not entirely sure if I like where this conversation is going..." said Danny as Jazz finished her smoothie, set it back onto the platter, and pressed some button on the remote. DanBot turned, and the glass slipped off behind "him".

"Oops. Mechanical error," said DanBot, picking up the shattered pieces of the glass. "I shall fetch a new glass, O Wondrous Sibl-oof!"

"Oof!" said the person DanBot had bumped into. Both tumbled to the floor, then said simultaneously:

"Watch where you are walking! Oh...greetings..."

DanBot had bumped into GothBot, an old acquaintance from when "he" was still TuckBot.

They both simply stared at each other instead of getting up, until finally GothBot said...

"You are looking different nowadays..."

DanBot replied, "You are not, yet you seem different in my eyes..."

There was another short silence, in which the two Bots each bowed their heads slightly, so that their foreheads were closer and their eyes were still staring straight into the other's, all of said eyes half-lidded. Their cheeks also lit up with a red light.

Finally, Jazz said: "DanBot!" and she fiddled with the remote. "I ordered you to get me another smoothie!"

"Negatory."

"Wuh...what?" asked Jazz, stunned by DanBot's overrideance of his obedience chip, as were the rest of us.

DanBot stood up, GothBot's eyes following "him" all the way. "I refuse. I will no longer take orders from you. I would much rather spend my time with GothBot."

And with that, DanBot picked up GothBot bridal style as "she" gave a surprisingly feminine giggle. Laughing himself, DanBot carried GothBot off to who knows where, slamming the front door behind "him".

There was another long silence.

A very long silence.

I finally broke it, as is custom of awkward moments.

"Wow, they really are Danny and Sam!"

And then the real Danny and Sam beat me up.

And I think I'm still bruised a bit. At any rate, before someone twists this chapter around for their personal gain, TuckBot was not TuckBot anymore when this happened, "he" was DanBot. That means, not me. I have never harbored any feelings for Sam, so please stop pairing me with her. Please. You're not going to, right? Please. Well...at least, review! Before I die, because Danny's gonna find out about this eventually...