Hulchy: (n.) Swollen.
Characters: Danny, Sam, Tucker, Jazz, Maddie, Jack
Genre: Friendship/Humour
Rating: T
Pairing: Hints of D/S and J/T
Summary: "Danny looks and sounds as if he's high as a kite." Jazz shook her head. "Sam, It's just the morphine and nitrous-oxide, they had to give him an extra dose." Tucker snorted, grinning at the two girls. "Oh the joys of having ghost powers."
"Are you kids sure you'll be okay watching Danny while were gone?"
Maddie and Jack Fenton were standing in the doorway of their three story house, looking expectantly at the three teens inside.
Tucker smiled, "Don't worry Mrs. F, everything will be fine, we won't cause any trouble."
A snort came from beside him. "Yeah mom, I'll personally make sure nothing goes wrong. Somehow, Danny always seems to cause trouble, but today I'm pretty sure he'll be indisposed." Jazz commented.
Sam nodded, "I agree with that."
Maddie gave a meek smile and latched onto Jack's arm, closing the door on their way out.
Sam, Tucker and Jazz stood beside each other for a moment and waited till the sound of the RV pulling out of the driveway faded into the distance.
They all let out a breath.
Tucker spoke up, "Well, time to see how he's doing. You ladies want to do the honours?"
Sam faced him and smirked. "Scared are we? Come on, he's your best friend. Where's the trust?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Best friend and trust aside, the last time I checked on Danny he almost blasted me! He started mumbling about me being Vlad and flew around the room yelling about 'the cheesehead'. Luckily I was able to calm him down before his parents came in the room a few seconds later."
Jazz rolled her eyes in a playful manner. "Fine then. We'll all go upstairs to check on my brother. Between the three of us we should be able to handle him."
The teens slowly made their way up the stairs, apprehensive, wondering how the young boy in bed was doing. Not knowing that mischief was afoot.
Sam was the first one to the door and gradually pushed the door open, peeking in. Danny was currently sleeping. Passed out on his bed and dead to the world. Sighing in relief, Sam nodded to the other two behind her and stepped into his bedroom, glancing around.
Jazz and Tucker entered next, he put a finger to his lips then pointed to Danny. She nodded in understanding. They stood in the doorway as Sam tiptoed over to the boy and put a hand to his forehead, he had a slight fever, but that would fade with time. Examining his features, she noted that his cheeks were still puffy, and the bruises under his eyes and chin were turning a sickly yellow. Pushing his bangs away from his face, she exhaled.
Danny had gotten his wisdom teeth pulled out earlier this morning, and he was healing at a fast rate, to the comfort of his family and friends.
Casting another glance Danny's way, Sam smiled softly before turning around and sneaking away, giving a thumbs up to Tucker and Jazz, who were observing from a few feet away. She had almost made it to them, when a lethargic drawl came from the now, awake boy.
"Sammy-kins! When did you get here?" He slurred a wide grin on his face.
Sam froze, a grimace in her features. Jazz and Tucker had an equal amount of shock on their faces. Spinning around, she walked back over to her friend and cleared her throat.
"How you feeling Danny?"
Sitting up, he raised an eyebrow and 'tsked' at her. "Now, now Sammy, no need for standard questions. Sit down why don't you!" Without further questions and to Sam's surprise and protest, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into his lap, giving her a large hug.
Emitting a squeak, Sam fell ungracefully onto his legs and blushed when he gave her a hug, mouthing the words 'Help me!', to her other two companions.
Tucker and Jazz laughed at the couples antics and Tucker took a few photos before coming to the goths aid. Much to her annoyance.
Danny pouted as Sam escaped his grasp and crossed his arms defiantly.
"Thanks Tuck, I thought he was going to hug me to death."
Tucker grinned, "Not that you'd mind. Right?"
She glared at him and childishly stuck out her tongue. "Your turn, Tuck. I wish you luck!" With that, Sam sauntered over to Jazz and stood beside her, letting Tucker have a try with handling Danny.
She looked up at the older girl, "Jazz, Danny looks and sounds as if he's high as a kite."
Jazz shook her head. "It's just the morphine and nitrous-oxide, they had to give him an extra dose."
Tucker snorted from his position beside his friend and eyed the two girls with a smile. "Oh the endless joys of having ghost powers." Rotating back towards his friend, he took a deep breath.
"Doing okay there Danny?"
The blue-eyed boys face was blank, wonder in his wide orbs. He reached up and flicked Tucker in the head.
"Ouch man," he complained, rubbing his cheek, "What was that for?"
Danny grinned. "Making sure you weren't made of cheese."
Tucker sighed and readjusted his glasses. "Danny, I am certainly not made out of cheese. Now, are you going to cooperate and answer my question?"
The boy nodded, his voice still slightly thick, "But I want some cookies first!"
His friend shook his head and placed a hand on Danny's shoulder, pushing him back onto the pillows. "You need to rest for a while."
Danny pouted again. "Can I have cookies after that?"
Tucker sighed in exasperation. "Yes, then you can have some cookies."
Smiling happily, Danny sunk back into his covers and closed his eyes. "Nighty night, cheesehead!"
Sam and Jazz chuckled from the doorway and he walked over to them.
"Okay, Jazz, next time its your turn to take care of Danny. Meanwhile, I have to go find some cookies." He added, grumbling to himself.
He sauntered out of the room, hearing the snickers from the two girls as he descended down the stairs. Tucker was almost to the kitchen when a scream of, "Santa's gonna eat me!", came from upstairs.
Grinning, he calmly went into the kitchen and searched for the cookies. It was the girls turn to try and calm down the drugged-up boy.
Three hours, two packages of cookies, a carton of split milk, the patience of three teens and the delusions of one super-powered boy later, the Fenton's arrived back home. They walked in the door and quietly looked for their daughter and son's friends, seeing no one around, Maddie and Jack made their way up the stairs.
Heading straight for Danny's room, they peeked in the doorway, shocked at what they saw.
The four teens themselves, were all asleep. Sam was curled up at the foot of Danny's bed, legs teetering off the edge. Jazz was laying horizontally on a chair in the corner, her hair severely matted, headband discarded. Tucker was leaning against the front of the chair, spread out on the carpet, crumbs littered on his clothing.
The two adults looked at each other, then glanced warily back into the room. Cookies were scattered all over the place, milk was spilt in several locations, there was writing on the walls and- were those ectoplasm burns on the ceiling?
Maddie entered the room and tip-toed over to her son and took in his condition. He seemed to be healing well, a smile wide on his face, his hair splayed out on the pillow. She lightly caressed his cheek for a moment and he opened his eyes in surprise.
"Mom?" He choked out, blinking his eyes a few times.
Smiling, she nodded. "Go back to sleep honey, I'll wake you in a few hours."
Danny tiredly nodded back at her and spotted his dad standing in the doorway before his eyes closed and he succumbed to sleep once more.
Jack walked over to his wife and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, gazing fondly at his son.
"Come on Maddie, lets let them sleep for a while longer. I'll drive Sam and Tucker home later."
Maddie grinned up at him. "Yeah, looks like they need it. I need to start on dinner anyway."
His eyes lit up as they silently walked out of Danny's room, "Can you make some fudge too? I think were out..."
She patted his arm and chuckled. "Of course. As long you help this time."
Jack beamed and hurried down the stairs, Maddie right behind him.
The four teens were left upstairs, sleeping the rest of the afternoon away.
A/N: I had fun with this one :D