A/N: Writing this an quickly cause I should be heading out the door. Enjoy the chapter, love you, blah blah blah. Keep your...
Fingers Crossed
A blonde woman entered her son's room, flicking on the lights. Her son curled in on himself even more, and with a soft voice, she called to him, "Andrew, dinner is ready."
His voice came out raspy, and even without him turning around, she could tell he had been crying. "I'd really rather not, mother."
She sighed, and came to sit down on his bed beside him. "What is it, mon petite? You've barely spoken a word since you got home." When he didn't respond, she ran her hand through his hair, giving a soft smile. "You know you can tell me anything."
Sylvia was surprised to have her arms full of a crying teenager. "It was the Fenton boy, mother. He ruined my journal and you were right about him and those Fentons are terrible he ruined my journal with mud and so I ruined whatever was in his backpack and it made him hurt too and my journal, mama."
She rubbed circles on his back, "Hush, hush, mon petite. It's alright. I told you not to trust those Fentons. If I'm being honest, I'm surprised how well that journal stayed together, for how often you used it and how long you had it."
He looked up at her tearfully, green eyes meeting green. Her heart nearly broke at the sadness she saw, along with that tiny bit of hope. "What do I do, now?"
She stood, watching as he followed her lead. "Well, you brush yourself off, and after dinner, we can go out and get a new notebook. Maybe you can turn this into one of your story ideas."
He gasped softly, wiping at his eyes, "You're right! This would make for a wonderful beginning of a revenge story! Oh, but I don't know his character well enough…" His mind buzzing with ideas, and plans, and schemes, his mother smiled at seeing the creative spark back in her son's eye. He just didn't look right without it.
She chuckled, "Yes, you can write whatever you want in your new journal, but we'll only get one after dinner, yes?"
He nodded absently, already a world away. "Yes, of course, mother."
Jazz knocked on the door, trying to get her brother to come out. "Danny, Mom's serving dinner. It's lasagna. Your favorite."
"'M not hungry…"
She sighed and came in, closing the door behind her. No reason for their parents to overhear. "Alright, that's it. You're going to tell me what happened right now."
He sighed, sitting up, head facing the ground. "I was a real dick. That new kid, Andrew, I ruined something important of his. So I guess he wanted revenge… He… He throw my backpack in the mud."
She rolled her eyes. Sometimes her brother was way too overdramatic. "Oh, Danny, that's not that ba-"
"My backpack had the goggles in it." He looked up at her with watery eyes.
She froze. She knew how hard he had worked on those, for two years. Seeing them charred on the desk, she gasped, "Oh, Danny, I'm so sorry."
He nodded, "Yeah, so am I." He groaned, putting his hands on his head. "Stupid! Sam told me not to go sliding down the banister, and what did I do? I went sliding down the banister! I ruined everything."
She picked up the goggles, examining them. "Well, maybe not everything… You still have the designs, and the computer programs, right?"
He gave her a suspicious look, "Yeah, why?"
She sighed, as though the answer were obvious. "Well, if you still have those, you can remake the goggles! After all, wasn't the hard part design and tech?"
He smiled, "You're right! I can remake them, and this time they'll be better! I can make them waterproof! And maybe put some ectoranium in them to make them ghost proof!" He hugged his sister tightly, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
She giggled at his excitement. She was glad to have her little brother back. "You're welcome, little brother. How about that lasagna?"
He nodded, "Oh, definitely! I'm starving!"
"I thought you said you weren't hungry," she said skeptically, raising an eyebrow at him.
He shrugged as though brushing it off, "It wasn't really me. It was a robot made to look like me."
Danny grinned into his laptop camera. "Alright, guys, so I got a plan."
Sam sighed, hanging her head, "Danny, your plans always end up terrible somehow. What could possibly be your plan this time?"
He grinned, a glint in his eyes that had them both worried. The last time he looked like that, he was suspended for three days. And that was him being let off easy "Well, obviously since the new kid is evil, I have to find out what his plans are! How do I do that? I get close to him."
Tucker sighed, already seeing where this was going. "Dude, no-"
"I get close to him, and make him think I'm his friend. Then, when he tells me his secret plan, boom! I foil it! It's brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, I tell you! Genius, I say!" He gave out a maniacal laugh, both at the words, and his friends' reactions.
They were silent for a moment. "...You do realize you went a little Yzma there at the end, right?"
He nodded, shrugging, "Yeah, I know."
"One problem, dude. The guy's gotta hate you. So how are you gonna be best buddies with him."
Danny bit his lip. Perhaps there was a minor flaw in his plan. "Details. I'll figure it out eventually. I gotta go, before my parents come whine at me to go to sleep. I'll see you guys at school tomorrow. Bye!" He closed his laptop, and set it on his desk. Yeah, it would be great. And he'd get him back for ruining the goggles. Although, he did kinda help give Danny ideas. But whatever! He was still going down!
Gotta go bye love you don't forget to review.