Sup phans? How ya'll doin? I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while. My sis's B-day in on Halloween so we had tons of shopping and all. I don't own Brad Paisley's Whiskey Lullaby, and/or the Danny Phantom characters. I'm ready to go, yo! SO let's bring it down like fro-yo!
Sorry. I love my ghetto Ra! :D
The plane was huge, and Danny was truly impressed. In all honestly, he would have prefered to fly outside the plane, but he was on break. On break, with Sam and Tucker. We need this, he thought as he sat at the window seat. Sam followed, sitting in the center; and Tucker smiled as he sat in the isle seet (closest to where any stewartesses might walk by).
Everyone buckled up, and leaned their chairs back in a comfortable position. Danny turned around to see that Mr. and Mrs. Manson were three rows back on the opposite side of the plane. Smirking at this, he pushed the armrest up so nothing was dividing them, and placed his right arm around Sam's shoulders. She leaned into his chest, and sighed contently. "We need this," she mumbled and turned her phone on airplane mode.
Danny smirked as Tucker loudly thought 'lovebirds', to annoy them. Sam punched him, and they all chuckled lightly. Danny's eyes gleamed mischievously as they fell on Tucker once more. A grin fell upon his face as he lowered his face so he was eye to eye with Sam. He held her close and thought loudly, 'forgetting' to only include her in his thought's destination, "Sammy you are the most precious little gem in the universe. My little snuggly-kuddles Sammy bear... I love you sooo much." Sam, who only loved attention like this from him, gripped his shirt childishly and snuggled deeped into his chest. "You are so gorgerous, Sammy-cakes. I just can't get over you," Danny continued, thinking all the corny, mushy things he could. By now, the plane had finished take-off and was evening it's wings. Tucker was as grossed by the (not so) P.D.A. as he could've imagined."And, you know what? That's what lovebirds sound like, Tucker." Sam instantly sniggered at the pair.
"And here's what lovebirds look like," Sam thought, after looking over her shoulder for anyone watching them.She wrapped her arms slowly around his neck and pulled him in for a long, slow, deep kiss. Tucker instantly gagged, and Danny wrapped his arms around her waist but only rubbed her nose with his own. They were broken apart by a jutting of the plane, and a cold wisp exiting Danny's mouth.
The halfa instantly scanned out the window for any signs of trouble. His eyes widened as they landed upon a flying midget of a ghost, with . He checked around him for any onlooking peers or chaperones, then sunk from sight and out of the plane.
His blue eyes were replaced with glowing green ones; his raven hair replaced with snowy locks; and his t-shirt and faded jeans replaced with a black and silver jumpsuit with his signature DP signia on his chest. But his air of awkward teenage ignorance was not replaced by his true essence of a smart, strong, brave and compassionate hero, but that of a child who couldn't be sure of himself if he tried. He swallowed his fear, and approached the smallspectre.
"Closk?" He asked,his voice strong, under the scared curiosity of his mind. The figure turned and smirked.
"Ah, the ghost boy." He grinned a toothy grin. "Master Trechor cannot wait for another game."
"I'm not going to play with him," Danny growled, "I've learned my lesson, and he should've learnt his by now."
"Master Trechor said he only lost because you had been in that section of the zone longer. He says that you lost much more than he did in that battle, though."
"I lost nothing to Trechor. But I refuse to play against a cheater again." Danny growled with finality.
"I'm afraid you won't have a choice. Master Trechor demands it." The spectre replied then disapeared, leaving Danny returned to the plane.
"What was that?" Sam asked when he returned.
Danny, who was still deep in thought from what Closk had said, simply mumbled, "Nothing..." And left it at that. He shut his friends out of his thoughts and continued to ramble to himself.
Suddenly the light flickered and the ride grew turbulent again. Instantly Danny's sight went outside, to see Closk leaving the plane.
"Tucker: current location," Danny demanded quietly under all the commotion of the scared teens.
" We're twelve miles east off course, but I can't get any real coordinates. My PDA's gone fuzzy."
"Any paranormal activity near us?" Sam asked the halfa.
Danny scanned the area with his advance ghost senses then his eyes widened, "Right on top of us!" He ran to the restroom at the back of the plane; with everyone up and in a panic he'd likely be seen if he disapeared. Transforming and then exiting the plane as Phantom his analized his surroundings again. They were being sucked into a ghost portal, and Closk was nowhere to be seen.
Danny groaned, so much for a break. He grabbed onto the tail of the plane, and tried to pull the jet out of the portal's grasp. He was strong enough to pull the plane about four miles back, but the portal was huge and long-lasting.
He growled, realizing that it would be useless to pull it out; he was strong, but no ghost could go against the power of a portal of this size and strength. They were sucked into the portal just as it closed, and instantly the plane began to decend.
But Danny was quick. He flew under it and held the metal bird above him as he tried to find a place to land it. After about twenty minutes of flying and searching, he found a clearing under a cliff edge. By the time he landed it he was exhausted, causing him to transform back into his human self. He went intangible and went back into the restroom so no one would be suspicious.
It was absolute chaos in the plane. Everyone was yelling and screaming (besides Sam and Tucker). Even the chaperones had gone nutty. (This did nothing to lighten Danny's mood.)
He stomped to the front and turned to face everyone. "HEY!" he yelled, and it seemed to get everyone's attention, "before you all freak, why don't we just all go outside?"
"Danny, sweetie," his mother began, "we don't know what's outside. I don't think this is a Canadian Airport, honey."
"We'll never know unless we go," Danny countered, his temper wearing thin. Vlad was right about his temper, but he did usually keep it under control.
"Alright. The plane is definitly broken so there's no use in staying, I suppose," Maddie replied, and uneasiness about her. Sam and Tucker had eager looks on their faces after looking out the window.
After everyone was outside and in the small clump people tend to stand in when they're scared, Dash spoke up. "Where are we?" All but the trio mumbled in agreement.
Tucker replied with a confidence others usually didn't see about him, "We're in the Ghost Zone, where all the spectres go to spend their afterlives."
"That explains why it's so cold," Star mumbled. Everyone nodded, besides the trio, who was rather used to the lightly chilled temperature the Zone ensured. Instantly that small statement lead to several conversations among the teenagers.
Danny sighed, and motioned his friends over. They hudled and Danny quietly began, "Tucker, are you on GZ-GPS now?"
"Yup, we're 17 miles East from Clockwork."
"So in 47 miles we'll be in the Far Frozen, right?"
"From there we can use the infi-map to get everyone home," Danny concluded, tiredly.
"... You landed us, didn't you?" Sam questioned, sensing his fatigue.
"well, yeah. But I'm in the zone, I'll be alright in no time."
"Yeah, Sam. He'll be fine," Tucker added, confidently. They smiled and stepped back, looking at the distracted students. They were even more loud and panicked than they were in the plane. Tucker and Danny both looked to Sam. She rolled her eyes, and stepped onto their hands for them to lift her up.
"HEY!" Sam yelled at the top of her lungs, causing everyone to look up. "Thank you," she mumbled and stepped down. Danny smiled and stepped forward.
"We know a way to get home," he began, but was interupted by a chorus of voices:
"Why didn't you say so earlier!?"
"Are you sure?"
"What makes you think we'll all listen, Fenturd?"
"How?"
Danny sighed, and looked to his friends, "Does it matter how? We can get you out, if you all follow our instructions." There were mumbles of consent, and small discussions.
Then, Dash stepped forward. "Maybe you didn't hear me, Fenturd. What makes you think we'll all listen?"
Danny gave a small sigh, and smiled genuinely, "Because we all want to get home just as badly as you do."
This was something no one could disagree to. So it seemed Danny would take charge.
They walked on for a while. The small carry-ons and med kit taken, and all else forgotten. It seemed that Closk was the pilot, though no one else knew where the actual pilot had gone. After about four
"At this speed we won't be to Clockwork's for another hour."
"We're going four miles-per-hour?!" Sam asked, surprised. Normally they'd go at least ten.
"No, they are," Danny corrected, and turned their attention to the group about twenty feet behind them. "I've just been slowing you down so we don't reach our average."
They all groan simultaniously, and Tucker looked at his watch, "It's two o'clock, and they haven't eaten since nine when those peanut-packages were passed out by the ghost stewardesses."
"We should give them a break, they aren't used to this terrain like we are," Sam added. Danny gave a gentle sigh and thought a moment.
"It's not safe to stay still for very long. Not here, at least. It's too open for my liking," the halfa reasoned, but to no avail. Finally he rolled his eyes and scanned again. "If we're going to stop there's a slab of ecto-mutated impure talc ahead. Soft but stable, with tons of ecto-brush and trees; I can secure it while you watch everyone."
"Alright," Sam smiled, and Danny ran ahead. Finally he came face to face with the ledge, but it was sadly at least three feet above his own head. He could easily get to the top, but his classmates wouldn't be able to dream of it. Something strong and sturdy... he thought, scanning his baren surroundings. Perfect, he smirked when he saw a flat-faced boulder just tall enough so one could climb it to reach the platform. He lifted it, finding that it (unlike the talc platform) it was made of osmium. He sighed, applied a bit more force than before, and made quick work of it.
The group arrived soon afterward and Sam instantly recongnized the osmium, and thought to Danny, No strains, right?
No, ma'am, the Halfa teased back and the class walked up the ramp. Only Mr. Lancer noticed how odd it was for the metalic boulder to be leaned against the soft and dull material. "This couldn't have formed like this naturally," he mumbled.
"It didn't, sir," Danny replied respectfully, as he was seeing that everyone made it up safely.
"Then how?" the bald teacher questioned.
Danny gulped, "Well, sir, I moved it so we could walk up to the platform."
"But we could have easily gone any other way than to this ledge," Lancer countered with pure curiosity.
"It's safest to rest on a place with a soft composition and vegetation, Mr. Lancer," Danny replied, and this shut the teacher up. When the balding man reached the top, he discreatly took a small bit of the ramp off. Osmium, he looked back to the thin and weak(looking) Daniel Fenton, how?
"Alright, everyone," Sam spoke up after everyone reached the top. "Find a soft spot, under a tree or some bushes and stay witha buddy. It's safer to rest in close quarters."
Everyone serperated into their own little groups, preppy girls, jocky guys, nerds, chaperones, and of course, the trio.
"Ugh, Sammy, we sleep on the ground?" Pamela asked, disgusted. Sam sighed and rolled her eyes. Even in the face of possible death, her parents were too stuck-up to try camping for a night.
"Yes, ma'am. And I'm afraid we don't have enough blankets for everybody, so that's one of the perks of having a buddy to sleep close to. That is unless you want to share that blanket with everyone," Danny responded respectfully, saving Sam from a response that might land her in trouble.
"What about a fire?" Jack asked, "I have a bag of Grahm crackers marshmallows and chocolate!" Danny sighed, trying not to roll his eyes: Even in the face of possible death, his father was too food-oriented to not make s'mores when camping.
"No, sir. The ghost zone is naturally very cold and when we, as large a group as we are, entered our collective body heat actually increased the average temperature of the entire zone, and we're the source," Sam returned the favor with an equally sophisticated tone, " A ghost could easily track us only by the heat we're giving off, and a campfire would increase that heat by, at least, double. Wouldn't you say, Tucker?"
"At least," Tucker concured, nodding lightly. They all took the nerd's advice and settled down.
It was all quiet until Dash broke it: "Can the ghosts hear us?"
At this Sam and Tucker turned their gaze to Danny who was about half-asleep at the time. He silently scanned the area for any ghosts, but was surprised to find none were close enough to hear them. "No. I haven't seen any signs that they're close enough to hear us."
"Alright, then. I wanna lullaby, Fenturd," Dash demanded; an obnoxious tone to his voice told them he wouldn't sleep until his demands were met.
What lullabies to I know? Danny questioned himself. Finally it hit him, and he gave a gentle smile.
"She put him out," Danny started out low, and build up as he went, "like the burnin' end of a midnight cirgarette,
She broke his heart," he gave Sam a soft smile and wink, "he spent is whole life tryin' to forget...
We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time,
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind,
Until the night," The halfa's voice was smooth and clear, deep but light on their ears.
Tucker gave a generous smile, knowing that this was the song that had caused him to cry after going weeks without any form of stress-reflief. Gladly, he joined in, "He put that bottle to his head, and pulled the trigger,
And fin'ly drank away her memory.
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees." The pair of brothers smiled, both knowing this was where strong Danny Phantom had flown off in tears.
"We found 'im with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said 'I'll love her till I die'.
And when we burried him beneath the willow,
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby:
la-la-la-la lah lah lah" their voices dropped. Danny and Sam had paid for Tucker to have voice lessons after the 'Ember Incident'. 'No need to hear his ghostly wail ever again' they had said. "la-la-la-la lah lah Laah," the pair's voice rose to a higher pitch.
Suddenly, Sam found her own voice, "The rumor flew, but nobody knew how much she blamed herself,
for years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath.
She finally drank her pain away, a little at a time,
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind," Sam gave Danny a genuine smile, and Danny gave a whistful sigh. Her voice was like a bell; dark and deep but full of hope and light.
They all chorused together, "She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger.
And fin'ly drank away his memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees.
We found her with her face down in the pillow,
clinging to his picture for dear life.
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
while the angels sang a whiskey lullaby," The trio looked amongst each other and mumbled the remainder of Brad Paisley's Whiskey Lullaby: "La-la-la-la lah lah lah, la-la-la-la lah lah lah."
Pamela and Jeremy were shocked and disgusted: Who knew their daughter could sing so well? and How on earth did she know such a deep and suicidal song? Either way they let it slide and more easily fell asleep. Similar thoughts glazed Maddie and Lancer's mind, but they were distracted and lulled to sleep by Jack's snoring.
The students were impressed, but said nothing, and slowly drifted to sleep.
Honestly they were all somewhat hurt by the lack of response, but it didn't matter. They were happy and together. Danny stripped a bush of leaves, and scraped off talc from the ledge with his hands. Compacting it into a small pillow he covered it with leaves and leaned back. Sam placed her head on his chest, and closed her eyes. Tucker stretched out, is head on Danny's legs. Soon everyone was deep in a good and restful sleep.
And they deserved it.