Danny Fenton (a.k.a. Danny Phantom) was never rather "into" girls. Or, as put bluntly, he's gay. Unfortunately, a year away from home "impressed" on him not to tell his secret. But will his two phantasticly huge secrets ever be released?

Just to let you know, I don't own Danny Phantom. Sad ain't it?

Warning! SLASH!

START

"Sam, come on! Pleeeeeeease? Can you just do it for me?" Danny Fenton begged pathetically to one of his best friends, "Otherwise Lancer will give me a detention! Again! For the ninty-seventh time this year alone! And it's only been four months since we've started school!"

The gothic girl rolled her violet eyes at him, "And you just didn't do your homework assigned yesterday...why?"

The boy rolled his own blue eyes argumentatively back at her, a frown tugging on the edges of his lips, "The box ghost kept popping up, just as I was about to start it. And then Skulker wanted to test his brand fuc...I mean, brand spanking new invention he got from his employer on me, so I finally gave up on it."

"Ouch," Sam commented, wincing at the story and backing down from the argument, "Do I even want to know what the invention did?"

"Not really," Danny said with a shake of his head to emphasize the brutality of whatever it did.

The goth sighed softly and began to rummage through her black and purple backpack, "Ok, fine. I concede. You get a 'copy the homework for free.' But this is just a one time excuse."

"Thank you, Sam! You are the best!" Danny immediately grabbed the offered paper and began scribbling the answers on his blank copy.

"Jeez, you have some real big bags underneath your eyes," Sam observed sympathetically, "Did you have nightmares again?"

Danny sighed then nodded, knowing lying to her was not a good idea. The teenager handed her paper back while stuffing his own in his backpack.

The boy's dark friend didn't get, or ignored, the hint, but instead asked, "What was the 'topic' this time?"

"My...orientation," Danny hesitently met her violet orbs as she frowned in distaste. Sam was the only one the teen had ever confided in about him being homosexual. He could never tell Tucker, his other best friend, about it. Danny pretty much knew the African-American boy was rather mule-headed that way. Besides Sam kind of had forced it out...

Flashback

A boy and a girl, both with light skin and dark hair about six or seven years old, were sitting on a kid's bed, engaged in their game. "Survive." Hypothetically, a player was told a situation and had to try to figure a way out as the opponent threw obstacles at you. First one to be stumped, loses.

"What if you were lost in a forest?" chibi-Sam shot quickly at chibi-Danny.

"I would wait until someone found me," retorted Danny, just as quick.

"What if a bear attacked you before someone found you?"

"I would grab a branch and fight it off."

"What if the branch broke before it could cause any damage?"

"Then I'll stab the bear with that point."

"What if a snake slithered up off the branch and bit you in the arm injecting deadly poison within you?"

"I'll cut the bite and suck out the poison."

"What if it spread to the rest of your arm?"

"Then I'll cut off my arm."

Then Sam, with out any warning, reached over and tried to give him a peck on the lips. Danny jumped up fast, almost upsetting Sam right off the bed, and yelled, "What was that?!"

Sam sat up and tried to smooth out her black hair while giving him a repoachful glare, "My mother (she never said 'mommy' at this stage) said if you liked a boy, then kiss him."

Danny blushed as the double meaning of the word, "Um...I'm not really interested in girls..."

"Oh," the not-yet-Goth-Girl thought it for a moment, then said, "What if it didn't stop bleeding?"

End of Flashback

Sam ignored the spaz her friend was under in favor of asking the boy who was half-human, half-...ghost, "Did you read the newspaper this morning?"

Danny paused long enough to give her a long blank stare.

"Alright, that was a rather bad question, I'll admit it. But there's now a new principal at Casper High. The other geezer finally retired!" grinned Sam.

Danny shrugged, "And we should care...why?"

Rolling her eyes yet again, Sam rapped his head with her fist, "Hall-oo! Did your brain stay in bed after you got up? Casper High is our school, remember?! Maybe if I can get there before Mr. Lancer, I can convince her not to dissect frogs this year!"

Danny tried to get her attention by poking her, "Sam?"

"FROGS HAVE RIGHTS TOO! Oh, sorry Danny. What is it?" she smiled sweetly at him, as if she wasn't randomly yelling just before.

Rolling his baby blue eyes, Danny merely pointed out the tall red brick building that they -ah- Sam was recently talking about. Around the front, the students milled around in little cliques. Actually, it was more realistic to say that the football jocks and preppy cheerleaders were going in rounds to other kids: haplessly bullying science nerds, bookworms, and band geeks; in ways that include: intellectually "critiquing" them, stuffing them into metallic trash cans, and making everyone all around miserable. Danny fought the urge to roll his eyes yet again, as Dash, his bully of the high school years, lumbered towards him in a threatening manner. Sighing, the boy resigned himself to another pounding that he couldn't defend himself with out exposing his secret identity when suddenly someone intervened.

"Everybody FREEZE!!!" a voice screeched out from the front of the school. There, on top of the concrete steps to the school, right between two thrown-opened double doors, stood a woman. Not just any woman...but a really short, brown hair, rosy cheeked, mom-of-the-year cover page, type of woman.

"Gah! Of anyone on earth, it has to be her!" Danny groaned, slightly ducking down as if that would cause the woman to over look him.

Sam raised her dark eyebrows as she watched the petite woman's eyes snap with inner fire as she silently snarled at the kids, "You know her?"

"When we moved to Kockling for a year, in eighth grade," Danny nodded, still hunched over, "To put it shortly, we met her as already as a psycho, insane, crazy woman and who knows now?"

The tiny woman marched up and seized a jock, who had just finished stuffing a boy into a trash can, by the ear, "All of you come with me!"

She proceeded to drag the boy off ignoring his cries of pain and protests. Everyone else followed meekly behind. Whispers drifted to Danny and Sam, Who is she? Is she the new principal? Where are we going?

She silenced all of the students with a SCARY GLARE OF DOOM ® and marched them into the auditorium to ceremoniously dump the boy she was pulling by the ear in one of the chairs. Standing on the stage, she waited, tapping her red high heeled shoes, for the students to sit down. The boy moaned to himself; he was sure his ear had grown an extra inch.

Without any further ado, she began, "I am your new principal. You can all address me as Principal Smith, if we ever come face-to-face. But our real introduction is supposed to take place during third period, so I'll skip all that for now in order to get to the topic we have come in here for. Today, this morning, on the FIRST day of my new job, I saw something I have absolutely NO tolerance for, and it will NOT EVER happen in MY school again! Threats! Ambushing! In other words, bullying! It WILL NOT happen EVER AGAIN! Or else the consequences will be DIRE!" Her voice was not calm, but to the point of shrieking with the passion she felt against the subject.

One of Dash's football buddies (tall, African-American, boulder-for-muscles type) snorted disdainly, not buying any of the not-so-subtle threats in the speech.

Principal Smith rounded on the student, her dark eyes flashing dangerously, "Do you really think I'm joking?! Do you want to try me? I'll just say this once! If I catch anyone bullying...and I don't care whether it is verbal, physical, or any other sort...I will kick you off the school teams and clubs and whatever else you could be partaking in. Furthermore, a confrence with parents will be scheduled and suspension will follow if anymore bullying occures."

She completed the short speech with another SCARY GLARE OF DOOM ®. Then her personality went one-eighty as she smiled and said, "Have a nice day!"

"What did she say?" a pretty Latino girl, Paulina, asked. She snapped her make-up kit close with a desisive click to complete the image of a popular girl ignoring the rules.

Sam snorted, not at all impressed, but added sweetly as if she actually cared, "She said, 'If you insult anyone, your off the cheerleading squad,' girl."

Paulina glared at the goth, her pretty eyes narrowing dangerously, "Um, was I talking to you? Nooo..."

"Sam," Danny said quietly, laying a hang on her shoulder before his friend did something extremely stupid. Sam backed down but still glared at Paulina.

"Right Fentina," Dash mocked as he came up behind the three, "Hide behind your girlfriend. Just 'cause you have no muscle means that you ain't got pride either? Bet your dad's ashamed to call you his son!"

Danny paled at his words. He was already afraid his dad would be ashamed that he was part-ghost because the man was already ashamed his son was gay. Feeling the tightening tension of Danny' hand on her shoulder, Sam glared at the bully but before she could protest his cruel words, a voice cut in, "Now really Mr. Baxter! Such a flagrant disregard of the new rule. You are hereby suspended from the football team until further notice," Principal Smith reenforced the rule with a SCARY GLARE OF DOOM ®, but her expression changed, as quickly as a mood swing of a pregnent woman, when she turned to smile at the half ghost, "Hello Mr. Fenton! How have the wounds healed since I saw you last?"

Danny shivered at the smile he was given. He had see it before. It was her plotting smile. Something really, really bad will happen between now and next week, probably concocted to 'help out his life.' A weak smile was all that Danny could produce, "All of the-um-wounds have healed fine, Mrs-uh-Principal Smith. How are your son and husband doing?"

Mrs. Smith's grin grew a few more molars, making her look even more evil, "Oh, they're currently residing in a big comfy room with nice strong men to keep the two from hurting themselves." All the kids present including Danny blinked at the new (and now proved insane) principal, "Oh! Mr. Lancer seems to be calling me! Ciao!"

"You know what?" Sam remarked offhandedly, as she watched the small woman skip away merrily, "I think our new principal is insane."

"...I'm off the football team?" Dash was still in shock. Not that he looked any different with confused eyes and slack jaw. In fact, that is how he usually looks!

Paulina bit her lip and thought out loud, "How did she know Dash's and Fenton's names?"

Danny shook his head out of the daze the woman always put him in when the two met and answered, "I have no idea about Dash but I'm pretty sure she knows me."

"YOU GOT ME KICKED OFF THE FOOTBALL TEAM!" Dash finally broke out of his little trance into a rage.

"Whoa, Dash! Calm down!" the smaller boy backed away from the ticked-off bully with his hand cocked back, ready to punch, "She'll probably let you back on the team if you do community work or something."

"And if you stop doing that!" the gothic girl broke in, slapping the threatening fist, rolling her eyes, "Jesu–MR. LANCER'S CLASS IS IN TWO MINUTES!"

All of the teen's hearts skipped a beat and the students started to run as fast as they could towards the class.

Racing down the halls, they completed the race with the door within seconds away. Unfortuantely, Danny was forced to skid for a sudden stop as he spotted Mrs. Smith in front of the door, talking to a bald man in the room. The other teenagers...kind of ran in to him. Tripping and falling, the managed to get completely tangled up in a tackle with Danny stuck underneath the three and Sam rather dazedly perched on top. She eyed the giggling principal and glaring teacher, making no move to get up, "Well, she did say she heard Mr. Lancer."

The half-ghost gasped from under the pile, "Gee, thanks Sam. That really helps us out now." He tried to push Dash's huge and muscular chest off him, and at the same time, remove Paulina's rather pointy stilettos from his thigh, all the while, his hands were still twisted behind his back. Needless to say it didn't work. Danny barely forced back a frustrated snarl that would not entire fit his "nice guy" character.

Dash and Paulina were trying to fight their way out but it only increased entanglement with the two "losers," when they accidently pulled Sam into the fray.

A cough from a man with an enlarging waist line and thinning hair halted their struggles. As he got their attention, Mr. Lancer asked, "Do I want to know what happened here?"

Principal Smith beamed at the teacher, ignoring the pile of students, "Why, Mr. Lancer! These students seem to really enjoy your class."

Mr. Lancer frowned in reply, "These students have shown no signs of "enjoyment" in any classes. They seem to be on the borderline of failing."

As soon as that statment came out, Mrs. Smith's grin widened and her eyes sparkled with madness, "Well let's see if an extra credit project will help them out of that spot." The new principal almost skipped down the hall, humming a strange tune. With a new scowl dawning his face he faced the students and...

"-Oh! And don't give the kids a tardy, 'kay?! It was all my fault!" called Principal Smith from down the hall.

Shaking his head at the retreating woman, Mr. Lancer turned to the kids with his strong bark, "Well, get inside! We do need to begin class!"

Sam and Danny slunk into the classroom, bee lining towards the seats Tucker had saved for them near the back. The other two trounced into the room, heading for their "friends" chattering nonstop as if they did nothing wrong.

"Where were you guys?" Tucker whispered as soon as they sat down, "I was waiting for as long as I could but then I had to get in here."

Sam answered for both of them, "The new principal cornered half of the school and gave a lecture. On the bright side, there's a new rule against bullies. On the down side, she is INSANE!"

"Samantha, is there something you like to share with the class?" asked Mr. Lancer as he turned away from the board where he was beginning his lesson.

Ignoring the student's idiotic giggles, she innocently smiled at their teacher, "Of course not Mr. Lancer! I was just admiring our new principal!"

The old man glared at the goth, looking for all intent he was insecpting her for lies. Lancer said sarcasticly, "I'm sure you were, Ms Mason. Next thing you'll tell me is that Mr Fenton is Inviso-Bill!"

All three kids paled dramatically at the unknowingly correct statement, the dumb name for Danny Phantom and Danny Phantom was Danny Fenton. Sam managed a rather shaky laugh and tried to keep calm, "O-of course not, Mr. Lancer! There's no way Danny could be Inviso-Bill!"

"There is no way the loser could be Inviso-Bill!" put in Paulina, her eyes shining brightly, "After all, Inviso-Bill's so strong... and handsome...! Not at all like the freak!"

The older man scowled, "Thank you, Paulina. That reminds me..." the balding man pulled out a sheet of paper from his desk, "Principal Smith has giving me a few words for a "forbidden list" she's created."

Dash's handsome face screwed up as he thought hard, "But isn't that "obstruction of freedom of speech" or something?"

"Correct Dash," Mr. Lancer answered, honstly surprised, "However, the principal has put these along with cuss words, such as the f-bomb. A-hem, the words include: freak, loser, scum, trash, geek, fag, nigger, nerd, dork, loony, queer, and monster. This is not the cohesive list. Ask the principal if you want it."

The students stared at him. Sam's blackened lip formed an O, Tucker was about to fall out of his chair, Paulina had paused mid-stroke while polishing her nails, and Dash was blinking in surprise. Danny was by far the funniest. He was frozen in his position, head half perked off of his slack fist, face rather stiff with shock.

CRASH

Tucker finally fell out his seat. The class snapped out of their shock to laugh at the blushing boy as he scrambled back up to his seat. In embaressment, the African-American attempted to pull his baret further down his head.

Mr. Lancer made no move to stop them, but instead smirked at the boy's misfortune. Turning around, the teacher began to write on the board, acting oblivious to Tucker's embaressment.

"I hate Mr. Lancer," Tucker mumbled, red still evident on his cheeks.

Danny made a face, especially since he caught the sneer the man made when he said, "Queer," and, "Fag." Resting his head on his fist, he murmured back, "Ditto."

Surprisingly, Sam didn't add in her two cents. She just scrunched up her nose in distaste as she pretended to listen to whatever Mr. Lancer was droning on about. The three friends honestly tried to pay attention to the lesson, but Danny had to admit to himself that he had no idea what was going on.

The second class wasn't any better. The boy kept wondering why the hell the woman from Knockling was here. Sighing, he pretended to pay attention to the robot-disguised-as-a-teacher as he wondered if the past is going to catch up to him.

Well, it has been two years, thought Danny, And last year was the year I got my ghost powers. Makes sense that nothing normal could ever happen to me.

"Mr. Fenton," monotoned the teacher, "Will you please do the problem on the board?"

It took a moment for Danny to realize the man was talking to him, "Um...er...I'm not sure how to, sir."

The teacher's eyebrows rose but his voice showed no sign of surprise, "You don't know?"

"No sir," he said, embaressed and blushing.

A sneer curled around the man's thin lips, "Figures."

Danny's mouth dropped. There was absolutly no way this could happen. All he could think was, Great...It's me against the world again. But this time, there's Sam and Tucker instead of...no. Don't go there. It's been two years. Two f---ing years. And there's no reason to go back into depression.

There is no reason to. That chapter of my life is supposed to be over and done with. I don't want to remember. Not the people and above all, not him. But everytime I turn around, I can't help but remember every shitty moment. What the hell can I do about it?

Giving up on even the pretense of paying attention, Danny tried to fight back the bad memories. He finally came back down to earth while walking down to the auditorium, "Wait, were are we?"

"Jesus Danny. Are you doing drugs again?" joked Sam, although her violet eyes betrayed her worry, "We're going to hear the 'offical introduction' of Principal Smith."

"Which I see no point of," a new voice cut in just as Tucker opened his mouth, "They all know I'm here. Might as well say I'm going to take over the world with all the attention I'm getting."

Tucker nearly fell over for the second time today, but straightened back up quickly. He yelled at the tiny woman, "Where the hel-heck did you come from!"

"Sometimes you need to just open your eyes. The answer could have been in front of you the entire time," the pretty woman informed him wisely, but betrayed the gravity of her statment by throwing her arms up and around Danny's shoulders.

Danny stiffened at the unexpected contact from the older woman, "Um...not to be rude or anything like that, but can you please get off of me?"

"That is setting a horrible example for the kids," a cold voice broke in. Mr. Lancer, in his overweight glory, stared down his squared nose to the new principal, "Please restrain yourself from showing such blantant favorism."

Acting like he owned the world and wasn't a hypocrite for saying that, the man turned a heel and walked to the entrance to the stage. It was obvious he expected Mrs. Smith to follow meekly behind.

As soon as the teacher turned, the principal stuck out her tounge at his back. Sam choked at first, but than happily copied her. Tucker began to grin, taking care to stuff his fist into his mouth before giggles escaped him.

On the other hand, Danny was in no position to express amusement. At the moment, he is being sufficated by the surprisingly strong arms wrapped around his neck, "Air...need...please!"

Mrs. Smith blushed lightly as she realized what she was doing. Releasing her favorite person, she smoothed her plain brown skirt. Winking, she said, "Wish me luck!"

Watching her go, Sam's eyes shined happily, "I take back whatever I said about her. That lady rules!"

"She is awesome!" Tucker agreed happily before over reacting at the time and forced them into the introdution. Grabbing seats in the back, they sat back to watch the show.

"Good Morning, my beloved students," Principal Smith beamed joyously to her audience, "Although, I have doubted that phrase and sentiment for the longest time. Honestly, what sort of morning is good? It's more like hell on earth...Oh do sit down, Mr. Lancer! There's no need for you to be uncomfortable! I insist! Oh, right. I'll get on with it. I am Principal Smith, if you had half a brain to remember. Please, I'm giving you a compliment, there's no need to be huffy! Geeze! Neh, I originated from Knockling. Funny place that is. This place would probably be stranger. Well, I don't feel like giving out anymore personal information, so I'll let you all in on my plan! Now a majority of you are near the failing point. Unacceptable! Since I'm a new and mostly nutral party, I'll shall give each and everyone of you a chance at extra credit!"

She grinned at the cheering audience, "However, I will not disclose the information at this moment, because of a few wrinkles in the plan that need to be ironed out. It will be posted tomorrow!

"Okay. I'm done with this. Hasta la vista, baby!" without any looks back, Mrs. Smith left. Mr. Lancer leapt out of his chair in attempt to stop her.

"I have a feeling school is going to get a little more intersting," commented Sam as she watched the cackling woman being chased by the overweight man.

A small smile and a shake of his head, Danny answered, "Of course it will."

END

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