CHAPTER THREE- Sorry for the delay. Stuff happened.

As per usual, I don't own Danny Phantom.

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

GENERAL POV

The two teens walked silently to Danny's house on Tuesday morning, each absorbed in their own thoughts of what had happened on Friday night. Neither had spoken since then, and Danny had left suddenly for a Fenton family road trip. Surprisingly, no ghosts had attacked, so the two had no reason to meet up. Tucker now held the Fenton thermos loosely in his hand, the mechanics in it almost speaking to him.

They walked up the front steps of the Fenton household quietly and stepped in, not bothering to knock. They had grown so used to showing up in the mornings that their presence made little to no difference in the morning routine of the Fenton's.

The duo sank onto the couch, waiting quietly for Danny and still not speaking to one another. Each teen couldn't decide what to even say; it was too weird, too complicated.

"So…." Sam finally murmured, glancing over at the stairs and praying that Danny would come down them. "What's…up?"

Tucker rolled his eyes. "Oh come on Sam. We both know that we're avoiding the elephant in the room. We need to actually talk about this."

Sam sighed and tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "I know. I know. It's just really weird. Us having…powers and stuff."

Tucker snorted humorlessly and leaned back against the cushions, keeping a sharp eye on the stairs should Danny come down them. "Don't I know it. But I mean, hey. It's also pretty cool. Even cooler than the time that I got ghost powers."

Sam looked at her friend sharply, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Pardon?" she stammered.

The techno geek winced, forgetting that Sam had been sick during the Desiree incident. "Uh…"

"Hey guys! Sorry, I had an early wakeup call from the Box Ghost," Danny said lightly, rolling his eyes. He glanced at the two and tilted his head. "Uh…did I interrupt something?"

Tucker jumped to his feet, relieved to not have to face Sam's scrutiny for the moment. "Nope! Oh, here Danny," he said, handing over the Fenton thermos. "We had a little run in with Skulker Friday night."

Danny scowled and took the thermos from his friend, leading the two into the lab where he released Skulker into the confines of the Ghost Zone. "Why didn't you guys call me? Did he hurt you?"

Tucker and Sam glanced at one another and shook their heads. "Nope," Sam said. "He called us whelps, fired a couple of ecto blasts and then Tucker caught him in the thermos. It wasn't really much of a fight."

Danny blinked in surprise and pulled the now empty thermos from the release station, tucking it safely into his backpack. "That's weird. But lucky, I guess."

The two nodded and the group of teenage ghost hunters left the lab and began the short walk to school, opting for the millionth time not to take the bus. Danny chattered aimlessly about the weather and the people at school and homework and ghosts, while Tucker and Sam remained relatively silent.

Danny finally noticed this and he stopped, turning to look at his friends in concern. "Are you guys sure that you're okay? Tuck, you're never this quiet. And Sam, I was talking about nature. You always speak up when I talk about nature. Are you sure nothing happened Friday with Skulker?"

The ghost boy's friends nodded quickly. "Danny, we're sure," Sam assured him. "I'm just thinking about the fight. I was beat when I got home."

Danny winced, feeling guilty. "Man guys, I'm sorry. I should have captured Skulker that night instead of letting him go."

Sam shook her head. "It's cool, Danny. Seriously. Let's just get to class."

The halfa nodded and the trio ducked into the school building, leaving a curious Skulker floating behind, his face a mask of confusion.

"The ghost child doesn't know about his friends newfound powers?" the mechanical hunter murmured to himself in surprise.

An evil smirk spread across his face and he chuckled softly. "Well, isn't this a nice turn."

Danny, of course, had detention by the time school ended that day. It wasn't his fault; he had left English early to capture the Box Ghost, again (how did he keep getting out so fast?),and had completely missed gym class thanks to a surprise visit from Technus. Tetslaff had caught him sneaking back in and now he was stuck after school with Lancer.

"Don't worry, man, we'll keep an eye out for ghosts," Tucker promised as they walked him to Lancer's room.

"Yeah," Sam declared, clutching a book to her chest. "No problem for us. You just stop getting detention."

Danny snorted and placed his hand on the doorknob leading into Lancer's room. "I wish it was that easy. See you guys later," the boy muttered glumly, disappearing into exile for an hour.

Tucker and Sam almost immediately fled the school, taking the stairs to the outside two at a time and darting for Tucker's house, which was currently empty due to his parent's being at work.

"Why don't you just run ahead?" Tucker questioned Sam, his breathing already heavy.

The girl shook her head, barely panting. "No way. We're in this together, whether we like it or not Tucker. I'm going to stick with you. Besides, wouldn't want a ghost to find you in this weakened state," she teased.

Tucker scowled at his friend and pushed his glasses up his nose in determination. "Oh yeah? Then come on," he said confidently, screeching to a halt and leaning casually on a telephone pole. "Let's race back to my house."

Sam laughed. "You can't be serious," she giggled, before realizing that the geek was dead serious.

The Goth shrugged and gave a small smile. "Okay, if you want. I'll even let you have a head start if you want one."

Tucker glanced up at the telephone wires and gave an impish smile. "I don't think I'll need one. But stay here for just a sec, in case."

Sam frowned, thoroughly confused. "In case what?"

Rather than answering, Tucker placed a hand lightly on the electrical box on the outside of the telephone pole. He shut his eyes and almost immediately Sam could see the beads of sweat forming at his hair line. "Tucker…?" she questioned softly, reaching a tentative hand out.

With a snap and a crackle that sounded like static electricity, Tucker vanished into thin air. Sam shrieked and jumped back a solid two feet, her heart hammering in her chest as she whipped around, searching for ghosts.

Seeing none, a realization slowly dawned on the girl. "Oh no," she muttered, staring in disbelief in the direction of Tuckers house. "There is no way…"

Glancing around and seeing nobody, Sam took a deep breath and sprinted, arriving at the Foley household in a matter of five seconds. She placed her hand on the doorknob and turned it tentatively, sighing in relief when she found it open.

The girl stepped inside just in time to see Tucker pull himself to his feet from the floor, his head in his hands and his body crackling with energy. The phone next to him seemed almost to glow and Sam could only stare at her friend in disbelief.

Tucker glanced up and gave her a hesitant smile, his face dripping in sweat.

"You…you travelled…through the wires?" Sam stuttered, trying to tell herself that the mere idea was crazy.

Tucker gave a small smirk. "I win."

He immediately dropped to the ground in a dead faint and Sam gave a small smile, picking the boy up and walking him over to the couch.

She sat down next to the couch in a chair and shook her head in amazement. Tucker had just traveled using electricity. He had basically turned himself into electricity, Sam reasoned. Though it had taken a lot out of him, Sam was admittedly a little impressed.

She sat quietly for a while, absentmindedly lifting the coffee table using only her one foot while she thought about Tucker's interesting ability.

Nearly ten minutes later Tucker groaned and sat up, glancing around at Sam with a sheepish smile. "Sorry," he croaked, rubbing his forehead. "I've only done that one other time, and the first time it was on accident. I passed out for like an hour that time."

Sam chuckled and punched Tucker lightly. "You were only out for about ten minutes. Dude, that was awesome!"

Tucker gave a small smile. "Thanks. I'm hoping I can get to the point where I don't pass out at all."

"That would be much more useful if you could do that," Sam said with a laugh, standing up and moving to Tucker's dining room, the boy right behind her.

"Yeah. So now what?" the geek asked curiously. "I mean, I'm pretty wiped, so I don't think I'll be doing much for now, but I can help you if you want."

Sam smiled and glanced over at her friend. "Well yeah, dork. That's kind of what we're here for."

The two spent the next forty five minutes working together, Tucker timing Sam while she ran from school and back and then using a speedometer he produced out of thin air (okay, so he was quickly gaining back his strength) to measure how fast she actually was.

His eyebrows shot up when he first did that one, and he grinned. "Dude, you're faster than Danny by forty miles. He would be so jealous," he chuckled, pushing his glasses up.

Sam grinned and lifted Tucker's bed into the air, twirling it around on one finger easily. "He'd be jealous of you too, Tuck. Forget turning intangible; traveling through wires would be awesome!"

Tucker slowly frowned and set the speedometer on his bedside table, his eyes a bit sad. Sam noticed this and raised an eyebrow curiously, putting down his bed. "Tuck? What's up?"

Tucker sighed and rubbed his eyes anxiously. "Sam…what if Danny is jealous of us when we tell him? I mean…I know he has ghost powers. But ours are more…unique. Tied into our personal interests. His are just random."

Sam tilted her head thoughtfully. "Well…he can fly, become invisible, go intangible, has a ghostly wail, can shoot ice from his hands as well as laser beams, form protective shields around himself and others, can overshadow people...Tuck we can't do any of that stuff. Sure, I can run really fast and you can apparently travel through wires….but I'd still kill to be able to be invisible."

Tucker gave a small smile. "And flying would be sweet. But still."

Sam nodded gently. "I know. And that's why we can't tell him until we're sure."

Skulker, who had been observing the two quietly since they had left school, smiled evilly. "Well, well, well," he murmured, flying from the geek's house and into the sky. "This should make for an interesting hunt."

Woop! Powers are fun.

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