WAAAAYYYYY too long of an update wait, I know, but I have had soooo much on my plate lately. So, here is the long awaited chapter 2 of "Danny Phantom: The Series!"
(Please check out my new story called "When She's Gone." It will explain why I was so busy.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or anything else you may recognize from somewhere more brilliantly talented than I... :)
"Dude, is it me, or was that the best movie screening I've ever seen?" Tucker asked as he unrolled a maroon sleeping bag onto Danny's bedroom floor. Since it was Danny's birthday the next day, his parents let Tuck stay over for the night. It was always a sort of tradition for the both of them, believe it or not. Danny just scoffed.
"Well, I don't think that you were paying much attention to the movie, now were you?" Danny questioned, winking his right eye.
Tucker thought it over for a second, trying to come up with at least half as good of a comeback as the come-on was. "Well, I don't think you were, either!" Tucker accused, protecting his self esteem.
Danny pondered this for a moment. "Well, now that you mention it, I wasn't really paying any attention to the movie whatsoever, and I'm pretty sure that Sam and Valerie weren't that interested, either," Danny pointed out as he tossed an extra pillow over to Tucker. Unfortunately, Tucker had no intention of catching the pillow, nor did he know that it was being thrown at him. The soft, fluffy pillow whacked him right in the face.
"Oof!" Tucker cried in alarm as the pillow came into contact with his face, nearly knocking off his glasses. He dramatically fell to the floor, thwacking his head against the hard tile flooring in Danny's room. "OOWWWW!!!!!!!!!" Tuck wailed as he automatically covered the sore part of the back of his head with a free hand. Danny noticed this small action and started laughing hysterically, falling to the floor and clutching his aching stomach.
Tucker took this to joking offense. "Oh, so, is that how you want to do it, Fenton? The hard way? Well, take this!" Tucker grunted as he threw the same pillow back at Danny, still cradling the back of his nearly injured head. Danny was laughing too hard to even notice his friend's projectile-pillow coming straight at his face.
"What was that, Tuck- oof!" Danny jumped in alarm as the pillow came into range with his face. Danny, agitated, lowered the pillow from his increasingly anger-filling face as Tucker took the opportunity to howl with laughter. Now, while the techno-geek was distracted, Danny had time to smirk and plan for 'evasive action.' Danny turned invisible, so that nothing, especially a human dork with a ghost boy and a goth for friends, could see him. As Tucker's hysterical laughter died down and Danny made his way unknowingly across the room, Tuck noticed his friend's strange absence.
"Umm, dude? Where did you go?" the African-American boy asked to the air, not really expecting to have an answer. "Huh"? Tuck asked himself in confusion as he noticed both his friend AND the pillow were both gone...
"OK, Danny, come on out. I know what you're about to do and it isn't funny at all!" Tucker screamed at the air, seeming a little paranoid to those who may be watching and not seeing Danny creep up behind Tuck.
"Gotcha!" Danny triumphantly stated to no one in particular as he swung the pillow back a few feet behind his back and thrust it against Tucker's head. Tuck didn't see the sneak attack coming, but he did know it WAS going to happen. So, as to be prepared for sudden impact, he had grabbed a pillow ahead of time and grasped it with all his might, hoping that a certain invisible ghost boy wouldn't be able to see his little plan of action. Although the pillow hit his face, as Danny became visible, he turned around, revealing a white, soft pillow about to come to a dead halt once finished smashing Danny's face.
Unfortunately for Danny, he did not see his friend's action coming. In fact, he didn't even have time to stance himself for anything. He was hit with the pillow and staggered off of his feet and crashed to the floor.
"AGH!" Danny yelped as he tripped over the sleeping bag Tuck was using as a seat and fell to the ground, hitting his head with full force. He squinted his eyes shut from the pain and just stayed there, laying for what seemed to be an eternity for the both of them. Tucker's brain finally registered something was wrong, and decided to ask the stupidest question on Earth.
"Dude, did you hit your head or something?" Danny scowled.
"Obviously I hit my freakin' head! Why else would I be screaming and clutching my head in agony?" Danny snapped back. Suddenly, Danny's face turned into a serious, pain-filled one. He started breathing in small, short breaths and and tears started to fall down his cheeks. Tucker's worried expression increased ten fold.
"Danny, I'm going downstairs to get your parents!" Tucker reassured as he was about to bolt for the door.
"Wait!" Danny pleaded. Tucker turned around to see Danny shaking his head.
"No, just go and get Jazz. She'll know what to do," Danny reasoned. Tucker put on a determined look as he ran in search of Jazz's room.
Jazz's room wasn't that hard to find, really. The hardest thing to tell it was her room, though, was the sign on her door that read "Jazz's Room" written in pink, puffy letters on a dark pink sign with trimmed lace all around. Yeah... REAL hard to find...
Tucker knocked on her door about fifty times, nearly breaking it down and almost hitting Jazz in the face when she answered it. Jazz put her hands up in defense, blocking her face just in case.
"Jeez, Tucker, watch- WHOA!" Jazz yelped as Tucker grabbed her by the front of her shirt and started shaking her.
"Danny fell and hit his head, come one, we have to go and help him!" Tucker explained as he dragged her down the hallway toward Danny's room. Jazz's angry expression softened and was quickly replaced with a worried, urgent one.
"What do you mean 'fall'? What happened to him? How did he fall?" Jazz freaked as they continued to sprint for their friend's room.
As they reached the door, they heard Danny taking in short, struggling breaths of air. He was huddled, his knees touching his chest and arms wrapped around his legs, keeping them in place. His head was ducking between his legs and he was trembling. Jazz and Tucker raced to his side and began to ask him questions.
"Danny, can you hear me?"
"Dude, answer her!"
"I don't think he can, Tucker..."
"Why not?!"
"I don't think he can because of the fact that he is in so much pain..."
"Well, obviously he's gonna be in pain! He fell on the floor and hit his head!"
"I know that, but what I mean is... well, he may have hit his head so hard that his body may not be letting him respond to anything."
"Which is bad news for...?"
Jazz sighed and closed her eyes, forcing back a tear. "He may have some brain damage from how hard he hit his head." Tucker gasped.
"No... there's no way I'm even going to let my brain think that for a second, Jazz," Tucker said incredulously, shaking his head, trying to force the idea out of his mind. Jazz put an arm around Tucker, trying to comfort him.
"Tucker, go downstairs and get my parents so they can call an ambulance or something, and call Sam and Valerie while I stay here with Danny and try to get him to respond," Jazz instructed as she put a hand on her brother's sweat-covered forehead. Tucker ran out of the room, following Jazz's orders. Jazz looked quizzically at her brother.
"Hmm... Now that's weird..." Jazz inspected her brother more closely and discovered that only his forehead was drenched with sweat, and nothing else was...
"Hello?" Valerie's voice was crackling on the other side of the phone due to bad reception.
"Hey Val, it's Tuck," Tuck said urgently, nearly dropping his cell phone as a loud siren wailed from outside the Fenton household. Valerie took notice of this.
"Hey, was that an ambulance siren? Tuck, are you alright?" Val asked with alarm, panic clearly evident in her voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but Danny's not," Tuck explained to his girlfriend in a rush, trying his best not to scream when he saw the paramedics burst through the front door with a stretcher.
"Danny? What happened? Was it a ghost fight?" Val asked. Tuck shook his head, although he knew that she wouldn't be able to see him over the phone.
"No ghost fights tonight. Danny and I were... umm, just fooling around in his room and he tripped over my sleeping bag and fell. He hit his head pretty hard and he wasn't able to respond to anything Jazz and I were saying."
"Oh... do you want me to come over to... Where exactly are you, anyway? Still at Danny's house, I presume?"
"Yeah, but I don't know if you should come over or not because I don't think that the paramedics want anyone else in there way. Heh, they even tried o usher me out of the house, but I refused."
"Are you in his room or not?"
"No, I'm in his kitchen, actually. His parents are upstairs with him and Jazz, though... and another thing is that I'm deathly afraid of paramedics, hospitals, doctors... you know... THOSE people..." Tucker clarified as he glanced at the untouched papers Danny must have put on the table from the talent agent dude.
Valerie nodded to indicate her agreement. "I am, too actually, so I don't really blame you," Valerie confessed.
Tucker was stunned. "Are you serious? I always thought... oh man..." Tucker stared at the steps where the paramedics were coming down the stairs with a stretcher. It wasn't the stretcher that horrified him. No, it was who was on it...
"Tuck...? ... Tucker...? Are you still there?" Valerie asked concerned. Tucker almost forgot he was talking on the phone.
"Yeah, but not for long. I have to go now. Sorry... Bye!" Tucker hastily snapped his phone shut and redialed a different number on his phone.
"Come on Sam... Please pick up your phone just this one time that I call!" Tucker pleaded his friend as he waited for the goth to pick up the phone. A few more rings and she decided to pick up...
"Hello?" Sam asked, wondering who could be calling her at this time of night.
"Sam, It's Tucker," Tucker hurriedly greeted his friend without a simple 'hello.'
Sam took notice of her friend's panicky tone and turned on her worried, sensitive tone, hopefully to calm him down.
"Tucker? Are you alright? And, why in the world are you calling me this late at night?" Sam added as she took a glimpse of her alarm clock which read '12:54 AM.'
"Sam, some thing's wrong with Danny," Tucker summed it all up without having to explain anything further.
Sam gasped. "What do you mean by 'something'? Is he hurt? Was it a ghost fight or something?" Sam and Valerie were starting to think like each other now because of how much time they spent together within the past month.
"Valerie asked the same thing!" Tucker exclaimed, getting annoyed by his friends asking him what he meant.
"Well, maybe it's because you can't get everything clear enough for us and we keep wanting to know the whole story without you just summing it up and saying, 'Danny's hurt.' Would it kill you just for once to say what happened exactly?" Sam argued, her temper starting to flare.
Tucker just glared at an imaginary Sam, sitting on the floor in front of him, mocking him by sticking her tongue out and everything. "Well, maybe I would if you would stop sticking your tongue out at me!"
"Huh?" Sam questioned baffled, clearly missing part of Tuck's imaginary Sam making fun of him. Sam shook her head, feeling like it was finally time for peace.
"OK, Tuck, how long have we been friends for?" Sam asked, rubbing her temples with her free hand and squeezing her eyes shut, trying to calm herself down a bit.
Tucker was confused from the sudden question. "Umm... a little over a year I think..."Sam sighed.
"Well, don't you think that we should stop fighting and try to respect each others differences now?" Sam asked, hopefully, wandering around her room wearing her usual buttoned-down black night gown. Tucker quirked an eye brow.
"Umm... You know what, Sam. I think you're right..." Sam couldn't believe her ears!
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that, please?"
"Well, I said that I think you're right and that I am actually agreeing to what you are saying..." Tucker admitted, feeling a little shy about this little random talk.
"Oh... well, umm... thanks... I think?" Sam responded, not too sure as to how they would ever look at each other ever again.
"Umm... you- you're welcome..." Tucker said shyly as well. Sam just remembered something.
"Oh yeah, didn't you say that Danny was hurt?" Sam asked in anxiety. Tucker almost forgot this, too.
"Oh my gosh! I almost forgot! Well, you see, Danny and I were just playing around in his room and-,"
"'Playing' in his room?" Sam questioned, slightly afraid of what "playing" meant for the two of them.
"NOT LIKE THAT SAM!" Tucker objected into the phone. Sam had to hold the phone away from her ear so that she wouldn't go deaf from all of his yelling. Sam smirked.
"So... what happened after you were... playing?" Sam asked with a giggle, trying not to let Tucker hear it from the other end of the line.
"Well," Tucker started, trying to cool down himself, "Danny tripped over my sleeping bag, he fell to the floor, hit his, head, wouldn't respond, and now the paramedics are at his house right now loading him into the ambulance..." Or so he thought...
As Tucker waited for a response, all he heard was the dial tone.
"Umm... Sam? Hello? Are you still there?" Tucker looked confused as he pulled the phone away from his right ear and looked down at the tiny phone's screen. It had a picture of a phone on the hook and the letters that read 'Call Ended' signaled that Sam was most likely on her way to the house right now. Tucker sighed and let his phone slam shut. Tucker groaned, feeling like the whole thing was his fault.
It probably is... Tuck thought miserably. Well, maybe i should go and see how Mr. and Mrs. Fenton are doing... That might make me feel a little better... I don't know WHY though, but still, it might. Plus I can get some answers as to what happened to Danny... Tuck reasoned silently.
Slowly, he gently placed his phone back into his pocket and started walking at a leisurely pace. After what seemed like forever, he finally made it to the front door. Tucker opened it hesitantly, fearing what would be awaiting him outside. Finally, he opened the door, knowing that he would only have to go out there sooner or later. Tuck searched out Maddie and Jack who were waiting outside the ambulance as the paramedics were hoisting the stretcher up into the vehicle. He took this opportunity to walk up to Mr. and Mrs. Fenton.
"Do you know what happened to Danny?" Tucker asked, slowly approaching so as to not make them break down into uncontrollable sobs right in front of him.
They exchanged glances and sighed. "Danny's fine, but... well, there was something else that happened while you were on the phone downstairs..." Maddie explained.
"What happened?" Tucker asked, fearing the wost. Maddie was about to go on, but the sudden appearance of her son made her stop.
"Let me tell it," Danny demanded in a firm voice. Tuck's mouth dropped as he saw Danny turn around and show him the back of his head. There it was, unbearable for Tucker to look at.
Blood.
Ha ha! Evil cliffhanger! I know you all hate these little things, but we all have to live with them eventually now, don't we? Lol. I am starting to go in a different direction with this story, but I am still gonna have Danny be in a TV series. There is a little twist, and I hope you all think that it's a good idea. I'll tell my first reviewer and hopefully they will agree with me. Just tell me if you don't wanna hear what I have in store and I'll pass it to the runner up, and so on. Oh yeah, and one more thing. As most of you guys and gals out there who remember me saying in my last author's note, "Should I have monkeys rule the world?" may know my response. I think for one of the TV episodes should have ghost monkeys in it or something... :) lol. Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed this little chapter and again I hope you can forgive me for the long update time. R&R, please and thank you!