BVQA: I have nothing to say. Carry on!
Dani stared as a large amount of burly men dressed in black suits muscled their way in. She could just make out the writing on their backs, secret security. Dani's eyes widened as a voice drifting from an invisible mouth laughed at the expression on Vlad's face. No way. . . Danny wouldn't. . .
Dani smiled. Who was she kidding? Danny so would.
Five minutes later, Dani was swept out of the room by her brand-new parents. She only stayed long enough to stick her tongue out at Vlad and thumb her nose at the stupid guard who'd tried to 'restrain' her before letting the doors close behind her. She smiled as her ipod switched to a new song.
We're going at it tonight. Tonight, there's a party on the rooftop top of the world. Tonight, tonight, and were dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign. I don't know if I'll make it, but watch how good I'll fake it. It's all right, all right, tonight, tonight!
Her mood picked up to an all-new hight.
LINE BREAK THIS IS WHAT DANNY DID
President Hartman stared at the paperwork on his desk. It seemed more daunting every second. Anything he did was equally embraced and glared at, and he was incredibly tired of it. He tugged a paper from the pile and glanced at it, scanning the title.
Ecto-laws, it read. Should Danny Phantom be classified as a threat or an ally?
President Hartman sighed. Danny Phantom was a source of incredible controversy. Some claimed he was the devil sent to earth, and some worshiped the very ground he stood on. . . or, floated above. He was probably the only person in the United States with a harder job than his, and he was. . . well, a kid. A fourteen-year-old at that. The roller-coaster of puberty had to be a million times harder when you were dead, with the power to wipe out a city when you were in a bad mood.
President Hartman was jolted out of his thoughts as the door to his office was flung open.
"Sir, someone wants to see you." The disgruntled man said.
"Do they have an appointment?" President Hartman asked.
"Well. . . no, but something tells me that you'll want to talk to him."
"Even kings and queens need an appointment. Who on earth could this person be that he doesn't?"
"Danny Phantom."
About three minutes later, the ghost boy of Amity Park was standing in the middle of the office, looking around in a way that said he was only slightly impressed. Then he seemed to notice the fifty Secret Service men lining the corners of the room. In typical teenager fashion, he rolled his eyes.
"Gee, why is it that every room I ever walk into has a gajillion armed men in it? You know, unless those bazookas shoot plasma rays, they aren't going to do much." Phantom said.
President Hartman took a deep breath. "Why are you here?" He asked. "I thought you lived in Amity Park." Immediately after uttering the 'L' word, President Hartman realized that that might not have been the best word to use. "Sorry, I meant. . ." Phantom waved away his apologies.
"You know, contrary to popular belief, not every phrase that includes the word 'live' offends me. I don't freak out when people forget that I'm not. . . all here. And I still refer to an end to my existence as 'dying'. Can you think of a better word?"
President Hartman shook his head. "Why are you here?"
Phantom brushed the pale hair away from his face. "Right. Sorry, got off-topic. Um, this might sound odd, but my half-human female clone is currently battling for legal custody back in Amity Park, and the person she's battling against is the same fruitloop who repeatedly tried to melt her into a puddle of ectoplasmic goo."
President Hartman's mind temporarily froze up. "Yeah, that does sound odd." He said. "What do you want me to do?"
"Well, currently the court is leaning towards the fruitloop getting custody, and I was kinda panicking until my friend mentioned the fact that the whole court system is a lot like a video game. That made me think of what you did if you were stuck on a level in a video game."
President Hartman raised his eyebrows. "What do you do?"
Phantom grinned. "Use a cheat code. Guess what the ultimate legal cheat is?"
"I have no idea, but I think you're going to tell me."
"You are. I can't imagine what they'd do if you busted in there with the bazooka troops over there." Phantom gestured to the Secret Security men. "Actually, I can imagine it, but I bet real life would be better. So, would you help?"
President Hartman furrowed his brow. "I need to think about that." He said. Phantom nodded.
"Ok. I'll be waiting outside. See ya!" And with that, the ghost teen vanished. President Hartman smiled. He glanced at the paper on his desk and circled ally. He looked over at the Secret Security man to his right.
"You have to admire his self-control." He said. The black-suited man looked at him funny.
"Sir?" He asked.
"If he were anyone else, he probably would have just phased in here instead of asking if he could come in. Plus, he probably would have just overshadowed me in the first place instead of asking for my help. He truly is a remarkable kid." President Hartman stood from his desk and headed for the door. "Somebody call Phantom in and ask if he'd rather fly back himself or on the private jet."
LINE BREAK GO TO VLAD'S POV
Vlad Masters glared at Danielle as she stuck out her tongue at him. The doors shut behind her with an air of finality, but Vlad knew that this wasn't over. He stood and walked towards the back door, his brain already spinning out plans.
"This isn't over, Danielle. If I can't have you, then no one can." He whispered.
BVQA: Yeah, who saw that coming? He's an obsessive fruitloop.
