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brokeitwiththepowerofmathamatics · 2 years

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DP Fanfic - Let There Be Rock (Part 2)

Let There Be Rock (Ao3)

Danny gets hurt by a stolen invention in the hands of the Guys in White, the resulting injury required a dangerous, and personal, treatment. Even if he pulls through, he won't be the same Phantom on the other side.

Good thing too

Jazz knocked on Danny’s door. “Danny? Can I come in?” She hadn’t been expecting a response, but she had been hoping. She opened the door anyways. As soon as she did, music drifted out of Danny’s room.

She quirked an eyebrow as she opened the door the rest of the way. She stepped in after letting Danny have the opportunity to tell her to leave him alone. He didn’t, so after closing the door behind her, she walked over and sat next to him on his bed.

She eyed the guitar in his hands that he was playing. “I didn’t know you played…”

Danny shrugged, but didn’t stop playing the song on his guitar. “I don’t.” Jazz looked down at the guitar as Danny continued playing. It took her a moment to recognize the song. She had only heard it once, specifically an hour ago when the two of them were driving back from school today.

Danny finished the song and sighed, putting the guitar down by the side of his bed. He rubbed his face and leaned back against the bed. “I never played guitar before… I didn’t know what three-quarter time meant, and I didn’t know what a chord progression referred to either…”

“But now you do?” Jazz prompted when it became clear he wasn’t going to continue on his own.

Danny didn’t immediately respond, which worried Jazz. In fact, he remained deathly still for a moment. Suddenly he sat up and grabbed the guitar again. He started playing another song. He got a few bars into it before he answered Jazz. “It happened in the car, a song was playing on the radio and suddenly I knew how to play it. It’s just like… you know when you are standing over a ledge and you suddenly have an urge to throw something off it?”

“Call of the void,” Jazz supplied

“It was like that, I just needed to play it. This urge to play…” he shrugged. “So I stole your guitar and…”

Jazz frowned and looked at the guitar. “Wait, that’s mine?”

Danny chuckled fondly. “Yeah, you got it back when…” He trailed off and the smile fell off his face, “Back when Ember first showed up. You were one of the kids brainwashed into liking her music and you suddenly wanted to be a rockstar…”

“Oh…” There wasn’t much more Jazz could say to that. She cleared her throat and went back to why she was originally in here to begin with. “Are you doing okay?”

“Jazz… I know you know that I lost to the Box Ghost today…” he shot her a glare. “How do you think, brainiac?”

Jazz pursed her lips and tried not to show the fact she was filing that comment away. That hadn’t sounded like the Danny she knew but he was under a lot of stress, and Frostbite had warned them that he would experience some changes.

But she didn’t think Danny would appreciate that being pointed out.

“You lost to the Box Ghost? Ha! Oh man, the zone would get a kick out of that!”

The two of them jumped as Ember appeared in Danny’s room. She sat at his desk with her feet up on his desk. She had her own guitar out and was strumming along to the song Danny had been playing.

She frowned when he stopped. “Wait, keep playing, dipstick, I was having fun.”

“What are you doing here?” Jazz demanded. The guitar playing continued and she turned toward Danny. “Danny! Don’t start playing again just cause she asked you to.”

Dany shrugged. “Relax, she’s not here cause she’s going to hurt anyone.” A note rang out and he added. “She’s been hanging around since the operation.”

Ember tossed her hair back and shot Jazz a look. “If I wanted to cause problems you wouldn’t have even known I was here.” She narrowed her eyes. “You should be a lot nicer to me, after all, I currently have Phantom’s core practically in the palm of my hand.”

Jazz glanced at Danny who hadn’t reacted to that statement at all, but the messages Frostbite had passed along had seemed to imply that was very much the case.

But Danny wasn’t worried, in fact, he seemed a little less than impressed with Ember. So instead of freaking out like she wanted to do when faced with a statement like that, she took a deep breath and thought about it for a moment.

“You might,” Jazz admitted, “But I think that means you’re less likely to do anything.” Jazz smiled as Ember’s eyes widened. “It’s easy for someone to act like a cartoon villain and laugh, ‘I have your soul ’” She said giving her best Box Ghost impression, “but you ghosts know so much more about what our souls actually are, and I think that someone who is desperate to be remembered would treat someone’s soul as sacred.”

Jazz held up a finger. “And one more thing, I may not be an ecto-biologist or anything, but I still have some knowledge on how to read a medical report.” She smirked, “And so even if I’m wrong about you, I know that the connection is not just one way right now. You might have Danny’s core in the palm of your hand, but he’s probably affecting you too…”

Jazz shrugged. “Now, I don’t know what he’s doing to you, but…” Her admission trailed off, she could continue, but her point was made.

The room was silent for a few beats, before Danny burst out cackling. “HA! She nailed you good there!”

“Oh shut up!” Ember shouted, her face darkening in color as she blushed. “Look! I came by to check on you! You don’t have to be rude! ”

Danny didn’t shut up. He in fact continued to laugh. In between laughing fits, he managed to get out, “You have to admit, you did start it.”

“I did not! I just came by and she started demanding you shove me in that thermos of yours!”

Jazz folded her arms. “Well! What am I supposed to think! You’ve brainwashed me before. Twice!”

Ember and Danny both rolled their eyes. “The fact my second brainwashing attempt affected you says more about you than it does me.” Ember shrugged as Jazz opened her mouth to argue and spoke over her. “The same thing can be said about why you haven’t said anything to Youngblood here.”

“What?” Jazz shouted

She was cut off from panicking as Danny put a hand on her shoulder. “He’s not here, she’s messing with you.”

Jazz huffed. “Well, that’s just mean…”

Danny turned back to Ember and gave her a weak grin. “Well, I guess you heard how I’m doing. I lost to the Box Ghost of all people.”

Ember threw her head back and laughed. “Yeah! Man, if I didn’t want the entire zone to know that you lost to him after getting a chunk of my powers I’d have a field day sharing that with everyone.” She then lost all her cheer and fixed him with a glare. “Now then, since I don’t want to become a laughing stock by proxy, how the fuck did you lose to the Box Ghost? You know who loses to the box ghost? I’d tell you… IF I KNEW!”

Jazz slapped her hands against her knees before standing up. “You know what, I’ll leave this to you.”

Ember smirked in a way that made Jazz want to second guess her decision as Danny’s eyes widened. “What! No! Why?”

Jazz let out a hum. “Well, maybe I’d be more willing to help you out if you were actually planning on talking to me about your problems instead of stealing my guitar and just holing up in your room to play music.”

“Hey!” Ember interrupted, “I’ll have you know holing up in your room and playing music is a valuable coping mechanism!”

Danny also added in his own two cents, “And you didn’t even know you had a guitar!”

“Later, Danny,” Jazz said, opening the door and walking out, “I’m sure Ember will be nice and understanding about losing to the Box Ghost.”

The door clicked shut at the same time Danny’s mouth did. He turned slowly to face Ember who was staring into his soul, quite possibly literally. “Uh… yeah, so hi, welcome to my room.”

Ember rolled her eyes. “Relax, I’m not actually that mad about that… well, I am a little, but…” she waved between them, “Your soul is different now. Mine too now. I get it.”

Danny frowned and plucked at the guitar in his hands. “It's weird… it all is. Everything feels different, and I don’t just mean that cold bothers me again.” He let out a breath and looked up at the ceiling, “I feel different. I feel different things.”

Ember tilted her head. “Like what?”

Danny worked his mouth for a moment, trying to think of how to begin. “Sam and Tucker…” he started, the words forming on their own before he even got them in order, “The other day… I mean, since you saved me,” He ignored Ember fidgeting at that, she was going to have to get used to that sooner rather than later. “I’ve… I dunno, I feel like when I talk to people, there’s this… I dunno. Echo? When I talk to them? I don’t know what it is but-”

“You’re feeling their emotions,” Ember cut in.

“What? I can do that? You can do that?”

Ember shrugged. “Yeah, I mean I can, and what you’re describing sounds like how it feels for me.” She smirked. “Come on, dipstick, I feed off people listening to my music, how did you think I did that?”

Danny worked his mouth. “I… didn’t know. I didn’t need to do that before.” his eyes widened. “Wait, do I need to do that now?”

“Feed is a figure of speech. It’s not something you need to do. You might like it though.” Ember said, dismissing his panic. She started playing her guitar. “So, how come you couldn’t beat the shit out of the Box Ghost?”

Danny groaned and put his head in his hands. “I was too distracted, I could feel that echo… his emotions? Oh man, that’s gonna be weird next time I fight someone…” he shook his head and went back to explaining. “I was too distracted by that and I couldn’t focus.”

Ember groaned and threw her head back. “Oh my god, Phantom, really?”

“It’s not just that though, it’s everything. Even the way I transform feels different now!” Danny said, jumping up and pacing. “I know everything’s changed, I get that, but it’s just so overwhelming and I don’t know what to do right now!”

Danny continued to pace as Ember watched dispassionately. “Transforming isn’t grabbing that cold spot in me anymore, my ectoblasts are weaker and-”

Danny was cut off as loud music started pounding out in his room. He turned and blinked toward Ember who was fiddling with his stereo. The music playing washed over him, and resonated with him.

“I like listening to angry music when I’m angry, makes me feel validated,” Ember explained, tapping a finger to the beat of the song.

Danny blinked as the song played out from the stereo. “Rise, now, stand and sing. Storm the castle, kill the king!” rang out across the room. The music resonated with him, drawing out images of him fighting Pariah and beating the mad king back into his coffin.

Ember broke him out of his revere as she kicked her feet back up on his desk, “Keep ranting, Baby Pop, I’m listening.”

Danny looked down at his hands. He went from beating Pariah, to losing to the Box Ghost. He dropped his hands to his side and looked at Ember. “I… I can’t do this, I can’t be weaker than the Box Ghost.”

Ember rolled her eyes. “You’re not, that’s the problem.” She grabbed a pencil off his desk and flicked it at him. He batted it out of the air simply as she spoke, “Look, there was a reason why Frostbite told me you needed help. You are a powerful ghost. We both are.” She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “Look, I don’t have the cred to back it up, but you’re gonna find out real quick I’m not a normal ghost. I’m practically a spirit myself.”

“Uh, what?”

Ember groaned. “Ignore that, I don’t want to explain that. You talk to Clockwork about what Spirits are versus Ghosts,” she shook her head and turned to face him. “You’re used to just throwing a fist or a blast around to win. That worked before, but it’s not going to cut it now. You’re not the same powerhouse you were, but you still are a ghost to be feared. It’s just you’ll need to be creative with how to use it.”

Danny waited to see if any of that made sense to him. When it didn’t click into place, his shoulders slumped and he asked, “What do you mean?”

Ember smirked. “Well, let me put it this way. Sam thought that the ship that Youngblood uses to play pirate was his.” She paused and turned up the music before turning back with a wicked smirk. “It’s mine.”

Ember grabbed her guitar and played a few notes. The opening notes to Yo Ho Ho and she was overtaken by fire. Her usual rock attire was replaced with a pirate’s outfit.

“Brainiac was right earlier,” Ember began, “us ghosts are more in tune with what humans would call souls or someone’s spirit, but that’s not just applicable to what you’d call a human soul. Music has a soul too.”

Danny’s door thudded as someone pounded against the door. “Danno! Can you turn your music down? We can hear it from the living room!”

Ember looked at Danny as his eyes widened. She smirked, reached over, and turned up the music.

“You’ll figure it out,” She said quickly, before disappearing in a puff of fire.

****

Sam leaned against the lockers as she played with the PDA Tucker gave her yesterday. “So… did that give you any ideas on how to fight better?”

“Yeah, a few, also…” Danny shut his locker before looking around. “I found a couple new powers as well.” He reached up and tapped out a tempo against the locker, muttering under his breath. “A shave and a haircut…”

The lock rang back, finalizing the tune, before swinging open. Danny turned and smiled at Sam. “See?”

Sam chewed on her lip for a moment. “That’s cool and all, but uh, Danny?” she ran a hand through her hair before stating, “You can walk through walls…”

Danny’s smile dimmed a little. “Okay, yeah, it’s not the best power but hey!”

Tucker came running up to them in a cacophony of footfalls, throwing glances over his shoulder all the while. “Guys! Guys! We have a problem!” The tone of his voice made Danny straighten up. As Tucker leaned against the lockers and gasped trying to get his breath back.

“I’m going to be real with you, Tucker, you’re going to have to be a lot more specific.”

Tucker didn’t find Danny’s joke amusing, instead, he took a deep breath and shouted. “The Guys in White are outside! They’ve got like their entire division here! They have a tank!”

That made everyone look in the trio’s direction before there was a mass exodus of students towards the nearest exits to see what was going on. The trio waited for everyone else to leave before making their way out themselves.

Mr. Lancer and Principal Ishiyama were out in front. It was almost impossible to make it out over the din of students talking, but Danny could hear the two of them talking to the lead agent. “This is highly irregular and more than likely illegal! ” Principal Ishiyama stated, turning to Mr. Lancer for backup. The man looked haggard as he quickly read through some documents.

“Principal, your institution is likely infected with ectoplasmic filth. We have reason to believe the ghost known as Phantom is currently hiding as a member of the student body.”

Mr. Lancer looked up at the lead agent. “Are you telling us one of our students is dead and we haven’t noticed?”

The agent turned and looked Mr. Lancer in the eyes and said. “At this point, I’d believe you’ve missed a great many things.”

Mr. Lancer frowned. “Well, as she said, this is most likely illegal, you can’t force medical procedures on minors without their parent’s permission.”

The agent folded his hands behind his back. “You’re overstating what we’re doing. The scan will be non-invasive. Also, we are not asking.”

As one, the agents adjusted their weapons, and the chatter stopped.

Lancer and Principal Ishiyama froze in shock, not expecting to be threatened. Sam and Tucker looked at each other before looking at Danny with eyes wide. “This is bad…” Danny whispered to the two of them as the echo inside him began to tremble as the feelings of the student body began to seep through him.

“Geez, I don’t know why you’re all freaking out!” Danny turned to see Valerie making her way to the front. “They’re just scanning to see if any of us are possessed or anything.” Valerie walked up to the agent. She shifted her backpack and looked up at him. “Can you get this over with?” She jabbed a thumb in Mr. Lancer’s direction, “He’s giving out a test and I need as much time to cram as possible.”

The lead agent waved at another agent, this one Danny actually recognized as Agent K. The agent walked up to Valerie with a wand-like object. Danny felt his throat close up as the wand let out a high pitch whine as it passed over Valerie.

Valerie turned toward Lancer. “See? It’s not that bad.”

“She’s highly contaminated.”

Valerie turned toward Agent K. “WHAT?” she screeched.

Mr. Lancer immediately pulled Valerie behind him. “There must be some mistake, there is no way miss… Valerie is at all related to Phantom. She’s quite vocal in her hate of him, and her praise of your agency.”

Agent K frowned, before Agent O walked up next to him. He pulled Valerie out from behind Lancer and waved a second wand over her. “Let go of me!” Valerie shouted as the agents continued to scan her.

“Confirmed,” Agent O said, not letting go of Valerie.

“Oh no,” Tucker whispered, “Her suit! Technus gave it to her! It must be extremely ectoplasmic!”

The two agents approached Mr. Lancer and Principal Ishiyama and began scanning them. The two of them froze, not sure what to do in face of a literal platoon of government agents with weapons bearing down on them.

The two agents looked at their devices. “Both are contaminated.”

The lead agent frowned. “Is this whole school infected?”

The agents let go of Valerie but pushed her into the crowd of students. They turned toward their leader and asked. “Orders, sir?”

The agent’s jaw clenched before he gave his command. “Sickness must be purged.”

The trembling hum inside Danny became a thunderous roar as the student body switched from trepidation to full-blown panic.

“That… doesn’t sound good,” Tucker muttered.

“No shit, Sherlock!” Sam hissed.

“Fuck it.” The two turned toward Danny as he let out a breath and repeated himself. “Yeah… just… fuck it.”

“No…” Sam began stepping in front of Danny. “Nothing in history ever turned out good when it was proceeded by the phrase ‘Fuck it’!” She turned towards Tucker, “Help me out here!”

Tucker grabbed Danny’s wrist. “Dude, what are you planning?”

Danny reached down and grabbed Tucker’s hand and gently peeled his hand away. “Fuck. It.”

And then he disappeared in a whirl of fire.

The two didn’t need to spend long looking for him though. They were immediately alerted to his presence by several cries of “Phantom!” from the front of the student body.

The two of them turned toward the calls to see Phantom standing in front of the school. There was a guitar around his neck. He took one step toward the agents. “What are you planning on doing to the students here?”

The agents straightened and pulled out weapons. “We don’t answer questions of ectoplasmic scum.”

And then that tank fired.

The students screamed, but Sam and Tucker realized very quickly no one was hit. When the dust settled, the agents had been blown back several feet, and a barrier between Phantom and the agents came down.

Danny panted and raised a fist up in the air. He threw his head back and began to sing as music rang out across the school grounds. “Man, the cannons, climb aboard! Together weather every storm! Oh! Man the cannons, draw your sword!”

The agents got back up and the lead agent pointed at Phantom. “Who said to stop firing?” He shouted.

Danny continued to belt out at the top of his lungs, “They’ll remember us forever more!” He followed it up by slamming down on the guitar as the tank fired another anti-ectoplasm round toward the school.

This time, it wasn’t a barrier that stopped the shot. Instead, a pirate ship rose out from the ground like a whale breaching the surface. The ship rocked as the round bounced off the hull.

A crew of skeletons appeared on the deck and peered down at the student body, before throwing rope ladders down the side of the ship. With a burst of fire, Danny appeared standing on the railing of the ship.

He wasn’t dressed in his normal jumpsuit anymore, instead, he looked like he stepped right off the set of Pirates of the Caribbean. He lifted his hat and looked down at everyone, with a grin that belonged on Ember instead of Phantom. He waved everyone toward the ship and continued to sing. “For glory and adventure, we sail the seven seas!”

Suddenly everyone was clamoring to get on Phantom’s pirate ship, as everyone climbed up the sides the ship rocked as another round hit the side of the ship drowning out some of Danny’s song, but not all of it.

Through it all, Danny continued to sing. “And if it takes forever, I’ll see us rich and free! And if we band together, so it shall be!”

Sam and Tucker were probably the last ones on deck. They looked around to see that Danny had an entire band backing him that he had summoned, which explained where the music was coming from.

“What do we do?” Tucker asked.

“Man the cannons, climb aboard!” Danny continued to sing, this time from the crow’s nest.

“You heard the captain,” Sam quipped before finding a hatch below deck. She wasn’t the only one with the same idea. Several of the A-Listers were already below deck. Kwan and Dash were pushing a cannon to a port, as Star and a few others were trying to figure out how to man said cannons.

Seeing as they were standing around, Sam started barking orders. “Nate! Use that stick to clean the inside! Star! When he’s done, shove that charge your holding in! Dash! Get Star a cannonball! Nate! When Dash gets you a cannonball, push it into the charge!”

“Then what?” Nate asked.

“You light them up!” Sam shouted, helping Kwan with the other cannon. “Tucker! Get another swab!”

“How do you know this?” Tucker asked as he grabbed the giant swab and started cleaning the canon.

“You’ve helped with Youngblood and didn’t look up what it was like on a pirate ship?”

“Fair.”

Any additional statements he was going to make were drowned out as Star’s cannon fired. “Oh… my… god…” Star uttered as she stared wide-eyed at the cannon. “THAT WAS AWESOME!” She and Dash rolled the canon back forward and she shouted. “Nate! Swab it out!”

“Anyone else have Star going pirate queen on their bingo card?” Tucker quipped as Sam shoved a charge down the barrel.

Kwan glanced at Tucker before rolling a cannonball into the weapon. “Honestly? That’s my free space.”

“Less chatter and more blowing up the man!” Sam shouted at the two boys who snapped to attention and saluted.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Tucker started tamping the charge when the ship rocked as another tank round impacted against the side. He stumbled over the canon and Sam pulled him out of the way. “Star, where’d you get a light?” Sam shouted.

Tucker’s and Kwan’s eyes widening and them covering their ears was the only warning Sam got to do the same. She turned away from the cannon to see a skeleton with a torch lighting the fuse.

The cannon fired and metal crashing against metal rang out. And over Danny singing, Sam could hear a shout. “Damnation seize my Soul if I give you quarters or take any from you!”

Kwan’s eyes lit up. “Was that Ember?”

Dash, on the other hand, shoved his head out of the porthole and looked up. “Ember! I love you!”

“Less adoration, more shooting the pigs!”

“Ay ay!”

Sam looked out the porthole. “Wait, are they running away?”

Tucker pointed down at the canon. “I mean… do you blame them? Phantom was a level 8 ecto entity before. Now he can summon artillery. ”

Sam sighed, and leaned back. “Yeah, but the Guys in White aren’t going to take this lying down.”

Kwan frowned. “I mean… I’m not the brightest, but you heard them right? They were saying we were sick and needed to be purged or whatever. I think once word gets out about what happened, they’re going to get run out of town.”

Tucker pointed at Kwan. “That’s a good point! Mayor Vlad is going to lose his shit!”

Sam smiled. “Oh! Yeah, yeah he will.” Sam turned toward the ladder back to the top deck. “Let’s go check on Phantom.”

“What about the cannons?” Tucker asked.

“What are you boys standing around for? Those cannons aren’t going to load themselves!”

“Star’s got it covered,” Sam said, waving Tucker towards the ladder. “Come on.”

Sam came up to see Danny leaning against the railing and holding onto his guitar and chatting with Ember. She waved at him when his eyes landed on them. He smiled brightly and took off his hat and waved at her with it.

Sam couldn’t help but notice that both him and Ember were now both sporting flaming hairdos.

Ember turned toward Danny. “So let me get this straight, you went from losing against the Box Ghost… to summoning a pirate ship with the power of music and getting tons of teenagers to fire cannons at a government-backed goon squad?”

Danny turned back to Ember and dropped his hat back on his head. “Yup, that’s about right!”

Ember nodded solemnly. “Huh…” she looked back at Sam and then at Danny and said simply, “I love you.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

#dp fic #danny phantom #phantom rocker #phantom punk #Ember McLain #danny/ember #sam manson #tucker foley #phic #guys in white

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brokeitwiththepowerofmathamatics · 2 years

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DP Fanfic - Let There Be Rock (Part 1)

Let There Be Rock (Ao3)

Good thing too.

It took a moment for Sam to realize who was screaming. She had been completely unable to recognize her own voice until Tucker had grabbed her and pulled her toward where the two of them had seen Danny come crashing down.

The flash of Danny getting hit by the Guys in White was going to be burned in her memory forever.

As was the flash of Phantom transforming back into Danny two hundred feet above her in the air.

Tucker was forgotten as Sam rushed through the destruction. The ruined buildings and roads caused by whatever nightmare had crawled out of the ghost zone chasing Vlad cast out of her mind before her brain realized that she had started moving and her feet were carrying her to where he landed.

It was where he landed. Not where he crashed.

If he had crashed that meant he had…

He had to have landed.

He had to have.

Sam turned the corner before Tucker yanked her back. She turned to yell at him but he covered her mouth. “Sam! Guys in White!” He said, jerking his head in a direction. Sam’s eyes widened as she followed his gaze.

Those were the shit stains that had shot Danny.

Sam tore Tucker’s hand away from her mouth and grabbed the biggest heavy object she had on hand. Metal pipes and bricks had been strewn about from the fight earlier. She wasn’t sure what she had grabbed.

But it’d get the job done.

Tucker pulled her back. “Sam! Listen to them!” he hissed in her ear.

Sam growled but followed his directions. She had to strain to hear them over the pounding of blood in her ears, but once she parsed what they were saying, she felt her jaw loosen.

“Ecto signature is getting stronger over here. He must have landed somewhere around here.”

Sam let out a gasp and squeezed Tucker’s arm. An ecto signature. Danny didn’t give off an ecto signature in human form. Not unless whatever tech someone was using was as fine-tuned as the Fenton tech. He had transformed back before landing.

He had to have landed.

Her hand slacked, and the chunk of metal she had grabbed clattered about her, making her jump, along with the agents looking for Phantom. They raised their weapons in Tucker and Sam’s direction and the two of them took a step back. Sam reached for the pipe again, before she remembered she had weapons and pulled out an ecto pistol.

It wouldn’t kill, but it’d hurt.

That was probably better to begin with.

Sam moved to take a step back when she got yanked back again. She turned to yell at Tucker but came face to chest with someone else entirely. She looked up and met Vlad’s eyes. “You!” she growled.

Vlad grabbed her and pushed her in a direction. “Daniel crashed over there.” He got out quickly. He then grabbed Tucker and pushed them both in that direction. “You two need to hurry. Get him out of here!”

Tucker got the words out before Sam had been able to formulate the question. “What’s going on?”

Vlad hissed at them. “Move, children!” He transformed, turning back into Plasmius, and rose off the ground. “He’s hurt.” His head snapped toward the agents and he threw his hand across his chest, sending a swarm of fireballs in their direction. “I’ll distract the agents; their weapons won’t injure me.”

“How do you know?” Tucker asked, hesitating as Sam started running.

“Because they stole them from me!” Vlad snapped at Tucker. “Now, run!”

Sam ran around the ruins before finding a building with a hole in the side of it. That had to have been where Danny had landed. (It had to–)

Sam had her weapon raised and fired a few shots at the door handle before she was close enough to throw her shoulder into the door. The door slammed open. “Danny?” she shouted.

Her breath fogged in front of her face as she was struck by the chill in the air. It was like she had walked into a freezer.

She glanced about, finding Danny in the center of the floor, laying in the center of a pillar of light coming from the destroyed wall. The air around him was shifting, twisting as the temperature dropped. She ran over, uncaring about how she rapidly lost feeling in her fingers and toes when she approached Danny.

“Danny?” she repeated, reaching out to him. He had crashed, but he was sitting here as Phantom, not Danny.

The only thing keeping her from thinking the worst was the fact he was sitting in a puddle of ectoplasm, not blood.

His form wavered, stretching and fading out at the edges where her eyes weren’t observing. It felt like staring at an optical illusion where your brain tried to fill in the gaps of something.

Except this time, if she looked away he’d disappear.

“Danny?” Sam once again repeated. This time though, the words barely spilled out from her lips. She reached out, before pulling her hand back. It looked like he was about to disappear…

“Sam?” he muttered in response. Sam reached out and grabbed him. “AH!” The cry of pain did nothing to alleviate the panic Sam was feeling, not when he moved and it looked like his form stretched like it was being pulled like a sheet.

“Danny? Are you okay?”

Danny’s eyes opened and he looked at her. He blinked several times, each blink faster than the last. His eyes searched her face, starting at the top of her head and working their way down before locking just slightly off from where her eyes were. “No…” he groaned as he tried to focus. Sam couldn’t help but notice that one of his eyes was dilated and the other was constricted down to a pinpoint.

Sam gasped as he faded from existence for a second. She jumped when his hand faded back into visibility and grabbed her shoulder. “Sam…” Danny began. “Something’s wrong.”

“We’re getting you to Frostbite. Now,” Sam said, pulling Danny’s arm over her shoulder and lifting him.

He was impossibly light.

“For once… you’re gonna hear no complaints from me.”

Tucker burst into the building. “Guys? Are you in here?”

“Tucker!” Sam shouted. “Call Jazz! Tell her to drive like her dad!”

Danny let out a hiss and pulled away from Sam. “Okay, minor complaint, can you not yell right now?”

****

The ride in the specter speeder was tense as Sam kept the pedal pressed to the floor. The engine was running at 130% after Tucker had shut down some of the safety measures. The two of them hadn’t spoken a word since they had gotten into the vehicle.

Danny was mostly laid out between the two of them, his feet stretched out over Sam’s lap and Tucker was holding onto Danny’s upper body like it was a teddy bear.

Danny didn’t seem to… stretch… if they were holding onto him.

Sam refused to call it what Jazz had at first sight.

Danny couldn’t be fading.

It just was that he was fading at the edges. He wasn’t… fading…

The only sound in the vehicle was Danny’s pained groans when Sam would bank to avoid a floating rock or to dodge a random ghost. The sound had become comforting in a way. Pain was good. Pain meant he was able to respond. He still felt things.

Sam swore loudly when she had to slam on the brakes. The two of them held onto Danny with iron grips as he screamed in pain. Tucker looked up. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Sam pulled the window down. “Youngblood! I swear to all the fucking ancients if you don’t move this goddamned boat I’ll-”

“Whoa, jeez,” began an interruption through a microphone, “we were just wondering where you guys were going in such a hurry!” Ember leaned over the railing of the pirate ship as Youngblood and several other skeletons peered over the side.

“We’re going to the Far Frozen, now fuck off!” Sam shouted, dipping the speeder down to fly underneath them.

“Wait!” Tucker shouted. He opened the door to the specter speeder and stuck his head out. “Ember! You can teleport right?”

Ember blinked and turned her attention to him. “Yeah? What of it?”

“Can you teleport us to the Far Frozen?”

“Why should I-”

“Ember…” Youngblood began, grabbing her sleeve and pulling. He pointed down in the cabin, at Danny. “Ember, look.”

Ember narrowed her eyes before widening. “Oh, shit.” She jumped off the ship, as did Youngblood and the two of them flew over to the speeder. “What the hell happened to him?”

Tucker sat back down in the vehicle and grabbed Danny, holding onto him and trying to keep his edges from spilling out. “We don’t know.” The last word came out in more of a keening whine than anything else. “We don’t… we’ve never seen this before?”

Ember swallowed thickly. “I have…” She looked Sam in the eyes. “What’s in the Far Frozen?”

Sam licked her lips. “The Yetis. They’ve got doctors.”

“Right, okay,” Ember said, reaching out and touching the vehicle. “Youngblood, help out, make it lighter.”

“O-On it!”

In a burst of fire, the chill of the Zone dropped from uncomfortably cold to absolutely freezing. The specter speeder hummed as it found solid ground underneath it, their sudden appearance attracted more than a dozen Yetis who gawked at the group.

Ember whirled around and said exactly what Sam was afraid she’d shout. “Someone get a doctor over here! Phantom is fucking fading!”

****

Tucker was sitting in the waiting room for the Yetis’ hospital. Sam couldn’t sit still. She had to do something. There was nothing she could have done. She didn’t know what was going on with Danny. Sure, she knew enough to be worried, but what was she supposed to do?

Maybe she should ask Frostbite if there was something she could study if this happened again.

If. Not when.

She couldn’t imagine when it’d happen again.

Sam glanced over at Ember, who was muttering something to Youngblood. Ember was surprisingly quiet. Usually Ember’s presence was screamed out. You couldn’t go within 300 feet of Ember without being aware of her, between the fact she usually broadcasted her presence between her music, or the fact that her hair was literally a beacon of fire.

But right now, Ember seemed just as somber as Tucker and Sam.

Sam took a deep breath and walked over to Ember. Ember and Youngblood jumped as Sam approached them. Ember leaned back and folded her arms as Youngblood inspected his fake hook. “What is it?” Ember snapped at Sam.

It took a lot to keep Sam from snapping back. She wanted to. She wanted to yell at Ember, but she owed Ember now. “Thank you.” It seemed neither of the two ghosts knew how to react to that. Youngblood sputtered for a moment before looking toward Ember for guidance.

Ember for her part quickly recovered. Her eyes searched Sam suspiciously and she muttered, “You’re welcome, but for what?”

Sam sighed and sat down next to her, keeping a Yeti-sized chair between the two of them. “For teleporting us here. We knew something was wrong but…”

Ember was uncharacteristically silent as Sam trailed off. Ember waited for Sam to continue before huffing and leaning forward. “It’s not that big of a deal…” she started.

“I mean-”

“No, listen for a moment,” Ember cut her off, “I haven’t been around a long time, but I’ve been around a lot.” Ember said, turning to look at Sam. “I’ve seen a lot of ghosts come through the Ghost Zone. I don’t know how long it’s been, and I don’t want to know. I died, Sam, and I woke up here.” She waved her hand around between the two of them and Sam nodded. “I’ve made friends before… and I’ve seen them pass on. I’ve also seen some of them fade.” She leaned back. “They got hurt, torn apart by ghosts who were enraged.”

Ember looked Sam in the eyes and continued, “Looking like Phantom did there…”

Sam bit her lip and shook her head. “I… I was afraid that he was fading.” Sam paused and gave a halfhearted shrug. “We know the term, obviously, but we’ve never seen it happen. Clockwork expla-”

“You know Clockwork?” Youngblood shouted, leaning over Ember. The older ghost rolled her eyes and pushed him back. “How do you know him? He doesn’t let anyone near his lair.”

Sam cleared her throat and looked away. “We ummm… we broke into his lair at some point because we found one of his medallions.” Ember and Youngblood’s jaws dropped at the same time and she clarified. “Something was going to happen, and Clockwork didn’t want it to occur so he got us involved. He’s now kinda semi-responsible for Danny now though…” Sam frowned. “He can’t keep him safe though…”

Ember blinked a few times and shook her head. “Wait, wait, so Clockwork, the god of time, is in your corner?” Sam thought about it as Ember waited for a response. Sam wasn’t quite sure she’d have said he was on their side like that, but he also did help them out on occasion so…

When Sam nodded, Ember groaned. She leaned back and threw her arm over her eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding? There’s NO WAY I can take over the world if Clockwork is helping you out…”

Sam tilted her head in thought, and decided not to correct her that Clockwork wouldn’t help with that. Probably. It wasn’t like Clockwork helped out with the other schemes, at least overtly. It was possible Clockwork was helping, just small nudges here and there that piled up into landslides.

Youngblood grabbed Ember’s arm and pulled on her a few times. “Does this mean you’ll play Pirate with me more?”

Ember rolled her eyes and pushed him away. “I make no promises, pipsqueak.”

“Pipsqueak!” Youngblood shouted before standing up on the chair and shoving his hook in Ember’s face. “I’ll have you know, I’ll make you walk the plank for that, you wench!”

“I guess I should be thankful that Youngblood had his pirate ship.” Sam mused as Ember reached up and pushed Youngblood away by putting her palm on his face and pushing him away.

“His pirate ship?” Ember repeated, looking back at Sam, ignoring how Youngblood was shouting bloody murder.

“Uh yeah?” Sam said, leaning past her and looking at Youngblood.

Ember’s eyes widened, “Oh! No, that’s not-”

Youngblood suddenly realized that he should really by moving Ember’s arm. He backed away from Ember and drew a cutlass. “That’s it! Feel the wrath of-”

There was a sound of someone clearing their throat, which stopped the fight before it really got going. Everyone turned to Frostbite as he entered the room. “I’d prefer if you didn’t fight in the hospital. While you're in the right place for when you get hurt, I’d rather not add more work for my doctors.”

“Sorry!” Youngblood said, chastised.

“How is he?” Sam asked before she stood up and walked over to him.

Frostbite grimaced and Sam felt her blood turn to ice in her veins. “He’s… I can’t say it any other way. He’s not good.” Frostbite held up a clipboard with papers that Sam was sure she wouldn’t understand. “His core is damaged, stressed, and fractured.” The two ghosts behind them hissed and Sam glanced back as Ember and Youngblood approached.

Tucker spoke up for the first time in a while. “What does that mean? I take it’s bad.”

Frostbite nodded, but it was Ember who spoke up. “Our cores…” Ember began putting a hand on her chest. “They’re not like a heart, or lung, or any other part of a human body. A core is everything we are. They’re our souls. They’re the piece of our existence that remains from our death….”

“Very well put,” Frostbite said, nodding at Ember. “So in the case of a ghost… when a core is broken, we’re saying the very essence of what they are is damaged.”

“That… sounds bad…” Tucker muttered.

“It’s…” Frostbite began, hesitating. He took a deep breath and began. “Well… due to his physical nature as a halfa, there are open questions about what will happen.”

“What do you mean?” Sam demanded. “You’re not-”

“Anyone else would die.” Sam jumped but looked at Ember as she continued. “He was fading already when we found you guys. That’s… that was his soul falling to pieces and scattering like dust in the wind.” Ember turned and looked at Frostbite. “But he’s a halfa.”

Frostbite bowed his head. “We don’t know what would happen to a halfa. He’s still alive so maybe his soul would recover.”

“Maybe?” Sam shouted.

Frostbite held up his hand. “Sam, I know… I know you’re upset. So am I. The Great One is fading in front of our eyes, and normal methods can’t fix it.”

Sam latched onto that. “Normal methods,” she repeated, “So there is a way.”

Frostbite’s jaw clenched shut and he glanced at Ember. “There… there is a possible solution.”

Ember straightened her back and folded her arms. “Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like this…”

“It involves transferring one ghost’s ectoplasm to another.”

Ember’s eyes widened. “Oh hell no!” She said taking several steps back.

“What?” Tucker said, looking between the ghosts. “What’s the big deal?”

Ember whirled on Tucker. “Transferring ectoplasm? That’s…” She rubbed her hand down her face and let out a groan.

“It’s something that only ghosts who are closely attached to will do,” Frostbite began. “If your core is your soul, then ectoplasm is the pieces of it. The parts that you define as yourself.”

Sam narrowed her eyes and turned to Frostbite. “Then why are you asking Ember to do it?”

Frostbite squared his shoulders. “Sam, I might be a native to the Ghost Zone, but the fact is, I am NOT a ghost. I’m a spirit. I have never lived. I exist in the Ghost Zone, and have never lived in the world as you have. My soul and Phantom’s are incompatible.”

He glanced at Ember apologetically. “And Miss McLain here is closer in power to Phantom. It cannot be someone much weaker than Phantom," he pointedly didn't look at Youngblood, but the child-like ghost folded his arms in a huff anyways. "Phantom's remaining ectoplasm will attack and destroy any that are too weak that is introduced to his system. It cannot be too powerful, or it’ll overwhelm him entirely.”

Sam chewed on her lip while silence reigned in the waiting room. “And this is time-sensitive, I take it?”

Frostbite shook his head. “He’s fading as we speak.”

Sam and Tucker turned toward Ember. Tucker rubbed the back of his head, but Sam straightened her back. “It sounds like this is the only way.”

Ember hissed and Youngblood flew back as her hair twisted about. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I know that my friend is dying, and that you can save him,” Sam said quietly, “And I know that if the roles were reversed, he’d do the same in a heartbeat.”

The room fell silent again, the humans even were holding their breath.

Ember’s head fell as she looked at the floor. “He would, wouldn’t he…” she turned toward Frostbite. “Let’s get this over with…”

***

Danny came to the sound of beeping. Beep, one two three. Beep, one, two, three. He groaned and shifted. His hand felt heavy and cold. His eyes snapped open and he gasped as he looked at his hand. The movement caused an IV to swing, hitting something metal before pinging off and striking yet another object.

The sounds were distracting, but the chill was terrifying. He hadn’t been cold since he got his ice powers under control.

“He’s awake! She was right!” Danny was distantly aware of Tucker shouting. Someone else outside the hall approached rapidly, Danny could feel them approaching the hospital room.

The door slammed open, and Sam marched toward his bed, but Danny wasn’t focused on her. Instead, he looked at the one behind Frostbite. “What did you do?” he asked, looking at Ember.

Ember jumped at being addressed, before looking abashed and away from him. “Saved your life.”

Frostbite reached over the foot of the bed and gripped Danny’s foot. The heavily furred ghost was freezing and Danny couldn’t help but flinch. “Great One,” Frostbite said as he stepped away.

“I’m… cold…” Danny whispered to the room, his voice echoing off the walls.

Tucker stood up and walked over to the bed. Each step thundered in the room as he threw a blanket over Danny’s shoulders Danny grabbed the blanket and pulled it tightly about him. The blanket was warm with Tucker’s body heat, and at least helped alleviate the chill..

That he shouldn’t have felt.

Frostbite rubbed at his forehead. “Great One… I’m glad to see you up and awake. You feeling cold… well…” He glanced at Ember, “I suppose that would make sense.” Ember folded her arms and turned away slightly. Frostbite sighed and then focused on Danny. “Great… Phantom…” Danny snapped toward Frostbite, it had to be serious if Frostbite was using his name for once. “To begin with, and to not beat around the bush… you were fading, perhaps it would be better to say you were faded. You had crossed a threshold that no ghost could come back from without help. Help we couldn’t give.”

Sam reached out and threaded her fingers through his. Tucker reached over and grabbed Danny’s arm. Danny felt his mouth dry. “But… I’m alive, right?”

Ember chuckled. “Alive as much as you usually are, dipstick.”

Frostbite nodded at that statement. “Yes, well, Sam and Tucker were on their way here when they came across Miss. McLain and Youngblood. She teleported you here, and then agreed to… an operation.”

Sam hissed as Danny unconsciously squeezed her hand. She pulled her hand back as he apologized but she waved him off and grabbed his hand. “Don’t worry about it, glad to see you still have your strength.”

Danny sighed and turned back. “You’ve been beating around the bush, I’m cold, and everything seems louder, what happened?”

To everyone’s surprise, it was Ember who answered. “You cracked your soul, dipstick, you were falling apart. You needed something to patch it, your own ectoplasm was flowing out, you needed another source to stop it and hold it in place.”

Ember tapped her chest and Danny felt it in his. “No matter what you think of me, I wouldn’t leave someone to fade… To be forgotten….”

Danny pulled his hand out of Tucker’s grip and pressed it against his chest. Frostbite noticed that and let out a hum. “There’ll be a recovery period. Right now the two of you are bonded in a way, but that won’t last forever. However, that’s not to say you’ll have a perfect recovery.” Frostbite nodded at the blanket about Danny’s shoulders. “Suffice to say, I don’t think you’ll have an ice core anymore, so you’ll…” he paused and glanced at Ember, “You’ll have some difficulties using your old powers.”

Danny blinked as he absorbed that. No ice core meant no ice powers, and his ghost sense was an extension of that power.

A chunk of his most important powers were gone, and he was blind.

“Oh…” He said quietly, his eyes met Ember’s and she frowned.

“Sorry, dipstick…” She muttered quietly, as he felt a weight from her direction.

“Thanks,” He said quickly, “For saving me.”

Ember let out a hum as the weight vanished from her, fading away like the last notes in a song. “Don’t count on it happening again,” she said quietly as she walked away.

But Danny could hear his words echoing in her, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last time he saw her. He turned back to Frostbite. “Can I get home now? My parents are probably freaking out.”

Frostbite shook his head. “No, we’ll send you back in the morning, we’ll want to watch you and make sure the operation remains steady.”

Tucker chimed in. “And, as for your parents, they think you and I are having a sleepover. There’s a meteor shower tonight, so they think we’re camping.”

Danny frowned in thought before saying, “But there isn’t one?”

“You know that, but our parents do not.”

***

It was fortunate that the… event… had happened on a Friday, because the next day, Frostbite still hadn’t been comfortable clearing Danny to go home. Tucker had stayed with Danny the entire time, which had become a problem when Tucker had started getting frostbitten.

And it became a worse problem when Danny started exhibiting the same condition.

Which only meant Sam hovered over Danny when they got to school on Monday before they even got to their lockers. Danny leaned against the locker and tapped out a rhythm against his thigh as Sam looked over him in worry.

On one hand, he hated it, because he hadn’t needed them to watch over him since a couple of months after he got his powers.

On the other hand, he had gotten way too close to dying. This time, all the way.

The warning bell had rung, but the three of them had been tardy enough to class that they didn’t even bother to care anymore. Sam’s parents had enough money that a hint of them supporting the school financially made the school look the other way.

Tucker was also in charge of the school’s computer club, even if he never actually showed for it, but the fact was that the school’s computer club had made waves.

Danny was… Danny…

While Danny wasn’t sure he was gonna graduate, he also didn’t find it in him to care.

The halls emptied and Sam finally spoke. “What happened?”

Danny rubbed his face. It wasn’t something he wanted to revisit, but Sam deserved to know. She had saved his soul after all. “I didn’t realize it until much later, but my ghost powers were shorted.” He glanced around to see if Tucker was going to show up, but he probably had gotten held up on the way back from his locker. “I was up 200 feet above the ground, if I had hit the pavement when I was human, I would have gone ghost permanently.” He pointedly didn’t look at Sam as he said that. He didn’t need to know how horrified she looked, but sometimes all he had was levity.

Like now.

“I managed to drag out enough ectoplasm to transform and land as a ghost, but that only made it worse… I tore a chunk of more core open when I did that. So now instead of my body dying, my soul was fading…”

Danny was saved from having to say more when Tucker ran up to the two of them. Tucker reached into a pocket and pulled out a PDA. “Here,” he said, handing it over to Sam. She frowned and looked at it. Before she could ask the question, Tucker explained, “Danny’s Ghost sense is gone.” Danny flinched as Tucker laid that out, but it wasn’t something he should complain about. It was a fact.

He hated that.

“I stole one of the Fenton ghost detectors. I broke it down and then was able to rebuild it.” Tucker pointed at the PDA. “That’s a full-fledged PDA, but it also has some internal sensors that can detect a ghost. Not very far, just about 300 feet or so, but it should be enough for us to get a heads up.”

Danny felt a pit form in his stomach as Sam frowned and looked at the PDA. Not just because now Sam and Tucker were doing his job, but hearing a number put to his parents' tech made a piece of him ring out like a discordant chord.

300 feet was way further than what he had been able to sense.

His parent’s tech was better than he was?

Sam frowned, but hid the PDA under her skirt with her ecto gun. She looked at Danny and then Tucker, and something passed behind her eyes that Danny felt reverberate deep in his soul. To call it hate would have been a disservice. She focused on Tucker and he let out a quiet squeak as she focused her attention on him.

“How did the Guys in White do this?”

Danny clenched his jaw, but Tucker was able to answer. “I think… Vlad said that the Guys in White stole the designs for whatever weapon they were making from him. I suspect that it was the Plasmius Maximus, but obviously I can’t be sure.” Tucker glanced at Danny. Danny felt his neck tense, his whole body feeling taught like a wire pulled too tight and was on the verge of snapping if it was tuned just a little tighter. “I think that’s why Vlad was sure he wouldn’t be affected.”

Danny frowned. “I dunno, I got him pretty good with his Plasmius Maximus, that one time.”

Tucker nodded, but folded his arms. “ Exactly, Vlad’s not dumb. He’s a wack job, but he’s not dumb. Valerie’s tech can’t identify either of you two in human form. I’m guessing that’s intentional, as not to risk outing him.”

“So, you’re saying the Guys in White stole Vlad’s tech, made a weapon out of it, and nearly killed Danny with it?” Sam growled.

Danny sighed and placed his head against his locker. The metal was cold, and it should have been comforting.

It was freezing.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, “that’s exactly what happened.”

The conversation was halted, as Danny heard a rhythmic hum come from both Sam and Tucker. They both grabbed PDAs and pulled them out. They both looked up at Danny, and he hated how concerned they looked. “A ghost is coming,” Tucker said, pointing out the obvious. “It doesn’t share a signature with you at all, so it’s not Ember.”

Danny sighed, he plucked at his core and the circles of light appeared around his waist. The act of transforming might have looked the same, but it felt drastically different. Before it was like a sweeping chill that spread across his body, but now it felt like a thrum of energy reverberating deep from his soul.

"I guess duty calls," he said, as he started floating. The two of them frowned, and Danny felt something underneath his skin ring out as they glanced at each other.

"We're coming with." Sam's statement was clad in iron, a weight that couldn't be budged no matter how hard Danny complained.

Danny didn't let the relief that invoked show. Instead, he gave Sam a cocky smirk. "Sure, if you guys can keep up." With that, he flew off after taking a quick glance at Tucker's PDA.

There wasn't much in that direction

Just a storage closet with lots and lots of boxes.

Danny peaked his head through the walls and found exactly who he had expected. The Box Ghost was floating in the center of the small closet, and while cackling was usually reserved for terrifying laughter the Box Ghost was at least making a paltry attempt of it.

Danny made his way around the Box Ghost, trying to ignore the way something inside him shook like it was feeling the last reverberations from an echo. He brought himself into visibility and loudly cleared his throat.

The Box Ghost turned and gasped. Danny floated an inch higher and folded his arms. "I'm only going to be polite once, leave, or I shove you in the thermos and leave it buried for a week."

The threat wasn't much to the Box Ghost, Danny had left him trapped much longer before. Something Danny regretted because he saw the Box Ghost's eyes narrow and he raised his hands up. "Never! For I, the fearsome Box Ghost have found where you keep your stationery and office supplies! All contained in wonderful boxes for me to use!"

Danny reached out and grabbed some of said stationary and wapped Box Ghost across the face with it. "No, bad Box Ghost, you found this place last week and it didn't go well for you then." He then brought it down ontop of his head. "It won't go well for you this time."

The Box Ghost groaned and rubbed his head. Before growling and looking up at Danny. Danny felt something inside him rise before the Box Ghost moved.

Danny tried to dodge the boxes but, distracted by something that was happening to him, he failed to dodge it completely.

The Box Ghost laughed, "It appears this time I'll be victorious!"

"It's kind of sad you're already excited with just that…" Danny scoffed, before throwing a fist out and drilling it into the Box Ghost's face.

That same feeling rose up in Danny again, as the Box Ghost started throwing boxes around the room. It was a distracting feeling, like trying to identify a song that was playing on the store speakers when you can't remember the name. It was calling to him and demanding his attention.

And in the whirlwind of papers, pens, and boxes, it completely destroyed any sense of rhythm Danny tried to get in this fight.

Sam and Tucker opened the door to the storeroom just in time to see Danny almost dodge a salvo of pens.

"Danny!" Sam screamed, pulling out her ecto gun and firing 3 bursts in the Box Ghost's face.

The ghost managed to scream in pain, "My eyes!" before Sam fired off yet another three shots.

"Tucker! Thermos!" She snapped. At her command, Tucker fumbled around in his pockets before pulling it out. (How did he manage to lose the thermos in his pockets? How much tech was he carrying?) The Box Ghost screamed something while being sucked into the thermos, but Danny couldn’t make it out.

Not when he was coming to grips with the fact he needed help against the Box Ghost.

#dp fic #danny phantom #phantom rocker #phantom punk #ember mclain #sam manson #tucker foley #frostbite #phic #guys in white #danny/ember

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