Disclaimer: I own naughta, not even the puppies…
A/N: Thanks oh so much for your support everyone. Also, I'm referring to Jack simply as "snowball" or the "presence" for now because Danny still can't see him. When Danny can, however, Jack will finally be referred to as such. However, Susan Drakian, thanks big time for your review, coupled with the few people who faved and followed this story since chapter three I was eager to send this chapter out for your reading pleasure. If you look you'll see the first signs of attachment.
Chapter Four: Snow fight
Recap: "But I'm no measly snowball, for, you see," a grin was heard, "I can summon up snow so deep and ice so thick, that they'd be begging you to go out and do something about it."
Danny shouldn't have asked for the snowball to prove it. Then again, the halfa shouldn't do a great many things (like pants the president). So with a deep sigh he rolled up the sleeves of his coat (yes, even with his ice core the temperature of the day was beyond his handling), and let out another blast of green energy as he slowly chipped away at the ice coating the road; children on slays speeding past him with whoops of glee that he so very much wished to share.
The presence merely laughed.
"Come oooon Phantom!" a policeman cried—of course, Danny thought, the first people to complain are the ones who have special Fenton weaponry. "Can't you just phase the ice off the road or something?"
"Only if you want to smash the poor abandoned puppies …or wind up giving cause to a flood."
"Unless you're going to do something I suggest you stop talking!"
Even Danny wasn't so vulgar as to cuss in front of kids. So why, praytell, where the adults still giving him the evil eye? Ah, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he was yelling upward, towards the presence, while the snowball lay innocently, mockingly, on the ground. With a glare and a huff Danny redirected his glowing eyes to the poor bystanders, "I swear, this is all the snowballs fault!" gloved fingers aimed at the little ball, "It's really a ghost…thing…of some sort!"
He tried to ignore the laughter that only he seemed to hear.
Questioningly, almost like the people of the city where doubting his sanity, the policeman and the others glanced around before a girl, giggling as if she was gifted with some secret that happened to be right under the adults noses, picked up the snowball and threw it.
Caught somewhere between being exasperated with the presences insistent desire to draw things in the ice and the battle that soon ensued, Danny lost track of who threw what and hit who. He was so lost in fact, that he hadn't even realized he had joined in the battle of snow (snow that, Danny inwardly noted, hadn't been there before), until it was time for the young girl to go back home.
"Good night Danny! Good night Jack!" The girl called as she ran towards her mother and out of sight.
Ah, kids, their obvious lack of understanding the power system of adults never ceased to amaze and delight him more…
"Wait…Jack?"
"…don't tell me you've already forgotten…" the presence all but whined as it floated somewhere to his left.
"…how did she know my snowball was named Jack…" Danny continued undeterred.
"Better yet," the presence moved to Danny's side, a fluttering of snow-white hair appearing for a mere second in the corner of his eye, "how could you think the snowball that I hit you with yesterday is the same as today?"