Don't tell.

Three: Playing Doctor

"So, seriously, you're not pulling my leg, the most we do here is hang out and play? Do basically whatever we want? All day?" Danny asked, taking advantage of his heightened reflexes (due to his ghost powers) to whip the puck back across the air hockey table at ZeE who leapt at it and missed, "Another point for me…!"

"Yeah," The exuberantly dressed boy laughed, pulled the puck out of his slot, faked a shot, and hit across the table, "I mean, there's some stuff that we have to do but mainly the people who run this place just leave us alone."

Danny smacked the puck back,

"What's this place for anyway?"

ZeE hit the puck so it ricocheted off the side and clattered into Danny's goal,

"Dunno. Therapy, I guess. Misunderstood Adolescents, right?"

Danny pulled the puck out and twirled it in his fingers, brow furrowed,

"I don't think I'm misunderstood…" He imitated a fast hit and then tapped the puck so that it slithered slowly across the air table and ZeE slipped up and missed hitting it, Danny smacked it and sent it straight into the goal, "Boo-ya! Another point for me!"

ZeE smirked and pulled the puck out, balancing it on the tip of his pinky finger before setting it on the table again. But he didn't hit it; it looked like he was remembering something that was hurting him.

"I was misunderstood." He finally said, his accent thicker now that he'd lowered his voice, "People called me…names that they had no right to, judging me by my appearance and looks alone. I didn't have any friends."

"Uh-oh," Alex was suddenly at ZeE's side, tapping a thick book on the other boy's spiky orange hair, "Looks like you made the ever buoyant Zachary deflate. Come on, man, perk up." He poked ZeE in the side a couple times and the boy squirmed, a grin splitting his features.

"Cut it out, Alex!" He unexpectedly whipped the puck across the table at Danny who, not ready for the move, flung his arm out and nicked it but not enough to make it not go into his goal.

"Darn!" He tossed the paddle down on the table, smiling, "You beat me! Not even my best friends can beat me at Air Hockey!"

"Whoo!" ZeE pumped a fist into the air, doing a crazy of dance of victory, "I beat the all powerful Danny! Go me!"

"All powerful…?" Danny muttered, the words seemed to tug at his mind and then he heard the song playing and it slipped away, "Meh! What's next?"

"A medical examination and trialing, Daniel." Said a male voice and Danny turned to see a man in a blue out fit with a clipboard in one hand, "Please follow me."

"What?" Danny looked at ZeE and Alex but they were already preoccupied with a round of Air Hockey against one another so he shrugged and followed the man. They went out the metal door and onto the stairwell, heading upwards to another door that opened into a sterile white hall that made Danny think of a hospital. The man led the teen down the hall past several white doors with no markings or windows and then opened one of them that was partway down the hall, motioning for the boy to step inside. Danny did so and the door closed behind him.

The inside of the room was as white as the hallway but definitely not as bland. A white chair like something from the dentist's office was set in the middle of the room, blazing white lights shone down from above, and a number of machines and tools were all over the walls. Several peoples in white where standing around, waiting for him; they all wore medical masks over their mouths and noses, black tinted goggles over their eyes, and elastic white gloves over their hands.

"Ah, Daniel, please take a seat in the chair." The man's voice was slightly above monotone, "This is just going to be a couple of tests. No harm."

Danny slid slowly into the chair, glancing around, suddenly realizing how quiet it was here. The music wasn't playing on this floor. It was completely silent. An oppressive silence that made him shiver.

"Alright, you're just going to feel a little bit of a poke." The doctor jabbed a needle into his arm and Danny hissed at the feeling. It was a strange sort of needle; there was a plunger on the end as usual but instead of taking the blood into a vial, it was sent along a tube and into one of the machines. A series of beeps and whirs ensued and the other people in white in the room were all scribbling things down.

"Doctor," Said a woman, looking up from her papers, "He has an extremely high amount of ectoplasm in his bloodstream."

"Have you had any recent contacts with ghosts, Daniel?" The doctor asked and Danny immediately tensed. That was his secret. He couldn't tell anyone, couldn't tell anybody.

"No." He lied and everyone looked at him. He shrank back in his chair.

The doctor shook his head, turned, pulled another instrument off a counter, and clamped it around Danny's wrist. It was cold, and heavy, and it tingled against his skin. Several wires ran from it and into a consol where another person in white sat in front of it.

"Go ahead." Said the doctor (Danny decided right there to call him Doc), "But not too strong, we don't want to hurt him."

"Yes, Sir." The man at the consol started tapping into the keyboard and Danny felt an electric shock course through him, not a strong one but enough to make him yelp.

"Hmmm," Doc rubbed his chin, "A little more power. Times Two."

"Times Two? But sir, it was already at level ten."

"Really? Well, turn it up."

"But-."

"I said turn it up."

"Yes sir."

"Hey," Danny tugged at the metal bracelet clamped onto his wrist but he couldn't remove it, "Hey, I thought you said this was an examination! Where do I get my flu shots!?" He shouted in pain as another wave of the electricity jolted his body and he felt a familiar spark leap inside his mind. No! He couldn't go ghost! Not in front of these people! His secret…it would be…!

"Hit him again."

Another shot of pain. He screamed and bit his lip, writhing in the chair. Strong hands held him down.

"Again. Times Two."

Agony. Stronger. Ripping him apart. A flash of cold white light and his baggy jeans and T-shirt were replaced by the black and white jumpsuit with the 'DP' logo on his chest. He heaved a heavy sigh, shaking slightly, his green eyes wide and flickering across the covered faces of every person in the room, his white hair falling into his vision.

"Interesting, we've managed to get ourselves a halfa. And not just any halfa, Danny Phantom. Yulcifer will be pleased."

"Hey! I want to know what's going on!" Danny shifted back to his human form, angry that he'd been forced into ghost mode, "Tell me!"

"Sleep." Someone sprayed something in his face and blackness overtook him…

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Sam was spinning around and around in one of her swivel chairs, starring blankly at the floor, music blaring loudly from the speakers of her stereo. She was depressed. Skipping school. She knew Tucker was too.

"So I've made up my mind. I'll pretend to leave this world behind and in the end you'll know I've lied to get your attention, I'm faking my own suicide."

Her parents were furious, of course, about her locking herself up in her room, refusing to go to school. They didn't care. Didn't understand. Parents rarely did.

"I'm faking my own suicide because I know you love me you just haven't realized. I'm faking my own suicide. They'll hold a double funeral because a part of you will die along with me."

A part of her did die when Danny disappeared. Sam stood up and walked across her room, dropping onto her bed with a sigh, curling up on top of the covers, arms wrapped around her middle like if she didn't she'd split in half.

"I wish you thought that I was dead. So rather than me, you'd be depressed instead. And before arriving at my grave you'd come to the conclusion that you'd loved me all your days but it's too late, too late for you to say."

She wanted to say it to him. She'd thought about it plenty of times but had never actually worked up the guts to tell him. And he'd just been too stupid to pay attention to his feelings. She missed him terribly.

"'Cause I'm faking my own suicide because I know you love me you just haven't realized. I'm faking my own suicide. They'll hold a double funeral because a part of you will die along with me."

She picked up the phone by her bedside and was halfway through typing in the Fenton's home phone when she changed her mind and hung it up. They probably wanted to be alone. Just like she did. The phone rang and she jumped, snatching it from the hook.

"H-hello?"

"Sam, um, this is Jazz. Is it okay if I, well, if I talk to you? You aren't busy or anything are you?"

"No. No, it's fine."

"I'll write you a letter that you'll keep reminding you your love for me was more than six feet deep. You'll say aloud you would've been my wife and right about that time is when I'll come back to life and let you know…"

"Well, I," Jazz paused and her sigh crackled through the phone, "It's about Danny. I just…I just thought I should tell you that I…that I know."

"You know? You know about what?"

"That all along I was faking my own suicide because I know you loved me, you just never realized. I was faking my own suicide. I'll walk in the room and see your eyes open so wide…"

"I know Danny's part ghost. I've known for a while now and I…I never actually told him that I knew…!" Her voice choked and Sam felt something wet hit her hand. She was crying, "And now he's…he's gone and got himself k-kidnapped…!"

"Because you know you will never leave my side until the day that I die for the first time."

"It's okay Jazz," Sam consoled, her voice quivering, "They'll find him. We'll find him. We'll all get through this together, I swear. Danny's tough. He'll make it through."

"And we'll laugh, yeah, we'll laugh and we will cry…"

"Thanks Sam," Jazz had a sad smile in her voice, "I'm going to go now and call Tucker, I figure I should tell him too."

"Alright, see you."

"Yeah, bye." There was a click and a dial tone. Sam set the phone down. The dial tone was what it was like without Danny there. No one was answering.

"So overjoyed with our love that's so alive. Our love is so alive."

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Sorry about the lame cliffhanger on Danny's end of the story but I couldn't think of another way to get him out of there. So, now the mean people who kidnapped him know his secret; he's the halfa named Danny Phantom. But who is Yulcifer and what exactly do those people want?

Ooooh, lameness strikes back with a terrible vengeance! So, that song Sam's listening to it 'Faking My Own Suicide' by Reliant K. I like them, they have cool songs. It's actually probably not something Sam would actually listen to but maybe the title just caught her attention and she wanted to know what it was. (shrugs)

Well, please leave me a review! Byes!