AN: Hey, there! Guess who's on time! And here we are with the next installment! I know some of you were kinda upset about the cliffhanger, but eh. We all have to suffer...

Woes and Defeats

Andrew gave her such a glare, he was surprised a hole wasn't burned into her head. Then, of all things, he scoffed, and turned around. "Please. I don't have to participate in such a thing. I've earned my participation points for the day. Declare Fenton the winner."

Danny pouted. Here he was, actually hoping the guy would challenge him. Then, he grinned as he got such a terrible idea he really shouldn't do it. As Andrew walked away, Danny cupped his hand to his mouth, and called, "Yeah, gotta go back to your crappy, no-talent, plotless books!"

Andrew froze, and his shoulders straightened. It was at that moment that Danny realized maybe he should go hide somewhere. Somewhere far far away from the teen that was stomping towards him, eyes an icy blue with a fiery rage. His lips curled up in a snarl as the two teens were nose to nose, and Danny could see the fangs that it looked like he had. "Alright, Fenton." And wow, did this gym have good acoustics, cause his voice was echoing loudly in Danny's ears. "If It's a game you want, it's a game you'll get. I will send you home to those ghost hunting parents of yours as a box of ashes."

Danny gulped as the older teenager threw his glasses to Tucker, who scrambled to catch them, and oh crap he was serious. Not even the nerds took off their glasses during gym. He stormed to the other side of the court, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently. Tetslaff let out a bark of laughter, "Now that's what I call enthusiasm!" Danny skittered to his side of the court. Tetslaff put one ball in the center, and tweeted her whistle. Danny ran to it, really not wanting Andrew to get it, only to see he hadn't moved. He cautiously picked up the ball, and stuck his tongue out. Man, he hoped he got this right. He threw it right at Andrew's chest but the jackass dodged the dodgeball, and watched it bounce on the ground. He gave Danny a condescending look that meant how he had expected more from the hunter.

He slowly picked up the ball, rolling it in his hands, throwing it up into the air, then catching it, and doing it all again. Finally, Danny got impatient, and yelled at him, "Just throw the ba-" That was all he got out before the ball came speeding at his stomach, knocking all the wind out of him. He fell to the ground from the force of the ball, his head hitting the gym floor. He felt an intense pain in the back of his head, and he groaned, not moving. All the nerds threw their hands up in celebration that one of their own had won against someone who was actually athletic. He held his head as Tucker was the first to approach Andrew.

He grinned widely, "Dude, how did you do that? That was amazing!"

Andrew shrugged modestly, "It was really nothing, just some calculation of the ball, gravity, etc. Really, any of you could have done it if you were less busy simpering over red rubber." He walked over to where Danny still lay, dazed. He offered his hand to the boy, "Now, what was it you were saying about my books, Danny?"

Danny gave him a lop-sided grin, "That your books are amazing and you have great taste and your hair looks really soft and I may be a little bit out of it."

Andrew rolled his eyes, "I think we're going to get along just fine. Although, do I need to take you to the nurse?"

The younger held up a hand with widely spread fingers. "That many. Gimme that many minutes. I'll be okey dokey. Yep. Absotively."

Andrew rose an eyebrow at Sam and Tucker in question. They both shrugged, leaving him to sigh. "Alright, Danny. Five minutes. No more, no less. If you aren't any better by then, I'm repaying this morning's favor with one of my own."

Danny watched as Andrew walked back to the locker room, and he looked at his friends who were picking him up by the arms with a dazed grin. "I think he likes me."

Sam patted his head, which he gave a purr to. "Yeah, we know, Danny. Now come on, before Dash decides now is the perfect time to pay you back for that game."

He hummed, "You're a good Sammy. Such a good Sammy. I like the Sam. The Sam is the best but Tucker is good too. You know two Sams is better than one Sam. It's like two pizzas. Or two moons. It's two times as great."

Sam shared a worried glance with Tucker, "I think he's-"

"I know. It's almost-"

"I know. What do we-"

"I dunno." Sam sighed, and she helped Tucker grab Danny so he could take him to the guys' locker room. Three minutes later, Andrew came walking over to Danny, who was sitting on one of the benches. His trench coat swirled around him, as he scoffed.

Danny vaguely realized that he was being carried, and he looked up, seeing Andrew, with black around him. Danny slowly shook his head, "What are you doin'?"

He spoke without even looking down at him, "I'm taking you to the nurse. You obviously aren't well, it wouldn't do to let you go to your next class like this."

Danny tried to push away from him, but Andrew only held on to him tighter, and the only thing he got from it was a bit more dizziness. "I'm fine. Really, I'm fine, it happens a lot, I'll be fine." It seemed he said something wrong, because Andrew held him a small bit closer until they got to the nurse. That is, if he wasn't imagining it. They finally reached the nurse, though, where he promptly dropped Danny onto one of the beds.

The nurse turned around, "Well, I didn't think I'd be seeing either of you again, today."

Danny did his best to stand, only to fall back down onto the bed, holding his head. "It's fine, it's good, it's all good, I'm fine, nothing to worry about, I'm fine, yep!"

Andrew sighed, "I have reason to believe he may have a concussion along with sleep deprivation."

She tsk'ed, shaking her head. "Unfortunately, neither of those is really new for him. But, thank you for bringing him down here. He'll be fine soon." He nodded, and turned to leave, until she asked, "How do you know he's got a concussion?"

He bit his lip in guilt, and simply responded, "We have gym together." That said, Danny watched him leave, off to his next class, before the black on the edges of his vision slowly swallowed him up and he fell onto his back on the bed, falling asleep before his head hit the not so comfortable pillow.

And there's the rest of the gym fight done, and a bit more! Andrew must've thrown the ball really hard for Danny to get a concussion. It probably wasn't helped by the whole sleep deprivation thing.