Disclaimer: Sorry for the long update wait, I had a bit of writers block with this… well… more like I've been getting much inspiration for my two fics to concentrate on this one. Damn muses…
Anyway! For reviewing the first chapter I'd like to specialy thank Me-agaisnt-the-world, insert witty phrase here, broken0dream, fan-girls2.0, uula (I actually converted someone to a Lancer fan? I feel so special!), Writer's-BlockDP, Manyara, magpie8spook, watashiwapikushidesu (I know, I'm just walking dead now aren't I?), IscaPhantom, and Arabic Blessing You all rock!
So, without further ado…
Chapter 2
Lancer glanced out his window to see a black and white streak zooming for his ceiling. Danny plunged into the house, scooping up little Cujo.
"Can't stay! Ghost!" he yelled before swooping through the ceiling once more.
Mr. Lancer stared at the spot his student had disappeared. It seemed that ever since he had discovered Mr. Fenton's other identity there had been almost no time to talk to the boy about any of what had happened. The only thing that had changed from before was that Lancer now knew what Danny was doing when he constantly disappeared during school.
Well, there was one other thing. The teacher had managed to discuss the young Fenton's control problems a few days before. It seemed that with each passing day the slips became more and more spread out and erratic, which was good, except that the power that leaked got more dangerous each time. And, from what he had witnessed of Danny's powers, the most dangerous, his ecto-blast could probably decimate an entire building if he wasn't careful.
Lancer shivered, it was thoughts like those that he still hadn't gotten used to. Thinking that one of his scrawny freshman students could probably take down a building and still have energy to do more was a tad disturbing.
The man sighed. It actually seemed that Danny was trying to still keep things from Lancer and only involved the teacher in ghosts as much as required. He never transformed in front of the man unless he had to and would never explain any of the ghost attacks. I was like there was a whole other layer of secrets that the boy had, like Danny didn't want his teacher to see what he could do, and the curiosity in Mr. Lancer was getting the better of him.
Like now for instance. Normally, the teacher would never follow Danny to a ghost attack, but a part of him wanted to watch his student fight, and try to help if need be. After all, he was the boy's teacher.
It wasn't hard to find him; all the man had to do was follow the screams.
"Danny! Duck!" That voice belonged to Miss. Manson. And Lancer was sure Tucker was trapped in that odd looking pod of water. It seemed Danny had also gotten himself in a pinch, he was stuck where he stood by to creeping tendrils of water that slowly were snaking up his legs while a blast of bladed water was let loose at his head. Luckily, Danny had taken his classmate's advice and ducked.
Lancer's eyes swiveled to Sam. The girl was clutched in the water blob's strange tentacle appendage. Actually, the ghost was reminding Lancer very much of an octopus.
Danny managed to aim a blast in Sam's direction, severing the limb and Sam dropped to the ground, landing hard on all fours and barrel rolling out of the spray of water the severed tentacle had become. "Next time a little warning Danny!" she yelled over at him, Danny responded with a half guilty half amused grin. "Sorry Sam!" he called. Sam rolled her eyes and made to stand, but fell almost instantly back to the ground with a curse. "Sam, what's wrong?" Danny struggled against his bonds.
"I think I busted my ankle!" she answered with a grunt as she tried again, unsuccessfully, to stand.
It was then that, with a roar, the ghost spouted a new limb for himself. "Oh great." Danny mumbled to himself. Sam glared at the ghost. "It would have been nice to know that before!" she shouted up at it as the limb came speeding towards her. Danny's eyes widened.
"No!"
"Look out!"
Lancer rushed towards his student, going on adrenaline alone and grabbed the teen out of the way of the tentacle just as it made contact with the ground, spraying them all with water from the impact.
"Mr. Lancer?" Sam and Danny asked at the same time. A muffled sound to the same effect seemed to come from the water pod nearby.
"Are you alright Miss. Manson?" the teacher inquired. Sam nodded with a frown. "Yea I'm fine. What're you doing here?"
Danny was stunned. He didn't know Lancer had been watching. But he was glad that Sam was safe for the moment.
But that though was shattered as the ghost brought two of its tentacles speeding towards each other to sandwich Sam and Lancer in between.
"Shit! Look out!" Danny yelled, ripping himself free of his bonds.
Lancer covered his head on instinct and Sam flinched, unable to move out of the way. The teacher realized at the last moment that he probably would have been better off grabbing the teen and taking cover. That was when Danny appeared, creating an ecto-shield that circled around the three, saving them from both the attack and the spray of water following.
"A little late, huh Danny?" Sam asked.
"Eah, thought I'd build up the dramatics."
Lancer couldn't tell if the boy was joking or not, so he decided to just believe he was.
At least… he hoped he was.
Pushing that thought aside, Lancer yelled over the roar of the water ghost, "So how do we beat this thing? It just keeps regenerating itself!"
"We?" Sam muttered in his direction, "Since when are you factored into this?" The teacher pretended not to hear as Danny gave his comrade a warning glare.
"Not now Sam," he whispered.
"I'm just saying-"
"Anyway!" Danny said loudly, letting down his shield as the waterpus' attention was on an extremely wet and irritated black squirrel chattering angrily at it. (He never thought he'd be thanking a squirrel for a diversion.) "Mr. Lancer has a point. How do we beat this thing?"
But there wasn't time for anyone to give and answer. In its fury at the mad rodent that was now chucking acorns at the specter, the waterpus flailed its tentacles around, deflecting the projectiles at the three bystanders at top speed.
Danny shot a flurry of smaller shots at the acorns speeding towards his head before launching himself at the ghost full speed, ecto-blasts blazing while the squirrel proceeded to dart away, deciding to leave this big creature alone.
"It's head!" Sam yelled up to the young halfa, "Danny go for the head!"
Lancer looked hard at the ghost. Inside the watery head seemed to be a brain of some sort. "She's right Danny!"
"Like we needed your conformation," Miss. Manson muttered to herself. Lancer again pretended not to hear.
"Right," Danny said to himself, shooting himself at the space between the ghost's four eyes and rocketing through to the center of the head where there was a small ice crystal.
No.
It only looked like ice. The thing was like steel in strength and Danny had to power up a stronger blast to take it out.
"Sorry pal, but I'm not too fond of seafood."
Bam!
Water sprayed everywhere as the ghost lost its form. Dropping into a rather large puddle, Danny saw Tucker fall to the ground, finally released from that pod. An irritated bubbling came from underneath Danny's feet and the teen took the thermos from a very wet and disgruntled Tucker to suck the last traces of the ghost up before transforming back into his human half and turning to his English teacher.
"Mr. Lancer? What are you doing here?"
"I was, just wondering why you had to fly in and out of my house so quick. By the way," the man scanned the area curiously, "Where is Cujo?"
Danny's eyes widened, remembering what had happened to the puppy.
"My parents! We have to go get him!"
"Wait! What!" Lancer yelled, but Danny had already took off across the park and his two classmates, plus the teacher, had to sprint full speed to catch up.
"Danny, what happened to Cujo?" Mr. Lancer panted, worry etched on his face.
"I was on my way to help Sam and Tuck when my parents attacked from nowhere," Danny explained as the scenes flashed through his head. His parents had practically snuck up on him and Cujo, due to his not paying attention. Cujo had gone on the defensive and fought back while Danny had trusted the dog to handle it and sped off to take care of the waterpus.
Stupid stupid move Fenton! Now his parents probably had Cujo hooked up to some machine of theirs and were experimenting on the poor puppy right then.
The teen put on an extra spurt of speed and transformed again as he neared his house.
He had to get Cujo back.
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Catch ya on the flip side and look for an update of NWTA next. I'm actually going in an order! WOOT!
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