Edit: This story is now complete, and I'm not going to lie- I think it might be the best fic I've ever written. So enjoy this bad boy, for my sake!

Hi DP fans!

Fair warning: This story involves the intake of mushrooms. If you're thinking gasp, drugs are bad! then do I have news for you. I'm gonna say exactly what Sam says in the story: Mushrooms have a bad rep because of the media, because of the government, and because of the warped ideals that Western Culture has perpetuated in their society. They are 100% safe, physically and mentally. In fact they are proven to actually help cure several mental illnesses. Besides, humans have been eating mushrooms for thousands of years before the U.S. government decided that they were oh-so-terrible.

And on top of that, they are fucking FUN. And life-altering. You have not lived if you have not tried them. That is all. *steps off soapbox*

(Also, if you're thinking that doing shrooms is out of character for Sam, I have some more news for you. She's a vegetarian, animal loving, nature obsessed, tree hugger who hates the government and conforming to society. She is essentially a hippie, and she is exactly the kind of person that would do mushrooms.)

If you don't agree with my view on mushrooms, read this story anyway! It's really good even if you don't approve!

Fun fact about the title for those who don't know: psilocybin is the main chemical in magic mushrooms, the chemical that makes you trip.

Chapter One

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"This is probably the dumbest thing you've ever done," Tucker stated simply.

"You mean the smartest," Sam corrected dreamily.

The two of them gazed onward at the scene before them with shared amusement, having already given up all hopes of reigning Danny in.

"I feel like we should help him," Tucker said, as a man in a white suit raised a formidable gun to his shoulder and aimed it at Danny, who hovered some thirty feet above him.

"I think he's handling it."

"In the loosest possible sense of the phrase," Tucker snorted.

They were both right. A snowball the size of a small boulder buried the agent before he could squeeze out a shot at the ghost. The air rang with Danny's laughter when he doubled over in midair, clutching his sides. The public park looked like a storybook winter wonderland, and ten other agents stood scattered across the snow, pounding their fists against the inside of their hollow icy prisons, each shaped to look like snowmen.

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Earlier that day Danny had woken to a sparkling clean apartment. "Did I forget it was my birthday or something?" he said as he looped his arms around Sam's waist in the kitchen, where she was scrubbing the last of the dishes at the sink.

"Nope," she replied. "Just wanted the apartment to be spotless today." She smiled enigmatically.

"Okay, what are you planning?"

"Don't be so paranoid, Danny." But her sly smile didn't disappear. "Want some tea? It finished boiling a few minutes ago." The whistling had been what had woken him up.

"Yeah sure." He opened the fridge, yawning lazily. But Sam leaned against the door, pushing it closed.

"Don't eat just yet." Don't ask why, don't ask why.

"What? Why?"

"I uh…" she faltered. "Was gonna take you out for breakfast in a bit. I thought we could relax today."

Danny narrowed his eyes at her. "Okay what am I forgetting? It's definitely not our anniversary."

"Your paranoia is showing again. Can't I just surprise you for no reason? I thought we could relax today since we both have the day off. Plus, it is summer solstice," she added, pointing to the calendar. "I thought we could be pagans today and celebrate the longest day of the year, the way the ancients did." Her eye twinkled when she said that, and Danny still wasn't convinced she was innocent of some sort of plot.

She busied herself with the tea kettle, pouring them each a steaming mug. Danny is so easy to fool, she thought to herself.

He noted that she'd broken out the monster sized mugs that he'd bought for coffee during their first college finals week, when they hadn't wanted to bother with that teacup-sized bullshit.

"I want mint tea, I think," Danny said, pulling that flavor down from the shelf.

"I want you to try this new mix of flavors," Sam said. "Sorry I already added it to your water. You'll like it, I promise." She'd used the do-it-yourself teabags that let you put in your own tealeaves.

"What flavor?" Danny said, taking his mug from the countertop.

"Just try it," she said, sipping at her own and enjoying the mix of special tea flavors that she had perfected to cover up the taste of what they were actually drinking.

Danny drank. It was actually delicious. The flavor was very heavy. He usually preferred lighter flavors but this one worked well. It was like raspberry chocolate almost, with a hint of honey, and under that there was a stranger flavor that he couldn't put his finger on. He didn't know what it was but he really liked how it all went together. He peered into the mug at the teabag, and saw that the tealeaves inside were a mixture of dark and white, and were strangely… chunky. Gross, but whatever.

Sam, meanwhile, was putting on music in the adjacent living room, humming to herself. She plugged her iPod into the surround sound, setting it on shuffle on the playlist she had already prepared. It was an assortment of all hers and Danny's favorite songs.

When Danny wandered into the living room clutching his half-empty mug he found Sam lounging in the armchair, gazing happily out the window. "What is up with you this morning?" he said in amusement. She was acting funny, whether she admitted it to him or not.

Sam patted the spot next to her on the armchair- it was cushy and wide enough for them to sit comfortably side by side. It had been a housewarming gift from Jazz when he'd first moved in with Sam last year. Sam threw her legs up on Danny's lap, leaning back against the arm of the chair. "Don't get mad," she said abruptly, flashing him a coy look.

Danny thought he should've known this was an apology for something, if it wasn't his birthday. "Okay what did you do?"

"Finish your tea," she said, her grin only growing wider.

"What do you…" Danny peered into his mug. "Sam. What did you put in here."

Sam had to fight to suppress a giggle. "You said you wanted to try it," she defended. "You never said when… So I thought now was as good a time as any."

"Oh Sam, you didn't."

"Sorry, I totally did. Actually I'm not even sorry." Her grin stretched ear to ear. "It's probably going to start kicking in say, about fifteen minutes from now."

Danny was in a state of total shock. "You could have warned me!" he scolded.

"I did. I've been buttering you up for this for weeks," she said, folding her arms. "Don't worry, Danny. This is going to be the best day of your life. Just… finish your tea. And relax."

She really was too clever for his own good, Danny had to give her that. He didn't even know you could even make a kind of tea out of mushrooms. That sly, sly dog. It was true, she had been buttering him up about this ever since he'd found out a couple months ago that Sam was partial to magic mushrooms. He had completely flipped his lid at first. Obviously, because drugs are bad. That's what he'd always learned. But once she explained herself… his opinion had changed.

Sam could see the wheels turning in Danny's mind as he contemplated his half-finished tea. She knew he wasn't angry; she had converted him already months ago. Once she'd explained, there was no way he couldn't be converted. Because he trusted her, and she was right. Mushrooms had a bad rep because of the media, because of the government, because of the warped ideals that Western Culture had perpetuated in their society. The thing was, they weren't dangerous at all, physically or mentally. In fact they were proven to actually help cure several mental illnesses. Besides, humans had been eating mushrooms for thousands of years before the U.S. government decided that they were oh-so-terrible.

On top of that, mushrooms were fucking awesome.

The last concern Danny had expressed was a stupid, noble one.

"What if something happens?" he had said with worry coloring his voice. "What if there's a ghost attack and I'm needed?"

Sam had scoffed. "Danny Phantom can take one day off. Between your parents and Valerie, the city will be totally fine." He had looked reassured after that.

And that's why neither of them were surprised when Danny finished drinking his tea.

However, neither of them had the foresight to wonder what kind of effect mushrooms would have on Danny's other nonhuman half. For a person's first trip on mushrooms they were only supposed to eat 1/16 of an ounce, otherwise the experience can be overwhelming and unpleasant. So that's how much Sam had put in each of their teas. She never would have guessed that Danny's curious anatomy would respond so strongly to the psilocybin chemical, or she would have given him much, much less.

Sam knew Danny must be starting to feel it when she stood up and the room seemed to loom around her twice as large as normal. The light coming in from the balcony was especially blue, and when she looked over at the kitchen it seemed to glow orange through their colored drapes.

The first thing Danny noticed was that all the lights in the room seemed to gradually grow brighter. He was gazing at the tiny blue light that meant their surround sound speaker was "on," and as he watched the light seemed to refract and tiny rays glittered outward, like the reflection of a streetlight in a puddle. "Wow... wow!" He didn't realize he had spoken aloud. He also didn't realize he was already much farther along in the 'coming up' process than Sam, whose anatomy was responding to the mushrooms correctly.

Sam pulled Danny to his feet. "It really hits you once you stand up," she informed him, and hit him it did. When she pulled him up he kept rising a little, hovering a few inches from the floor.

"You look… really tall!" Sam said, biting back a laugh. Perception was a lie in the world of mushrooms. Glancing at his feet she realized it wasn't just the drugs talking, he was actually floating, and she fell into a fit of laughter.

Each of them felt a deep vibration all through their veins, a sort of restless physical manifestation of emotion coursing through them, combined with the uncontrollable feeling that absolutely everything was hilarious. Normally the come-up would take thirty to forty minutes, but with the tea that strange time was all condensed into a short period of around fifteen minutes. The two of them roamed aimlessly around their living room, hearing the music while not really hearing it, letting the wave wash over them.

Sam was staring out the window, mesmerized by the swaying branches of the aspen tree planted few stories below. There seemed to be a million billion leaves, and she could pick out each one with detail, they seemed to be arranged in repeating patterns on the branches.

"This song.. is absolutely amazing," Danny said behind her. "I think it might be the best song ever created."

He was floating on his back in the air, hands locked as a pillow behind his head. He couldn't tell if he was currently tangible or intangible, and didn't want to bother opening his eyes to check. He could feel the music running through his body, he could see it, bursts of color on the inside of his eyelids.

Sam, who didn't recognize the song, checked the iPod. Blue Oyster Cult- "Veterans of the Psychic Wars." Kind of fitting for the occasion, she thought. The rock band was one of Danny's favorites. And she had to admit, they were absolutely melting her mind with that guitar riff.

And then suddenly, Danny was in front of her, having moved with stunning swiftness. His eyes were wide as he gazed into hers. "Do you realize you have the most beautiful eyes?" He said, as though it were fact. It wasn't love talking, it was definitely the mushrooms. The purple in her eyes seemed to fractalize before him, shimmering unnaturally, impossibly. It was the single most beautiful thing he had ever seen. (It was the first of one thousand times he would repeat that mantra internally today.)

Sam laughed. "You've obviously never looked in the mirror," she replied. And she wasn't lying. Danny's ice blue eyes were like the surface of the arctic sea, and right now there were tiny ripples of glowing green ectoplasm running circles around his irises.

Sam checked the clock on the wall. It had only been about twenty five minutes since they'd drunk their tea. It felt like an hour, but then she always had to remind herself that on mushrooms time didn't make sense anymore.

They spent the next hour laying on the living room floor, listening to the songs play randomly. They watched as the stuff coating the ceiling seemed to coalesce into patterns and shapes, forming and reforming and reforming. Danny's fingers were running back and forth through her hair, and neither of them were fully aware of it but it felt really, really good.

They seemed to waver between bursts of crazy conversation and comfortable silence. Sam had had some of her most philosophical insights of life while under the influence of mushrooms, so she let Danny babble on and on, not worrying when what he was saying didn't make any sense. They talked about the music, the colors, ghosts, love, life's mysteries, the way their refrigerator looked like it had a face, anything and everything.

At one point Danny burst out laughing after a few consecutive minutes silently pondering the reflection on the blank television screen, causing Sam to jump. "What?" she said.

"Why did you put- this song in the- playlist?" he managed to breathe between fits of laughter. The memory of the song had completely jarred him out of his reverie. He could not imagine why Sam had put this on here.

Sam cocked her head, listening. Oh! She started laughing too. "It was a joke," she managed. "I thought it would make you laugh, and it worked."

The iPod said Ember- "You Will Remember." Danny was shocked at how vividly the memory was dragged up in his mind, he could see it so clearly even though it was years ago. The memory used to be hurtful, attached to the feeling of heartbreak. But now it seemed so utterly hilarious, especially since the object of his heartbreak was laying next to him now, laughing, and completely his. He felt a wave of longing, following by a wash of happiness, and unbidden protectiveness, all in rapid succession. His heart reeled. Sam had described it beforehand, but he hadn't been truly prepared for the swiftness and fullness and fleetingness of emotions.

"You wanna go outside?" he suggested suddenly. The thought came out of nowhere, but once he said it he was completely fixated on it. If the inside of his apartment was this beautiful, he couldn't imagine how amazing it was to be outside.

Sam faltered. "I dunno..." It was amazing to be outside on mushrooms. In fact there was almost nothing in the world more amazing than sitting in nature whilst tripping. It was a fact. But as she looked over at Danny, currently rising a couple inches off the floor, she wasn't positive that it was a good idea. What if he got careless? Let something slip in public?

After half an hour of more music, and debating with Danny, and more music and more internal debating, Sam decided that she really wanted to go outside. That tree below her window was calling to her. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? She should have remembered that even thinking that phrase silently was an invitation for disaster.

Danny, at this point, was seeing fractals in everything. He still hadn't realized that he had left Sam in the dust, and he was currently feeling the equivalent of 1/4 of an ounce and not 1/16. He probably wouldn't have been able to do that math anyway, not right now. The light coming in from the windows seemed to light the room with blue fire, and every reflective surface in the room sprayed off into a thousand tiny stars dancing in his vision. It was freaking sweet.

Once they'd settled on a plan, Danny's excitement level rose one thousand percent. He found he had never been more excited to go ghost in his life. He hadn't said that phrase in a couple years actually, but with a burst of nostalgia he said it now, earning a smile from Sam. "Going ghost!" And he let the icy energy pent up inside him form into two familiar rings of light, which seemed to light up the whole room. The freezing, tingling feeling swept through his body, and it was shell-shocking. "Woah," he said, leaning on Sam.

"You okay?" she said quickly.

"Yeah," he said. Way more than okay! "It just felt as strange as it did the first time I ever transformed, way back when."

"Mushrooms do that to you," she answered. "They kind of let you experience everything as if it was the first time."

As they stepped out onto the balcony, Sam repeated all her warnings. To be careful, to not show his powers while in human form, to not do anything stupid, not to talk to anyone if he could help it. "I know, I know," he said. He was only half listening. The wind on his face, two birds chirping somewhere close by, a massive rolling cloud overhead, those were the only things he could feel in that moment.

Sam had always secretly wanted to go flying with Danny while tripping, but she was never prepared for how exhilarating and terrifying it would be. Especially since her pilot was on mushrooms himself.

I only ever write in 3rd person limited POV, so this was interesting for me to write in 3rd person omniscient POV. Please review and tell me how I did! I could really use the feedback.

The next chapter is where it starts to get reeaally interesting.

See you there, I hope :D