AN: After a deal I made, you guys should expect another update fairly soon after this one. And by soon I mean within a day or two. Don't worry, I've already written up some of the chapters, I just need to go through and edit.
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Recap: Danny has apologized to the Ghost Writer for what he did at Christmas, after being amazed by the library.
The next day, Danny, Sam, and Tucker were walking to school together. Danny had told his friends of his decision to make up with the Ghost Writer, and they were discussing what he had told them. "I dunno, man. Besides, why did you even apologize? You normally don't regret giving a ghost what they deserve."
He nodded, seeing a point in Tucker's argument, "I know, but it's almost Easter, and it's about hope, and-"
Sam held up a hand, interrupting him before he could rant, "Danny, how many times are you gonna mention that movie? You forced us to watch it, and I'll admit, it wasn't half bad, but it wasn't that great." She rolled her eyes at the thought of the movie. He had practically left them no other choice but to watch the movie one night. While the humans agreed it was pretty good, they didn't see his obsession with it. It was decent at best, to the goth.
The blue-eyed boy gave an exaggerated sigh, and continued, "Anyway, I'm not sure he deserved it. And with finals coming up, I want him to not want me dead on sight, cause I might just go back. It's a giant library, and from what I could tell, pretty quiet. It might actually help me study." Danny was thinking of the math test he had in a week. He had done little of the homework, and taken even less notes. It wasn't a final so it didn't matter as much, but it did count for a portion of his grade.
Tucker slowly nodded, still unsure of the idea, "Alright, do whatever you want, but just… be careful, okay? I mean, it is a library in the Ghost Zone. Who knows if you might get attacked?" Even if his friend was powerful, he still worried about him.
The halfa gave a small, grateful smile, "I know, guys, I know. Just don't be surprised if I'm not anywhere in the human world sometime soon." He figured best to warn them in case he got it in his head that going to the Ghost Zone would be the best idea.
A week later, Danny sighed, putting his head in his hand, leaning over on the desk. He slammed his book shut with a growl. Thanks to Dash and his friends, concentration had been impossible. Studying at home, with his parents blowing things up in the basement, was out of the question. Throwing his things into his backpack, he brought it with him to the bathroom. Changing to Danny Phantom, he flew to his house and snuck past his parents, into the portal. Coming to the Ghost Zone library was a last resort, as he knew his enemies would be there.
Entering, he tried to not be awestruck as he found a desk in a secluded corner of the library, and sat down. He got his books out, and attempted to study. He began with math, pulling out his textbook and trying to drill the equations in. With a test tomorrow, it took the most priority. He shook his head, scratching out another wrong answer. "Dangit. I'm never gonna get this." He looked around, he facepalmed, "Duh, library."
Getting up from his seat, he flew around, finally reaching a section on mathematics. He scanned through the books, fingers trailing on the spines, finding titles like, "Pi: Easy as Cake," "Trig for Beginners," and "Pythagorean Theorem." He picked up all three, and flew back to his things. He spread each book out, opening them to the section he thought would be most helpful. Some of the things in his textbook were more understandably explained in the other books, and vice versa. He switched between taking notes and answering questions as he flipped through each book.
Hours later, a ghost with a grey scarf and purple coat was smiling, and helping the last ghost of the day. Ember looked to him hopefully, floating off the ground in front of the door. "And you're absolutely sure that you're getting some new sheet music next week?"
He rolled his eyes, smirking. Sometimes, some of the library's patrons were just too predictable. "Yes, McLain, I'm certain of it. Now, I'm going to be closing very soon."
She laughed, covering her mouth, apologising for her insistence, "Alright, alright, sorry! I'm going! See you next week!" Waving, she turned away and flew towards her own lair, hiding a yawn.
He chuckled as she left for her lair, and covered his mouth as he let out a large yawn. He made his final rounds, searching for stragglers. He searched every nook and cranny until he came to a small corner of the library, and blinked. Danny Phantom, protector of Amity Park, half-ghost boy, appeared to have fallen asleep studying. His head was in his arms, face turned towards the hall, and books were spread out across the table. Unamused, he coughed, clearing his throat. Danny immediately snapped up, scanning his surroundings, then slouched over, groaning, "Ugh, what time is it?"
He crossed his arms, not willing to put up with a teen who found a library to be the perfect place for a nap. "It's nearly midnight, Phantom, and the library is-"
Danny's eyes widened, and he jumped out of the chair. "Crap, midnight?!" He quickly swiped his pencil and notebook back into his backpack, leaving the math books on the table where they were. "They're gonna kill me!" He then raced out the doors muttering, not acknowledging his legs turning into his tail, and back to the portal. Writer blinked, then looked back at the mess Phantom had left, sighing. Well, at least it seemed he was using the library for good reason, instead of somewhere for a cat nap. He picked up each book, using both his telekinetic powers and the powers of his lair to put each book back in its place. His eyebrows furrowed when he was left with a book he actually didn't recognize. Turning it over, he found no proof of it belonging in his library. He looked in the cover, and saw Phantom's human name written there. The teenager had been in such a rush, that he had left his school textbook here on accident.
Flying to the back of the library where his living space was, he put it on his kitchen counter. He wrote a small Post-it note to remind himself to return it at a decent hour. As it was, he needed sleep to work on his next novel. Or maybe some coffee. Coffee could work. He floated over to the coffee maker, preparing a pot.