CHAPTER TWO- Hey guys. I've decided to keep on with the story, considering a lot of people read the first chapter.

LunaraGK: Thank you! Hope you enjoy!

The Talent: I needed to try something that I hadn't seen before. I was getting tired of the same old "Tucker and Sam and Jazz get ghost powers" nonsense

rvernon321: Yes. Yes it is.

I don't own Danny Phantom. I just binge watch it and feel nostalgic.

Tucker smirked. "Sam, you tackled Skulker while he was nearly twenty feet in the air."

GENERAL POV

Sam grimaced, passing a hand over her forehead wearily. "Seriously?"

Tucker nodded and looked at her. "Yeah. That's why it took me a minute to react. But how'd you do that?"

Sam frowned and shook her head, crossing her arms. "Oh, no way. I asked you first. Explain, geek boy."

Tucker pinched his nose and stared at the pavement for a while. "Well…it's going to sound crazy," he admitted.

"Ha," Sam snorted. "We hang out with a half ghost who can split himself into two-well, sort of. Nothing you say can sound crazy compared to that."

Tucker chuckled softly and adjusted his hat. "Okay, okay. Um…I'm not sure exactly how to explain it. I'll start with the thermos. There wasn't one in my backpack. I kind of like…made it appear."

Sam raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Come again?"

Tucker shrugged. "I made it appear. Like, I thought about it, and it was in my hand."

"Yeah right," Sam muttered.

Tucker sighed and pulled the thermos from Sam's grasp before she could say anything else. "Just watch," he muttered in annoyance.

He glared at the thermos for a moment, and Sam was about to point out that nothing was happening when it vanished from his fingers.

The girl gasped in surprise and flipped his hand over, expecting some kind of trick. "Holy crap," she muttered, when she realized that it was anything but.

Tucker nodded, beads of sweat just barely visible on his forehead. "Yeah. That's what I said the first time the remote magically appeared in my hand. And then I passed out. But anyway, the car. Yeah, I started it and moved it with my mind."

He said it quickly and shut his eyes, waiting for the ridicule he was sure was coming. When none hit him, he glanced over at Sam to find her staring at him. "You're not kidding," she whispered.

Tucker shook his head slowly, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Nope. But it took so much energy that I passed out. Again. But anyway, it's like that with pretty much anything that's technological in any way. As long as it takes batteries or uses electricity in some way, I can move it, summon it, whatever. But it takes a lot of focus and energy, especially on bigger items. Frankly I'm amazed I was able to move that car. But if it's smaller, like the thermos, I can do it pretty quickly and don't have to be concentrating as much."

He held up Sam's cellphone and her hand flew to her pocket, where it had been originally. "Geez," she muttered, snatching it back from him. "Wasn't expecting that."

Tucker spread his hands in front of him and shrugged, and then glanced at Sam. "All right, now you."

Sam tugged on a piece of loose hair and looked across the street for the moment, trying to figure out how to phrase her words. "It's kind of the same…or at least, similar. It's like all of my natural abilities, except taste and touch, have been turned up about fifty notches."

Tucker cocked his head. "How so?"

Sam shrugged. "You saw. I jumped twenty feet or whatever. But I can jump higher than that, if I want to. In gym class last week, when we were lifting weights, I could have lifted nearly twenty times more than Dash. I probably could have lifted that car you moved. But it takes a lot of energy, like you said."

She frowned and rubbed her cheek before continuing. "My sight, hearing, and smell have increased. Luckily, I have some control over the senses or it could be bad. With sight, I can see tiny details at probably fifty feet; further, if there's nothing in the way. I can also see really well at night. Smell, it's like a dogs. Thank goodness I can turn it off if I want to. And with hearing, I can hear anything in a fifteen mile radius, as long as it's not blocked."

Tucker frowned and tapped his chin, his eyebrows furrowed. "Example?"

Sam tilted her head in thought. "Well…if you and Danny were at his house talking, I'd be able to hear you clear as day even if I was inside my house, as long as my window was open. But if my window was shut or it was noisy outside, it would be nearly impossible. It's kind of weird."

Tucker grimaced slightly, his face taking on a strange expression. "Well great. Now I'll never be able to speak freely ever again."

Sam smiled thinly and gave a harsh laugh. "Now I always have to keep an eye on my phone. Don't worry. I don't plan on listening in on any conversations unless I have to."

Tucker chuckled. "Well, the same goes for your phone. I don't plan on stealing it…unless I want to annoy you."

Sam punched him, laughing a bit. They fell silent for another moment, and then Tucker glanced up anxiously. "How'd Danny take it when you told him?"

Sam stilled and lifted her eyes. "Danny doesn't know," she whispered.

Tucker pursed his lips. "Yeah. I didn't tell him either."

The Goth raised an eyebrow and looked sideways at the geek. "Really? You guys tell each other everything."

Tucker shrugged and leaned on his knees, staring at the pavement. "Yeah but this…it started happening only a month or so after Danny got his ghost powers. I didn't want him to worry any more than he already was."

"Same," Sam murmured, twisting her fingers together. "And then after that, after I was more able to control the powers better, it just seemed pointless to say anything."

Tucker chewed on his lower lip for a moment and then looked up. "I've been thinking. Even before I knew about your…powers, I guess. I've been thinking about how this happened."

Sam just shrugged and chewed on her thumbnail. "I have too. And I can't come up with anything."

"Really?" Tucker questioned in surprise. "Because I think it's kind of obvious."

Sam glanced over at him with a frown. "Well, then what do you think it is?"

The boy adjusted his hat and leaned back on the steps. "When Danny turned into a ghost, I think the radioactivity from the ghost portal affected us."

"Really?" Sam questioned in disbelief. "That's your theory?"

Tucker raised an eyebrow at her knowingly. "Can you think of any other explanation?"

Sam fell silent as she pondered this and she finally shook her head. "No, not really. That makes about as much sense as anything. But…what do we tell Danny?"

Tucker shook his head after a moment. "Nothing. He's still having some difficulty, especially since Jazz found out. I think we should learn to control these a little better, and then tell him."

The Goth nodded slowly. "Yeah. I think you're right. But if it was from the radioactivity, why did it take so long to show up?"

"I've thought about that too," Tucker said, leaning back against Sam's front stoop. "I think it's just because we weren't directly hit with it. This might also be the reason we're having such a hard time controlling it."

Sam nodded thoughtfully and glanced down at her watch. "It's getting kind of late. You should get home."

Tucker stood up and pulled the Fenton thermos from behind his back. "What do we do with Skulker?"

The Goth's eyebrows shot up. "I thought you sent that back to Danny's house?"

Tucker smirked and hopped off of Sam's steps onto the ground. "Yeah but I didn't want to take the chance of Mr. Fenton finding it and accidentally releasing the guy. I'll give it to Danny next time we see him."

Sam nodded and reached for her door knob. "So…do you want to get together sometime, try to work with controlling these powers?"

Tucker smirked. "Sure. Considering Danny will probably have detention when we get back to school, we can do it next week without letting him know."

"Do you feel bad? You know, about hiding this from Danny?" Sam asked guiltily, rubbing the back of her neck and looking intently at Tucker.

The techno geek winced and nodded, looking away. "Yeah. I mean, he's my best friend Sam. I've known him since we were kids. It's been killing me not telling him. But he has so much on his plate already that as much as I want to, I just can't bring myself to tell him."

He glanced up with a halfhearted smile. "The fact that I told you lifted such a big weight off my shoulders."

Sam gave him a grim smile. "Same here. Night, Tucker."

Tucker tilted his hat slightly. "Goodnight Sam."

The girl pushed open her door and turned to go inside. "Oh, and Tucker?"

Tucker glanced over his shoulder at his friend. "Yeah, Sam?"

Sam crossed her arms and scowled. "Give me back my phone."

Tucker grinned, stuck his hand in his pocket, and tossed Sam's phone over before darting away into the night.

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