And as I flip out from lack of inspiration, I give you all another one-shot from my weak mind right now. Have I lost it? Eh, no. At least, I hope not...

EDIT (8/21/2008) Props to Writers-BlockDP for finding the error of my ways!

Challenge by Devianta

6. Ferry

Some boats are the way of love…

Twenty years. Twenty years had passed since they had defeated Vlad Plasmius, saved the world, and he had become the mayor of Amity Park. Ups and downs had occurred, naturally, and one of those had been finally having his crush from high school and having her hand in marriage. With the little bit of money he had, he bought a house boat for their honeymoon, taking it the some-odd miles to Lake Michigan and giving it the test run before finally allowing his wife onto the wedding present he gave her.

That was fifteen years ago.

She loved it so much. They had been together for literally one-seventh of a century, and life was good for the both of them. They had no children yet, but Mrs. Valerie Foley was on her way to bearing her first newborn son within a matter of weeks. She rubbed her stomach and smiled, gazing out over the water. Her hair blew slightly in the breeze from the coasting of the Celestial Arrow as her husband got down from the loft of the boat. "We're sailing at thirty knots now, dear," he told her, kissing her cheek as he took a seat on the chair facing the water. "We should be at the cabin in around an hour."

"An hour?!" she cried out in mock anger. "Isn't that a wait?"

Tucker Foley grinned at this and pulled out his PDA. "Perhaps," he told her slyly, beginning to type furiously on the device. "Maybe I want to stay a little bit longer out on the water today."

Valerie smiled and shook her head. "He's kicking."

"He? With your ghost hunting abilities, Val, I would've thought it was a girl."

She laughed. "As if."

Deep down, though, something was troubling her. Ghost-hunting. Tucker hadn't called Danny in the past six months, despite the numerous requests on the answering machine that he call him back. Danny and Sam married around eight years ago, finally allowing full bloom of their relationship at twenty-seven years old. She sighed and glanced out over the seas. "Ever thought about calling Danny back?"

Tucker looked thoughtful and began punching in some numbers. Valerie got up from the chair and walked into the kitchen portion of the boat. She began to pull out some things to make herself a sandwich, beginning to listen to her husband's voice speak with his friend for life and remembering the times when they went to high school together. Samantha Manson, the Goth. Tucker, the geek. Danny Fenton.

Danny Fenton.

She stopped and thought for a moment. Where could she place him? He wasn't ever popular around school, to say the least, but he wasn't a nerd, either. After discovering the whole secret identity thing that he had, she was surprised, to say the least. Actually, surprised was an understatement. She was stunned beyond belief… and understanding. Sure, her heart nearly broke in two when he told her that he and Sam were an icon together, but what got her even more was the hybrid telling her that Tucker was in serious need of someone.

Truth was, she kind of had a crush on the teen, too. Yet, if she admitted it to him, all the popular kids would practically exclude her from their conversations and whatnot. In senior year, she finally bucked up enough courage to tell the tech kid, and he nearly fainted with delight.

The rest, they say, is history.

"SAY WHAT?!"

Valerie was jolted out of her daze by Tucker's yell over the phone. "You've got to be kidding me! A kid?! You've got a kid?!" She made her way outside with her sandwich and sat back down on the chair, eating and eavesdropping on her husband's conversation. "…what? Only a little bit of ghost energy? Dude, you're telling me I'm the godfather? What did you name him?"

Silence.

Tucker's face soured over. "Shut up. You're kidding me, right? Tucker Jonathon Fenton? Oh, god, man. You named him after me."

Valerie laughed silently. A strange fish jumped out of the water. She reached for the digital camera and turned it on, secretly snapping a picture of Tucker's horrified face.

"Sam suggested Robert? I would've gone with Tucker any day," he snickered.

More silence.

"Hey, dude. I gotta go. Duty calls."

He hung up the phone and grabbed the side of the wall. "Val. You're a…"

"Godmother," she finished, halfway finished with her sandwich. "So I've heard. Tucker Jonathon Fenton." She smirked, rubbing her stomach again. "You should be flattered, sweetheart. When was the last time you heard that your friend decided to name a kid after you?"

Tucker stared at her, eyes wide. "The kid's got some ghostly traits from Danny. Says he disappears every now and then and has a tendency to blow a hole in the wall every time he wails, but other than that, nothing."

She looked at her stomach again, getting up and setting down the plate. She walked over to Tucker. "What're we going to name our child if it's a boy?"

"Danny. Danny Robert Fenton."

She embraced him. "I'm feeling seasick," she told him. "Let's go into the bedroom. You can rub my back while we discuss what we should name the child if it's a girl."

Tucker looked out over the water. "Check out the sunset."

"The sunset to another day in paradise," she told him, taking his arm and smiling. She pulled him gently into the bedroom and laid on the king size mattress, closing her eyes and remembering the first time that they made love. "The right side of my back, Tucker. I said the right. Come on, do you remember your directions?"

He smirked and began to smooth out the pain. "I'm working on it…"

Um, yeah. Hopefully, this was a success as much as the others. I'm going to our homecoming football game tonight so… yeah. Reviews are appreciated. Much love and thanks for reading.