Who needs exams? We have DP and KP!

Danny tried to equally divide his energy between keeping invisible and staying on the ground. He hadn't realized how far from the school both Skulker and the strange girl had thrown him.

Finally, however, he began to see the school in view. He slumped his shoulders as he hovered inches off the ground, and kept pushing forward, trying to make sense of this all. He couldn't even remember the last time he was forced to run away. It just didn't happen. He didn't run, he won. Always.

This irked Danny, after finally coming to the conclusion the girl was definitely human. But that still begged the question who was she? Where did she come from? What on earth did she have against Danny? He was one of the good guys! He was on her side! Unless…

Maybe they weren't on the same side. Maybe she was working with Skulker. That would explain how she showed up right after he'd defeated Skulker.

Speaking of which, he still had to find the thermos the girl had blasted out of his hand. He glanced behind him, and searched for a second, but when the sun's rays didn't gleam off any metal, he figured he'd have to come back to look for it. It wasn't worth it at the moment. Skulker would no doubt find a way to break out the ghost zone and the cycle would start all over again. Let him have fun in the thermos for a change.

Danny could literally see the band room of the high school, and he pushed forward with all his might. His head was spinning, he could taste the mixture of blood and ectoplasm in his mouth, and he knew he was really damaged, but he couldn't think about his own injuries right now… or the fact that the girl seemed to have none.

When he thought about how every single muscle in his sore body ached with bruises or cuts, it only made them ache more, and his head began to spin faster. He needed to think of something to distract himself.

So he thought about the strange girl with the uncreative quips who seemed to have years over Danny's three of fighting experience. She was swifter, quicker, and all around better at predicting his next move or strategizing hers.

And then there was still the question of where did she come from? The only other girl Danny had seen somewhat mimic her moves was that stranger in the turtle neck and cargo pants.

Of course!

The white clad girl was the cargo girl! Why hadn't Danny noticed before? She had the same figure, and signature moves. Of course, he couldn't compare their voices because the girl in the cargo was silent for their 10 minute battle. It wasn't anything worth lifting a finger over, but now Danny was the one battered and bruised. And he didn't like how it felt.

Danny was now 5 feet from phasing through the wall. With a last spurt of energy, he put his hand through the wall, and pulled his body through it. Once on the other side, he was finally able to go tangible, and he looked around at his sister and friend's worried faces.

"Danny!" he heard a high voice shriek before blacking out.

…

"Do you think he's okay?" Jazz asked the Goth girl, staring out the window where Danny was last seen.

"I'm sure he's fine. It's just Skulker, after all," she said, but was trying to convince herself more than anything. Between the two of them, Sam was always stuck with being the stronger one.

The red head abruptly turned away from the window and faced the girl. "Sam," she began. "It's been half an hour. Something is wr–"

Jazz's worried expression was suddenly cut off by an utter feeling of coldness that sent shivers down both of their spines. Suddenly, a green – literally green while covered in ectoplasm – Danny Phantom appeared on the other side of the wall. He appeared exhausted and dizzy, his hands clasped on his knees and he was bent over. "Danny!" Jazz screamed, and ran to him, Sam closely following her. She caught him just before he toppled over, and he collapsed in her arms, immediately changing back into Danny Fenton, his thin white hair returning to Jazz's preferred black strands.

He was out, stone-cold.

"We have to get him back home," she explained, and tried to get Sam to help her up.

"It's the middle of the day," Sam explained. "You head back to class. I'll get Tucker and we'll take him home."

Jazz seemed unhappy with this idea, but they both knew how important she considered her last year of high school. She needed to get back to class.

"You stay here, and I'll get Tucker," she compromised, and ran out the room. If Sam wanted to argue it was too late now.

Ten minutes later, Tucker came running into the room, not accompanied by Jazz, and ran to Sam's side.

"What happened?" he begged, his large brown eyes full of worry and concern.

"I have no idea. Skulker was in here, and they went fighting out there, out Jazz and I's sight. He was out there for almost thirty minutes, and when he came back, he just collapsed in Jazz's arms," she summed up the events of the first period class, and laced one tan arm around her shoulders, Tucker copying her example.

"We have to get him home," Sam urged. Tucker nodded in agreement, and they began the walk to Sam's car. Somehow, without ghost powers, the walk up two flights of stairs and an entire hallway length seemed a lot longer. And it didn't help to have to drag 150 lbs behind you.

…

Kim blinked as she tried to focus her vision on something that signified the Phantom's path. She jerked her head this way and that, desperately looking for something – anything – that would give her a clue to where he was, but the thought suddenly occurred to Kim that he wasn't preparing another attack. He had run away.

Yes! She cheered to herself. That'll teach the ghost kid that I'm a force to be reckoned with.

She threw a victory punch up into the air, and noticed red staining on her hand. She brought it closer to her face to observe it better, and saw it wet and sticky with red liquid. As she studied it, the metal of her suit began to retract back underneath her clothes, and Kim noticed the blood stain retracted with it.

Observing her naked right hand, there wasn't a scratch. That made her feel better. She thought Wade and Vlad both missed a loophole in the suit's defense mechanisms. Although it also made her feel confused.

If the blood didn't come from her own wound, then where did it come from? Ghosts bleed ectoplasm, not blood, she remembered Wade finding out for her. Why was her right hand drench in blood, and then not?

She let it roll off her shoulders, and dropped the matter. She needed to focus on getting back to the school right now anyways. Glancing at her watch, she realized thirty minutes had already passed. She had 3 minutes left of English, and she was in no rush to get there, although physics was immediately afterwards, and she didn't want to be late to that, so she knew she had to hurry.

While walking back, she realized she had no idea just how far they had fought. It took a good ten minutes, but she finally found the school in the distance, and she now sprinted towards it.

…

"Walk faster, Tucker, the bell's gonna ring!" Sam warned, scared students were going to fill the halls at any moment and notice a clearly limp Danny having to be supported by his two best friends. Not that this was the first time something like this happened, but Sam had to admit, this was definitely one of the first times he was so badly hurt. He was still out stone-cold and it had been over ten minutes. Sam was getting worried.

"I'm walking as fast as I can!" he argued, knocking Sam from her thoughts. She was brought back to reality, and noticed that they were almost at the exit.

"Then get ready to run," she smiled, challengingly, and began to run towards the exit, knowing they had to get out of the soon-to-be-crowded hallway. Tucker dragged behind, but they finally reached the door and were safe on the other side.

Tucker noticed that Sam's car was one the complete other side of the parking lot. "So… far…" he breathed in between gasps. He had never developed any strength or stamina or general athleticism, and the short sprint had really tired him.

Sam groaned at her wimpy friend. "Ugh! Fine, you stay here with Danny, and I'll drive my car closer to here. That way we have to help him walk for a short distance, deal?"

Tucker sighed, but agreed, and watched Sam's clunky boots run off into the back corner of the parking lot, and soon her black Hurst was right in the front of the school. She sprinted from her driver's seat to the stairs leading to the landing Tucker was waiting on with Danny, and she aided them both; one by getting into the car, and the other by helping the other.

"Phew," Tucker breathed, clearly winded by the rather physical excursion. Sam ignored this, but smiled to herself, saying, "Buckle up."

Tucker hardly had time to gulp at her words before they were out of the parking lot and driving on the street.

…

Danny's eyes slowly peeped open, and he saw he was staring up at the ceiling in his room, the familiar whiteness comforting him. Had the entire fight been a dream? Had he actually been asleep the entire day? The thought made him smile, but as soon as he tried to chuckle to himself, he knew for a fact it had all been unfortunately real, as a jolting nerve pain was excited in his abdomen.

With all his strength and a lot of pain, he sat himself up, and saw two familiar people on the other side of his room.

"Danny!" the purple eyed girl smiled, and rushed to his side, closely followed by their mutual friend.

"How are you, man?" Tucker asked, his eyes begging an answer to relieve his own concern and worry.

Danny tried to raise his arm to scratch his head, but the gesture set fire down his limb, so he stopped. "In pain," he said shortly. "And exhausted."

"You should sleep," Sam warned, not very motherly, but more nurturing. "Tucker said your ectoplasm mixed with your blood. That's why you blacked out. You're brain wasn't sure which to fuel off of, so it just shut your whole body down. He said—"

"You need to sleep it off," Tucker finished, a little agitated that Sam was stealing his thunder. Sam narrowed her eyes at his immaturity, but went on.

"But don't think you're getting out of this." If he hadn't been so bruised and battered, she would have poked his chest to convey her seriousness, but she knew he needed gentle touches right now.

"Yea, when you're feeling better, you will spill. All of it," Tucker promised, too. Danny rolled his eyes, and sighed. A wave of exhaustion ebbed over him, and he rolled over, trying in vain to mask the grunts of pain with the ruffling of sheets. "I will," he muttered. "Just not now. Sleep first…" his voice trailed off, and Tucker and Sam walked to the area of the room they had been standing in prior to his awakening, both silently decided they were not going anywhere until they made sure he was okay.

Danny was glad that they'd obeyed his request as he rolled off into more sleep.

…

Kim's morning progressed in a depressingly boring manner. After fighting Ghost Boy, she had expected something to happen, but nothing did. No counterattacks, no cries of help… absolute quiet, usual boredom throughout the rest of her morning classes. It was lunch she was really looking forward to. Danny hadn't showed up in English, or if he had, it'd been when Kin was outside. She hadn't seen the three of them all day, and she couldn't wait to talk to them. She was scared to admit it, but she did feel a connection with the three of them. She was almost sad it was all a mission. Still, she had her own friends in Middleton, and once she was reemerged in their friendship, she was positive she'd forget all about the three loners.

Speaking of them, Kim had completely spaced out during physics, but was chained back to reality when she heard the crackling of the bell signal the only time of the day where Kim didn't have to constantly be writing notes or focus on anything except her friends. She piled everything into her bag, and was the first one out of the small classroom. She raced to put her bag away, and then ran to the lunch hall. She didn't need to receive anything from the long lunch line, so walked past that mess towards the friends' usual table. She laid her eyes on it and realized that it was empty, completely bare amidst the hundreds of kids running around. She was going to go sit down by herself, but decided she'd grab something to eat first. Maybe she wouldn't look like such a loner then.

She stood in the long line for a good ten minutes, but still found no one at the table. Standing there, with her mouth gaping open in shock staring at the empty table, she didn't even hear someone addressing her.

"Katie! Katie!" A sultry female voice called to her.

Kim looked to the loud caller, and realized the caller seemed to be staring directly at her, and waving her down.

It was that rude cheer captain with the half lidded eyes, and the gorgeously soft, tan skin. What was the name again? Patricia? Pamela? Paula?

Paulina! That was it!

"Yoo-hoo! Over here, Girlie," she smiled, again directly at Kim.

She glanced behind her in confusion. "Yes, I'm talking to you, silly!" Paulina's accent made her giggle sound faker than it really was, and she flipped her ebbing dark hair over her shoulders.

Kim slowly began walking towards the girl, who immediately scooted aside and tapped the area to her right. "Sit down!"

Kim did so reluctantly, and the girl smiled, her white teeth seeming as bright as the moon against her dark skin.

"I want you to meet everyone! That's Dash," she pointed to the boy sitting beside Kim. He was tall, brawny, and blonde – all of which was not Kim's type, yet he combed his wrangly hair back and flicked his chin. "'Sup?"

She didn't feel the need to respond to something that wasn't even English, so Paulina went on to the next table sitter.

"That's Kwan…"

The tall Asian boy smiled a crooked half smile that Kim could tell was supposed to make her knees shake, but it really just made her feel uncomfortable.

"This is Star," Paulina smiled as she pointed to the preppy blonde girl who only giggled and flicked her long silky flaxen hair so it hit more light, and appeared even more golden than its natural hue.

Lastly, Paulina pointed to the girl on her left, and said, almost in a way that seemed reluctant and very unfriendly, "And that's–"

"Valerie," the curly haired girl smirked. "But my friends call me Val. At least they would if I had any friends…"

Kim was confused by this comment. Didn't she have a table full of them?

"Anyways," Paulina seemed to glare at the Black girl. "This is Katie, everyone!"

"Kim." She muttered.

"What was that?" Paulina battered her half closed eyes.

"My name is Kim," she repeated louder.

Everyone was silent except for the girl named "Val" who couldn't resist a snort. Paulina tightened, but her smile didn't falter, "Well, that's embarrassing. Oh well! How else would I learn, Kimmie?"

The nickname made Kim cringe. There was only one other person in the world who called her that with so much distaste, and she also happened to be the last person Kim wanted to see right now.

"So how have you been? Long time no see, right?" She batted her eyes again, but Kim was not affected by her apparent "beauty." She was painfully reminded of the fact she was exempted from cheerleading without a real tryout, and the memory only reignited her anger. "Right, when you didn't let me try out for cheerleading," she glowered at the Hispanic girl in anger.

Paulina first cleared her throat, then replied, "Like I said, a while. And I just wanted to check in with you, see how you are doing." Kim blinked her eyes in surprised. Somehow this girl didn't rub her off as someone who was likely to feel remorse, or anything at that. God she just wished her friends were around here somewhere. Where were they anyways…

"I'm doing great, if you ignore that," she fumed. Why was she getting so worked up over this? This was completely out of her nature, but this girl kept bringing up a terrible side of her that was full of anger.

"It's obvious that you're holding a grudge, but honestly, Sweetie, did you actually think you'd make it if I let you try out?" she chuckled, and began laughing with the rest of the table.

Kim was mortally offended. This girl was so beyond ignorant to Kim's skill level that if she weren't so angry, she'd think it was funny. Kim smiled at the Hispanic girl sarcastically, and told her, fuming, "Actually no, Paulina, I don't think I would've made it. I think after I tried out, you'd be so jealous of my amazing performance, you'd cut me because you didn't want the competition."

The entire table began to laugh, though Kim noticed the black girl didn't even so much as smile. Kim was utterly embarrassed that she was making her true feelings a comedy to these kids, but she knew she was right. Taking one look at the girl, Kim could tell her skills didn't even make the scale.

"I'm sorry, do you not believe me? Because I'd be happy to show you," Kim said, trying to maintain her anger with clenched fists.

"Honestly, Kimmie, I'd be scared you'd lose your glasses or something. The last thing I need is a girl getting hurt on my watch because of meaningless competition."

This girl seemed worse than Bonnie. At least Bonnie could cheer. This girl – and her whole loser squad – seemed to just sit around and talk during practice. Maybe she'd dodged a bullet after all.

"That's okay, Paulina, I've decided to let bygones be bygones. I'd doing soccer instead," Kim said, matter of factly.

"Did you know you have to try out for that too?" she asked her, sarcastically innocent.

"I was actually counting on that," was Kim's defiant response, though it only marked another spurt of laughter for the people at the table.

She cleared her throat, pretending not to notice, and changed the subject. Although it was a bad idea, she was done with being a catty school girl, and moved her focus back to the mission. "Well moving on, what do you guys know about ghosts?

She finally had their attention. They were completely silent, and all ten eyes were glued on her. She decided to elaborate her question more. "I'm pretty new in town – as obvious as that is –" she said under her breath. "And I've heard there's quite a problem here. Is that true?"

For only the second time since she'd sat down, Valerie spoke up, confirming for Kim what she'd already known. "In Amity Park, we prefer the term, infestation."

Ouch. Kim knew they had a fair share, but the word infestation made it sound like roaches over taking a house – or in this scenario, ghosts over taking a town.

"But there's really only one you need to look out for," the girl continued to warn her.

"Really? What does it look like?" Kim begged, but was already a expecting a specific answer.

"A boy. White hair, bright green eyes, and he wears an odd black suit with white here and there. They call him Danny Phantom." Confirmation 3 on Phantom being the most dangerous ghost in the city, but Kim was counting on more.

Wait, she stopped her train of thought. Had Valerie just said Danny Phantom. As in Danny Fenton? That was going to make things complicated. Who would've thought Danny was such a common name.

"That's not true!" the sound of Paulina's accented voice filled Kim's ears. "Danny Phantom is the sweetest, kindest, gentlest ghost we have in Amity Park. His eyes are so pretty, and his hair so fine and silky. That spandex jumpsuit of his just grabs him in all the right ways… ahhh, how can one person be so amazing? I'd be dead if it weren't for him! He's saved my life – everyone's life – multiple times. How is it possible for one person to be so selfless?"

"Easy, he isn't," Valerie interrupted sternly.

The glare Valerie received from Paulina sent shivers down her spine, and she was happy that it wasn't directed at her.

It appeared Kim was getting two different sides of his Phantom boy. Paulina was saying he was helping and saving people, but both Vlad and Valerie said he was trouble – and the Guys in White. Somehow, to Kim, those people seemed a little smarter than this slanted eyed girl, Paulina.

Suddenly, Kim saw a familiar face that made her smile. Jazz Fenton was walking over to their table, and she was hoping – even if the two girls weren't friends – that there would be a way out of this lunch with her help.

"Dash," she called to him, and stood next to him. "Remember to meet me in the science lab today at 3:30. You missed our meeting last week, and your grades suffered. I can't help you unless you come," she said, like she genuinely cared about him. It seemed to Kim that she was busy tutoring Dash in apparently science.

"Yea babe, sure, but I think my grades are fine. We shouldn't waste time on that, when we could do… other things," he winked at Jazz and grabbed her hand, gently stroking it. Jazz pulled it away, clearly repulsed, but trying to remain regal.

"I think you should focus on getting your grades up. Junior year is the most important year for colleges to see," Jazz explained making sure to stay her distance.

"Babe, are colleges gonna care about my grades when they see my football skills? And, you know… other skills, too," he smirked, and showed her a half smile. He reached up to go around her back to touch her butt, but she stepped back just in time.

"Just… meet me for 3:30, okay?" Jazz was getting fed up, but confrontation wasn't her style, so she stayed quiet.

"I think she wants you to meet her," Kwan began in the fun, and started whistling at Jazz like she was a dog.

Jazz abruptly turned on her heels to leave the disgusting boys, but just before she was out of reach, Dash raised his hand, and smacked the ginger on the butt. Jazz jumped, clearly surprised, and turned to face her attacker. She opened her mouth to respond, but Kim's voice was the one that came through.

"I think her intentions were rather clear," she said, powerfully, causing the boy to stare at her. "She's trying to help you. Getting your grades up, so you can have a future, a life. At one point a job, a house, a family, even. She's being a responsible tutor and trying to help your sorry, miserable life."

"It wouldn't be so miserable if you were in it," the boy began to reach towards her, but Kim was quicker, and grabbed his outreached arm, twisting behind his back, and standing up to get better leverage. She got behind him, and held his arm, which was twisted in an unnatural position, up against his back.

"I don't think that that is a good idea," Kim warned.

"My… my arm… please… God that hurt's so bad… owowowo," Dash squeezed his eyes tightly shut to lessen the pain while he muttered and pleaded, but Kim only strengthened her grip before finally releasing him.

"I think it's best if I go, now," she said as she turned to leave, disgusted at this table and having already stood up, except Paulina's voice stopped her. "I think for once in your life, you're right, Freak," she glared, not understanding how a girl could get repulsed by a guy giving her attention. If that wasn't the point to life, what was it?

Still, the word really hurt Kim. Sometimes, she did feel like a Freak.

A/N: Okay guys, confession time. I have a huge exam tomorrow, and I've spent the entire day writing this long ass chapter for you all. It's just so much more enjoyable haha, although I probably won't be feeling like that tomorrow when I can't remember anything :P. I also wanted to confess that this chapter was originally 6,000 words, but I couldn't finished all of my ideas today, and really wanted to get this chapter out, so I cut it off at a decent stopping point. I'll try to get the next chapter out quickly, too. It really helps when everyone reviews! It just makes me want to write write write everything down that moment lol!

On the topic of reviews, a few questions came up, so I thought I'd just address them to everyone on this chapter.

For everyone who asked why Kim was trusting Vlad, GiW, etc. so blindly without any research, I wanted to remind you that this story is called Blind Trust… that was one of the whole points with this story, and I'm sorry that I didn't convey that better. I hope I made it clear

Another thing regarding Kim wanting to solely hurt Danny that I think everyone needs to keep in mind: Kim has no concern for a ghost. Remember, she has no idea that ghosts are even capable of emotion, so it isn't the same as fighting a person because she does not believe that they have the capacity for goodness. Also, she didn't deliberately throw him into the tree or really badly hurt him. That was partially Danny's fault for breaking the twine that connected him to Kim while she spun him around. Also, most of his injuries were from Vlad. I really wanted to make that clear because a few reviewers brought it up.

Also, I wanted to bring up that the reason Kim can use her suit so well is because she already learned the majority of its moves before it worked on ghosts.

More specifically to SonofZeus0001: While reading through your suggestions, I realized some of them have already been played a bit in my mind, so I can promise you'll be seeing a few in the future :)

Lastly, I apologize if some of my story bits seem a bit out of Kim's character by the way. The truth is, I am more attached to the show Danny Phantom than Kim Possible, and watch it more frequently, so I know the plot/characters a bit better. If there is an aspect of Kim's character that is just too farfetched or down right wrong, please PM me and I'll fix it. That also goes for any Danny Phantom characters. If something is wrong, please please please let me know. It means so much when people reading my story care enough to comment huge reviews telling me how I can make it better. I'm always open for ideas

And with that, please remember to review on how you liked this chapter :)