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Part IV - Another Use For a Tail

It was little past eight in the morning when Danny’s cell phone buzzed annoyingly by his right ear. He swung a careless arm out, and wiped the device clean off his side table. It hit the floor and continued to ring.

"Guh…" Danny groaned, hauling himself out from under his sheets. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up, before he reached down, stretching, and scooped up his phone, flipping it open and pressing it to his ear in one movement, "Nuh?" he greeted.

"Glad to hear you’re awake." teased Tucker’s voice from the other end, "Just thought you’d like to know that school has been cancelled for the day."

"Muh?" asked Danny groggily, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his other hand.
"I’m going to translate that as, ‘Why Tucker, what do you mean, the school is closed for the day? What could possibly have happened?’ because I know that’s what you really meant."

"Mmm," agreed Danny flopping back onto his bed and staring up at the ceiling.

"Jeez, you’re really not a morning person, are you? Anyway, last night the school library and the corridors around it got completely trashed." Danny blinked slightly, coming out of his half asleep stupor as he blearily registered the words, "And I don’t mean a few books got thrown around, I’m talking Deep Impact trashed. The walls were buckled, pages ripped, debris everywhere-hey are you even listening to me?"

"Wuh? Oh, yeah… yeah…" Danny stifled a yawn, "I am. Library got trashed. Gotcha."

He vaguely heard the sounds of shuffling from the other end of the phone, something that sounded distinctly like a cry of pain and then a new voice rang in his ear.

"Danny! God, you’re unbelievably slow! The library got trashed! By a ghost! There’s ectoplasm all over the place!"

"Huh? Sam?"

"Yes, it’s me Sam. Glad we got that cleared up. Look, there’s a ghost running riot somewhere in Amity Park, so are you gonna do something about it? ‘Cause it certainly sounds like a job for Danny Phantom! Do you get what I’m saying here? Tell me you understand me!"

Danny grunted, "Yeah, Phantom, right. Okay."

"Yes? Did you want something?" asked the phantom as he phased through Danny’s bedroom wall, and stared down at him, white locks of hair falling in front of his eyes.

"Danny? Is there someone there with you?" demanded Sam, "Are you hanging out with someone? Why are they there if you’ve just woken up? It doesn’t sound like your family!"

Danny waved a hand in his ghost’s direction, and the phantom glided towards the window, and pulled back the curtain slightly, watching the world outside the glass, leaving him to his phone conversation, "Sam, there’s no one here but me." he rubbed at the center of his forehead and then sat up again, rising to stand and walk the remnants of sleep off, "I was just… talking to myself." he slipped on a pair of slippers and opened his bedroom door, still dressed in pajamas and made his way to the bathroom, "So, why didn’t anyone hear anything then? At the library, I mean."

"I don’t know, it was a ghost Danny, they have ways."

Danny sighed and shifted so that he could hold the phone between his shoulder and his chin as he used both his hands to pull his toothbrush from the holder and turn on the tap, "So, do you two want to meet me at nine? We can go from here, and try and find out what’s going on."

"Yeah, that’s fine. Tucker’s already trying to get information on whether or not anything was stolen."

"I doubt it; ghosts usually aren’t interested in earthly possessions." Danny raised his toothbrush and started scrubbing at his teeth almost violently as he stared into the medicine cabinet mirror, taking his morning appearance. It wasn’t his best look, of that he was sure. His hair was all over the place and his eyes were shadowed and thin, like his eyelids didn’t have the strength to stay up properly.

"You know if you say that, you’ll be wrong." warned Sam, and then, "Dude, what’s that noise?"

"Mmm mrushin’ muh eeth."

"What?"

Danny spat out a mouthful of toothpaste, "I said I was brushing my teeth."

"Do you have especially dirty teeth this morning then?"

Danny shot the wall a glare as he heard the phantom start snickering in his room. "No, I was just…being an enthusiastic brusher, okay?" he rinsed his mouth out and then washed his hands, the phone still held in place on his shoulder, "You know what they say, that a dentist invented the electric chair." He wiped his hands on a towel and then stumbled back the way he had come.

"Dude, that makes no sense. Dentists don’t use electric chairs, even if one did invent them." A sigh, "Your teeth are fine, so, you want us to just come straight round then? Hang on, Tuck wants to say something." There was a brief pause as the phone exchanged hands. "Hey Danny."

"Hey Tuck," Danny said sleepily as he walked over to his drawers and started pulling out clothes at random, "You wanted to say something?"

"Yeah, the PDA couldn’t determine whether or not anything was missing from the library, because the place is a junk yard and they haven’t even started an inventory yet, as soon as they do though, we’ll know."

Danny nodded thoughtfully as he pulled on a pair of blue jeans and slipped his feet into his trainers, "Well, we can go check out the scene of the crime anyway. We’ve got nothing else to do if the school is closed, but I doubt it’s some kind of library hating ghost."

"Hey, in this town you never know."

Danny sat back on his bed, his customary white t-shirt in his hands, "I guess."

"You know, you could stay here and hang out, and I could take a look for you." Offered the phantom as he floated over to Danny’s shoulder, his snickering finally under control.

"Did you say something Danny?"

"Um, no. That was the television." He lied, shooing the ghost away as he tugged the shirt on over his head and took the phone back into his hand.

"You don’t have a television in your room."

"I’m downstairs."

"Oh, right. Sorry." A slight pause, "So, we’ll be right over, okay?"

"Sure." Nodded Danny as he raked his fingers through his hair half-heartedly, trying to get it into some sort of order that didn’t make him look like a monster from any vintage horror films. Danny blinked as he heard someone knocking at his door, "Is that you?"

"Is what me?"

"Is it you knocking at the door?"

"Dude, I said we’d be right over, but I didn’t mean that fast."

Danny looked over his shoulder to where his ghost form was hovering near the window, the curtain pulled back. The phantom frowned, gaze fixed pointedly on the road below. "We appear to have an unwelcome guest."

"What?" asked Danny, half forgetting he was on the phone as he moved over to the window and peered out of the glass pane, following his ghost’s line of sight. In the middle of the pavement outside his front door, stood Dash Baxter. "What the hell?!"

"Danny? What’s the matter?" asked Tucker, and he could hear Sam repeating the question in the background. "Is everything okay?"

"Uh, could you and Sam get round here ASAP? Dash is at my front door."

"Dash? As in Dash Baxter?"

"That’s the one."

"Why’s he at your house?"

"I dunno. I better go get rid of him, talk to you guys later, bye Tuck, say bye to Sam." Danny flicked the phone closed before he could hear his friend reply and he shoved the cell in the pocket of his jeans before he scowled and turned to the phantom, "Okay, I want to know, what the heck did you do to him?" he asked, pointing directly at Dash.
The phantom floated there and smiled wickedly, "I just suggested that maybe he should spend more time reading about how life is seen by other people, people who don’t share his upbeat and violent attitude."

"In English please."

"I made him think about philosophy." The phantom actually looked rather pleased at this and with a slight toss of his head he moved past Danny and over to the door, "You better not keep him waiting, after all, he might just want to write a thesis on your terribly clouded life, now that he’s found enlightenment through books."

"You made Dash Baxter _read_ as punishment?" asked Danny, dumbfounded and finding it hard to imagine that the blonde could actually read at all. Well, slight exaggeration there, but he supposed he was allowed it.

"Yes."

"And that’s all?"

"I swear. That’s all."

Danny pursed his lips, "Fine. Whatever. Just I dunno, go wherever it is you go when you’re not… in me." A cackle was his only reply and Danny blushed slightly as he headed for the stairs and started to make his way down them, "I did not mean it like that. God, you make everything sound perverted."

He dashed through the kitchen, making a mental note to wonder later where everyone else was, and yanked open the door. He stared at his guest for a moment with half narrowed eyes, not willing to be the first one to speak.

"Fenton." Greeted Dash loftily as he pushed his way into the house.

Danny stared. "Uh, Dash? What are you doing here?"

"I’ve decided to let bygones be bygones and become one of your best friends."

There was a long uncomfortable silence as Danny picked his jaw up off the floor only to shriek, "SAY WHAT?!" at a pitch so high that it was a wonder anything but dogs and mice could understand him. Danny slammed the door closed with more force than was slightly necessary and turned to face the smiling blonde.

Alarm bells went off inside his head. Dash was smiling. At him. And it wasn’t an ‘I’m going to enjoy beating you up’ smile either.

Dash merely grinned and helped himself to a seat at the kitchen table, "I’ve decided that I’ve paid you far too much negative attention. I’ve never really gotten to know you. Incidentally, I missed out on breakfast this morning, you got anything?"

"Hang on! Whoa! Time out!" cried Danny doing several frantic and elaborate hand gestures. "You can’t just waltz on in here, like we’ve been buddies for years and expect me to just agree to this! Its madness and it would never happen in real life!"

"Yeah well, a lot of things that I thought would never happen in real life have happened. I’ve learned to accept it, move on. You never know when something unbelievable is going to catch you unaware." And the blonde’s gaze fastened on him, and something decidedly knowing flashed in his eyes.

Danny’s brow furrowed into a frown, "What… what exactly are you talking about here?"

A grin full of teeth was shown in his direction, "Your little shower incident with your phantom lover."

Danny swallowed nervously; he thought the phantom had taken care of this! He said that he’d made Dash think of something else. It was apparent, at least to Danny that his phantom wasn’t as completely in control of his powers, despite how much he bragged about it. "Um… about that…"

"I don’t want an explanation, Fenton. Here’s the deal. I’m gonna stay close to you. I’m gonna be your best friend, just so that I can have a chance to meet the phantom whenever he appears, and, in return, I won’t tell anyone what I saw the two of you doing."
Danny clenched his teeth tightly, his fingers curling into fists.

"That’s blackmail."

"I know." Replied the blonde smugly, stretching his legs out beneath the table, "Bet you never thought I was smart enough for something like that, did you?"

Danny stifled a growl. Dash was right, he’d never thought of the other as being particularly clever at all, and to be found in a situation where he was being blackmailed by him… "You can’t…"

"Take it or leave it Fenton. It’s a one time offer."

Danny scowled moodily at the other, weighing up his options. He could kick the blonde out, get the phantom to try and wipe his memory again, though judging by how unsuccessful the first attempt had been that wasn’t the wisest of options. Dash would definitely tell other people, could he live with having that floating around him? It would spread like wild fire, a rumor with the added bonus of actually being truth. Or he could accept Dash’s terms, at least for now until he figured out a way to actually make Dash forget. Maybe he could ask Clockwork for some help… or…

"I don’t have all day."

Danny snapped his eyes to Dash’s and scowled, "Fine. You win. I’ll go along with this for now."

Dash looked extremely pleased with this, "Oh don’t worry. I won’t be around you long."

Danny scowled at him, "After all, I’m not really interested in a loser like you, Fenton. Just the phantom." Something red flashed across Dash’s eyes, "Just the phantom…"

"Uh…" Began Danny, slightly unnerved by Dash’s attitude, but he just chalked it up to the blonde being a fan-boy of sorts. After all, he couldn’t sense any ghosts nearby. "Right… so what’s your plan for today, exactly?"

Dash looked around the kitchen, "Well, I don’t know. I was planning on winging it. But I could do with some breakfast. What have you got?"

It took a lot of Danny’s willpower to swallow his pride right then and say, as pleasantly as possible, "Toast or cereal."

"What type of cereal?"

A nerve twitched in Danny’s eye, "Bran flakes, fruit loops or frosted flakes."

Dash seemed to consider the choices seriously, "I’ll have frosted flakes, thank you."

"Fine." Danny ground out, stomping over to the cupboard to retrieve two bowls - after all, why should he go without breakfast? - and the carton of frosted flakes. He dumped them on the table and then went to the fridge to get the milk. When he returned he found the blonde had helped himself to the cereal and was waiting patiently whilst scrutinizing the rest of kitchen come dining room with such ferocity that it made Danny a little nervous.

"Do you have spoons in this mess you call a house? Or am I expected to eat using my hands?"

Danny clenched his teeth so hard it he was lucky he didn’t break them, "I was just going to get them." He bit out, heading over to the drawer to get said cutlery. By the time he made it back to the table and sat down opposite the cheery jock, he was fermenting with irritation. He tossed a spoon at Dash, "There, help yourself to milk."

"I was going to. It’s obvious you’re not used to playing host." Snipped Dash as he reached over to pour milk on his cereal, before he picked up the spoon and began to eat.
Danny stared at his arch-school-nemesis with arched eyebrows and then made a noise in the back of his throat as he poured milk on his own breakfast. "What a way to start the day." He grouched before shoveling food into his mouth and chewing fiercely, imagining the flakes were Dash’s bones.

The two of them sat there, eating cereal and staring at each other for a good few moments.

And that was how Tucker and Sam found them when they burst in through the front door with slightly panicked looks on their faces.

"Danny! Are you all… right?"

Both of them stopped, staring with wide eyes at the domesticated scene in front of them. Had they not known the two on opposite sides of the table, it would have looked like two friends eating a simple meal, completely ordinary. But they did know the two people, and so they knew how completely unordinary it was.

Danny glanced at his friends and then looked away, continuing to eat, "Hey guys."

"Um… Danny?" Sam’s voice was slightly higher pitched than usual as she inched towards the table, eyeing Dash with distrust, "What’s going on? Why is _he_ here?" and she spared nothing at Dash’s expanse and ended the question with a rather rude gesture in his direction.

"I thought you were going to get rid of him." Added Tucker as he closed the front door, before turning around again to look at the others, "I’m taking it that it didn’t exactly go to plan."

"Calm down, losers." Dash snorted, dropping his spoon into his now empty bowl with a clang, "Nothing’s happened. Me and Fenton called a truce for a while, that’s all."

A short, disbelieving silence.

"You and Danny called a truce." Repeated Sam dumbly.

"Yes."

"No, seriously, what’s going on?" Sam asked, making a point to ignore Dash completely as she slid into the chair next to Danny, "Danny?"

Danny chewed his cereal and said nothing.

So Sam took his cereal away. "Danny?"

Danny glanced at her and lowered his spoon to the table, "I was eating that."

"Tough."

"I think there are more important things to think about that whether or not you’re going to get a nutritious breakfast!" Tucker said sourly, crossing his arms and remaining standing as he stared at the three sat around the table, "For instance, an explanation would be nice."

"It’s true. We called a truce."

"Yup, me and Fenton are pals now. Right?" prompted Dash.

"Right." Sighed Danny, tapping the table with the edge of his spoon.

"We are so not believing that." Retorted Tucker, "Man, you know better than to lie to us."

Danny cringed. It wasn’t that he liked lying to his friends, but he couldn’t really tell them what was going on.

His pained look must have shown on his face, because the next minute Sam’s hand had fastened itself around his arm and had forcefully pulled him up out of his chair, "Wha?"

"We need to talk." She said seriously and then glared pointedly at Dash, "You don’t mind if we go upstairs for five minutes, do you? Best friend talk and all that."

Dash waved a hand, "Go right ahead, wouldn’t want to chip in on your loser time."

Danny allowed himself to be forcefully dragged up the stairs by both Sam and Tucker and then found himself deposited none too lightly in his room. Now, how was he going to get out of this one? "So…" he began slowly, shying away from his friends’ rather murderous expressions, "I guess you really want to know what’s going on, huh?"

"It would be nice, Danny." muttered Sam stiffly, "We’re your friends, we have been for like, forever and you know that you can trust us with anything." she gave him a meaningful glare, her purple eyes flashing, "Anything."

Danny debated with himself, could he? Should he? He didn’t have to tell them everything, just enough to explain Dash’s presence. He could manage that if he twisted a few details and omitted a few intricacies. "Um…"

"C’mon Danny, we’re your friends. You trusted us with the whole phantom thing, right?" encouraged Tucker, taking a seat on the bed next to Danny.

Oh, what the hell?

"That’s just it, guys." He began, spreading his fingers wide, "The whole phantom deal just got a lot more complicated." He let himself fall back against his bed and he stared up at the ceiling, "I don’t know how it happened. One minute everything was fine, and the next it had been messed up so many times I couldn’t tell which way was up and which was down." He raised the palms of his hands to his eyes and sighed, "I am having a very bad week."

Sam’s face loomed over his, "You still haven’t told us what the problem is."

"It would be easier for me to show you-" he dropped his hands and looked about the room, "Hey, hey, come out!"

Sam and Tucker shared worried looks.

"Danny-"

"I’m not kidding." He called to the ceiling, "Come out."

"Alright, alright. Hold your horses, I do have other things to do, you know." Sniped a familiar voice as the phantom appeared over Sam’s shoulder and peered down at Danny’s outstretched form, "What are you doing?"

Sam and Tucker’s reactions were very interesting.

Tucker’s response consisted mainly of screaming like a girl and disappearing backwards over the end of the bed, whilst Sam managed to break her record for long jump by shooting backwards in surprise and tripping over a corner of discarded duvet.

"What in the hell?!" she screeched, landing painfully on her backside in the middle of the floor as Tucker’s head peered across at her from the opposite side of the bed, "You’re separated again?!"

The phantom sniffed, "Again? I’ve never been separated from Danny before, that idiot of a ghost who turned up after the little accident with that ridiculous ghost catcher device was merely a facet of Danny’s personality. I am my own person, thank you very much." He leaned over the side of the bed and offered Tucker a hand, "Need help?"

Tucker gratefully took the outstretched hand and allowed himself to be lifted back onto the bed, "Thanks." He muttered, once he was settled. "I take it you’re the reason Danny has been acting strangely lately?"

"I like to think I had something to do with it."

Danny gave a loud groan, returning all attention back to him, "Yeah, okay, nice as it is that you’re all getting along, can we please focus on the matter at hand!"

"Uh, what was the matter at hand, again?" asked Sam numbly as she was also pulled to her feet and deposited on the bed on the other side of Danny by the newly revealed phantom.

"The matter at hand is currently sitting downstairs!" reminded Danny somewhat hysterically as he sat up again, glaring at the phantom, "I thought you’d erased his memory!"

"So did I." frowned the phantom, "He shouldn’t have remembered anything."

"Remembered what?" asked Tucker, looking back and forth between the two Danny’s with slight confusion, his eyes narrowed slightly, "What did Dash see or hear?"

"Um…" Danny’s mind blanked, truthfully he hadn’t really thought this far ahead.

"He shouldn’t have remembered that he saw Danny and myself conversing on friendly terms outside the school." Supplied the phantom smoothly as he set himself down on the floor before the three of them, "But, apparently he has remembered and is blackmailing Danny to let him hang round with the three of you so that he can get a chance to meet me personally." A grin, "I really had no idea I had such dedicated fans."

"Well, what’s he gonna tell everyone if you throw him out? That Danny was seen talking to Danny Phantom? Big deal, no one’ll believe him." Said Sam as she studied the phantom.
Danny blinked, "Um, it’s not that simple. Dash is…" he fumbled over his words, "Ah, Phantom tried to erase his memory and, well, obviously that didn’t work… but…"

"What my dear human side is trying to say," reiterated the phantom, resting his chin on his hand, "Is that I filled Dash’s mind with philosophy in order to have him forget about what he’d seen, and because of this his IQ seems to have risen slightly."

Danny caught the odd look the phantom was giving him, and realized that he was supposed to be going a long with it, "Right!" he agreed, a tad to brightly, "That’s it, so yeah… we have to be careful until we can figure out a way to actually get rid of Dash’s memory of that… moment."

Sam and Tucker stared at him for a long while.

Danny’s stomach sank slightly, were they going to believe him?

"Alright, fine." Grouched Sam, picking at one of her nails, "I guess the jerk can hang out with us until you find away to vaporize that little brain of his into mush."

Danny sweat-dropped, "Uh, right. Okay." Well, he hadn’t been planning on taking it that far… but still.

"See, dude, you could have told us that straight away." Said Tucker with a grin as he flicked on his PDA and started tapping the buttons, "Do you know why you’re separated?

Do you know how to fix it?"

The phantom’s gaze was suddenly not all that friendly, "There is nothing to fix." He hissed, tone almost impossible to hear.

"What was that?" asked Tucker, glancing up.

Danny cringed, "Nothing! He said nothing! Ah, no! I don’t know why we’re separated, the day before yesterday he just kind of appeared." A nervous glance at the phantom, "And uh…whilst he’s um…here…" he gestured with his hand, "I can’t go ghost."

"At _all_?" asked Sam, slightly stupefied.

"No, not at all. Um, not when he’s here, ‘cause, I can’t turn into him." Danny rubbed the back of his neck, "Found that out the hard way." He added under his breath, and then a thought came to him, "Hey, can I still go ghost when you’re… not here?"

"You mean when I’m inside you?"
The wicked grin sent in Danny’s direction was anything but comforting and he just knew what his ghost half was thinking of, "Yeah." He mumbled, fighting a blush that threatened to rise.

"But of course." The phantom said pleasantly, "Want to see?" And before any of the three of them could answer he had spun around and dived right into Danny’s body.

"Wha?!" shrieked Danny, the force of the almost-collision sending him flat onto his back again.

There was silence.

"Where’d he go?" asked Tucker, looking Danny up and down and pulling his friend back into a sitting position, "Is he inside your head? Has he possessed you?"
Danny patted himself down, fully aware of both his friends’ keen and assessing gazes and he frowned, bewildered, "I feel the same as I did a few minutes ago. It’s like he’s just vanished… I feel perfectly-" he stopped speaking as a plume of familiar smoke passed between his lips, "- normal." He finished lamely.

There was a high pitched scream of terror from directly below their feet.

"Oh God, Dash!" exclaimed Danny, remembering the blonde they’d left sitting down in the kitchen. "Right, I’m going ghost!" and true to the phantom’s words, the familiar white rings appeared and swept across his body, changing his usual clothes in the standard uniform. He half expected to be able to feel different, because he’d turned into his phantom side, but it felt the same as always. "Uh, you two stay here!" he cried as he fazed himself into transparency and dived through the floor.

As he passed through the ceiling to his kitchen he was hit full in the face with a long thin beam of white energy. It burned hotly where it made contact and he gave a startled yelp as he was bourn along by the force of the blow and smashed into the side of his wall.

"Man, it is way too early in the morning for this!" he complained as he picked himself up, lifting his head to glare at the new enemy.

"Danny Phantom!" squeaked a voice, and Danny turned to see Dash cowering under the kitchen table, his eyes wide with fright, "You gotta do something!" And Danny scowled down at him, wondering just where the egotistical blackmailing jerk from this morning had gone. The shift in his attention however was all that the new enemy needed.

Danny felt something heavy slam into his side and send him careening back into one of the hard wooden chairs next to the table, it splintered under his light weight and he went down, hard. "Urgh…" he grunted, looking up as a shadow suddenly bore down on him.

The ghost wasn’t really anything, it was more of a meld of different things, of shadows and light and ectoplasm. A pair of cruel red eyes locked onto him from the depths of a hood, the eyes blurred, like a flame caught in the wind and parts of the shadow reformed into a hand that reached out, "The halfa…" hissed a chilling voice… "The halfa…"

"Yeah, that’s me." Danny snapped as he rolled to the side and jumped to his feet, "So sorry we can’t get properly introduced." And he flung his white gloved hands outwards. A stream of pulsing green energy slammed into the shadowy mass.
And was absorbed.

"What the-"

A sheet of pure white light crushed Danny against the front door, restricting his movement and a long thin shadow snaked out from the ghost, taking a form and then changing continuously so that it resembled nothing and everything at the same time. "…ssss…" whispered the ghost, collapsing in on its self, the eyes vanishing as it just became part of the shadows in the room, "… try harder than that…"

Danny struggled, but to his dismay he couldn’t budge under the sheet of light, it was like a slab of concrete that he couldn’t phase through, no matter how hard he tried. He was trapped there as the shadows around him crept closer and closer. His eyes darted to Dash but the blonde wasn’t going to be much help. Closing his eyes, he sucked in a deep breath, "Sam! Tucker! HELP!" and the sheet pressed harder against him, constricting him.

"HEY!"

Danny’s eyes snapped to the doorway to the stairs, relieved to see Sam standing there with one of his dad’s anti-ghost guns. The beam of green light from the barrel of the silver weapon crashed into the side of the bulk of shadows. There was a painful crack and the thing dropped the shield it held against Danny, backing off slightly.

"Yeah, I’ve got plenty more where that came from!" the goth girl hollered as she hopped down the last few steps and fired off another round, "Get away from him!"

The shadow hissed at her threateningly and the eyes reappeared, red and beady in the darkness.

Danny leant against the wall, breathing hard, sucking mouthfuls of air into his lungs as he steadied himself. It had felt like his ribs were going to shatter inside his chest, it was an experience he had no desire whatsoever to revisit.

"Danny! I have the thermos!" shouted Tucker as he skidded onto the scene, said thermos held aloft, "CATCH!" and with all his strength he threw the device.

Danny leapt into the air, hand extended to catch it only to feel something tighten around his ankle and pull him back down to the ground with a vicious tug. The thermos clattered to the floor several feet away and rolled to a stop in front of Dash.

"Little boys shouldn’t play with toys that are dangerous…" hissed the shadow, fending off the beams from Sam’s weapon valiantly, "If you insist… ssss… on making this difficult…"

Danny struggled to turn over, swiping at the shadows that were now crawling up his legs, "Get off me!" he shouted, and then: "Tucker! Get the thermos!"

"I would, but I’m having my own problems!" Tucker called back.

Danny looked and saw his friend suspended upside down my several long tentacles made out of black stringy ectoplasm. Danny struggled harder, the need to save his friends extra-ordinarily strong as he thrashed, trying to dislodge the strange enemy’s appendages. "What is it gonna take to get you to LET GO?!" he roared, firing several bright green shots from the palm of his hands, only to have the shadows swallow them whole. "This is so NOT good." He rolled onto his stomach as he felt his legs get trapped together, almost immobile, "DASH!" he called desperately, hoping that Dash’s fan-boy attitude was enough to get him to help, "The thermos! Open the thermos!"

Danny was too busy fighting against his blanket of shadows to even properly focus on the blonde’s words of, "This dorky thing here?"

"Yes! Open it!" shouted Sam from across the way, jumping over a destroyed chair and firing a round at the tentacles that had taken Tucker hostage, "OPEN THE DAMN THERMOS!"
Danny sucked in a deep breath as the shadows reached his mouth and cut of his oxygen. He thrashed, hands wrapped in the inky black stuff, unable to get free and his panic levels rising rapidly when -

"Aiyee!" A soft thud followed the cry.

The shadows vanished.

Tucker landed heavily on top of the kitchen table, his elbow knocking over what was left of the milk.

Danny struggled to his feet, finally free and looked wildly around, and aside from looking like a bomb had hit it, there was nothing to suggest that a ghost had ever even been in the kitchen. "What the hell just happened?!" he demanded, taking stock.

Sam was breathing heavily, the gun still raised to her chest.

Dash was still sat under the table and the thermos was clutched tightly in his hands.

Danny blinked, "Dash, did you- did you open the thermos?"

"You told me to!"

Tucker, Sam and Danny all exchanged odd and disbelieving looks.

"Right, so I did." Danny sighed, wiping white hair from his face, "So, uh, yeah…"

Dash looked down at the thermos and then sniffed and placed it on the floor, "Whatever, this morning is way too weird for my tastes, I am SO outta here." He scrambled to his feet, clutching a book possessively to his chest, "Tell Fenton when he gets out of hiding that I’ll see him at school tomorrow."

Danny scowled, "So, you’re just going to leave?" He found it extremely hard to believe that the blonde, who had been so insistent less than half an hour ago about meeting him, or at least his phantom side, in person, was ready to just leave when the person he so wished to meet was right in front of him. "Didn’t you want to meet me, or something?"

Dash smiled cheerfully, walking over to him, "And I have." He held out his hand, "Nice to meet you."

Danny looked at Dash warily and then reached out to take his hand and shake it. "Likewise." He said stiffly, "Thanks for your help."

"No problem. No problem. I’m sure I’ll see you around." And with that Dash walked straight out of the front door, closing it behind him.

"Is it me, or was that too weird for words?" asked Danny, still staring at the door.

"I am officially creeped out." Added Sam as she let the gun fall to the table, stooping to pick the thermos.

"And I’m officially covered in milk." Said Tucker grumpily as he swiped the thermos from Sam, "You bet this ghost is the one that trashed the library?" he said, holding it up slightly.

"Hey, speaking of books, did you notice Dash had one when he left? I’m pretty sure he didn’t have it when he invited himself in this morning." Danny floated over to the window and looked out into the street, scowling when he couldn’t see the other teen anywhere.

"Maybe… the ghost possessed a book, and when it got zapped by the thermos, it left the book behind?" Opined Sam helpfully as she helped Tucker down from the table, "I’m just concerned that your ghost powers didn’t seem to have much of an effect on that thing. Whatever it was."

Tucker looked down at the thermos, "Yeah, well, being hung upside down is something I don’t really want to do again."

Danny wriggled his fingers slightly before he rubbed them against his trousers, trying to ease a tingling sensation in the palm of his hand, "Well, whatever, the ghost is gone now and I can’t believe that Dash-"

"Hang on!"

"What?" asked Sam, leaning over Tucker’s shoulder as he held the thermos at arm’s length and eyes it critically, before pointing at the little dim light on the side of the metal canister, "So, the lights not on, what’s that mean again?"
"It means- gyah!"

Sam and Tucker whirled around as a blinding light suddenly sent Danny tumbling to his knees, human again as his phantom side crashed into the wall.

Danny winced, his knees stinging as he looked up at his ghost form, now half embedded in the wall, "What the hell was that?"

The phantom looked dazed, "I… I don’t know…" he shook his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts and looked down, "Well, this is a bizarre twist."

The other three followed his wry gaze down and saw that instead of his legs, the phantom only had his semi-transparent ghostly tail, and it flicked and curled idly in the stillness of the room. "What’s so odd about that?" asked Danny, bracing himself on his hands and pushing himself to his feet, "I can will myself to do that when I’m you all the time."

The phantom’s smile was dry, "Yes, but I can’t seem to change back." The tail flicked again, decidedly agitated. "It’s like I don’t have the energy."

"What could have caused that?" asked Sam leaving Tucker and coming to stand by Danny, surreptitiously checking him over for wounds, "Is that why you materialized again? Because you don’t have the energy?"

"Guys, GUYS!"

The three of them looked back at Tucker who was waving the thermos at them frantically, "Oh!" Danny smacked a hand to his forehead, "The thermos!" he grabbed it away from Tucker and examined it himself, "You’re right… the light is off!"

"Don’t leave me hanging here…" complained Sam, "What does it mean?"

"It means the thermos is empty." Answered the ghost softly, now floating over them with a slight frown, "There’s no ghost inside."

"What?" asked Sam incredulously, "But there has to be, Dash opened it! He said he did! And…"

"Dash!" cried Danny suddenly.

"Eh?" this came from Tucker.

"Dash, Tucker! Dash was way too calm when he left! The ghost must have pretended to get caught but instead entered Dash’s body!" Danny spun around, but a sudden wave of dizziness overcame him and he careened to the side.

"Whoa… easy now…"

Danny looked up and found his phantom form staring down at him with a smile, "Um, thanks…" he murmured as the ghost lifted him back to his feet, "I don’t understand what happened, it’s like… BAM! Instant exhaustion." He leaned against the table, "But now it’s passed. Weird." He shook his head and waved a hand at his friends, "Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s nothing. Anyway, the ghost! If it possessed Dash then… we just let it walk out of here!"

"But, if the ghost had possessed Dash, wouldn’t it have just kept on attacking?" frowned Sam, "Wait… he shook your hand before he left, and now the both of you are tired. That cannot be a coincidence." She held her hand to Danny’s forehead, "You do feel kind of warm." She grabbed his hand and looked at it, "It doesn’t look any different, maybe it’s because you were wearing gloves at the time…"

"That’s it!" Tucker declared, the light of knowledge coming into his eyes, "That thing, that ghost, was immune to Danny’s ghost attacks, but not to the anti-ghost weapons. If anything, it just seemed to absorb all the ghostly energy that was thrown at it, so maybe, if it really did possess Dash, then maybe when he shook your hand, he absorbed your energy, both Danny Fenton’s and Danny Phantom’s." he looked between the two of them, "What kind of ghost could absorb another’s energy?"

Danny shrugged, and glanced at the phantom, "You know?"

A shake of the head, "No, but I really don’t like the idea. The only thing I've seen that it's even slightly like it is Johnny 13's bad luck shadow..."

"We have to go and find Dash, we have to stop that ghost otherwise who knows what might happen!" Danny started to head towards the door, "We don’t even know what he wants; it could be anything from the destruction of mankind to complete world domination."

"Always with the world domination, huh?" asked Tucker, pulling his PDA out of his pocket.

"Uh huh, yeah, and what do you think you’ll be able to accomplish, Danny?" asked Sam, moving to block his view, arms crossed and one foot tapping, "We’ve established that he really doesn’t get hurt by your powers, and you’re tired enough as it is, so if anyone’s gonna go and find Dash it’ll be me and Tuck."

Tucker looked up, "It will?"

"Yes. It will." Sam’s eyes narrowed in his direction.

"I mean, it will. Of course it will." Replied Tucker swiftly, "Right so, you two stay here, we’ll take a few of your dad’s weapons and stuff, the ones that actually work, and we’ll go check out Dash’s house." He picked up the gun off the table and shoved it into the waistband of his jeans, "It’s best if you two stay here and try to find out if anything was missing from the library."

"I’m not sure if the ghost we just got attacked by was the one from the library…" began Danny, but the stare he received off the phantom made him think otherwise, "Uh… hang on, you can’t just leave us here! What if you get attacked, huh? What then?"

"Then we’ll fire a few shots and run like hell." Answered Sam, picking up another gun from the counter on the side, only in the Fenton house were weapons the standard accessories of every room, "Besides, it’s not like either of you will be any help."

"Actually, I could probably-" began the phantom.

"You stay here and look after Danny." Ordered Sam as she turned to open the door, "If the library incident and this one are connected, we’re going to need to know what book is missing, and we obviously can’t do both ourselves." She gestured with her head for Tucker to go outside and the boy did, without question, "If we can’t find him, or anything spooky going on then we’ll be back in an hour, right?"

"But-"

"No buts." She snapped, stashing the gun she held in her pocket, "We’re on cell if we need you, besides; this place is the best place to be in case of a ghost attack." A few raised eyebrows in her direction, "Okay, it usually is, aside from this morning. But you know how to utilize most of this equipment if the ghost comes back here, right?" Nods all around, "And remember, me and Tuck are on cell if _you_ need _us_."

The door closed behind the two of them with a decisive click.

Danny turned to his phantom side, "She can get pretty bossy."

"You know you like being told what to do." The phantom shot back, arching his eyebrows.
Danny chose to deliberately ignore the obvious innuendo in the words, "So, who’s gonna do what?" When he received a blank look in return he elaborated with, "Well, the kitchen is a mess, one of us has to clean whilst the other checks the internet for that missing book."

The phantom blinked, "I’ll check the internet, and you can do the manual labor." Danny felt a frisson of irritation spike through him as he heard the words, but grumbling he nodded and bent down to pick up one of the knocked over kitchen chairs, "Maybe you could wear one of those cute little aprons as well."

"That could be a deal breaker." Danny grouched, standing up, "And just where is everyone, anyway?"

The phantom snorted, pulling down one of the many laptops kept in the Fenton kitchen, "Jazz is at a college open day, there was a note on the door before it got blown off in all the excitement and your parents are off at an all day conference about the appeal of ghosts to the younger generation."

Danny choked, "Wha- what?"

"Trust me when I say the irony of the situation is not lost on me.(1)" Returned the phantom, flicking up the screen to the laptop on the side counter, because the table was still covered with milk, and pressing the power on switch.

Danny made an odd noise half way between a snort and a huff as he picked up the remains of the other fallen chair and deposited them into the bin. It looked like he was going to be the one stuck with doing all the work. It made him kind of angry to realize that he was the girl in the relationship. God, he was a proper little house wife. He cursed under his breath and moved to get the broom.

It wasn’t long before Danny felt the prickling sensation of the phantom’s gaze on him as he worked, "You’re supposed to be researching that library book." He snipped over his shoulder as he bent down to wipe up some spilled milk with a cloth.

"I can’t help it. You look so enticing."

Danny couldn’t help but twitch slightly, "How the heck does me cleaning look enticing to you? How many hormones do you have? Are you a nymphomaniac, or what?" He dropped the cloth into the sink and turned on the taps, waiting patiently for the basin to fill with water.

"It’s you Danny; you’re a drug, an addiction. I can’t get enough of you."

"Uh huh." Danny turned off the taps and reached over to get a scrubbing brush from the draining board, "Just pass me those two bowls off the table, would you? I have to wash them as well, seeing as washing up is one of my chores."

The phantom floated over quietly and deposited the two bowls and the spoons that went with them in the sink, "Here." a hand brushed the back of Danny’s neck affectionately, "You know, we _are_ all alone now…"

Danny moved away from the touch, "You’re supposed to be checking out the library thing, not trying to get into my pants." A hand slid around his waist, "Will you stop that?" he demanded crossly, shooting his white haired double a glare.

"Come on Danny, no one’s around. No one will be back for hours…"

Danny stiffened, reflecting on how many times he had told the other to stop and had been ignored. If the phantom wanted something then nothing was going to stand in his way. His gaze flickered down and he focused on the warm water now in the sink. "Look, I’m not having sex with you. Sam and Tucker are off risking there lives and I’m supposed to be cleaning up…" a thought dawned on Danny suddenly and he said, in the most wicked voice he could imagine, "Besides, aren’t you incapable of such activity anyway?" he glanced over his shoulder, "I mean, you don’t have legs."

There was a silence and Danny felt remarkably pleased with himself, knowing that he was right until-

"That sounds like a challenge."

Danny gave a surprised yelp as he felt himself lifted into the air and thrown across the table. His back cracked painfully against the wood as he landed and he hissed in pain, looking up in time to see the phantom rise up over him, tail flicking restlessly.

"Wh…what are you doing?"

The phantom’s glowing eyes stared down at him, "There are many ways for me to make love to you."

Danny really wasn’t comfortable with where the conversation was going, his own eyes fixed on the ghostly tail that had now taken to teasingly flicking against his crotch. "Um… I really don’t think now is the time…"

"You don’t get to decide." Was the firm response as the phantom’s hands fastened around Danny’s wrists, pinning them above his head. "Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself."

"I’m not really worried about _that_-" began Danny, before snapping his mouth shut and hissing as the phantom’s tail flicked open the button to his jeans easily, "Wait- wait! I don’t feel comfortable doing it on the kitchen table!"
"You’ll feel comfortable soon enough." Was the reply.

"Why does it always feel like I’m asking you to stop?" sighed Danny, already partially giving into the inevitable, he had learned through experience it was probably a lot better to go with the flow. When the phantom didn’t reply Danny lifted his head to lock gazes with his lover, "So, um… how’re you going to do this?"

"So submissive…" purred the phantom, leaning down to trail his tongue along Danny’s jaw, "I like that." He pressed a kiss to Danny’s lips, tugging at the bottom one with his teeth, "And I’m going to fuck you with my tail…"

Danny shivered and bucked automatically against the other as the tip if the tail pushed itself into the top of his boxers, "B…but-" he gasped out, struggling slightly against the hands that held him as he felt the cool slick tail tug at his clothes, slowly pulling them away from his body and baring his skin to the kitchen.

"Shh…" whispered the phantom, lowering himself to press his chest against Danny’s "It’ll be wild, trust me." He released one of Danny’s wrists and used the now free hand to finish tugging off the blue pants.

"Hmm…" Danny hummed as the phantom kissed him again, a cool hand ghosting over his rapidly growing erection, "A… ah…"

Danny felt something cool and wet stroke the underside of his length and he hissed loudly and automatically bent his legs. The weight of the phantom on his stomach was making his breaths come in harsh gasps, it was comforting and arousing at the same time.

"Perfect…" breathed the phantom, peppering kisses across Danny’s skin, tongue darted out every now and then to taste the beads of sweat that were beginning to gather.
Danny’s words were unintelligible as he felt the phantom’s tail slip down further between his thighs, and the tip touched gently at his entrance. Danny moaned at the sensation and his hips tried to move upwards on their own accord.

"So eager." Smiled the phantom.

Danny’s eyes closed as he felt the slick tip slide into him slightly. "Um…"

The tail slid in deeper suddenly, and it kept pressing in, having no real limit to its length. The cold end brushed wetly against Danny’s prostate.

"There we go." Murmured the phantom, his fingers linking with Danny’s.

"Ph…ah!" Danny’s heels dug into the rough surface of the table as a bolt of pleasure swamped his senses suddenly. The tail stilled and slowly the sensation faded. Danny gritted his teeth, bucking slightly, "More…" he half demanded, half pleaded, "Please…" He thrashed beneath the phantom’s light weight as the slick tail began to piston slowly in and out. "Mmm… guh…" His spine arched in time to the steady movement, the fingers of his left hand tightening around the phantom’s as he used his other arm to reach out timidly and brush his fingertips against the other’s clothed chest.

"Mmm." Purred the phantom, pleased, "Yes, touch me…"

Danny pressed the palm of his hand against the other’s abdomen, encouraged by the words and stroked the covered skin slowly in an upwards fashion. When his fingers grazed the phantom’s right nipple a shudder ran through the ghost’s upper body and it was carried down into the tail, causing it to vibrate gently as it moved.

Danny flung his head back at the sensation, and gave a long croaky howl, "Oh my god…" he cried, repeating the action with his hands to get the same vibration to travel down the tail’s pulsing length again, "A…ah…!" the phantom chuckled softly in his ear, curling his tail slightly on the next thrust. Danny let out a shrill scream, his muscles tightening, "God, please... yes… phantom…"

"I’m so good to you."

The tail’s length thickened suddenly and Danny raised his head to lick at the phantom’s neck, his hand slamming to the table edge to fasten around it tightly in an effort to keep himself stable, "Uh... p-please…" a hiss, "Please, please, please, please, please- Ngh! Ah!" the tail throbbed inside him, pressing against his inner muscles as it pumped back and forth quickly.

Danny’s mouth opened as the phantom’s lips brushed against his and a cold tongue quested the inside violently. The phantom’s hand closed around Danny’s arousal, pumping quickly in time with his tails thrusts, making a contented sound in the back of his throat as he noticed Danny’s legs beginning to tremble.

"You see how good it feels?" the phantom asked, pulling his mouth away from Danny’s in time to hear a throaty cry of pleasure, "You’re nearly done now." The tail flicked idly inside him, vibrating slightly as the pace increased.

"Uh… ah… yes! Yes, yes! Phantom!" Danny’s insides suddenly clenched around the still pumping tail, and he came all over the table, his eyes clenched shut and his breath coming in fast gasping sobs.

In the aftermath the phantom pressed his lips to Danny’s clammy forehead and smiled, "See? I don’t let anything stop me."

Danny’s eyes cracked open as the tail withdrew, "B-but…you didn’t…"

The phantom smiled lazily, one hand going up under Danny’s shirt and stroking the bare skin, "I am ill equipped to find my own release at this point in time." To prove his point the tail swiped across the table, gathering some of the spilled come on its half transparent edge, "I have only a tail." The tail waved lazily at Danny.
Danny sighed, letting his eyes fall closed again.

They snapped open a second later when he felt the damp tip of the tail pushing against his lips.

"Taste yourself." The phantom commanded in a low voice, prodding at the closed mouth repeatedly.

Danny blinked and opened his mouth obediently. The tail slid in and curled about his tongue, and he could taste the sharp salty flavor of his own come, and he flushed, humiliated despite himself. He tried to move his head away but the tail followed. Danny gave a soft whimper in the back of his throat, followed by a noise of protest as the tail started to move in and out of his mouth. It was distracting and erotic at the same time and Danny wanted it to stop.

It made him angry that the other took advantage of him again, and though it wasn’t rape he felt a swell of irritation at the fact he’d specifically told the other he wasn’t in the mood. With a wrench he pulled his head away, "Don’t."

The phantom blinked, and then lowered his head to peer at Danny’s face closely, "I must have worn you out, your eyes look kind of bloodshot." He paused and looked set to continue but a loud beep from the laptop distracted the ghost, "It looks like the search I did of the national libraries’ inventories has finished." He said simply, sliding off Danny and heading over to the side counter.

Danny laid there, half hating and half welcoming the lack of weight on his chest. The table was sticky beneath him and his trousers and underwear were strewn on the floor by one of the chairs. He turned his head slightly to glance at the white locks of the phantom’s hair as his ghost side’s hands danced over the keyboard. "And you say I’m not your whore…" he muttered under his breath as he pulled himself up and off the table and began to collect his clothes.

He couldn’t understand why he was so angry about it. He’d wanted it, hadn’t he? But then, it wasn’t supposed to be possible at all. He picked up a cloth from the table and wiped himself down, still numb. How could the phantom have such an effect on him? He hated that he could be reduced to a writhing mess in seconds by the other’s touch while the ghost didn’t even seem that bothered.

"So, are there any books missing?" he asked, having to clear his throat, pulling a face at the taste in his mouth.

The phantom’s hands paused, "Well, there is one book that has so far gone unaccounted for."

"Oh? And what’s that?" Back on with his boxers and jeans.

"The Philosophy of Ghosts by Franz Kafka." A snort, "Oh, isn’t that just fabulous." The laptop was slammed closed and the phantom turned to look at him, "Well, there’s no doubt in my mind now. The ghost from the library is definitely the one that was here." The ghostly green eyes rolled up to the ceiling, "Dash must have woken something up on his hunt for philosophy."

"Huh, I wonder whose fault that is." Danny spat out sarcastically, starting to methodically wipe down the table top, "See? Why couldn’t you just leave everything alone? It’s entirely your fault."

The phantom stared at him, one eyebrow quirked, "What’s wrong with you? Why are you in such a mood, I would have thought you’d be more agreeable, if anything."

"Urgh! I’m fed up with people assuming things! I am not agreeable, I am not weak! I am not just someone who is content to be walked all over!" Danny’s hands waved in the air angrily as he threw down the cloth he had been holding. "This- this whole mess! Dash, this ghost, YOU! Why is it happening? Why can’t you just go away?"

The phantom to his credit did seem genuinely confused, "How could I go away? I’m part of you."

"No you’re not! You say you are but you’re not! I know you’re not! Because I would _never_ do what you’ve done. If someone asked me to stop something, I would!" as he shouted the words, Danny’s anger continued to rise and it was making his head hurt. A dull throb leaked across his forehead as he scowled angrily across the kitchen table, "You know what? You can clean up and do everything else, because I’m going to go to bed!" and for added measure, "WITHOUT YOU!"

The phantom winced at the sound of the door slamming, and Danny’s incensed footsteps stomping up the stairs, "What the hell?" he murmured to the empty kitchen, "Did I miss something?"

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(1) I know I've read this line somewhere before... but I can't think where! If you know me then tell me so I can credit who though it up. Dx I know its in a DP fanfic somewhere...
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