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Summary: After getting his by his parentâs newest invention, Danny discovers he is trapped in Phantom form and canât change back.
Comment: What I like about this fic is that everyone knows. His parents don't let Danny use this as an excuse to get out of school, and so there's low-stakes reveals that happens at school. Like scars only showing up on ghost skin. And, my favorite, humming ghost cores that make it sound like Danny purrs.
Summary: It's amazing the things you learn on a field trip.
You can read on AO3 or down below the cut!
Edit: Added a summary
Danny stepped off the bus and stretched. It was a long bus ride for this field trip and he had definitely got a crick in his neck from the nap.
âI told you to bring the neck pillow.â Danny turned and saw his mom with a hand on her hip and a lopsided smirk, âBut did you listen to me? No. why would you?â She teased.
He rolled his eyes with a smile because she had warned him after all. âI was going to stay awake, but.â he just shrugged. Lately, if he was in a car longer than 20 minutes he was asleep.
The bus ride here was easily over an hour, maybe two if the traffic was bad. He checked his phone for the time and saw that he got at least an hour and a half nap. Nice.
Mr. Lancer stood on the last step of the bus, just so he had the extra height, and announced to the group that they had, in fact, arrived.
âDoes he always point out the obvious like that?â His mom asked as she leaned into his shoulder.
Danny shrugged, âYeah, kind of.â
Mr. Lancer then proceeded to tell everyone the plan for the day, again. Because apparently saying it before they had gotten on the bus the morning wasnât enough.
Once Lancer was finished they entered the museum. Inside the class was broken up into smaller groups with either a teacher or a chaperone. Danny of course was put in a group with his mom.
He didnât mind in the slightest. It was actually kind of refreshing to do something so normal with her. She had even left the jumpsuit at home.
He was pretty sure she still had some ecto-weapon on her, but it was subtle.
The museum was huge and they only had a few hours to explore before they had to all pile onto the bus and journey back to Amity Park. To try and make sure everyone got to at least go to one exhibit they would like, they had filled out a questionnaire the day before the trip and were arranged into groups that way.
This did mean that both his friends were in different groups, but he figured he could survive one afternoon without them.
Heâs really got to learn not to jinx himself like that.
Most of the day was fine. They walked from exhibit to exhibit. Learned some stuff. Saw kids from other schools. Just an average field trip.
That is until they got to the elevator.
His group got in and he lingered just outside for a second. Something just felt off.
âCome on, Sweetie,â his mom gestured for him to follow her.
Not seeing any reason not to, besides the weird feeling, he shrugged it off and stepped inside.
âCould you push the button for us? Itâs B3.â
He nodded and turned to the buttons looking for the correct one.
He spotted it easily, its shiny chrome reflected the green of someoneâs headband and he froze.
That wasnât right.
His hand twitched over the button. The light flickered, or maybe he blinked.
This wasnât right.
âI canât.â
He ran out of the elevator and thatâs when he noticed he was hyperventilating.
What the heck was wrong with him?
âDanny?â his momâs voice was just to his left but she didnât touch him. He was glad for that, he might have jumped if she had.
âSorry. I just,â Why was he like this? âI canât go in there.â
âWhy not?â
âI donât know.â he turned to her still working on breathing like a normal person, âCanât we just take the stairs?â
âItâs three flights?â
He floundered for an excuse, anything would do, âSo? I want to get my steps in! Do you know youâre supposed to get 10,000 a day? What better way to get the blood pumping than a good old staircase?â
His mom just stared at him. Her brows coming together in concern.
Luckily for him, another group had just arrived. His mom asked Paulinaâs dad if he could take their group in the elevator while they took the stairs. He agreed easily and they went on ahead.
Danny was about to walk to the stairs when his mom stopped him.
âWhy donât you want to use the elevator, Danny?â
He stopped mid-step, his foot hovering above the shiny linoleum. He took a breath and turned to face her.
âI just, I donât know. Something felt off and I didnât want to.â
âWhat do you mean it felt off?â
âI donât know? Just off. Like something bad was going to happen if I did.â
âDo you think the elevator is going to break?â
âNo.â That wasnât quite it.
She hummed in thought, clearly trying to figure him out. The only problem was he didnât know the answer either.
He wasnât trying to lie to her or be evasive. He just didnât know why being in the elevator made him uncomfortable.
âLook can we just go downstairs? Iâll try to get on when we go back up, okay?â
Would he? He really didnât like the thought of that either.
âDonât lie to me.â
âIâm not! I-â he stopped and then sighed as his shoulders dropped. âI really donât know what happened. Stepping in there just felt bad. All that metal and the buttons and I just-â he stopped mid-sentence and it slowly dawned on him why he was so nervous about the elevator.
God, Jazz was going to have a field day if she found out about this. Definitely need to make sure that never happens.
âYou know what, I figured it out and I was being dumb. Letâs go!â he spun on his heel and made his way to the stairs as fast as he could without technically running.
Thank God for speed walking. The most useful thing heâs learned in school.
He was already on the first landing when his mom finally caught up with him. âDanny wait!â his mom called and joined him on the landing. âIs this about your accident?â
He stopped dead. His hand holding onto the railing and his foot suspended above the next step.
He just needed to say no. Just lie. Say it reminded him of a horror movie or something. She knew he liked scary movies, it would be believable enough.
He just had to say it.
But he couldnât get his mouth to work.
He still hadnât moved.
How had she figured it out so fast?
âIt is, isnât it?â she asked, but it really wasnât a question anymore. Just confirmation in what they both knew.
He took a step back onto the landing, his hand slipping off the railing. âItâs pretty dumb, isnât it? They arenât that similar but I guess itâs close enough.â
His mom was quiet and he wasnât sure he was ready to face her yet. This was not how he expected things to go.
But considering how many worse case scenarios he had run through, aka, how many different nightmares he had, this wasnât that bad. And he was still feeling nervous from before so that seemed like a running theme, might as well keep it.
âTheyâre both big metal things you can stand inside. Both mechanical and,â he chuckled a little before continuing, âthey both take you places.â
âAnd the button?â
âYeah.â he turned to face her both with a pseudo-bravery that he had mastered as Phantom and a small hope that maybe this would all end okay. âBoth have a button on the inside.â
He watched her, as the gears turned in her mind. As the final puzzle pieces started to click into place.
It really was foolish of him to think he could keep this from her forever. Not that he really thought that he would, he just wasnât sure when the right time was. Or if there was such a thing.
âOn the inside? You,â she hesitated as she tried to find the words, tried to find some other explanation. âYou never said you went inside.â
âYou never asked.â
She gasped and he realized that sounded like he was blaming her.
âNot that you should have needed to! I should have told you sooner. I just,â he looked away and stared at the dusty corner of the stairwell, âI just didnât know how to tell you. I tried, but things kept getting in the way. I kept getting interrupted. And then one day I just gave up. I thought it would be better if you didnât know. And then I was worried thatâ he bit his lip, âI was worried you wouldnât like me anymore if you knew.â
âWhy wouldnât I like you?â
âBecause Iâm different.â
She walked over to him, closed the distance, and lifted his face to look at her. âI donât know how you survived, but clearly you did.â
He looked away but she placed her other hand on his shoulder, not tightly, just placed it there.
He looked back at her.
âIâm sorry for whatever I did that led to your distrust in me.â
âMom,â he started but she shook her head.
âNo, I canât have you keep blaming yourself for this. This rift between us.â
He wondered how much she really figured out. How much was she willing to accept?
She pulled him into a hug and for that moment it didnât matter.
He hugged her back and promised himself heâd tell her everything. Just not yet. Heâd wait until they got home.
Also! On a note somewhat related to the previous message, are you okay with people writing work based on yours (with proper credit given, of course). I really liked the idea of A World Tipped on its Head and I would love to write something similar (or a continuation). But I wanted to ask permission first, even if other people have written continuations as well.
Always! Please continue my stories. I love that. Just please send me a link if you do so I can drool over it and send overly-enthusiasic praise.
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Prompt: Full ghost Danny AU - his entire family dies in the Portal accident but he is the only one who sticks around Fenton Works to haunt the house. Eventually Sam & Tucker come in, following the rumors of a ghost haunting said house. @darknymfa
Tucker remembered the night vividly, no matter how hard he tried to forget it. The night his best friend died.Â
Tucker remembered the night vividly, no matter how hard he tried to forget it. The night his best friend died. Danny was video calling Tucker and Sam, ecstatic at the thought of showing them the moment his parents turned on the portal and busted a hole into the ghost dimension.
Tucker and Sam watched intensely through their screens as Dannyâs parents turned the machine on, beaming.
âGuys- it worked!â Danny cheered, flipping the camera to face him. His face was a Christmas tree, alight with excitement and awe. Jazz bent to give him a sisterly kiss on the cheek, Danny pretending to gag as he hugged her. It was been a beautiful moment... until it wasnât.
Sparks started to fly, and Dannyâs face fell. Tucker could still hear Jazzâs voice, warning her little brother to stay back. The teens heard a scream and suddenly, the line was dead.
Tucker had never run faster in his life. A normal walk to Dannyâs would take him 20 minutes, but that night, he made it there in 5. Fire engines and police cruisers came screeching to a halt in front of the burning building; a cop pulled Tucker away from the door, instructing him to stay back.
âDanny! Heâs my friend! Let go of me- heâs still in there!â
The cops promised heâd be fine; they promised theyâd get him out in time.
They lied.
It had taken hours to get the fire managed, even longer for it to be safe to send in firefighters. Tucker never stopped shouting, never stopped fighting to get past the police line.
It was 2 AM when the fire was finally extinguished. A small crowd had gathered around the building, whispering quietly amongst themselves. Tuckerâs frantic cries had turned hysteric, tears streaming down his face.
He was too distressed notice Sam show up; he didnât realize she was by his side, screaming just as loudly. Tucker didnât see the fight slowly leaving her as they watched, helpless, as the fire consume Fenton Works.
Sam saw the final fireman exit the building. He stopped the EMTâs from going in with a sad shake of his head. It didnât take a genius to understand what was wrong; there was no one to save.
Tucker refused to move, grief weighing him down. He kept staring at the remains of the front door, hoping and begging to see Danny crawling from the wreckage. It was daylight before his parents were finally able to coax him off the ground.
Tucker sobbed at the funeral, despondent as people mourned an empty coffin. He spoke at the service, as best he could, sharing his favorite memories with Danny. The day they had met in day care, their first reactions to having homework. Samâs eyes were shining as he talked about how excited Danny had been for their first day of high school, which was only been a few short weeks away.
The rest of the summer was empty and depressed. Tucker rarely got out of bed, instead staying in his dark room, feeling his heart physically break.
The school board had offered to let Tucker begin school a week later than other students, to give him more time to grieve. Tucker refused. He had to experience the first day of school, not for himself, but for Danny.
Casper high was quiet and subdued. Though no one had been close to either of the Fenton kids the loss had hit the community hard. In the few short weeks theyâd been gone, the people of Amity Park had come to realize just how prominent the Fentonâs had been.
Jack Fenton was no longer roaming the streets in his van, searching for ghosts. The people on his street found they missed hearing the family do their daily ghost drills.
Maddie Fenton was no longer there to be part of the PTA. The parents had to learn the hard way how hard it was to plan events without her there to take command.
Jazz Fenton was no longer able to offer tutoring. Her summer clients were forced to move on and find new students to help them study. None of them were as good as she was.
Danny Fenton was no longer there. Period. He wasnât there running around with his friends. He wasnât there raising his hand in science class, eyes bright with curiosity. He was no longer there to smile his bright, beautiful, sunshine smile.
The Fentonâs were no longer there, and the community felt it every day.
That first day the school held an assembly in honor of Jazz and Danny. A plaque was to be placed in the entryway of the school in their memory. Though Danny had never been a student at Casper High, most teachers knew him through Jazz; they felt it more appropriate to memorialize the siblings together. The principal introduced the schoolâs new grief counselor, urging everyone to feel free to meet with him. Teachers took it easy on the students, slowly integrating homework into their workload.
As the year went on, the shock of the tragedy began to wear off. The building was left as the wreck it was; it had been left to Maddieâs sister. However, since no one could contact the recluse, the city gated off the building until such a time as they were legally able to claim it.
Tucker and Sam had been granted access before it was closed, sifting through the ash in hopes of finding something, anything, of Dannyâs. Tucker had found half of Dannyâs model rocket, unharmed, and hung it in his room. Sam found a family portrait, charred, but intact. She kept it in a box under her bed, pulling it out every time she feared she was forgetting Dannyâs smile.
Months after the accident, Fenton Works had become the designated spot for teenage shenanigans. Students would dare each other to go in, joking that the house was haunted. It angered Tucker to no end, watching his friendâs house be so disrespected.
âJust ignore it, Tuck,â Sam said as Dash ran into the cafeteria, boasting that heâd found the remains of a bra in the house the night before.
âI canât!â Tucker snapped, glaring at Dash and his friends. âYou donât get it Sam- you only knew them for a year. I practically grew up in that house; they were like my second family! How can you be okay with this?â
âIâm not.â She stabbed her salad with more force than necessary. âTrust me, it pisses me off just as much as you.â
âYou sure donât show it.â
Sam shrugged. âI distract myself. When I hear stories like that, I just imagine what Mr. Fenton would think if he knew these kids thought he house was haunted.â
Tucker cracked a small smile- the first in a long time. âHeâd be furious.â
âI know. To think all it took for this town to believe in ghosts was the death of a ghost hunter.â
Tucker chuckled, ducking his head.
âWhat?â Sam asked, heart lifting at the sound of laughter.
âNothing,â Tucker tried to stifle his amusement. âJust had this funny idea of Mr. Fenton haunting the place.â
Sam dissolved into giggles. âI can totally see it!â She sat up and puffed out her chest, lowering her voice in her best impression of Jack. âDonât believe in ghosts, do ya? Well what do ya say to this? BEWARE!â
âDad!â Tucker said in a high pitch. âYou canât go around haunting people- it might stunt their psychological development!â
For the first time since the accident, the pair burst into pure, genuine laughter. Across the cafeteria people looked over, shocked and pleased by what they saw. It was Tuckerâs laughter that truly sparked the healing of the community.
Tucker went to bed that night, still laughing at the idea of the Fentonâs haunting their old home.
The next day, the idea didnât seem so funny.
Tucker was changing for gym in the locker room when he heard Dash swear.
âWho took my underwear?â The jock demanded.
âWhyâd you take it off?â Wes, another freshman, asked in disgust.
âTo shower!â
âWhy do you need a shower? We haven't had class yet!â
âDonât tell me how to live my life, Weston!â Dash yelled.
âMaybe you pissed off a Fenton the other day,â Kwan joked.
The room went silent as heads turned to Tucker. It wasnât a secret that he didnât like the ghost jokes, and while upperclassmen didnât seem to care, there was an unspoken agreement among the freshmen not to make them around him. However, Tucker found himself laughing.
âYou did steal a bra,â he pointed out to the delight of his classmates. âMaybe this is revenge.â
Dash scoffed, declaring he would just go commando as the boys filed into the gym. The girls were already there, gathered under a basketball hoop, snickering.
âWhatâs so funny?â Tucker wondered, watching as the girls looked back at Dash and laughed harder.
Wes shrugged, making his way to the front of the crowd. Hanging from the hoop was a pair of boxers, âDash Baxterâ embroidered on the waist.
Laughter exploded in the gym as Dash grabbed them, running back to the locker room in embarrassment.
That was how it started. After that, there were more and more reports of strange things happening to people who went to the Fenton house. Dash continued losing his underwear in the locker room, only for them to show up in increasingly random locations. The day after Kwan snuck in to drink a beer, the water fountain exploded in his face. Then, the hauntings became stranger.
Star mentioned that Jazz must have cheated to earn such a high score on her C.A.T; she found her test prep material shredded in her locker. A substitute teacher remarked that the Fentonâs had deserved their end, messing with something as unholy as ghosts. For the rest of the day she was locked out of every door she encountered. The weirdest though, was when Mr. Lancer was handing back tests.
Tucker knew he had failed the test- he hadnât even read the book. However, the test he was handed back had scored a 92%. As Tucker looked it over, he noticed that almost all of the answers he had put had been erased and corrected.
âIt was a joke, Tucker,â Sam repeated for what must have been the tenth time in ten minutes. âI didnât think you would take it so seriously.â
âCâmon Sam!â Tucker begged. âIt makes sense!â
âTheyâre just pranks! Sooner or later whoeverâs pulling them is gonna get bored and move on.â
âYou canât seriously believe that!â
âYes,â Sam shut her locker. âI can.â She sighed, looking at Tucker sadly. âI understand why you want to believe it Tuck; I really do. The idea that Dannyâs still here... Iâd do anything to see him again.â
âWhat if we could?â Tucker asked, gears spinning in his head.
âCould what?â
âSee Danny!â
Sam gave him a hard look. âWhy do I have the feeling you arenât talking about pictures?â
âWhen Danny and I were, like, 12 or something we bought an Ouija board-â
âOh my God.â
âWe were too chicken to use it, but what if-â
âYou can not be serious!â
âPlease Sam!â Tucker begged. âI know...I know itâs crazy. I know it wonât work. But...â He trailed off, voice cracking.
Sam stood there for a moment, watching her best friend struggle to find the words to convince her. âFine,â she caved. âWeâll go- maybe itâll be fun. Iâve always wanted to speak to a real ghost!â
She met Tucker at the remains of Fenton works at midnight, long after the rest of the town was asleep.
âI gotta admit,â Tucker confessed as they scaled the chain link fence. âThis seemed like a much better idea in the daylight.â
âCanât back out now,â Sam smiled. âBesides, the darkness makes it more authentic!â
The two moved to the darkest corner, settling down with the Ouija board between them.
âThis is the real deal,â Sam observed as she inspected the board. âWhere did you and Danny find this thing?â
âAn old antique shop- the owner swore it let him talk to his dead wife.â
âThe whyâd he sell it?â
âApparently she was still nagging him about fixing a leak in their basement.â
Sam chuckled. âDid Mr. Fenton know that Amity Park had a ghost specifically haunting leaky faucet?â
âWhy else do you think two 12-year oldâs were in an antique store?â Tucker snickered.
âThe instructions say to balance the board on our knees,â Sam explained, reading the rules by the glow of her cellphone. âDonât apply too much pressure to the planchette; just rest your fingers so itâs free to move around the board.â
The two jumped as the rubble shifted behind them, the silence of the night making the sound that much louder.
âIt just occurred to me that trying to talk to spirits in the remain of a ghost lab probably isnât the smartest choice,â Tucker laughed shakily.
âDo you still want to do this?â
âYeah,â he responded without hesitation.
Sam finished explaining the rules, setting her phone aside and balancing the board on her knees. âLetâs do this.â
Gulping, Tucker placed two fingers on the planchette and whispered, âHello?â
âLetâs hope the ghosts arenât deaf,â Sam muttered.
âHello?â Tucker said again, louder. Nothing happened.
âAnyone here?â Sam tried. âWe arenât here to hurt you- weâre just here to talk. Preferably to one of the Fentonâsâ but, whatever.â
Nothing.
The two sat there in silence, holding their breath as they waiting for the planchette to move. After a few minutes, Sam let out a heavy breath. âTuck, I donât think-â
âLet me try something!â Tucker interrupted. With one hand he reached into his backpack, pulling out what was left of Dannyâs rocket, setting it by the board.
âThis was made by my best friend,â Tucker looked up at the remains of the ceiling. âHis name is Danny. Danny Fenton.â He paused. âHe lived here his whole life. He grew up here. He and Jazz were measured on the same wall in the kitchen. He got so mad when she got taller! He broke his wrist jumping out of his window on a dare.â
âWhat are you doing?â Sam asked quietly.
âTrying to fill the place with good memories- Mr. Fenton once said ghosts are attracted to that.â
âOh. Proceed.â
âI spent most of my childhood here too. Danny and I used to ride our tricycles around the kitchen while his mom made cookies; Snickerdoodles of course- those are Dannyâs favorites. One time, when we were 5, Jazz had Racheal and Maggie over for her first sleepover and they snuck us candy when we were supposed to be in bed.â Tucker laughed. âAnd there was this one time, when we were 9, Danny and I decided to run away. We snuck out of the house and got as far as the park before Mr. Fenton found us on his ghost patrol. We were so scared heâd be mad but he just... he just sat us down and explained the dangers of going out at night.â
âDangers?â Sam raised an eye brow. âWhat kinds of dangers?â
âGhosts, mostly. But he also asked us why weâd run away to begin with.â
âWhy had you?â
âDash called Danny a freak- told him he didnât belong here. And ya know, for all the crazy things Jack Fenton has said, Iâm never gonna forget what he told us that night.â
âWhatâd he tell you?â
Tucker smiled sadly, eyes glassy. âThat it didnât matter what Dash or anyone else thought; weâre family and weâll always belong.â
Sam grinned. âSmartest thing heâs ever said. However,â She glanced down at the board. âI donât think he, or any other ghost is gonna say anything tonight.â
âYeah,â he agreed dejectedly. âI guess not.â
The two said goodbye, slowly packing the board back into Tuckerâs backpack.
âItâs late,â yawned Sam. âI think itâs time to go.â
âGo ahead,â Tucker leaned back on the ground, staring at the stars. âIâm just... gonna hang here for a minute.â
Sam thought about protesting but seeing the despair in his eyes made her stop. This was something he needed in order to move on. After making him promise to text her when he got home, she bid him goodnight and left.
Tucker watched the stars in silence, mind wandering through memories of him and Danny.
â5...4...3...2...1,â Tucker whispered to no one, lifting the rocket and flying it around. âLadies and gentlemen the Red Ranger, the first rocket to be both built and piloted by the same person, has launched! Howâs it lookingâ up there Captain Danny? Excellent! With the speeds youâre going at youâll be able to meet aliens on Mars and be back in time for cookies before bedtime!â
As he spoke, Tucker imagined him and Danny at 7 years old, playing in the Fentonâs backyard; Danny sitting in his cardboard rocket and Tucker with his cereal box mission control.
âMission control, I am at Mars!â Danny announced, jumping out of the box and sneaking towards the swing set. âI can see the aliens!â
âWhat do they look like Captain Danny?â
Danny peered around the slide to see Jazz reading as she swung.
âGross! They look like girls! This planet is infected with cooties!â Jazz glared at her little brother with a mischievous smile.
âRodger, heading back to the rocket now.â As Danny turned, Jazz jumped off the swing, chasing him. Danny squeaked when she tickled his sides.
âMission control, help! The alien sees me!â
âMission control canât help you!â Jazz laughed as Tucker jumped up. âHeâs back on Earth!â
Tucker sat down defeated before pulling his cardboard screens closer. âCaptain Danny, go left!â
The three laughed as Jazz chased Danny around the yard, Tucker shouting directions at Danny. Danny jumped into his rocket, screaming with joy as Jazz shook it.
âThe alienâs got me!â
âAlien?â Maddie Fenton asked, walking out.
âYeah!â Danny beamed at his mother. âShe followed me from Mars- sheâs trying to give everyone on Earth cooties!â
âGoodness! Going to mars and fighting aliens? You must be hungry! Good thing I made some cookies!â
âCOOKIES!â Tucker exclaimed, jumping up as Danny tumbled out of his rocket.
âNo cookies for Jazz- sheâll get cooties all over them!â Danny demanded, sticking his tongue out.
âI think we have enough to share,â Maddie smiled, hugging her daughter as the boys ran inside. âEven aliens from Mars get hungry.â
âI canât believe we named our first rocket âThe Red Rangerâ,â A voice said.
Tucker turned to see who was speaking, and nearly jumped out of his skin. âDanny!?â
A kid was reclining next to him, looking almost like Danny, but not quite. Black hair had gone white, pasty skin now a pale shade of green. The teen was wearing the classic black and white Hazmat suit the Fentonâs had been wearing the night of the accident, but the colors were inverted. Two glowing red eyes stared back as Tuckerâs jaw hit the ground.
âHey Tuck,â Danny said softly.
âOh my God!â Tucker scrambled to sit up, staring at the ghost of his best friend. âI knew it! I knew you were here! Wait, how are you here? Are you real? Is this a dream? Oh my God, have I just gone crazy with grief and now Iâm hallucinating-â
âTucker, itâs me,â Danny smiled tiredly.
Tucker launched himself at Danny, hugging him as tightly as possible.
âItâs a good thing I donât need to breath anymore,â the ghost joked.
âSorry, sorry!â Tucker sat back, staring in awe. âYou look... different. Like a-â
âLike a ghost?â Danny chuckled.
âYeah.â He shook his head, smiling. âI canât believe youâre here! I knew it from the moment Dash first lost his underwear!â
âTucker-â
âThat was hilarious! And my test grade? I donât know how you knew but- wait, how did you know?â
âIâve been... watching.â Danny confessed awkwardly.
âWatching?â Tucker moved away, suddenly angry. âWatching? Youâve been watching us this whole time and never thought about appearing? Didnât think we might like to know youâre okay? Well, I mean, not okay okay, but okay in afterlife terms!â
âI-â
âWhat, were you just in my room, watching me suffer? Do you have any idea how hard this has been? Do you even care?â
âTucker,â Danny sat up, grabbing his arm. âI didnât show up before because I couldnât. I didnât have enough power yet.â
âYeah,â Danny grinned. âBeing a ghost is kinda like being a superhero. Watch this,â his hand began to glow as he fired a glowing ball of green energy. It burst in the sky like a firework, though it made virtually no sound.
âWow! What else can you do?â
For the next few hours the two sat together, talking and joking around as Danny showed off his new powers. They stared at the stars, recounting some of their best missions with the Red Ranger. Danny told tucker how his parents and sister were doing, describing how they too had undergone physical changes in becoming ghosts.
âSometimes dad forgets weâre dead,â Danny snorted, âHeâs still trying to hunt all these ghosts. He met this ghost- Skulker- and itâs like he found his platonic soulmate. Momâs happy too- turns out a friend from college is also a ghost. Theyâve been talking non-stop, filling each other in on life post college.â
âAnd Jazz?â
âA little disappointed she canât attend Harvard. Iâm trying to convince her to haunt the library- casually have a book fall off a shelf to help someone out, ya know?â
Tucker laughed. âIt sounds perfect.â
For a moment, it was silent, the two perfectly content to lay on the ashy floor of a burnt down building.
âDanny?â
âYeah Tuck?â
Tucker rolled over so he was face to face with the ghost. âWhy didnât you show up earlier? When Sam was here?â
Danny closed his eyes briefly, as if preparing himself. âSheâs grieved enough as it is- no reason to load more on her.â
âMore?â Danny stayed silent. âOh... you arenât staying, are you?â
âThereâs this whole new world for me to explore Tucker- more than one! There are hundreds of thousands of doors in the Ghost Zone, and they all lead somewhere different! Different times, different places- Iâm sure a few go to entirely different dimensions too!â
âSo, take me with you!â Tucker smiled. âImagine it! You and me, traveling through time and space!â
âI have,â Danny said sadly. âYou have no idea how much a wish we could do that.â
âWhy canât we?â
âHumans canât survive in the Ghost Zone,â he explained. âEverything about the environment is catered to the dead, like how Earth is for the living. You could survive, but after a while...â
âIâd die?â Tucker guessed. Danny nodded soberly. âSo, how are you here? If Earth is made for the living-â
âI canât stay for much longer. Itâs kind of like being a fish out of water- I more or less absorb the atmosphere of the ghost zone. Here, thereâs nothing to absorb.â
âRight,â Tucker huffed awkwardly. âIâd ask for a better explanation, but I donât want you to waste your breath... or absorption... I guess.â
Danny laughed, laying back on the ground. âI miss the stars,â he said wistfully. âI canât see them in the Ghost Zone.â
âYou could always come back,â Tucker offered hopefully. âEvery night- video games and star gazing, just like the good old days.â
âI canât,â Dannyâs voice shook. âItâs not fair to you Tucker. You have a whole life to live- I would just hold you back.â
âYou wouldnât be-â
âHow do you expect to live your life if youâre constantly waiting for your friend to come back from the dead and talk to you? Time isnât even the same in the Ghost Zone as it is here. I could come back thinking itâs only been five minutes when itâs actually been five years.â
Tucker wanted to argue but couldnât. âI donât want you to leave,â he whispered tearfully.
âI wish I could stay,â Danny swallowed thickly, swiping a hand over his eyes.
âHow much time do you have left?â
Danny looked at his friend, a mischievous glint in his glowing eyes. âEnough to give you a flying lesson.â
âFlying-â Tucker yelped as Danny scooped him up as if he weighed nothing, slowly floating into the sky. Tucker kept his arms locked around the ghostsâ neck, screaming when Danny pretended to drop him.
âOpen your eyes you wimp,â Danny teased, hovering high above the buildings. Slowly, Tuckerâs eyes cracked open, taking in the sight of a sleeping Amity Park beneath him.
âWow...â he breathed. âItâs beautiful.â
âYeah,â Danny agreed, soaring over rooftops. âBeautiful.â
Tucker woke up the next morning, cold and sore, curled up on the floor of the Fenton house. His phone was blowing up with texts from Sam, demanding to know why he had never texted her. Sleepily, he apologized, explaining that he must have fallen asleep.
Depressed, he packed his rocket into his bag, convinced that the previous night was a dream. He couldnât find the Ouija board, assuming Sam had taken it with her.
Iâm meeting you at your house. She texted him. You have a lot of explaining to do.
âTucker Foley!â She snapped as he entered his bed room. âDo you have any idea how bad you scared me? I stayed up as late as I could waiting for you to text me!â
âIâm sorry Sam. I really didnât mean-â He froze looking past her to his bed. The Ouija board was resting on his pillow, the planchette resting over the word goodbye.
âYou better have a good explanation.â Sam huffed. âWhat happened last night?â
âNothing,â Tucker said, smiling at the board. âJust had a really great dream.â
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The British Xenica is a breed that only accepts female captains (although I havenât tracked down the exact quote yet - supposedly Granby says it somewhere in the second book). Theyâre light-weight dragons, close to courier weight.
well hopefully it will come up in my reread (im like before half of the second book) but itâs kind of weird that theyâre mentionned this ... far because the first book normally introduce all british race not only in the story BUT in the bonus adition of you know the naturalist guy and his extract on dragonic race native (or not) to the british island.Â
also even if itâs true the only woman aviator that laurence know are : Jane, Harcourt and of course Emily. He never mention any other lady aviator by name. So like if there is another breed that accep only woman laurence has never met them (to be fair there is Three Longwing and I still donât know WHO is the captain of the third.... )
Heya, any chance of you tagging long posts like your guide to reading scientific papers with a 'long post' tag of sorts? I regularly browse Tumblr on my phone and those posts were really long to scroll past, and sticking them under a readmore wouldn't help because those tend to break on mobile Tumblr.
Consider it done, chum! Howâs just âlong postâ sound for any posts or reblogs over... letâs say three paragraphs, or anything where thereâs pics embedded and you have to scroll 5ever. Iâll start tagging those and that oughta clear up the olâ dash!