4/18/09

AN~ I told ya'll I would try and stay consistent so here's the next chapter.

BTW I thank everyone for reading my story it really means a lot to me knowing I didn't lose my imagination and can still write stories. (I was kinda scared I lost that). So thank ya'll.

Oh and just to let ya'll know something funny I told my family about me writing this story so my mom and grandmother wanted me to read it to them. I was like okay… but of course they know nothing of Danny Phantom so I spent about a half hour explaining the main details to them and made them watch the opening theme. While reading it I got stopped about a dozen times to explain something or other and my grandmother was like "Wait they can see ghosts? How's that possible??" I was like "It's a CARTOON!"

Sorry for the long authors not I had to get that off my chest and maybe help a few people smile.

Disclaimer- I do not own Danny Phantom.

Chapter 3

Life or Death

Lancer blinked, trying to get the spots out of his eyes. It was as though the largest light bulb in the world had blown out. He blinked a few more times and with a sinking heart noticed the deadly silence.

He had gotten pretty accustomed to hearing the ghost boys ragged breathing so when he didn't hear it anymore he panicked. Blinking more rapidly trying desperately to clear his vision but only seeing spots, he went in the direction of the ghost boy. His vision slowly becoming clearer he could make out the ghost boys white hair but without any glow, there was actually no glow anywhere on the young ghost's body. The boy looked human. Snapping out of his thoughts he tried to focus on the emergency at hand. He didn't really understand why the ghost breathed but he figured if the ghost did breathe he was sure to "die" or be destroyed.

It was a requirement for all faculty and staff at Casper High to take first aid courses every year and Lancer was no exception. Using the skills he learned he hurried to the boy and kneeled over him ignoring the pain in his knees from the small pieces of glass. As if he were put on autopilot he proceeded with the steps of CPR/Rescue Breathing, putting his cheek about 2 inches from the boys face he looked in the direction of the boy's chest and placed two fingers upon the side of his neck feeling for a pulse. The first thing Lancer noticed was the boy definitely was not breathing then the second thing he noticed was the boy had a light pulse.

Lancer nearly jumped to his feet in shock. If it hadn't been automatic to check he wouldn't have bothered, he was not expecting this. The breathing was one thing but a heartbeat?!

Okay, focus. If you do not do something soon there will be neither breathing nor the heartbeat.

Pulling himself together he quickly began CPR. One breath every 30 pumps. By the 8th repetition the ghost boy gasped. Lancer sat back breathing heavily from the exertion feeling slightly lightheaded but very relieved.

He looked down at the boy who was now panting as he was before but panting was much better than nothing. Lancer couldn't help but notice that the glow had not returned and as the boy opened his eyes he saw that they too were missing a familiar glow. Without this the boys skin didn't seem nearly as pale as to be expected for a ghost to have, he actually seemed to have a light tan.

Lancer crawled towards the boy trying carefully to avoid being cut. He leaned over the boy looking into the boys tear filled eyes. "Phantom? Can you hear me?"

The boy stared blankly for a minute then his eyes slowly focused on Lancer's then as the question processed in his head he nodded.

"Okay, Phantom, I'm going to get you out of here we need to get you in the car." Lancer told him but hesitated scared to move the boy.

Phantom stared at him again obviously having trouble processing information but after a few seconds he nodded again. This time he did not move though but instead closed his eyes and just breathed.

Lancer was so nervous he could feel himself shaking, he wasn't sure what would happen if he moved the boy but if he didn't the consequences could be worse, especially with all the ghost hunters out there who want nothing more than to be the cause of the end of Phantom.

Lancer put one arm under the ghost boys back and one under his legs. He braced himself doubting he would be able to stand up but was surprised at how light the boy was. He wasn't exactly weightless but more like half the weight of someone his "age" should be. Lancer made it to his feet a little shakily and started toward the door mentally checking that he remembered his keys. He went as fast as he could while trying not to jostle the boy in his arms too much.

He made it to his car and of course realized there was no way for him to open the door.

The Adventures of Huckleberry Fin! Can anything go right today? He silently cursed his luck and slowly squatted down placing phantom against the car so he could open the back door. Lancer made a quick glance at the boy just to check that he was still breathing before picking him up again and ever so carefully laid him on the backseat of his car.

Lancer practically jumped in the driver's seat and quickly pulled out of the parking lot but still being cautious enough as not to jerk the car around and avoid as many bumps in the road as possible.

Lancer did a good job at hiding his emotions but in truth he was mentally freaking out. He didn't have the slightest idea how to take care of the boy, the ghost boy. How do you take care of a ghost? A very ill and very injured ghost? He didn't have a clue.

Lancer kept glancing in the backseat at every little noise or every absent of noise. He was not willing to take any chances he just had to make it home with the ghost boy still alive.

Lancer couldn't help but think of how odd the thought was. "Ghost boy, alive?" that was a definite contradiction if there ever was one. A ghost being alive was just insanity. The whole point of being a ghost is that you had to have died to be that way. This ghost though seemed to be the contradiction in itself. A ghost that breathed and had a heartbeat, now something is definitely wrong with that.

There was one question that kept going across Lancer's mind. By performing CPR on him does that mean that I saved his life or that I saved his death? The question disturbed him.

They stopped at a red-light and again Lancer decided to check on his ghostly companion. Looking in the rearview mirror he saw Phantom propped up on an elbow while staring oddly at his other hand. The looks on his face was a mix of confusion and…fear? Lancer assumed this was the first time the ghost realized his lack of unearthly glow he usually possessed but the next thing the boy did threw lancer for a loop.

The boy brought his hand up to his untidy hair, grabbing a piece of his bangs and pulling it down in front of his face. His eyes crossed looking at the piece of hair; Lancer would have laughed if the situation wasn't so serious. With a soft sigh the boy let go of the piece of hair looking extremely relieved. Lancer was confused beyond measure.

Someone behind them hit their horn telling Lancer the light was green and to move already. Lancer went forward; hundreds of thoughts going through his head, occasionally watching the wounded boy in the back seat relax into a restless sleep. Lancer wasn't sure what was going to happen in the near future but he knew one thing, he was beginning to get attached to the young ghost boy, the ghost boy that looked so much like a human boy.

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~Mia