Wanting: Chapter 2

Disclaimer: You know the drill. DP ain't mine. Damn.

His head was spinning and he felt like someone had bashed his head in. 'What the…,' he thought groaning. 'What happened? …SKULKER!' Danny gasped and jumped up, preparing to dodge what ever missile that came blasting out of one of Skulker's guns, destroying surrounding buildings as well as trying to destroy him. Only there weren't any missiles. And there weren't any buildings. He was in his room, surrounded by his space collection, lying in bed.

"Huh?" he muttered, flopping back down on his bed, feeling very confused. He glanced around again. No holes in the wall, no ectoplasm, and absolutely no sign that a battle had taken place. At all. 'Had it been a dream?' he thought, groaning, and then wincing as his head throbbed. "Nope," he groaned again, getting up to map out the damage. After a quick glance at his alarmed clock (3am), he phased into the bathroom to wrap up the more serious wounds that didn't heal over night. Surprisingly, none of them were that bad.

"Wakey, wakey!" came the overly cheery voice of the ghost hunting family's own early bird. Jazz. Danny muttered something that vaguely sounded like "go away" even to his ears, and turned onto his side. Sunlight flashed in front of Danny's face as she opened the curtains, causing him to groan again. "Please Jazz," Danny groaned, "Five more minutes!"

"Nope," she chirped, pulling me out of bed. "Come on Danny! Time for school! You can't be late again!" Successfully awakened, she practically skipped out of the room. Skipped! Dear God, how can anyone be that chipper in the morning?

He glanced at the clock and realized that it was 7:01 am. "Shoot, I'm going to be late!"

After taking a quick shower and getting dressed, he raced out the door, grabbing some toast off the kitchen table. "Bye Mom, bye Dad, love ya!" he said as he hurried toward the door.

"Wait, Danny!" cried his fudge loving father. "I wanted to show you my new ghost-hunting invention!" Hearing that, Danny sped up and was out before Jack could say anything else. Jumping down from the steps, he saw Sam and Tucker, waiting impatiently at the end of the drive way.

"About time, dude! Hurry up, or we'll be late again!" Our own techno geek gave a face-breaking smile and started off. "What were you doing that was taking so long any?" he asked wagging his eyebrows in a suggestful manner

"Sorry, Tuck. I'm just really tired from ghost hunting" Danny said, yawning half way through the sentence, choosing to ignore whatever Tucker was insinuating. Sam sent him a sympathetic look.

"Really? Who was it this time?" Tucker asked, playing around with his beloved PDA. 'I swear, Tucker's going to marry the thing,' Danny thought offhandedly "Is it anyone new?"

"Nope," Danny said, making a popping sound at the p. "Just Skulker again."

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Sam asked, looking at him worriedly. Danny smiled at her, thinking about how overprotective she came about anything ghost related.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just…Skulker was acting kind of weird. I mean, he knocked me out, but I ended up waking in my bedroom, safe and sound." 'And it was really weird, he though furrowing his eyebrows as he thought. "Skulker's been after my pelt forever, and when he had a chance, he didn't get it? Something must be up."

"Maybe Clockwork helped you out," Tucker said lazily as we walked up to the school entrance.

"I guess…," Danny said hesitantly. 'But I doubt it. Something doesn't feel right.'

The rest of the school day pasted in a haze. Lectures, Mr. Lancer, Box Ghost, homework. That pretty much sums it up. As his friends and he walked out the door, his ghost sense activated.

"Great…Go on without me guys. It's probably just the Box Ghost again." Agreeing, Sam and Tucker headed to the Nasty Burger as Danny changed into his ghost persona and flew off.

As Danny flew over Amity Park, he didn't see any ghosts causing trouble at all. He searched throughout his hometown feeling very confused.

'Maybe it was a false alarm?' he wondered, not believing it for a minute, but unable to come up with anything else. That set, he turned and set off towards home, not sensing the eyes watching him as he left.

With the towns' ghostly protector gone, Skulker moved out of the shadows he had been hiding in and grinned. "Let the hunt begin!"

AN: Yes, well, uh…long time no see? Heh heh heh…look, I'm really sorry for ditching on making fanfics for so long. And chances are, I won't be updating again in a long time. I don't really have an excuse. I just didn't do it. Sorry. But anyway, some ppl said that they want me to continue Wanting, so here we are! I may not be updating it again though (bites lip). So sorry. I only write when I get inspiration and I don't get it too often. If I force myself to write a fanfic, that's how it sounds like. Totally forced. I'll try to do better, but don't count on it.

Anyway, not much romancin' going on here. Sorry. And yes, I know Skulker seems like a bit of a stalker at the end, but look at his name! Lol, jk, but still. You'll see why in the next chapter that'll come. Eventually.

Any way, please review. When you review, it makes my day. Sad, isn't it?

Until Next Time (whenever that is)

~inuyashaxkagome321