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Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I wanted to leave everyone with a warmer and fluffier feeling than the first three chapters. I’m on angst overload. I thought I could to a bit of a dark fic, even though it wasn’t supposed to be dark all the way through, but I can’t get as far as I wanted to without giving Danny and the others a break. I also said that there would be m/m action in this chapter but it got too long and I’d figure the readers would get bored by then. I’m already finishing up the next chapter that has LEMON material in it! PINKY SWEAR! :D

Disclaimer: Characters and all things Danny Phantom don’t belong to me. (T-T) But touch my story for other than personal pleasure and die. ><

“I told you Dash, sta-…” Jazz flushed and looked a little embarrassed when she opened the door to find Sam there instead of who she thought it would be. “Oh, uh, hi Sam. I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.” Sam raised a jet black eyebrow but smiled anyway.

“S’ok. You sound stressed, everything okay?” Sam asked leaning back on her right foot and putting her right hand on her hip. Jazz would swear she was out of the magazines with that I’m too cool for regular postures look. Sam really had her own style, even as a goth. She didn’t go overboard. She just really seemed to like doing what she wanted to do. Jazz wasn’t crazy about the goth look but the drive behind it was admirable.

“At this point, I could use someone to talk to. Would you like to come in and have some coffee?” Jazz asked opening the door wider.

“Sure, but I came here to see how Danny was so I’d like to get to that for at least five minutes. He missed a few pop quizzes that I’m sure he’ll be overjoyed to hear about.” Sam said looking particularly pleased with her role as harbinger of bad news. But the impish grin disappeared when she saw an odd look cross over Jazz’s face for a moment.

“That’s what I need to talk to someone about. I think Danny’s gotten himself into a bad situation. But he won’t talk to me.” Jazz looked as though she had just been given a D for a grade. Sam followed Jasmine to the kitchen table and took a seat. Jazz grabbed two mugs and filled them with coffee. “Want any cream or sugar?”

“A little cream, you know, just enough to take the edge off.” Sam said. Jazz took her coffee black at this point. She sat down across from Sam after giving the younger girl her drink. When Jazz stared at her cup for several moments Sam spoke up. “Jazz…what’s wrong?” Jasmine’s head snapped up her blue eyes wide for a moment in surprise. Then she realized she had spaced out and calmed down.

“I don’t know…I wish I did. I came home and couldn’t find Danny anywhere. I finally looked in his room and…” Jazz frowned biting her lower lip. Was this really her place to tell? Yes, yes it was. She couldn’t believe she was giving into the guilt that came with this type of situation after all the studying she’d done on it for that report a few weeks ago. Friend or close family member gets hurt badly. You know someone else did it to them, but they don’t want to tell anybody or talk about it. So you don’t end up doing or saying anything because you feel it isn’t your place. But in the end, isn’t the welfare of the loved one more important than their wishes? Besides, it could happen again. Whatever ‘it’ was.

“And?” Sam pressed dragging Jazz from her thoughts again.

“He’s all beat up Sam. Bites, bruises, cracked lip, and this weird choker I’ve never seen before-it looks real expensive…and that’s only what I could see. He won’t let me come near him. He starts to freak out when I touch him or when I pick up the phone to call Mom and Dad. I’ve also had to deal with Dash and Tucker.” Jazz looked irritated now. “Geeze, Tucker’s like a love sick schoolgirl. He won’t stop calling! And here I thought he dn’tdn’t get anymore annoying.”

“Woah, wait! What do you mean you had to deal with Dash?” Sam raised her hand to get Jazz’s attention before she went off on a tangent. Her mug was already half empty but Jazz hadn’t touched hers. Jazz paused raising a rusty brown eyebrow.

“Huh? Oh! Dash, yea. He came by a little after I got home and found Danny.” Jazz rested her chin in the palm of her hand and snorted softly. “I know he bullies him at school I doI don’t think he did it. I was so angry and scared at the moment I took it out on him. I told him if I found any evidence he’d done it, I’d go right to the cops and have him arrested.”

“Dash was at school all day and Danny wasn’t. So I doubt he was anywhere near Danny…Why was Dash here of all places anyway?” Sam furrowed her dark ebony eyebrows and took another sip from her mug. Jazz tapped her chin trying to remember.

“He said he had something important to talk to Danny about. The weird thing is he actually called Danny by his first name. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him do that before.” Jazz said staring down into her coffee again frowning confusedly. Sam looked utterly shocked.

“Dash hasn’t ever called Danny by his first name. It’s like an insult I think. As if Danny doesn’t really deserve a first name or something. Are you sure he called Danny by his first name?” Jazz nodded and Sam flicked her dark violet eyes back at the staircase she could see through the door. She wondered just what kind of shape Danny was in. “Did you see Danny this morning?”

“Yea, he came downstairs for breakfast while I was leaving. He looked fine then…” Jazz trailed off and looked like she was about to cry. Sam got up and moved around the table to Jazz. She hugged the older girl tightly and rested her cheek on Jazz’s soft hair. Jazz felt even worse but also better at the same time. She was conflicted between letting it all out in Sam’s arms or allowing the girl’s striking presence to soothe her. Being her usual self, Jazz bottled it all up again and calmed down. “Thanks.” Jazz whispered. She sat back and looked up at Sam with a warm smile. “I really needed that.” Sam looked uncomfbly bly embarrassed when she realized how close their faces were. Jazz was really tall even sitting up. When the older girl raised her head their noses bumped and having to view that sappy happy and content look in Jazz’s eyes at this close distance wasn’t doing wonders for Sam’s ‘too cool’ attitude. She let go of Jazz and smiled back, although it was a bit nervous.

“Do you think he might want to see me?” The ridiculously rich girl asked looking up the staircase.

“I hope so. I mean, you’re like a second sister to him. At least he ignores you half as much.” Jazz muttered and took a deep swig of the coffee. “I guess you can try. I really don’t want to force him to speak to anyone but we need to find out what happened.” And maybe get him to a doctor… Jazz added in her head. Sam didn’t waste her time. She slipped up the stairs and knocked on Danny’s slightly open door.

“Go away Jazz!” It was Danny’s voice, but different. Strained and almost…frightened.

“Danny, it’s me, Sam.” She said quietly and pushed the door the open more. She only took one step inside the room though. Sam wasn’t going to leave but she wasn’t going to invade the rest of Danny’s space if he was uncomfortable. It was dark in his room. The blinds and curtains were drawn and all the lights were shut off.

“…s…Sam?” Danny’s voice trembled but it was softer. Sam realized that he wasn’t in his bed, he was tucked in a corner of the room.

“Yea…I came to check up on you after you didn’t come to school today. Tucker’s been calling all afternoon but Jazz won’t let him talk to you.” Sam chuckled at the last bit.

“...” She could hear him shifting as if he were having trouble thinking and sitting still. “…go away Sam.” Her dark eyes started to adjust. She could tell he was pressed right against the wall with his knees drawn up to his chest. His arms wrapped around himself and his head was down.

“Danny…talk to me.” Sam urged softly. Danny shifted again. She could hear a hitch in his breath.

“There’s nothing to talk about!” He yelled but his voice still trembled. Sam almost winced.

“You should know better Danny. I’m too stubborn to be scared off.” Sam sniffed and held her head high. She rocked back on her heels as if uncaring but it was really her way of fidgeting when she was worried or nervous.

“I won’t be one of your pity rescues. I can take care of myself!”

Sam stiffened.

“Oh you did not just say that. Danny, how long have we been friends? How many times have I saved your narrow little ass from certain doom or parental punishment?” She put a hand on her hip and snorted dangerously. She heard him shifting around again after a long thoughtful pause but he didn’t answer. Sam took a chance and walked in to crouch a foot away from him. “Danny, I’m here for you. Like I always have been, and like I hope to always be. But you gotta let me in to help. You’ve gotta let Jazz in too.” She said much more softly. Sam wasn’t sure if she should be surprised or disgusted that she sounded a lot like a mom.

For an awkward moment, neither of them moved. Danny moved so suddenly breaking the silence and stillness, Sam jumped a little bit. With a barely restrained sob, Danny latched himself onto Sam. She fell back onto her rump with Danny’s cheek pressed against her chest. Normally, she’d slap him or preferably punch him, but this time he was genuinely upset and scared. Then he did something she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him do. He cried his heart out.

Jazz came running upstairs to see what had happened but Sam just shook her head and gave her a look. Jazz understood, though she was slightly jealous that Danny wouldn’t open up to her instead. She left for her own room and put her headphones on to listen to upbeat music to calm herself down. It wasn’t helping very much.

Sam wrapped her arms around her best friend. She was alarmed to find bumps on his arms and scabs on several of the bumps. He was wearing a shirt and pajama pants so she couldn’t tell if there were anymore. Not that she’d be able to see even with her adjusted vision. The oddly cold band around Danny’s neck brushed against her arm as he moved to snuggle in closer to her. It sent shivers down her spine. ‘God Danny, what happened to you in just one day?’ She wondered silently.

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“And that’s all you saw?” Tucker asked raising a skeptical eyebrow. Although he was just putting out a front, in reality his heart was beating like a humming bird. His nervousness showed by the way his finger scratched at the arm on the chair he was sitting in.
“Yea, that’s what I saw.” Dash raised his own eyebrow and pointed at Tucker’s finger. “Dude, you’re going to wear through the wood if you keep that up.” Tucker blinked and looked down at the arm of the chair.

“Anyway, I guess you pretty much saw everything. So what do you want in payment?” Tucker asked with a slight bitter growl in his voice. He folded his hands in his lap to keep them from doing anything more.

“Payment? You think I-“ Dash paused. Well of course that’s what Tucker and the others would think. “I don’t want anything but answers. I swear on my mom’s life that I’m not going to tell anyone about Fenton. It’s hard to swallow I’m sure. If you want insurance from me I’ll give it too you. I might be a jerk and a bully, but I’m not a blackmailer. I just want to get some things clear and then we can all act like nothing ever happened, okay?” Tucker seemed to think about this.

“When you first came here, you said something about Jasmine yelling at you for beating Danny up?”

“I didn’t, I swear! I was at school all day and you would have heard from Fenton last night if I had beaten him up when I saw him. Besides, I’ve never done that before. A few hits, some threats, but I don’t go that far.” Dash argued. He was sure Tucker didn’t believe him though. Then he realized that Tucker didn’t suspect him at all. In fact he looked upset.

“…what’s wrong with Danny?” The young African American asked in a soft voice. Yet again, Dash had another revelation about Tucker. He realized how much Danny really seemed to mean to Tucker. He was both awed and jealous.

“Dunno. She wouldn’t let me in. Slammed the door in my face.”

“Heh, well I’ve been calling the house all afternoon. It’s the first time in my life I’ve been hung up on ten times in a row.” Tucker snorted softly with a wry smile.

“Danny hung up on you?”

“No, it was Jazz-…did you just call him Danny?” Tucker sat up straight. Dash almost blushed. He kept it down to a light pink.

“You keep calling him Danny so it just kind of slipped out. I’ve never been around you guys this long so I got so used to recognizing him by his first name I just said it..too..” It was a terrible lie, but hopefully one Tucker would either swallow or allow. He definitely didn’t believe it, but he was nice enough to let it slide. “Anyway, can I get some answers here or what?” He asked irritably trying to steer the subject away from himself. Tucker sighed and shrugged.
“Well you seem to know everything so…sure. Shoot.” Tucker mumbled.

“Was he always like this?” Dash wondered if Danny had been different his whole life. Had he been fooling all these people up to now?

“No, it happened about two months ago, give or take a week. Very recent change.” Tucker said in a very matter-of-fact way. Dash could tell he was trying to distance himself from the situation.

“If he can..um..slip through stuff, why does he let me pick him up and push him?” Tucker chuckled softly after Dash asked.

“He doesn’t let you do it all the time. Sometimes you ‘miss’ you know? Or he gets you back.” Tucker smirked and Dash sighed heavily.

“Well that explains a few things.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” That same smirk returned.

“Oh shut up. I can tell you’re enjoying this. You don’t have to rub it in.” Although Dash wouldn’t exactly blame him if he did.

“Next question?” Dash restrained the urge to smack the smugness out of Tucker’s voice.

“What happened?”

“You’re aware of his parents’ obsession with ghosts right?” Tucker asked. Dash nodded. “Lab accident. He got too close to one of their inventions that actually works, well actually almost all of them work. His parents just miss a few things here and there that Danny sees. He uses them to help get rid of ghosts who don’t belong here anymore. The ghosts call him the ‘halfa’ because the accident made him half human and half ghost. In my opinion he’s 100% human and 50% extra ghost. Like an upgrade or addition far far as we know he’s one of two ‘halfa’s’ that exist. Although the other halfa isn’t exactly using his abilities for ‘good’. In fact he’s kinda like Danny’s arch-nemesis. But I’m getting ahead of myself.”

“Wait, so Danny’s getting rid of ghosts?”

“Yea he knows when they’re around. He just kinda senses them, you know? And not all of them are bad, but the ones that are, he takes care of them when he finds them. Then he uses the same machine that changed him to throw the ghosts back into their own place. We call it ghost world for lack of a better name. Danny’s actually been in there. It’s kinda like limbo.” Tucker nodded. He watched Dash take this all in. He was quiet as he mulled over it.

“So…he expects to pass finals how?” Dash raised a blonde eyebrow. Much to his and Dash’s surprise, Tucker burst into a short fit of laughter.

“Man I didn’t know you had a sense of humor in you!” Finally he calmed down. “It actually is really stressful for Danny. I walk him home some days because he can barely stand up by himself. Sam and I do our best to take care of him. You know, cover his back and help make excuses for him.”

“Sounds rough on all of you. Especially for Danny. Why don’t his parents just home school him or something?”

“Because Danny hasn’t told them.”

”Why?” Dash blinked. It was one thing to keep something that massive secret from the rest of the world, but Danny’s family too?

“I don’t really know. Maybe it has something to do with them wanting to hunt ghosts, not make friends. Besides, who knows if they can keep a secret? Well who knows if Danny’s dad can keep a secret?” Tucker corrected himself. Dash was about to respond when the phone rang. Tucker got up to get it.

“Hey, this is Tucker speaking.”

“Tucker, it’s Sam. Come meet me at Danny’s house now. But be quiet when you come okay? He’s sleeping.” It seemed like Tucker had only spoken with Sam moment’s ago, but when he looked at his watch it had been about and hour and a half.

“What? But Jazz-“

“It’s okay, just come over. It’s too damn close to an emergency for my taste.” Sam didn’t even wait for Tucker to answer, she just hung up. Tucker blinked and stared at the phone for a minute.

“Jasmine called you?” Dash asked raising an eyebrow.

“No, it was Sam. Since Jazz wouldn’t let me talk to Danny on the phone, I doubted she’d let me in the house. I called Sam and asked her to try. Sounds like she got in.” Tucker paused as he put down the phone and looked over at Dash. “She says I need to get over there now.”

The boys stared at each other not knowing what to say for a moment. They were both aware Dash wanted to go. Tucker hadn’t a clue why he did, but it was obvious he did.

“Well, you may as well come with me. Sam needs to know you’re in on this. Besides, she’ll probably be able to handle this better than me. So you two can work it out when we get there.” Tucker said. Why on earth he was making excuses for Dash the jerk, he hadn’t a clue. Other than that Dash had let him peek at a slightly different side of him. It was subtle but it was there. They managed to have a pretty damn long conversation without an insult or curse being thrown. Dash also acted like more than a half-wit. He paid attention and thought about his answers and questions.

They both shoved on their shoes in their rush out the door. As Tucker locked the front door he wondered if he liked this side of Dash or if it bothered him.
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