Whoop whoop! I'm back!

I know it's been awhile since my last update, but rest assured, all is well.

Sam, Phantom and Danny waited patiently in the park, the two humans on a bench near a water fountain, and the horse standing next to them. Danny had given Sam the two other thermoses- one for her and the other for Tucker- and kept the third for himself. It was a nice evening, and as it was, seemingly peaceful. The clouds rolled across the blue sky gently, the evening sun drenching the trio in warm embrace.

"I wonder what Tucker's 'crazy' plan is," Sam wondered aloud, scratching at the wooden bench absent mindedly, her nails making dull noises against the material.

"I'm sure it's safe enough. After all, he is Tucker." Danny said thoughtfully, getting up and looking over Phantom's earlier almost-recovered wound from the wolves. It was mostly mended, a dried scab forming, and Danny supposed some of his ghost powers stayed with the horse, one including his quick healing. This was the injury Danny had went to get the first aid kit for.

Speaking of which, what exactly happened to Skulker after the incident? Surely he wasn't still looking for him?

Fenton hoped that wasn't the case.

If Skulker was still looking or, at least, had been, shouldn't the greatest hunter in the ghost zone have found him already? The question worried the human, but his revelations would have to wait, for suddenly they were blinded with rising green smoke and malicious laughter.

•~•~•

Tucker felt his insides turn out, and clenching his stomach with his hands, he threw up a bit in his mouth.

He never wanted to be teleported with a wishing ghost's spell again. It was almost as bad as being inside a hospital.

The thought of them gave Tucker the chills, and he unconsciously wrapped his arms around his body protectively.

Coming back to the situation at hand, Tucker blinked slowly, and bringing his hands to his eyes, he rubbed them. Were Danny and Sam ready with the Fenton Thermoses? Did the feeling of nausea mean his plan worked? Or did Desiree trick him somehow?

The techno geek then heard feminine devious laughter, and suddenly mist filled his nostrils and blinded his eyes. He could hear familiar coughing, wheezing, and thumps as they soon came on soft dirt.

"Tuck..." Tucker heard his friends call his name. "Tucker?!"

He hurried over to where he heard their voices, stumbling over rocks in the spiked grass, but was stopped short by a large presence. He felt forward with his hands, searching for a way out if he had run into a wall.

Though, Tucker was taken by surprise as it was warm and soft. In fact, it was pulsing.

A huff of breath on his face.

"...Phantom?" He tried, moving his hands upward and finding the horse's back.

Tucker was greeted with a panicked snort. What had gone wrong in his wish?

"...Tuck!" Danny's voice came out through the green fog, it's dense, moist tendrils covering all sight. "...come here!" Danny coughed, the mist taking on the properties of knock-out gas. "Hurry!"

Tucker began moving forward, Phantom moving with him, guiding him. Maybe the horse was immune to Desiree's spell? In fact, Tucker was getting a little drowsy. A few more steps led to coughing that scratched his throat. Not too far away, he heard Desiree.

"Fool!" The wishing ghost shouted gleefully. "You cannot lead me to a trap unless I allow it."

The techno geek leaned heavily on the horse beside him, and finally made it to where Danny was crouched on the ground. The former half-ghost wearily held up a dirt-stained Fenton Thermos to Tucker, conscious leaving him..

Sam was close by, wheezing from the cloud of Desiree's spell. It was only a matter of time before Tucker, too, fell to the mist.

By now, the fog began to clear just slightly, and it was enough for Tucker to snatch the cylindrical can, and look for the wishing ghost who started it all.

Finding his target in the thinning mist, he aimed.

"Here goes nothing!" Tucker cried, trying to stay awake, and leaned over the side of Phantom. He used the horse's back to stabilize himself, as he focused on the wishing ghost's formless figure in the fog.

He pressed the button on the side, and was rewarded with a solid click, and a giant blue/white blast emitting from the opening.

•~•~•

Danny collapsed upon the ground after handing Tucker the thermos, his side colliding with the solid ground. His breathing was slowing, the coughs that wracked his body gradually dying, and his vision blurred. He felt really tired, and his body ached for some reason… The ground wasn't too comfortable but it would do for now…

Danny was suddenly pulled out of his unconscious state when enraged yelling tore through the misted atmosphere, his icy blue eyes opening quickly. He bolted straight up, and looked for the source, only to spot Desiree being sucked into the Fenton Thermos with a blinding light.

Already he could feel the effects of Desiree's mist fade, and he let out a deep breath in relief. Any second now the rest of her spells would vanish. The wishes that were made in the town would no longer exist. The citizens of the city would be safe, and he and Phantom would merge once again.

Holding his breath and closing his eyes, he braced himself to be whole again, to finally be himself. No longer separated as two beings. He would be half-human, half-ghost. He would be the hero to protect Amity Park. He could go back to his daily routines of scouting his city, his home. Be the halfa that ghosts feared to encounter...

But nothing happened. Moments later, he opened his eyes- only to see Phantom starting right at him expectantly, his black head inches from the human's face.

What had happened?

Whenever he captured Desiree in the past, all of the wishes that she had granted would go away like they never happened. What was different this time?

Fear began to pound itself into Danny, and frustration bit at him. C'mon, come on!

But he soon stopped his mental rage when a warm hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Danny," Sam said quietly, kneeling next to him. "It didn't work."

He sighed, and got up from his spot on the ground, and looked around. Tucker had a giant grin on his face, probably happy at how his plan had worked, and Sam was standing by his side supportively. Phantom nudged into his side, neighing. No longer did he hear the cries of chaos from the town, nor the roars of fantasy beasts.

Desiree's wishes had been undone, but why was Phantom still separated from him?

"HAH!" A triumphant cry broke the odd silence of the park, and disrupted Fenton's thinking. "I finally found you, prey!"

Skulker floated form above them tauntingly, and produced weapons from his mech suit, all of them pointed towards the small group.

Danny's mood grew from bad to worse. Nothing had been going for him ever since he had been separated from his ghost half. He guessed he'd just have to take care of him as a human, even if the odds weren't in his favor.

"Alright, Skulker," Danny said, determined to be rid of the ghost. "Let's just get this over with."

Skulker raised an eyebrow at the whelp, and a smile lit up his face. His weapons then began to glow with power, and it was at that moment that Danny realized something.

He didn't have a Fenton Thermos, for the only one he had, he gave to Tucker. The only ones that were available were with Sam, who was currently staring up at the mech ghost in surprise. By the time he could get Sam to hand him one or tell her to use it on the mech ghost, they all might be blasted with Skulker's tech…

Danny sighed, and tensed his muscles. There was no other way.

•~•~•

Skulker's weapons fired at once, the power combining to create a giant blast that he was sure the group couldn't get away from. He smiled, already knowing he would be successful as he unleashed the weaponry upon them. With the whelp being only human as Vlad had suggested earlier, there was no possible way they could stop him.

Or so he thought.

He never expected the human whelp to jump right in front of the blast, protecting his friends.

And when he thought his prey would have screamed in agony of taking the blast, that didn't happen either.