Small Problems
-Chapter 2-

He never expected to wake up after the Fenton Crammer ordeal, or at least, not still alive. Danny lifted a hand weakly and brought it in front of his face for analysis. It was not broken, bloody, or otherwise injured in any major way. But it was definitely human. Danny brought his shaky fingers to rest on his neck vein. Apparently, he had a pulse, too. What the heck was going on? Shouldn't he be dead by now?

A gentle warm wind brushed against his body soothingly. He closed eyes, taking deep breaths and laying his hands on his chest and stomach. Maybe it was all a dream? Perhaps none of what happened actually happened. A tiny smile worked its way onto Danny's face.

"Fenton," A voice, deeper and louder than it had any right to be, spoke. Danny felt another gush of wind tussle his hair and clothes. He opened his eyes bleakly and turned, eyes adjusting...

"What the &*$%!" Danny stared wide eyed at two twin floating pools of blue, a pool of black swirling within their centers. Each was as large as about half his body height. It took him a moment longer to realize that what he was staring at were, in fact, eyes. He swore again upon realization.

"Fenton?" the voice repeated. Danny moved his eyes until he found the giant red lips moving in the syllables of his name. His human name. His eyes snapped back up to look at the face of the giant, realizing for the first time that the giant was in reality, Dash Baxter. Oh crud, oh crud, oh crud...

"Dash?" he ventured, not sure at all if Dash could hear him at the volume he spoke. Danny fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

"How...?"

Giant Dash's lips quirked into a soft smile, revealing large teeth that did nothing to make Danny feel safer.

"Casual Friday, Fenton?" he countered instead.

Danny twisted his eyes back to Dash's face, another realization forming in his brain. Dash knew. This wasn't just another dream. This was...

He chanced a glance around. He was still on the lab table, shrunk down in size, near some sort of wreckage. Skulker was no where to be seen. But there was something else off with this picture besides discovering he was still only inches tall...

"Where's the Fenton Crammer?"

To his credit, Dash managed to make his face appear rather sheepish, not at all taunting or mocking of his 'little' situation. Giant Dash placed a hand behind his head and scratched the back of his scalp.

"It um... kind of... exploded?"

Danny stared uncomprehendingly at the blond for a moment, disbelief written on his face.

"...what?"