I’ve released a new chapter of this fic on Ao3! --- Danny poured his drink into a thermos, not his Fenton one. That was a mistake you only make once. Once his drink was in, he hovered his hand over the opening. The air around Danny’s hand chilled and produced a mist, and just a moment later several perfect spherical ice cubes dropped in.

Tucker poked the thermos with a pencil. “Dude, are you sure that’s safe to drink?”

Danny shrugged. “Not sure. It’s good practice though." He shook the thermos and the ice inside clinked. "Also, helps keep it cold.”

Tucker raised an eyebrow. “Dude," he began, sounding just slightly worried, "I took one of your ice cubes into the lab and put a thermometer on it. They were registering at negative fifty.”

Danny screwed the lid on the thermos. “How’d you get into the lab?”

“Mr. Dirhlem likes me.”  

Sam walked up to the two of them, shifting her backpack. “You guys ready to go?”

Tucker leaned past Danny to look at Sam. “Sam, please tell Danny chilling his drinks with his ghost ice is a bad idea.”

Sam turned toward Danny, raising an eyebrow. “Is that safe? I mean, it’s ectoplasmic ice, right?”

Danny gave Sam a flat look. “I think you’re forgetting I’m half ectoplasm . The ice is coming from somewhere .”

“I was more concerned about Danny giving himself frostbite in his throat, but do I need to be worried about the sausages in your fridge too?”

“You mean besides them coming alive and trying to eat you?”

“No, Danny, I’m worried about their cholesterol content,” Tucker said, rolling his eyes.

Posted this late last night on Ao3 here but getting around to posting it on here as well... *** Danny woke up to Tucker shaking him. His touch brought him from complete sleep to full awakeness in seconds. Danny shot up and looked at Tucker. Tucker jumped back, holding up his hands. “Sorry, dude, but uh… your parents are being… weird…”

Danny blinked and realized his throat wasn’t chilled from his ghost sense going off in his sleep. The immediate panic that had felt vanished, leaving him sleepy once again. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Once he had worked the sleep out of his eyes, he turned, facing Tucker. “What?” he asked, working moisture back into his mouth.

Tucker shoved a thumb down toward the kitchen. “So, like… I know you were going to sleep in and all, but your parents got up and made breakfast.”

Danny nodded. “Yeah…? They usually get up early to wor-”

Saturday, so I've got another chapter of this fic up on Ao3! *** Danny stood in front of the portal to the Ghost Zone and watched the energies within it swirl. Danny rolled his shoulders, trying to avoid feeling the nervous pit that sat in the middle of his stomach. He normally waltzed into the Ghost Zone carefree, an odd feeling of home enveloping him as the ecto-energy in the air surged.

This time felt more like the first, when he was launched into the Zone against his will.

Small. Unsure. Afraid.

Tucker handed him one of the staffs that his dad had been working on. Danny took it stiffly. “I hope this thing holds up.”

Danny reached into his core and breathed. Ice frost spread out from his hand up and down the shaft, coating it in a thin layer of ectoplasm-infused ice. “You’re the one who said my powers counter his.”

Tucker frowned. “That’s like… one instance dude, not something I’d bet on.”

Ember told Danny that core powers were like breathing. It was instinctive.

Danny took another breath and breathed once more. Frost spread out, starting at his fingers and quickly spreading up his arms and coating his entire body.

“I know they will.”

Sam frowned and took two steps toward Danny. “You want us to come with you?”

Danny immediately shook his head and floated off the ground. “No.” He bit his lip, his teeth ached as he bit into the ice coating his body. “I didn’t tell you guys how bad it was for Ember, but it was bad. I don’t want you guys going through that too.”

Sam glared at Danny, either because of the implication she couldn’t handle herself, or the fact he seemed to be protecting her. Possibly both. “And what about you?”

Danny met her gaze. “I’ve already seen my worst fear, and I promised I wouldn’t let it happen again.”

Someday, I’ll remember to actually leave updates here again. 

You can find the whole fic here!

“Anything, Tuck?” Danny asked. He threw the tennis ball in his hand at the ground, bouncing it off the floor of the lab and then the wall before catching it. He squeezed it in his hand before throwing the ball against the wall.

He wondered for a fleeting moment if the sound was annoying Sam and Tucker, but neither of them said anything.

Tucker leaned back away from the computer. “Sorry man, all the scans that I’ve run have come up with nothing. Whatever the Fright Knight did, it wasn’t putting anything on your computer.”

Danny whipped the ball at the wall directly. Before he could catch it, Sam grabbed it out of the air. “Let’s not throw things that might break the expensive equipment,” she said, placing it back in his hand.

“Sorry,” Danny said, squeezing the ball before rolling the ball over to his other hand. “I just… this one was bad, guys.”