Kicking off this series with some good old-fashioned Danny and Tucker bonding. Also flying furniture but hey, what's new?
Disclaimer: Don't own DP or the original idea for this AU
They were joking around in Danny's room when it happened. One minute they were sharing cheat codes for Doomed the next minute Tucker was asking Danny why his dresser was floating.
"I-I don't know!" Danny said frantically, "I don't feel bad right now; I'm actually kind of happy."
"You might want to tell to tell the dresser that!" Tucker shouted as clothes, photos, and model rocket ships started flying everywhere. A 2005 Space Shuttle hit Danny in the stomach and threw him back onto his bed. Tucker's glasses got knocked off by a flying frame of him and Sam having a staring contest to the death.
When a drawer came out and tried to sock Danny in the jaw he growled in frustration. "How do I get it to stop?"
"I don't know dude but please make it soon because that pair of underpants is trying to give me a wedgie and I can't run in circles forever!"
"Boys!" His mom called from downstairs, "Keep it down up there! We're trying to work on the new and improved Fenton Ghost Containment Unit."
"Isn't that just a spray painted thermos?" Tucker dodged a plastic wing.
"No, that was the," Danny rolled to the side to avoid a nose cone, "prototype." His eyes suddenly lit up (quite literally, in fact, they glowed bright green for a moment) and he shouted, "I have an idea! Quick, Tuck, tackle the dresser and pull out the third drawer."
"A little busy at the moment," Tucker said as he knocked a pair of pants out of his face.
"You're closer to it than me!"
"Hey don't you have crazy ghost powers that let you phase through stuff?"
"Oh, good point." Danny scrunched his eyes up in concentration. I am air, nothing can hit me, I am totally intangible, I-OW! I can't be touched by stupid model rockets! He kept his eyes closed and clenched his fists, repeating the mantra over again in his head. When he opened his eyes back up a soaring t-shirt flew straight through his chest. Awesome.
Danny casually made his way to the dresser as Tucker ducked and dodged frantically. He reached straight in and tried to pull out what he was looking for. Instead, he felt a sharp sting in his palm and his intangibility flickered. Oh right, ghost hunting equipment probably had anti-ghost measures built in; which means Danny would have to drop his cozy little protection and try to wrestle the dresser for the prototype. Honestly not how he'd been expecting to spend his Saturday morning, but what are you gonna do?
Turning off his powers was a lot easier than turning them on, something Danny should have expected but didn't so when the picture frame came flying out of nowhere and hit his ribs, he was unprepared for the impact. He fell to the floor, one hand on the third drawer handle and the other clutching his side.
He stood back up slowly, stubborn and determined to get this stupid thermos. Danny yanked the drawer out of its place and reached inside. Cool metal touched hit hand and he smiled to himself before he pulled away, his palm burning. Looks like he qualified as a ghost all the time, at least to his parents machines. That was going to be a hard one to explain, but he'll deal with it when he gets there. Right now he had bigger fish to fry. "Tucker, catch!" Danny tossed the thermos at his best friend.
"Gah!" his friend fumbled with the Fenton Ghost Containment Unit prototype. "What do I do with it?"
"Try sucking the dresser in!"
"Danny, you do realize the dresser isn't actually a ghost, it's just your weird ectoplasmic energy setting it off."
"I know that but the Fenton Ghost Containment-ugh the thermos is supposes to contain spectral energy!" Danny gestured to the floating object, "That looks pretty spectral if you ask me."
Tucker shrugged and leaped out of the way of yet another pair of underwear, "Whatever you say, man." He unscrewed the lid and pointed it towards the rogue dresser. At first it seemed to be working; until Danny felt a pulling sensation and realize he was getting sucked up as well. Not good.
"Tuck, turn that thing off!"
"I don't know how! The lid won't go on!"
"Just screw the-!" Danny's voice cut off as his whole body stretched into the open container and disappeared.
Tucker sighed in relief as everything that had been floating a moment ago dropped to the floor, lifeless as usual. Now all he had to do was get Danny out of the soup canister.