I do not own Danny Phantom.

Spontaneous Flames and Busted!

Sam sat crossed-legged in the middle of the library, violet eyes scanning her poetry book. Danny was on one of the plush chairs, eyes half-lidded as he struggled to stay awake. Tucker was playing on his freshly charged P.D.A, covered in bruises he had yet to explain about. They were not looking forward to another after school detention, but Sam had to admit the last one wasn't so bad. She could catch up on her reading.

Now it was a normal school day and it meant projects by the dozens. The last month of school was always the hardest. Lancer's English class had dibs on the library, and everyone was on the computer researching or playing Zombie Hunt. The trio had gotten kicked off their computers for playing a three-way tournament of Doom.

"How was detention for you?" Danny asked Sam.

She glanced up and shrugged. "It wasn't so bad. No Shakespeare lectures."

Danny scowled. "Just because the detention is after school doesn't give him a right to teach me an entire lesson!"

"It's helping you pass, isn't it?" Tucker asked.

"Whatever. How was it getting your parents not to punish you?"

Sam smirked. "It was a snap." She snapped her fingers for emphasis.

A spark of fire flew from her fingers and landed on a page of her poetry book. Sam scrambled backwards in shock as the entire book was engulfed in flames and the fire started to spread down the carpet. "Crap!"

Tucker gaped at the growing fire for a moment before raising his hand. He didn't get to do anything, since the fire alarms blared and the smoke was soon clogging the room. Lancer came tearing around the corner and he stared at the growing flames, his panicking students and the trio pressed against the wall for just a moment.

"Fire escape! Now!"

The students stampeded for the door, completely forgetting every fire drill safety rule in that one instant. Sam glanced at Danny with horror and regret, and watched other freaked out students run past the library through the glass windows.

"Get moving you three!" Lancer snapped.

Tucker got up and sprinted past Lancer with his two best friends following behind. They made it onto the grassy field and they joined every other Casper High student milling about on the grass, staring at the smoke wafting into the sky with surprised expressions.

"How could I have done that?" Sam moaned and clutched her spider bag to her chest. "I could have killed someone!"

"But you didn't," Danny soothed. He stared at the school as well.

Tucker frowned and stood on the tips of his toes. He scanned the field and bit his lip in panic. "Danny?"

"Yeah?"

"Lancer didn't make it outside."

"Ooooh," Sam whimpered in panic, hand pressed over her mouth as her violet eyes widened with horror.

"Bring me in."

Danny stared at Tucker as if he was insane. "What?"

"That fire is going to collapse the school any time. You and I both know that if I don't at least calm it down a bit, you and Lancer definitely won't make it out of there."

Danny could already hear the groaning of splintering wood. He was reluctant to bring Tucker inside the flaming school, but he knew the techgeek would find a way in anyway. "Alright."

Sam watched the two turn invisible. She sunk to the ground as they took off, rocking back and forth and moaning. Guilt and gut-wrenching fear was tearing apart her insides. If Lancer, Danny and Tucker didn't make it back out, she would never forgive herself.

Danny phased them into the school. Black smoke filled the air and orange flames licked their way down halls and up walls. Danny turned intangible to avoid the flames and glanced worriedly down at Tucker.

"I'll be fine! Just go get Lancer." Danny nodded once and flew off, scanning the burnt tiles and scorched classrooms for his English teacher. Tucker blew heavily and a sheet of ice coated the flames coming for him. Steam rose up and mixed with the smoke, but the flames faltered before going out with a final hiss of protest.

Tucker created a snowball and scowled when it instantly started melting in his hands. He chucked it at the ceiling and the flames fizzled before disappearing. The front of his yellow sweater was pulled up to block the thick smoke, but it was making his eyes water.

Hurry up, Danny.

Danny phased through the burnt wood and plaster. He finally spotted his middle-aged English teacher unconscious on the ground. He grunted as he picked him up and flew him all the over to Tucker.

Crack!

Danny froze, glowing green eyes widening in horror. The roof gave another loud splintering sound, creaking under the demolished supports and threatening to cave.

Lancer needed to get out fast. But so did Tucker. Danny made a split second decision. He phased through the wall and flew through the air. He ignored the confused and eager shouts of his fellow students and spotted his Goth friend crouched by a tree, hidden away from the rest of the crowd.

"Oh man!" she cried as Lancer was gently deposited at her feet. "Is he-?"

"He's fine. I need to go get Tucker. Get him some help for me will you?"

Sam didn't get a chance to respond as Danny took off. She felt Lancer's pulse and was relieved to feel it was relatively normal. But the burns and smoke inhalation would need to be treated quickly.

"Medic! Assistance is needed please!"

...

Tucker coughed and gagged. The smoke was raging havoc on his lungs, but he had no way of getting out. The fire in the south hall was taken care of, and so was the one in the cafeteria and the communications room.

Technology first.

He used more energy to create an ice cloud. He blasted it at the ceiling and sighed with fatigue. The snow melted the licking flames, but the roof was still groaning. It was going to collapse no matter what.

He really hoped Danny got Lancer out.

He really really hoped Danny would get him out.

"Tucker!"

The worry-filled call caused Tucker to whirl around and wave his hands wildly in the air at the halfa blowing out the flames at the other end of the hall with his ice breath. "Over here!"

Tucker froze and slowly glanced up when the roof gave a final groan before tumbling in. The burnt and slightly flaming pieces of plaster came raining down towards him. "Oh sh-!"

Danny hastily flew down the hall and grabbed Tucker by the waist. Both went intangible and the plaster went right through them and shattered on the floor, white dust rising up and mixing with the putrid black smoke.

Danny phased them outside and cursed when the sleeve of his costume caught on a piece of board. He gave an impatient tug and he was free. He went invisible and flew to where Sam was.

Sam stood up and grinned with relief when Danny and Tucker stood in front of her. "You guys are okay!"

"How's Lancer?" Tucker asked hoarsely, coughing once more.

"He's okay. The burns were easily treatable. I think you should get checked out, Tuck."

Tucker scowled. "No hospitals!"

Sam rolled her violet eyes and then notices a small flame licking its way up Danny's sleeve. "Danny!"

"What?" Danny followed her gaze and yelped.

"I got it!" Tucker quickly blew and a coat of ice covered Danny's arm. Danny arched an eyebrow. Tucker grinned sheepishly and shrugged. Sam snorted and gently melted the ice off of Danny's arm.

"M-Mr. Foley? Miss Manson?"

The trio whirled around and stared at a shocked Lancer, who was holding an icepack to his head gingerly with his bandaged arm hanging at his side. He gaped at them, and Danny realized he was still in his elemental Phantom form.

Crap!

Tucker couldn't help but mutter, "This time it's Sam's fault."