So...this plot bunny is adoptable, maybe it'll spark someone's imagination. It's been in my head for awhile.

This is NOT a Danny beating up Dash story. I know it's awesome to show off Danny's strength, but I think a clever prank war would show off some of the smarts he's probably acquired from fighting as well...being sneaky, creative, and maybe a liiittle vindictive...

Anyway, Danny doesn't hurt the innocent in the show, but he HAS played pranks on Dash, and I'd love to see a story that played with that more (point one out to me if you know any!). The pranks can be anywhere from ghost-powered ones to just plain childish ones (I was thinking dead, rotting fish in his locker, the bastard).

So, either way, it's a Danny gets Revenge fic, and we all know how satisfying those can be.

So...just review if you like this, then!

-Phanny

Danny Fenton hated gym class. Frankly, he hardly knew anyone who didn't hate gym class - even the most athletic students hated it, because they didn't get to compete in sports with their respective extracurricular team, who were more suited to playing them well, and instead had to play with the losers and wimps who could hardly catch a ball. Where's the fun in that?

Well, Dash Baxter managed to find some enjoyment out of that fact alone. He had so much pent up aggression…sure, he could roughhouse with his football teammates, but it was nice to have someone who couldn't fight back just so he didn't even have to try.

Yes, it was cruel and immature, but Dash was always a little immature at heart. He never got in trouble, why not milk his privileges? There's no way he would get away with it after high school, he had to get it out of his system now.

His favorite target was Fenton, not because he was the scrawniest guy he knew (though that certainly played a big part in it in the beginning), but because near the end of freshman year he had become more…interesting. More defiant, more daring, more disrespectful to the kind of Casper High, so beating him up felt so much more rewarding.

It wasn't until that day, that fateful day, that Dash would realize exactly how far he could push Fenton before he got serious. Very, very serious.

It was Thursday, a sunny day which allowed the class to go outside and play the sport of the week - baseball, in this case. Dash was better at football, but he was certainly better at baseball than most of the other kids in the class.

Dash was pissed. This morning when he had gone to give Fenton his daily beating, and he had pushed right past him, as if he wasn't even there. Well, okay, it was like he was there because Fenton pushed him (surprisingly hard) out of his way, almost slamming him into a locker. Though the raven-haired kid didn't seem to notice his mistake, and he did seem awfully tired and otherwise unaware of his surroundings, Dash wouldn't be quick to forget.

Fenton was up to bat. Dash was the pitcher.

Tetslaff was watching, so Dash desperately tried to resist the urge to make Fenton pay until after class, but it was so strong. As he wound up the pitch, he realized too late that he had aimed a little higher than necessary…

When the Manson girl pushed him out of her way (again! Why was he the one getting pushed around!), he realized that Fenton was down, and several other kids were cautiously walking toward him, the others didn't quite know what to do. Dash wondered if anyone would notice if he went to see what was obviously his handiwork.

"Oh, he's bleeding!" A girl Dash sort of recognized (her name escaped him), cried. Manson had grabbed a tissue from the pocket of her gym shorts and was quickly dabbing at Fenton's left eye, which was quickly bruising.

"All right, out of the way," Tetslaff's rough voice cut through the murmuring, "ugh, that's gonna be a shiner."

At that moment Fenton opened his good eye, groaning and sitting up slowly. Confused, he pawed at his stubborn left eye, the one that refused to open.

"Don't touch it!" Manson told him, grabbing his hand, "you'll make it worse."

"It won't open!" He replied.

"Manson, take him to the nurse," Tetslaff interrupted, "everyone else, back in your positions! Nothing to see here!"

Dash was relieved that he wasn't in trouble, and looked over at Fenton's retreating back only to see him turn around and give him what had to be the most surprisingly frightening glare he had ever received.

…Maybe he was in trouble.

Damn right you are, boy.