3 reviews guys...I know I'm not the best of writers, but this is ridiculous. I am really not happy. But that also may have to do with the fact that my volleyball practice is going over when I wanted my birthday party. Stupid volleyball coach. Plus he wants us 'conditioned'. Ok that's enough rambling. Just leave reviews at this point. Maybe that'll make me feel better on the inside.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the DP characters. Butch does. That would be awesome if I did, but I don't. And this goes for all my other chapters as well.

Jack: Good work, son! You're getting a raise in your allowance for this!
Danny: I have an allowance?

Chapter Four

Danny and Tucker went through the rest of the day fairly normal. Danny packed up his stuff and looked for Tucker down the sophomore hallway. Seeing Tucker try to fit all his "techno-gear" in his own backpack made Danny sigh. Why couldn't Tucker find a normal image? At least the geeky, loser of an image Danny held onto didn't come with gadgets.

"Hey Tuck," said Danny.

Tucker grabbed his now filled backpack off the floor and flung it over his shoulder. He faced his best friend and said, "Hey Danny. How was your last class?"

"Fine," said Danny. "Fallupa slammed me with a report due by Friday, but it's no big deal. I'm sure I'll get it done."

Tucker smiled. "Sam can't help you."

Danny slapped his forehead with his hand. "Doph!" he exclaimed. "I almost forgot. Great! Maybe the school grades start over with a new school…?"

"Nope," said Tucker. He was in the school's database on his PDA. "All our grades are transferring over as we speak."

"I'll find time to do the report," Danny said to himself. "So, what were you thinking of doing tonight before patrol?"

"Mini golfing with me and Sam?" Tucker asked.

"Ok," Danny said. "I'll meet you there in an hour."

"Sounds good," Tucker replied. "I'll go find Sam and talk her into buying my ticket. I'm out of money this week." Tucker grabbed the inside of his pockets and turned them inside out. All that came out was a little lint. Danny nodded his head and waved goodbye to the beret-wearing techno-geek. All he needed right now was a good fly to wear off the stress of an eight hour school day.

After placing his backpack behind a bush for protection, he changed into Danny Phantom and took to the skies. The relaxing wind blew in his face and pushed back his snow white hair. The only dangers up here were the birds. They moved out of his way…most of the time.

He checked to the clock that resided in the middle of Amity Park. His eyes widened and he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Oh my gosh!" he said to no one in particular. "I'm late! They are so going to kill me!"

"Not if I kill you first, ghost!" said a mysterious voice. It seemed almost as if the last word was spit out with distaste. "Didn't think I forgot about you, did you?"

Danny turned around only to find Valerie in her ghost hunting outfit again. Her grenade launcher was pointed in her direction. As if on cue, as soon as he turned around the launcher shot at him. Luckily for Danny they all hit nearby trees. He was now flying through the skies at less than relaxing speeds.

He turned around to shoot some ectoblasts at her sled. He knew from experience that the sled was where most of her weaponry was kept. The practice sessions late in the Lab had been for the good of this chase. His third shot hit dead on the center of her sled. It split down the middle.

Danny smiled to himself. He was getting better. A scream woke him from his bliss that appeared after his hit. Without her sled Valerie was falling towards the earth. He flew down to catch Valerie. He didn't have enough speed to catch her from underneath so he went for her wrists. As soon as he came in contact with them he was immediately shocked. It didn't do that much damage; it was the surprise that made him release.

She fell on her rump and landed with an 'oomph!' She looked up and saw Danny floating above her rubbing his wrists.

"What was that?" Danny asked.

Valerie stood up. "Like it?" she asked the ghost boy still in the air. "The Fentons made it for one of the girls their son hangs out with." She flashed him the Spector Deflector. Its silver gleam was hidden under her red jumpsuit during their fight.

Danny was wondering how she managed to get a hold of Sam's Spector Deflector. He slowly floated towards Valerie with his hand stretched out. Valerie noticed the look of panic go over his face before it disappeared behind his normal ghostly face.

"I'm not sure where that came from," he said to her. "But I do know it was not meant for you to have. Give it to me." He was at her level now.

She gave him a face that looked guilty. "I guess you're right…" she said. Just as sudden an angry face replaced the gentle face she had on. "I should kick your butt now!"

Before Danny could react she grabbed his wrist. The shock from the Spector Deflector ran electricity through his body again. She slammed him on his back and let go of his wrist to watch him squirm in pain.

He immediately reached for his head to check for lumps or bruises that might become harmful to him in later fights. Feeling good enough (as one could feel after being electrocuted and thrown on the ground) he looked up to see the smug look on Valerie's face. She now had one arm flexed at her side and the other arm had a small ecto-gun pointed directly at his head. Her legs were slightly apart, creating the physical appearance of a dominant position over the ghost boy.

His back suddenly was on fire. He reached an arm to feel his back. Feeling around he determined nothing was broken (except his pride). He would probably be sore for a few days, but nothing out of the ordinary for a teenage ghost fighting superhero. 'Note to self,' he thought. 'Never touch Valerie again.'

"Listen," he said to her in an annoyed tone. "I don't have time for this. I have a social life, you know!"

"I don't care, ghost!" she screamed back at him. She took the arm away from her side to steady her aim of the ecto-gun while it was charging. A small beep came from the gun signaling it was ready to annihilate.

"Valerie!" shouted an African American man in what looked like a mail carriers uniform. He had a slight gut, but was in pretty good shape for a 40-year-old man with a teenage daughter.

"Oh no! Not Dad!" the girl in the red jumpsuit whispered.

Seeing his chance Danny became intangible and waved goodbye to her as he phased through the ground. "And with that," he said to her. "I bid you adieu."

She growled in frustration at losing her chance, but had to quickly and quietly hide behind the tree to change out of her jumpsuit.

Relieved that he had gotten away from Valerie, Danny was now preparing for the consequences that Tucker and Sam would give him for being late. He made his way on the course and found a large bush to transform back into Danny Fenton. He got his shirt caught on a thorn coming out of the bush and it rustled with his movement. Tucker and Sam noticed this and instantly tensed. A year of ghost fighting with Danny had them prepared for anything that might come along.

"Duh, ghost powers!" Danny said out loud. He turned intangible and easily stepped out of bush. Tucker and Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

Tucker laughed a little. "We thought you were a ghost," he explained to Danny. "Or something else we don't see everyday."

Changing the subject Sam said, "What's the excuse this time?" She was obviously a little bit irritated.

Danny rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness. "Uh, well. I lost track of time. Then out of no where Valerie attacked me." He suddenly remembered something about the fight earlier. He eyed Sam for a minute. "Do you happen to know how she got a hold of the Spector Deflector?"

"No," said Sam.

"Well, try and get it back from her. She electrocuted me a few times and I don't want to experience that again!" said Danny.

Tucker, not in the conversation, had taken this time to get ahead of Sam. He was so focused on the ball that sweat started to drip from his forehead. He tapped the ball and it rolled down the green through the windmill. On the other side it rolled almost perfectly to the hole.

"Yes!" he shouted. This caught the attention of Sam and Danny. Tucker grabbed the score sheet they had been keeping and marked on it.

"Looks like we're tied now, Sam," he told her.

Danny grabbed a putter that had fallen on the ground and aimed to hit a ball. He hit it and it went through the windmill exactly like Tucker's had moments earlier. It rolled down the hill directly to the hole.

"Looks like I could beat both of you in my sleep," Danny said.

At this time a shock rippled through the ground causing the three friends to fall down.

"What the…" Sam said bewildered. Danny looked across the course to where a patch of grass was glowing a ghostly green. Danny transformed into Phantom. His legs disappeared and in their place came a ghost tail. He flew to where the quake had begun. Sam and Tucker jumped up as well and grabbed their motorized scooters, following the ghost boy.