I'm baaack! Happy New Year everyone! 10 days late...Anyways thanks to everybody who reviewed, read, favorited, and alerted this story! Okay, so here's chapter 10.

Disclaimer: I don't own DP

"Daniel? Daniel, please wake up," Mr. Lancer said to the unconscious boy.

"Danny, c'mon," mumbled Sam as she shook his arm slightly.

"I know what will wake him up," Dash said and snatched a water bottle Nathan was holding. He unscrewed the cap as he smugly walked towards them. When Dash was towered over the unconscious boy he flipped the bottle upside down so that poured onto his head. Within seconds Danny was sitting up and coughing. The black haired boy looked around, bleary-eyed.

"What 'appened?" asked Danny, shaking his wet hair around like a dog.

The teacher along with the majority of the class seemed to collectively breathe a sigh of relief. "Actually I was hoping you could tell us that, Mr. Fenton," said Lancer.

Danny looked confused for a second but then looked down at his shirt where lines of blood had leaked through and some stubborn scratches on his arms had yet to heal, his eyes widened in realization. He turned back to his teacher with a forged look of confusion. "I have no idea."

Mr. Lancer raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure, Daniel?" he asked, looking his student in the eyes. Danny shook his head.

"He was dehydrated. He was probably so out of it he walked through some pricker bushes or something," Tucker said.

Danny looked genuinely confused for a second but slowly nodded. "Yeah I don't remember anything. I think Tucker's right, I just remember being really thirsty."

"You were like two steps away from the water and you passed out?" quietly snorted a jock named Billy, causing his friends to snicker. Danny's face went red in embarrassment.

Lancer turned around to his students, causing the A-Listers to quiet and stiffen in fear. "I want someone to make a fire to boil water on," he said, seemingly oblivious to the comment to popular teens' relief. He took out a lighter from the bag he was wearing. "Mr. Dooley, you're a boy scout, correct?" Mikey nodded his head. "Know how to build a fire?"

"Of course, sir," Mikey said. Lancer tossed him the lighter, which the boy failed to catch. He picked it up, ignoring the giggles that were now directed at him, and scurried off to find wood.

"The scratches on your arms don't look too bad," Lancer said as he took his bag off himself and started to take out his first aid kit. "Of course we'll still need to clean them. But I really need to see where the blood is coming from underneath your t-shirt." His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why aren't there any rips on you shirt? Did you have it off when you walked through that pricker bush?" the teacher asked while the class laughed.

Danny turned even more red. "I d-dont remember," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Lancer shook his head. "Right. Anyways, take off your shirt."

"It's fine, really," Danny insisted.

His teacher looked frustrated, then nodded in understanding. He turned around to the class again. "I want everybody to go finish filling up their water bottles, washing up, and help Michael build the fire while I take care of Mr. Fenton."

"Poor Fentoad is too embarrassed to take off his shirt in front of us," Dash said to his friends, causing them to laugh as they walked away to the stream.

"Mr. Lan-"

"Daniel, I am in charge of you until we step back into Amity Park. Until then I am going to keep you all safe and healthy as I possibly can," Lancer said, looking at Danny squarely in the eyes. "I already let you wander away without my notice and you got hurt. But I promise that will not happen again. So please, let me clean your wounds and then you can rest and be with your friends."

Danny examined his teacher's face for a moment, realizing how stressed he looked, Danny couldn't help but to do as he said. He took off his shirt and hunched his back so that his classmates wouldn't be able to really see.

"Prince and the Pauper!" Lancer exclaimed as he examined the boy's chest.

Danny looked down and winced as he saw that anyone with half a brain could see the scratches were clearly not from pricker bush. A claw mark ran across his torso. Although it must have healed a lot, it was still probably surprising for someone who was expecting wounds from a pricker bush. He knew that his back was a lot worse, since that was where the spirits had hit him the most.

"What in The Great Gatsby got to you?" his teacher asked. Lancer walked around the teen and gasped at the damage on his student's back. "How don't you remember anything?"

Danny gave a slight shrug. To his embarrassment his classmates had wandered back to see what their teacher was freaking out about. Luckily his back was faced away from everyone else.

Lancer sighed and crouched down besides Danny and took a small first aid kit out of his bag. He put some hydrogen peroxide on a cotton pad. He attempted to dab some onto the wounds, but it was too difficult with Danny so far hunched over. "Could you please sit up, Mr. Fenton."

Danny reluctantly sat up straight and the class gasped. His face went even redder.

"Whoa Fenton's like…buff," Star said in amazement.

"I didn't know you worked out," commented Paulina.

"I never see you at the gym, Fenton," Dash said.

"Uh, that's because my parents have some workout equipment in the basement," Danny mumbled.

Before anything else could be said about Danny's muscle, Valerie kneeled down next to him. "Wait a second… Danny, where'd you get all these scars?" she asked, inspecting one that went from his left shoulder down to the end of his right rib cage.

"Um, I'm clumsy," he replied while rubbing his neck.

"While I know you may be a bit clumsy, Mr. Fenton, there is no possible way you could have got all these just because you're a little uncoordinated," said Mr. Lancer, looking more closely at his student's stomach. that held a couple faint, pink lines. Danny was sure he'd never felt so uncomfortable in his life with all eyes on his torso. "Have you been doing this to yourself?" he asked.

"No, no, no, Mr. Lancer. I would never do that. It's just- I- um," Danny sighed, "It's complicated."

"What about your parents? Mr. Fenton I need to know where those came from," said Mr. Lancer looking extremely worried.

Danny looked horrified. "You think my-? No, no, you've got it all wrong. My parents would never hurt me…on purpose," Danny said the last part to himself, but Lancer heard it anyways, fortunately he didn't say anything about it.

"If you need to talk to me about anything in private-" Lancer began, but Danny cut him off.

"Look, I'm fine. I heal quick," said Danny as he stood up and grabbed his shirt.

"Daniel sit down now and let me at least clean your wounds," Lancer said, standing up to be at Danny's eye level.

Danny looked at his teacher for a moment, before dropping his shirt and falling to the ground in frustration as he waited for his teacher to finish cleaning.

To Danny's relief, most of his classmates, save for Sam and Tucker, got bored and walked away as Lancer continued his process. After ten painful minutes of taking hydrogen peroxide to the wounds, and only a couple of sounds of agitation from Danny (to Lancer's surprise), the teacher told the boy he could put his shirt on. Danny thanked him and started to walk towards his friends but Lancer stopped him.

"Mr. Fen-" Lancer paused. "Danny, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?" the teacher said. "I'm a good listener and anything you tell me can be kept between you and I, if you'd like."

Danny raised an eyebrow and took a serious look at the man. He nodded his head. "Okay. I mean, thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

Lancer seemed satisfied with his answer and smiled. "Let's get some water into your system before you pass out again, shall we?" Danny nodded again and followed his teacher to where Mikey had built the fire.

After they had boiled and drank as much water as they needed, the class was trudging through the woods once again. Having found food and water they had accomplished their mission of the day. Lancer decided they should head back now while they still had light.

If only he remembered which way they had came from.

"Are we lost?" questioned Lester.

"No, no. Of course not," replied the teacher. He already let one of his students get seriously hurt. He did not need to disappoint his whole class by telling them that he had gotten them lost. He paused as he looked at a familiar log. Too familiar, as in they just passed it ten minutes ago.

"We're totally lost," moaned Mikey. Several students groaned and grumbled in irritation.

"Fine. We may have gotten a little off track. Though we shouldn't be too far from camp," Mr. Lancer said. If he was being truthful he would have told them that they were indeed very lost and there was no way of knowing how far they were.

His students complaints only grew louder, apparently he had sounded as confident as he felt. He sighed and observed his surroundings. If he could remember which way he went last time maybe they could at least stop going in circles.

Movement from the nearby shrubbery caught his eye. He quickly signaled his class to quiet. They caught on to what he was looking at and listened.

"It sounds like someone cutting through the plants," Billy whispered.

"Oh thank god, we're saved!" exclaimed Star.

"Hello?" Lancer asked. Although they had been told that no other people were on the island, he couldn't help think it was strange that it sounded like multiple swords slashing through the vegetation.

The slicing went silent for a moment. The students closest to the bushes took a few steps back in fear.

A machette ripped through the bush, causing the class to jump. A skeleton adorn in what appeared to be tattered pirate attire stepped out.

The class and teacher screamed and turned to run the other way, but the rest of the original skeleton's crew phased up out of the ground to block them.

A girl next to Lancer kept running but a skeleton appeared a short distance in front of her. She shrieked in horror as creeped towards her.

"Angela!" the teacher shouted. He grabbed a large stick off the ground. "I don't get paid enough for this," he muttered. He sounded his best battle cry and threw the stick like a javelin for the pirate's abdomen. To his dismay it soared right through the ghost and hit the ground rather pathetically. The specter growled and slowly turned its head around to face Lancer.

The teacher's eyes grew in horror before he chuckled nervously, "Uh, heh. What lovely teeth you have." The ghost grinded its brown, rotting teeth and held up his sword threateningly. The teacher screamed and he and Angela ran as fast as they could to the other students.

Danny, Tucker, and Sam stood on the edge of the group the students had formed. They were backed up to a large fallen tree and the skeletons were slowly closing in. "Danny, I think you should do something," Tucker said to his friend.

"How am I supposed to go ghost? And I don't want to fight as Fenton because everybody is already suspecting something because of my scars from hunting ghosts."

"Don't forget about your muscles you've gained," Sam added absentmindedly, but blushed as soon as the words left her mouth.

"Yeah, and that," Danny said shyly.

"Hey, maybe you don't need to do anything, it looks like Val might save the day this time." Tucker said, pointing out Valerie in her regular clothes beating up one of the ghosts.

The trio stared at Valerie for a minute. They, along with the rest of the class watched in amazement as she fought a couple of skeletons. But after a minute the skeletons got braver and started to move in again.

"No, there's too many of them. She can't take down all of them by herself," Danny said worriedly, looking around at the twenty or so ghosts that were surrounding her. "I gotta help her. Make sure they all stay back," he said looking over at his class who all stared on at Valerie, though Lancer did look like he was going to jump into the battle to save Valerie any moment now.

His friends nodded. "Danny, don't do anything you might regret later," Sam said.

Danny smiled. "I'll try not to."

Danny snuck up behind one of the ghosts and punched him in the skull, knocking his head right off his body. "Uh, you might wanna get that checked out," Danny suggested as the skeleton went to find its missing head.

The black haired boy fought his way over to Valerie. The girl grabbed an arm of a headless skeleton and ripped it out of its socket, then threw it in the soil. She moved onto the next one, oblivious of the ghost approaching behind her.

"Hey, Jack Sparrow!" Danny shouted, getting ghost's attention. The pirate made an angry noise and stalked towards the boy, twirling his machete menacingly. "Right, sorry, Captain Jack Sparrow!" The pirate took a swipe at the halfa, but he dodged it with ease. The ghost growled again and kept slashing at Danny, but Danny kept evading the sword.

Valerie turned around when she heard Danny's voice. "Danny? Get out of here it's too dangerous! Plus you're already hurt!" Valerie yelled to him while she jabbed the ghost in the collarbone.

"But it's not dangerous for you?" asked Danny as he continued to avoid the ghost's weapon.

"I know what I'm doing!" Valerie said. Crack, she broke a skeleton's shinbone.

"Believe it or not, I do too."

Valerie dropped the subject. Figuring he must have learned how to hunt ghosts from his parents and praying to God Maddie had taught Danny his ghost hunting skills and not Jack, Valerie continued fighting.

Danny was starting to get really annoyed with the ghost he was fighting. "Isn't this pretty sloppy, even for a pirate? I think you need to lay off the rum," he chided.

The ghost pulled back for a larger strike, but Danny used the time to reach for the skeleton's arm. He pulled and the arm and it came right off the ghost.

"Oh, gross," Danny grimaced. He took the machette, arm still attached, and used it to decapitate the skeleton. As the confused body went to look for his skull, Danny threw the arm and machette in the opposite direction. He ran over to Valerie and helped her fend off the skeletons that surrounded her.

"So Fenton can fight," Valerie tried to say casually, but Danny could tell she was truly surprised. "Who would've guessed," she said as a kicked a skeleton into another.

"You're not too bad yourself, Val," he replied, as he knocked one down with his own kick.

She smiled, before giving a slight frown. "I need to get my thermos," she murmured.

"Where is it?" Valerie's eyes widened, how did Danny hear her say that? And why didn't he sound the least bit shocked she carried ghost hunting equipment around with her?

"Um, it's in my backpack."

"I'll get it," he said as he spotted her bag lying beside the bush his class helplessly stood behind. He sprinted towards the bag, but before he reached it two skeletons appeared out of nowhere. Danny skidded to a halt, making a small dust cloud around his feet. He turned around, but there were two more behind him. They enclosed him in a tight circle, they held up their scimitar swords at Danny.

"Oh c'mon, you guys don't have the guts to do it," Danny smirked.

One of the specter's pressed his sword up to Danny's neck until blood started to appear beneath the blade. "Okay…so I take that back," he said.

Danny looked around for an escape. His eyes were drawn to the distance. He made a loud, overdramatic gasp. "Oh my god! It's Walker!"

He smirked when the two ghosts looked around dumbly. The boy grabbed both of their skulls and slammed their heads together. He was satisfied when he heard an audible crack. He snatched one of the skeleton's swords and swung it around, it instantly collided with another sword.

Danny grunted as he struggled to keep his sword up while the pirate's scimitar clashed against his. "You know for someone who doesn't have any muscle, you sure are strong," he said through clenched teeth. The skeleton chuckled darkly in reply. On Danny's left another ghost was approaching. Danny tried to kick the ghost, but it just went intangible. The halfa swore under his breath. He looked over at Valerie's bag and saw Tucker standing near it. "Tuck! Grab the thermos from Val's bag!" Tucker nodded and dove to the girl's bag and rummaged through it looking for her thermos.

The skeleton on Danny's left came closer, it held up its sword and it was about to come down on Danny. The boy knew he had to do something drastic or else he wasn't going to make it out of this fight. The halfa quickly closed his eyes and turned intangible, letting the sword pass through him harmlessly. There was a gasp from the class. Danny swore again. Even the skeletons looked a bit taken back, Danny used this to his advantage. He turned tangible and did a roundhouse kick, knocking both the skeletons onto the ground.

"Danny, catch!" Tucker shouted. Danny turned around and caught a silver and red thermos. Then whipped around and sucked up the two dazed skeletons off the ground. He made his way over to Valerie again, fighting and sucking up already beaten skeleton ghosts on the way.

Finally there was only one more, the one Valerie was currently locked in battle with. Danny walked up behind the ghost, unnoticed.

"Hey, bonehead!" he called.

As soon as the skeleton turned around he got pulled into a vortex that led into Valerie's thermos. The girl gave Danny a curious look. But before she could ask any questions two nerds came running up to Danny.

"That was so cool Danny! Why don't you ever beat up Dash like that and give him a taste of his own medicine!" said Mikey, who seemed to be bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"You were awesome too, Valerie," Nathan said shyly to his crush. Danny and Valerie smiled sheepishly at the compliments.

"Phantom of the Opera! Mr. Fenton, Ms. Grey you could've have gotten yourselves killed. And Daniel how on Earth did that sword pass straight through your body!" Mr. Lancer said, looking at Danny extremely bewildered.

"Uh-well-um it was a ghost sword, so it didn't affect me. I guess," Danny stammered.

"No, they still affect humans," Valerie said. "I would know." She pointed to a bleeding slash on her arm. "You phased through that. How?" she demanded.

"Uh-," Danny came up blank.

"You aren't Danny, are you, ghost?" Valerie sneered, as she pointed the thermos at Danny. The class gasped in shock.

"What? No! Val, I'm Danny!" he said, gesturing to himself.

She glared at him and clicked the button. A small vortex emerged from the thermos, but disappeared within a couple seconds with a whine. Valerie looked in confusion from the thermos to Danny. "I don't understand."

"I can explain," he told her with his hands slightly up and palms out to try to calm her, along with everyone else. Sam and Tucker gave him worried looks, but the rest of the class leaned forward in anticipation.

"I-I was being curious and stupid," Danny said finally. His best friends openly gaped at Danny. "I was playing with one of my parents' ghost inventions it gave me a small, tiny zap. So I didn't think much of it, until I was falling through floors and beakers were falling through my hands…but I'm sure you guys remember that."

His classmates snickered slightly at the memories of Danny dropping beakers in science class. Lancer nodded, finding the explanation to make sense of the incidents.

"Can you do anything else?" a kid named Charlie asked.

"Um, nope that's it." Danny laughed nervously. "And I can rarely do it on command, only when I really think about it. So basically it's useless," he said quickly.

Dash seemed to make a connection all of the sudden. "I knew it! I was never missing your head. My hand was going straight through you when I punched you!" Dash exclaimed.

"When you what Mr. Baxter?" Lancer yelled.

"Uh- nothing!" said Dash a little too quickly.

"Mhm, I'll be seeing you in detention once we get back home." Dash swore underneath his breath as his friends chuckled at his fault. The teacher turned back to a smirking Danny. "Mr. Fenton, don't think you getting out of this so fast." Danny's face fell serious again. "Do your parents know of your…ability?"

"Uh, yeah, of course they do. I told them about it right away," he said, avoiding eye contact with his teacher.

"Do they realize that they need to be much more careful about their inventions? What if it was a much bigger accident you could have gotten seriously hurt, or possibly died!"

"But it wasn't a big accident! It was a tiny zap and obviously I didn't die from it so it's not a big deal!" Danny shouted. "It wasn't my parents' fault. They've told me and my sister to never go down in the lab without their supervision or permission probably a million times. It was my own decision to break the rules when they weren't home."

Mr. Lancer rubbed his temples, he was starting to get a serious migraine from this whole situation. Plane crashes, ghosts, students fighting like they've been doing it for years, and now one of his students has a supernatural ability? They certainly don't teach you how to deal with this in training workshops.

He shook his head to try to get all the thoughts buzzing around in his mind to stop. "We need to get back to the beach or find a place to make shelter to sleep tonight. Let's go." The teacher turned on his heels expecting his class to follow him, reluctantly they did.

Danny sighed, another bullet dodged…kind of. He had let a bit of his secret slip, but not all of it. Billy gave Danny a rough shoulder check. "Freak," he sneered. The halfa glared green eyes at the jock, but said nothing as Billy sauntered away. Danny felt a slap to his left arm, breaking him out of his glare, he turned around quickly to see who it was.

"What were you thinking?" Sam hissed.

"That I made up a pretty good lie," retorted Danny. He rubbed his shoulder that now had a red mark.

"Well you wouldn't of had to if you didn't turn intangible in front of them." She gestured to the crowd that was ahead of the trio. A girl from the A-listers glanced at Danny but quickly turned away when she saw Sam's threatening glare.

"It's not like I meant to, Sam," he said. "I'm just so used to using my powers when I fight ghosts, it was a reaction. I'm pretty sure I would have gotten really hurt if I didn't go intangible."

She sighed. "Yeah, I'm sorry Danny. I'm just taking my anger out on you when it's them I should be taking it out on." She sent another glare to two girls who were staring at Danny, whispering to each other. "Why don't you take a picture? It will last longer!" she yelled bitterly.

"Ooh, Sam's jealous," teased Tucker, but stopped when Sam scowled at him. Turning back to Danny he said, "But seriously dude, besides almost blowing your secret and all those lame puns, you did pretty good job."

Danny gave a half-hearted chuckle. "Thanks Tuck-"

"Why doesn't Fenton fly around the island till he finds the beach?" a kid named Scott suddenly yelled.

Danny clenched his teeth. "I already told you! I can't do anything else!"

"Besides, even if Fentonie could fly he'd probably wet his pants as soon as he saw how high up he was!" Dash shouted, causing his friends to crack up.

"Boys that's enough!" scolded Lancer.

"On second thought, being sliced in half probably wouldn't be as bad as this," sighed Danny.