Chapter 7: The Morning After.

(POV of Tucker Foley.)

"Mom, Dad, I'm going to Danny's! I'll be home for meatloaf!"

"Take care!"

"I will." Hi, Tuck here, and it's about time.

I left home around ten and headed for Danny's place. In my backpack I carried my laptop among all my other awesome technology. I knew that we would need it for reviewing the videos, and plus, I'm cool like that.

Speaking of videos, Sam really needs to see the broadcasted videos and we both really needed to have a talk with Danny. I could hardly sleep a wink last night I was so shocked...

While lost in my thoughts, I rounded a curb and nearly hit Sam head on. "Hey" I said, "try and be more careful, will you Sam?"

She gave me a 'shut-your-mouth' glare, which I obeyed. "I will when you will," she said.

We walked together and rounded the last curb to the Fenton's place, "Danny's parents won't be home all day and neither will Jazz, she told me so. I'm not sure why, so let's get started right away."

I nodded as we walked up to the Fenton's front door, and Sam pulled at the handle.

She jiggled it roughly, "Locked," she said…

Awkwardness: enter center stage. It was like being locked out of our own house. We spend more waking hours at Danny's then anyplace else. Sam knocked and rung the doorbell a few times, while I just sat there.

"So," Sam finally spoke up, "what had you so edgy yesterday?"

"You'll see," I replied. Sam didn't seem very relaxed today, she was talking monotone and her eyes didn't seem to look anywhere but dead ahead. I probably looked pretty tired myself.

About a minute later, we heard oddly paced footsteps headed for the door. By that time Sam looked like she'd break it down herself.

Finally Danny opened the door and-oh boy. I couldn't believe the look on Sam's face when Danny finally showed up, and with-OUT a shirt on. I covered my mouth to keep from cracking up. It was all I could do.

Danny looked half asleep. Sam just gawked, and turned a deep shade of red.

Danny yawned, "It's not ten-thirty yet." He leaned into the door.

Sam snapped out of her trance and pushed past Danny. "It's close enough Danny. We've got work to do."

He groaned, "Not until ten-thirty."

"C'mon dude," I followed Sam into the living room, "we've got some pretty big fish to fry." I noticed Sam wore a funny look on her face, and then she went into the kitchen.

Danny collapsed face-first into the couch, "five more minutes."

Well, I thought, might as well get my computer ready. At this point, I heard Sam walk back into the living room. Danny and Sam aren't the only ones with trained senses, which meant that I didn't even bother to look her way. That is, until I heard the shrieking.

I whipped around, (expertly I might add) and got ready to run-I mean fight.

Turns out I didn't need to do anything but laugh like crazy. Danny was soaking wet and wore an expression of unmatched hilarity, as Sam stood over him by the couch. She held in her hand a very suspicious looking empty water glass.

Danny sputtered. I laughed harder, "What was that for?" he shouted at the wall.

"Oh," Sam said, "You're awake? Good." She said sadistically, "let's get this over with, shall we?" Danny nodded in defeat, "Great, now go get dressed."

Danny slumped up the stairs so I turned the TV on and jumped on the couch.

"You'd think he'd learn one of these days to listen to you, right Sam?"

Sam grabbed a pillow and sat on the floor. "You still haven't," she smirked, "Turn the channel on 4, I want to see what's on the news."

"Hey, wait just a," Sam swiped the remote form me, "minute," I finished lamely.

She turned the channel immediately to Action News and sat patiently through the commercials. I pulled out Lola (which I'm proud to say, is my newest PDA) and goofed off.

Danny sauntered down the stairs and gave Sam a weird look. Then he sat down on the floor not to close, but not to far from her, and hugged his knees. Yes I notice these things. There's an open bet in school on which semester they're finally going notice each other, and I plan to win it.

"So, what're we watching?" Danny asked.

"The news," Sam replied plainly, and looked back at Danny, "do you honestly think that yesterdays fight won't be the talk of the town for a while?"

Danny inclined his head and I nudged Sam with my boot. She glared at me, so I gestured to Danny's slumped shoulders. She backed off after that.

"Anyway," Sam said, "I heard that Vlad's called a town meeting pronto. It starts at eleven, and is supposed to take a lunch break about an hour in."

Danny sat tall at the mention of Vlad, he looked at the screen with determination and finally, the commercials were over.

The reporter (some blonde who was way to perky) introduced herself as Tiffany Snow, and thanked the viewers for tuning in.

"Good morning," she finished, "moving on, today I'm substituting for reporter Shelly Makamoto. Who, as you all have heard, bravely captured the most brilliant footage of a ghost fight ever recorded, along with the assistance of cameraman, Mike."

I paused my game, "I though the cameraman's name was Mac?"

She went on, "Shelly Makamoto was fairly unharmed and was released from the hospital this morning. We bring you live to Ms. Makamoto now."

Shelly's face appeared on the right half of the screen, and Danny flinched at a bruise on her face. "Hi Tiff!" Shelly said.

"Hello Shelly, so, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, the Dr. said I'll be good as new very soon."

"That is just absolutely wonderful. And speaking of wonderful, how did you ever find the courage to get closer to Danny Phantom in action, then anyone has ever dared before?"

"Reporters instincts, Ms. Snow."

"I see, and how did Ms. Hounds fare?"

Shelly blinked a few times, "She's alright, and the Dr. said something about passing out from shock. I guess it was all just too much for her."

"I see, well, thank you for joining us Ms. Makamoto."

"Your welcome Tiff." Shelly's video feed was taken down.

Danny shouted at the TV, "What about the cameraman?"

Sam punched his shoulder, "there's no use getting mad at the TV Danny. Just watch."

We all watched and listened for a while. That's when our jaws dropped, well, Sam's and mine did, Danny hid his face entirely…

WOW. I pulled this together in one night…Hope there aren't a load of mistakes. My exams are over! And I couldn't be more tired.

Anyways, I don't own DP, or any character (except Mac) in this chapter. All credit for characters goes to Butch.

See you next Sunday! If I get a creative streak, I might even update sometime mid-week!

Yikes, there's that rhyming again. I think they're two or three more in the chapter, too.