Disclaimer: I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back-


For BellsAndMischief for the 2024 phic phight lol


"Okay dudes, I'm gonna stop this episode here. I'm LOVING this game so far, guys. Unfortunately, because I've had to prep for YouCon, you won't be seeing me play this game until I come back in two weeks. I'm going to be at YouCon, but I'm also going to be hanging out with one of my best friends, Sam for a while. We got some stuff planned for both of our channels, so I'll be back with some really fun videos that I'll have filmed with her. But anyway! Thanks so much guys, I've been FanaticFoley. Don't forget to like, share and subscribe, and I'll see all you dudes in the next video!"

Sam couldn't help but smile as she watched Tucker go through the motions of his normal exit for his video before his custom music began to play. She rolled her eyes lightly as his goofy wave, but despite it, she found herself giving a light wave back. She exited out of the video and returned to the window of her editing program.

She exhaled softly, leaning back in her chair as she stared at her own footage. In the frozen image on the screen, Sam was surrounded by a mountain of clothing, in the process of folding a black shirt as one of her cats was trying to step all over the mountain.

Her phone rang, and she eagerly reached for it. It was Tucker, and she happily answered.

"Hey Tuck!" she chirped happily.

"Aye Sam! I'm getting on the plane, I'll be there in a few hours," Tucker replied warmly.

"Goody! I got everything ready for us to make vegan tacos!" Sam could just feel all of the joy sucked out of her friend as he was reminded of his lost bet.

"Man, don't remind me," he complained. "You did stock some real food for me, right?" Sam rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair, lazily bouncing a bit.

"Yeah, yeah. I picked up some of your oven pizzas and hamburger meat for you," she assured him.

"And non-almond milk?"

"And non-almond milk," Sam confirmed. Tucker sighed in relief.

"Thanks!" he told her. "So according to my watch, it's almost 11pm there and you answered immediately, so let me guess. You're just now getting to editing?"

"Maaaybe," Sam replied in a sing-song voice.

"Sam, I upload a video consistently every day on top of streaming, and you're always up late into the night editing for your twice a week uploads," Tucker's words were harsh, but she knew he was just teasing her.

"Yeah, but my videos require me leaving my house," she teased right back. Tucker chuckled. "And I encourage other people to leave their basement. Plus I was doing the Marie Kondo video, filming that took me nearly six weeks."

"True, true," Tucker agreed. "Anyway, you still coming to get me, or am I going to have to hail a taxi?"

"No, no. I'll make sure I force myself to finish," she assured him. "I'll swing by to get you."

"Sounds good. Alright, gotta board soon, so I'll call you when I land. Later, gator!"

"Later!"

The phone hung up, and Sam sighed. She put her phone facedown on the desk, staring back at her work. Editing was so boring. Maybe she should just give in and hire somebody like Tucker did. He always praised Mikey's work. Maybe Mikey would be willing to take on another client…

A notification popped up on her YouTube account in the background, and she eagerly dove into the distraction. TeamPhantom is live: Team Training. Sam's eyes sparkled excited, and she immediately clicked on it.

The stream opened, revealing the ghostly superhero stretching with his team. Danny Phantom was standing in the middle, in black gym shorts and a loose black tank top, doing arm stretches. His cousin, in a black sports bra and gym shorts, to his left putting her hair up into a tight bun. The Red Huntress, in her visor as normal to protect her identity with a loose red shirt and matching gym shorts doing leg stretches.

She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms over her stomach as she watched. Any reason to ignore her responsibilities.


Sam drummed her fingers against the steering wheel. The goth cursed lightly under her breath. Stupid airport. Why was it so crowded at this hour? Well, it was LA. But it was still so late.

She sighed, stretching lightly before she spotted who she was waiting for. She leaned forward, giving a wave to grab his attention. The other noticed her, smiling and giving a wave back. Sam flipped her turn signal on, and after a frustrating wait for a car to move, she pulled up to the curb. She left the car running, but got out and eagerly rushed around.

"Tucker!" Sam squealed happily, opening her arms. He grinned and immediately ran into her arms, hugging her tightly. "How was your flight?"

"Hot, sweaty, but I survived," Tucker replied happily. Indeed, as she pulled away from him, Tucker seemed a bit hot and flushed. "It was crowded."

"Well come on," Sam told him. She reached out to open her car's backseat, and Tucker went to put his bags into it. "Do you wanna stop for something to eat, or just head on back to my place."

"Nah, let's just go back to your place," Tucker declined. He closed the door as Sam walked around back into the driver's seat. "I got some big news for you." Sam paused at the driver's door.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you once we get rolling," Tucker assured her. Sam gave a curious hum, but got into her car, popping her trunk for Tucker to put his bag in.

Once they were both in the car and out of the airport, on the highway to her home, Sam couldn't help herself.

"So what's the big news? Is DashBash beating your subscriber count?" she teased. Tucker scowled, hitting her upper arm.

"No! That idiot's not even close!" he insisted. "He just had that one random spike in followers, and it's been pretty even lately."

"Oh, so you're still checking in on him?" Sam laughed. Tucker rolled his eyes.

"He bullied me in high school, and he has the nerve to start a prank youtube channel just when I hit a significant milestone? And to make those videos specifically calling me out?" Tucker protested. "Of course I'm going to keep my eye on his ass. The prick."

"Alright, alright. So what's the big news?" Sam asked.

"Team Phantom's not coming to YouCon."

"What!?" Sam stole a wide-eye glance at him. Tucker looked serious. "That's such bullshit! I wanted to meet them so bad! Why the fuck are they dipping out so last minute?"

"It's for safety reasons," Tucker explained. "Get this. FentonWorks is coming too." Sam gave a tired, frustrated sigh.

"I mean," she huffed a bit, one hand angrily slapping the steering wheel. "I get that. I do. Ghost hunters and superhero ghosts don't really mix. And I really like FentonWorks too, but I really, really wanted to meet Danny Phantom."

"Same, he was on my list of people I wanted to ask about collabing with," Tucker agreed. "Plus, he's a goddamn superhero vlogger. How often do you get to meet somebody like that?"

"I really, really wanted to meet up with the Ellie Phantom," Sam grumbled. "I just watched their livestream today, and she did some of the most amazingly complex looking yoga poses with like, zero effort. And I've been working on a Ghost Rights video for my Social Commentary series, and I really wanted a few quotes and an interview with her and Danny."

"They livestreamed?" Tucker questioned. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tucker turn his phone on and begin to scroll. "They did just today, damn. For nearly four hours."

"Yeah, Team Training," Sam replied.

"...You watched the entire livestream and didn't finish your editing, did you?"

Sam grimaced.

"...Do you happen to know if Mikey's taking on any more clients?"

"He's not."

"Fuck!"


"Ready to start?" Tucker asked. He had his backpack of equipment with him on his lap and dressed in a simple t-shirt with a video game logo on it and jean shorts, sneakers and without his normal hat. Sam had gone for a dark purple tank top and shorts, with sneakers, bat sunglasses. It was too hot for much else.

"Ready as can be," she replied, pulling into the parking space of the arcade. Tucker hummed with a knowing grin as he saw the goth yawn lightly.

"Oh you look so tired. Oh gee, I wonder why." Sam scowled at him as she put the car in park.

"Shut up, it was a forty minute long video," she grumbled. She flipped her sunglasses up to rest on her head. She reached into the back to pull out her own backpack, a dark purple spider one.

"I slept like a baby with your cats in the guest room," Tucker teased, Sam giving him a glare. "They were too tired of waiting for you to go to bed." Sam rolled her eyes.

"Shadow and Moon both just like you because you feed them treats whenever they meow for it," she accused him. Tucker shrugged, and he handed her his camera. "Did you want to film the intro in the car?" He shook his head.

"Nah, I'll do it when we get back to your place," he replied. Sam nodded understandingly, and they stepped out.

It was a small local arcade and pizza shop that had lots of old fashioned games. Earlier, Tucker and her had determined that it was a perfect place to shoot a video together, primarily for him. Sam had never actually been there before, despite having lived in the area for several years now, but it looked a lot more fun than she had expected. She readied the camera as Tucker stepped in through the front door, following him soon after.

"Oh wow," she breathed. "Tucker, it's so colorful!"

Bright, colored lights were everywhere, displaying names of many titles Sam didn't recognize, but a few she did. Tucker had immediately pointed one out.

"Sam, they have a Crash Nebula game!" he turned to her excitedly. Tucker immediately half-jogged over to the occupied game, Sam following with a fast walk.

"Oh, this looks retro," she mentioned. While in good shape, the game's side art made it look ancient, and the style of the game confirmed it. From her experience playing, it was more so of an Invaders reskin than any kind of original concept.

"Holy shit, dude, you're killing it," Tucker commented to the gamer as he stood on the left side of the game. The dude was a black haired guy in a NASA t-shirt and jean pants, despite the heat outside. Sam paused at the sight of him, almost doing a double take. He looked familiar. The other grinned, not looking up at him as he stayed hunched over the game.

"I play this all the time," he confessed, and Sam came to his right side, focusing the camera on the game. Indeed, his score was in the high millions, and despite the speed that the game was going at, the boy was keeping up with a practiced skill.

"Here?" Tucker asked. He and Sam were both focused on the game.

"Oh no, I'm just in town for a convention," the boy explained. "I play a version of this on my computer with an old joystick, basically the same thing."

"What convention?" Sam asked.

"YouCon," he replied. Tucker glanced up at her in surprise, and she peered from behind the lens to raise a curious brow.

"Dude, same," Tucker chirped.

The guy didn't look up from the game, but Sam could see the excited grin. It was familiar. She knew him. The smile quickly dropped when the stranger died, and he huffed a tad annoyingly, standing up straight.

"FanaticFoley," Tucker introduced himself, extending his hand. The guy took it, shaking it.

"Dude, you don't need to introduce me, I watch your stuff all the time," the other chuckled. "You're my favorite Let's Player, hands down."

Sam noticed Tucker visibly puff up with pride, and she couldn't help but smile. Tucker always seemed to get really delighted when people recognized him. He absolutely deserved it. Sam knew firsthand the amount of work that went into everything he made. It was something she admired about him.

"I'm SuperSam," Sam spoke aloud. She kept the camera up as she extended her hand too. He turned to face her, and he nodded. He took her hand as well.

"No introduction needed yet again," he replied, to her surprise. He wasn't her normal demographic. "My sister watches you all the time, she introduced me. I love your social commentary series. They're always really well done, especially that one about eating less meat." Sam perked up.

"Thank you!" she said cheerfully. Wow, he was so kind. "That was one of my favorite videos to do."

"What channel are you from?" Tucker questioned.

"FentonWorks. My parents run it, but I do the behind the scenes stuff," he explained, and it clicked for Sam. She knew he was vaguely familiar, but only from the passing small glimpses from the background of the FentonWorks videos and his voice occasionally commenting to his parents from behind the camera. From what the hosts had mentioned, she knew that he was their cameraman and video editor alongside other duties.

"You're Danny!" she exclaimed. He nodded.

"Yup, that's me," he smiled, and he gave a light laugh. "Now I'm surprised that anybody knows me." It was infectious, and Sam immediately laughed with him.

"I love FentonWorks!" Sam exclaimed. "I love occult stuff, your mom's lectures on ghost plants is so interesting!"

"Damn, dude, I don't know if I can beat this score," Tucker lightly complained. Sam focused the camera back on him as he put some coins into the arcade machine. Danny immediately snapped to his side.

"There's a trick to this," Danny explained. He tapped the game's screen. "Flick the control stick and don't hold down the button, just slap that bad boy."

Tucker's eyes were glued to the screen, but he nodded. Danny leaned against the machine, watching as Sam silently filmed.

"Dude, it's been so long since I played an arcade game, I'm so used to a mouse and keyboard or a controller," Tucker commented. Sam already knew that he was mostly just talking aloud for their video, and so she didn't comment. "So if I suck, I'm blaming that. That's going to be my excuse today."

"What about every other day?" Danny lightly teased. Tucker snickered, briefly letting go of the stick to jokingly shove him.

"Shut up," Tucker half-laughed. "I know I need to git gud." He grumbled as his player character on the screen exploded.

"You can start by not dying less than thirty seconds in," Danny suggested.

"But I just crave death so much," Tucker protested.

"I'm the one with the occult channel here, I should be the one craving death," Danny reminded him. Sam snickered. He was looking over the game as Tucker started the second life. "Though with those skills, I'm kind of already there."

"Man, fuck you," Tucker chuckled, and Sam had to hold back a laugh herself. This guy was witty. Really witty. She could tell that he was used to this, this dynamic. And he just bounced super well off Tucker, it was almost like they had known each other for years.

"Hey Danny...Do you wanna help me film Tucker while he makes us vegan tacos?"


"Was it that bad to touch vegan tacos?" Sam teased Tucker. The geek made a face.

"Yes," he replied, giving a dramatic eye roll. Sam slapped his shoulder. "Tofu feels disgusting, it looks disgusting, and the texture just makes me wanna die a little."

"Well, now it's time to try a vegan taco," Sam grinned.

Tucker's eyes widened, and they darted to the camera. Danny felt himself smirk from his position. He zoomed in on the horrified geek. Tucker slowly shook his head no.

"Oh. Oh no. That wasn't part of the deal," Tucker insisted. Sam made a pouty face, and Tucker scowled.

"Can I have one?" Danny asked. Sam beamed at him.

"Of course!" she cheerfully spoke up, holding up the plate. Danny carefully stepped over the wires as Tucker glared at him.

"Dude," Tucker gasped lightly. "Traitor."

Danny came into the frame, accepting a taco from the plate. He eagerly took a large bite of it, and he gave a hum of approval. He smiled up at her, and Sam's heart fluttered.

"This is pretty good," Danny spoke finally before taking another bite. Tucker grumbled.

"Fine, give me a damn taco."

Sam cheerfully passed the plate to Tucker. He took one, and he stared at the taco in his hand. After a moment, he finally took a small bite. The second he chewed, his mouth twisted up in disgust. He dramatically shuffled before going to the trashcan nearby, spitting into it.

"This is the worst thing," Tucker complained.

"Aw, it's not that bad," Danny grinned. He shoved the last of the taco into his mouth before picking up a second one.

"Do you like it that much?" Sam asked happily, finally picking up one for herself and taking a bite. Danny nodded, taking a bite into the second taco. Her heart soared. At least somebody appreciated it.

"Mhm!" he said, before he began to make his way back to behind the cameras. Tucker was using a spoon he had collected to scrape his tongue off.

"Oh don't be so dramatic," Sam scoffed to Tucker.

"You nearly killed me, witchy woman," he replied. She chuckled. Of course, she knew that he was playing it up for the video.

"Do you need a drink?" Danny asked.

"Yes, anything!" Tucker replied. Danny shuffled back into view to hand him a glass of water. Tucker chugged like his life depended on it.

"Well, while Tucker brushes his teeth, don't forget to like, share and subscribe. If you enjoyed this video," Sam began her normal exit speech. She finished it, ignoring Tucker's antics, focusing instead on Danny. After she finished, he gave the thumb's up that it had stopped.

"I need to brush my teeth for real," Tucker said, grumbling as he wandered off to do just so.

Danny chuckled, and he hiccuped, making him pause. Sam didn't have the air conditioner on; it just wasn't hot enough this time of year to justify it, so her windows were open instead, but strangely enough, Danny's breath still seemed visible.

He had immediately begun to look around, as if searching for something. Sam couldn't help but stare at him.

"Are you cold?" Sam questioned. He seemed a bit startled by the question.

"Um. Yeah? Uh, kinda. A little?"

Weird. Wasn't FentonWorks from a northern state? How could he be cold in LA? She didn't want to bring it up, but it definitely peaked her interest.

"Do you need a blanket or something?"

"Oh, no! I'm good!" He shot her a smile. That smile was still so familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. It wasn't just from him helping his family's channel. Something in her was strongly noticing that something about him was just so friendly, in the sense that she knew him in another way. "Do you want help cleaning up?"

"Please," Sam replied. She grabbed the vegan tacos, carefully putting them in a storage container as leftovers. Danny got to work clearing and wiping the counters down.

Soon enough, Tucker came back, wiping a bit of toothpaste from his mouth but he seemed happier than before.

"Alright, so, you now gotta show me what else you got," Tucker said to Danny. He went to start loading the dishwasher. "You said you've played that Crash Nebula game at home right?"

"Yeah!" Danny said. He handed Tucker a few of the dishes from the counter, forming a team as Danny collected and Tucker loaded. "I have a retro old game controller. It's just easier than a normal modern controller honestly."

"Really? Have you tried custom keybinding?" Sam asked. She put the leftovers in the fridge. Both boys shot her a blank look. They clearly had not thought of this, but by the way their expressions changed from no-thought idiots to their singular brain cells rubbing together to get an idea, they were very interested.

"Can we use your gaming set-up?" Tucker blurted out. Sam snorted in amusement.

"Yeah, I'll show you how I had set up the Crash Nebula keybinds," she said.

"You've played before?" Danny seemed surprised, which she couldn't blame him for. While he had apparently heard of her, he definitely wasn't the kind of fan who would know how much she played video games outside of her streams with Tucker.

She smirked.

"The top score in that game belongs to SSM. Super Sam Manson," she said.

"You're the top score!?" Danny cried out. "Oh my god, you have to teach us!"

At nearly the same time, Tucker was loudly demanding the same, for her to teach them her ways.

"If you guys can finish cleaning up the kitchen while I feed my babies, I'll show you some of what I know," she offered.

She had never seen two men clean faster in their lives.


"Hey guys and gals and nonbinary pals, it's SuperSam. I'm currently at YouCon right now with my friend FanaticFoley," Sam greeted to the camera. Tucker leaned in on her right shoulder, flashing a smile and peace sign.

"Hey!" Tucker added on.

"And I'm here with a new friend of mine from FentonWorks," Sam continued, and she felt Danny lean in on her left shoulder.

"Hi!" Danny smiled. Sam smiled, lightly patting Danny's cheek with her free hand. She could see in the camera's viewfinder his cheeks flush red before he and Tucker both left her shot.

"Now, I'm still just outside, and I don't know how much I'll be vlogging, because I don't want to be annoying. I'll film what I can, but ultimately I just wanna be able to be with my friends and hang out, and as you guys know, I am hosting a Q&A, but don't worry, I will be recording it so that I can post it as a separate video so that everybody can learn a bit more. For now, I'll keep you guys updated, and if there's not that much footage on my normal, um, ya knows, I'll still talk about my experiences at YouCon," Sam explained.

Tucker and Danny, in the five seconds since they left the camera view, had begun a play slap fight. Danny was in an impressive fighter stance, one that reminded her of Phantom's livestream, but Tucker was in an exaggerated pose akin to one of the fighter games she knew he had livestreamed often. Since she could tell they weren't listening…

"I do have some prime footage for you guys at least thought of me kicking those two idiots butts' at Crash Nebula." She couldn't help but smirk. "Made Tucker cry a little with my skills. I'll be showing that too."

She shut the camera off, tucking it into her backpack as she shot her friends a smile. Danny had ended up staying the night, the trio unintentionally crashing in the living room until their alarms went off. He was so friendly. It was so easy to like him. He just almost had this charisma that made him so fun to be around. Even if he did seem to pee every hour.

"Come on, ya dorks," she joked to them. "I have a Q&A in like twenty minutes."

Tucker made a loud video-game style fighter noise, pretending to land a final blow on Danny, who pretended to collapse from it.

"Yeah, I got my meet and greet in like an hour," Tucker sighed. He glanced over at Danny. "What are you gonna do?"

Danny hiccuped, and again, she could see his breath. But…it was so warm outside. Sam was in shorts. Tucker had cargo pants on. Even Danny had put on a pair of shorts, after a quick stop at his family's hotel room on the way over so he could change. Sam was a bit disappointed that they had missed his parents, but she knew that she'd at least get a chance to say hello after the convention. She had promised to drop Danny off at home.

"I uh. I'm probably gonna go help my parents with their panel," he said. He hopped up to his feet. "I'll meet you guys after your Q&A for lunch!"

Danny hadn't waited for their confirmation, but instead rushed off.

"Uh. Okay?" Sam said after him. Tucker shrugged.

"Set-up does take a while, and we did kind of delay him," he reminded her. Sam gave a half-shrug herself.

"Yeah, true," she mused. They began walking together up to the building. By now, Danny had already made it to the door and was hurrying inside, but the long-term friends took their time lazily strolling up. "Doesn't he look familiar to you?"

"Hm? Whatcha mean?" Tucker asked. "Like, I'd see why you'd think that, you obsessively watch FentonWorks."

"No, I mean, like. From elsewhere," Sam replied. "I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."

"Well, he doesn't really look too familiar to me," Tucker said. "Maybe he's just had more screentime in FentonWorks videos than you'd think."

"Maybe…I dunno, I just-"

She cut herself off with a short, frightened scream, accompanied by Tucker's loud, petrified scream. Glass seemingly exploded as a blur of green, white and black was flung from the convention building.

"Come on, Technus, really? A YouTube convention?"

Sam's heart fluttered excitedly. That voice. She knew this voice. The haunting echo was unmistakable, and she soon saw the man in question.

Phantom! Team Phantom DID come! She could only see the leader, Phantom himself, but it was so clearly him.

She rummaged through her bag, frantic for her camera. This was her shot, this was her shot!

Team Phantom was based in Illinois, and so she never saw him in action like this. Phantom did wear a go-pro dorkily strapped to his head and livestreamed with a regular camera for their limited Q&As and their Team Training workout sessions. True, she had seen some footage here and there of a passerby filming Phantom in action, but this was different.

She got her camera out, and she began rolling, but her eyes were locked onto Phantom. He was so much cooler in person. Sam could see firsthand how true FentonWorks's theory was about a ghost appearing so glitchy and out of focus for cameras. In person, he seemed so human. He was so solid and bigger than she expected.

"…And another thing, stop! Sharing! What! Underwear! You! Wear!" Phantom's voice snapped her out of her admiration, and she tuned fully into the action. He had emphasized his words with punches. "Seriously! It creeps my viewers out! And demonetizes my streams. I literally owe Amity Park so much in property damages."

With a final kick, the ghost, Technus was it?, was flung through the air, opposite the way Sam and Tucker had come. He had taken that opportunity to fly, Phantom hot on his tail. She glanced around, and she noticed that surprisingly, almost nobody was following. What a waste!

"Come on, Tucker!" Sam didn't even hesitate. She grabbed his arm and pulled as she began to sprint.

"AH-! SAM! Sam, we have panels!"

She ignored him, though she quickly let go. Tucker wasn't nearly as fast as her, nor in as good of shape. She could hear him following, but his footsteps were quickly fading.

Sam kept her eye and camera focus on the sky. She couldn't fully make out what was being said, but she followed anyway. Colorful blasts of rays were exchanged between the two, slamming the other into billboards and attempting to fling the other. It seemed that the fight was already almost over, but Sam was confident she got most of it on tape. How much was going to be usable and not bumpy as hell from her running? That was Editing Sam's problem. Unless she could meet an editor at the convention.

The ghosts had stopped at some point, staying hovering in a somewhat singular spot as they bantered and shot blasts at each other that got deflected by shields.

"Sam. Please." Tucker's voice wheezed hard behind her as he finally caught up. She glanced over before returning their focus to the fight.

"They're coming down!" she ignored him. Phantom had flung Technus down to the ground, in an alleyway.

"Oh Sam, that's gotta be-SAM!"

Too late. She had already made a mad rush towards the alleyway. Despite the complaints, she could hear and feel Tucker right on her heels.

Sam made it just in time. Phantom was standing on the ground, his iconic thermos in hand. Like the many patrol streams she had seen, he sucked the ghost into it.

She could see him smile as he capped the thermos, a bright flash, and then he was…

Danny Fenton. The FentonWorks editor and cameraman, the guy who they hung out with all night. That familiar smile instantly clicked now, where it had come from, but it dropped as he heard their gasps. His neck snapped to look at them.

"I-I can explain," he immediately started, taking a step forward to them, his knuckles white as he grasped the thermos tightly.

"You're Danny Phantom," Sam whispered in awe. Danny's eyes began to tear up as he looked between the two. Despite his claims that he could explain, a heavy silence hung in the air as nobody spoke. Tucker glanced at his camera.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Sam," he finally spoke. He pressed a button on his camera before putting his camera back into his pocket. Delete. "I think I'm not going to vlog YouCon this year."

"...Lots of other people are going to be vlogging it," Sam agreed, and Danny felt his heart began to beat again, this time at lightning speed. She also began deleting her footage. "I haven't seen anything interesting or worth posting anyway."

A blur rushed to them, and Danny had pulled them both into a tight hug. He had tears running down his cheek, and Sam could feel them wetting her shoulder.

"Oh thank you! Thank you!" he cried. Sam wrapped an arm around him, hugging back as Tucker patted his shoulder. She glanced at her remaining footage.

"I can easily edit down what's left," she mused. She glanced up at Danny. "But uh. You do FentonWorks's editing, right?" Danny nodded. Sam sheepishly took the memory SD out of her camera. "Please tell me you're hiring. I need an editor." Through a hard sniffle, Danny gave a choked laugh. "I'll obviously pay, of course."

"Ah, for keeping this on the downlow, this edit's on the house," he replied. He took the memory SD from her and pocketed it, pulling his phone out instead. He frowned at the time. "Aren't you guys supposed to be doing panels and stuff by now?"

Sam peaked at the time, and she paled. Ah fuck. Tucker would be good, but she was kinda fucked. She was supposed to be on stage two minutes ago. Tucker also saw the time, and he dramatically fell to his hands and knees. Though Sam knew that was partly because this was the most he's probably run in his entire life, and it finally hit him like a truck.

"Hey," Danny said. The flash of light returned, and a blink later, Phantom stood there. He offered a hand to both. "Lemme fly you over."