Sarah's Challenge DP

As everyone else in Amity slept, Danny Fenton stayed awake, looking around the town for lose ghosts that escaped the portal. Just a little over a month ago, he could have been at home sleeping, just like all the other teens, well, all except for Dash Baxter who was currently walking home from Paulina's most recent party.

Danny flew around, trying not to be seen by all the passing people on the streets. While there weren't many to avoid, he still decided not to take any chances. The last thing he needed was exposure to the public.

"Yeah Kwan! I'm telling you dude, that party was sick! You really should have come... I don't care if we have a math quiz tomorrow, just convince the teachers to keep your grade at a passing level... You know! The old 'I'm on the football team I need passing grades!' thing!" Danny froze, looking down at the Jock as he talked on his cell phone while going invisible.

"Yeah, whatever. Go to bed if you want, I'm going to walk around for a while." With that, his phone was put away into his pocket, and he walked mechanically with his hands shoved into his coat pockets.

Danny instantly decided that being around Dash late at night wasn't a good idea, even if he was in his ghost form. Before he could get away however, a blue mist escaped his mouth, and he turned to see Skulker turning visible right in front of the built teen.

"Hello whelp." Dash let out a yell as he backed away from the specter, eyes wide in fear. Skulker chuckled at the mortal's reaction, and came forward, grabbing him by the collar of his white and red coat.

"I saw you at the school the Halfa goes to... maybe you know where to find him... Have you seen a ghost child around here?" Dash whimpered, hating the feeling of being overpowered, and shook his head with a negative response. With a sign, the ghost pointed a gun at the shivering boy.

"Stop!" Danny regained his visibility, and shot the gun off of the large armor, shocking the other enough to cause him to drop Dash, who watched paralyzed with fear. "You know he has nothing to do with this!" Danny shot at the other again, trying to somehow overwhelm him despite his lacking in practice.

"I've found you Whelp! Soon I shall have your body dried and stuffed!" Bellowed Skulker. "You'll be yet another well earned addition to my collection!" Danny made a gagging sound, looking away in disgust.

"I don't think you really understand just how gross that is!" he yelled as he fired even more shots at what he believed to be weak points, only to have rivaling shots fired back, and he fell to the ground.

"Oh my god... What the crap is going on!" Yelled Dash. "You're... You're GHOSTS! I mean-" his voice was drowned out by skulker's egotistical rant about how he deserved winning for so long, and how Danny was as good as his. Danny gasped in pain holding his now bleeding stomach, and pulled out a Fenton Thermos, pressing the button to suck in the ghost mid-speech.

Dash watched, bewildered, as the ghost gasped in pain, trying to stand up, but failing. This... thing, had saved his life. He hesitantly reached out his hand for the other to grab, pulling him up easily.

"Oh, that does not look good" he muttered, looking at the green and red oozing from the wound. Danny winced, looking down at the gash with concern. The jock felt sorry, knowing that the ghost didn't need to help, but did anyway.

"Thanks for that..." he said, and Danny looked up at the blond, before smiling.

"Yeah,... whatever Dash. I hope this proves I'm not a loser... heh" Dash looked down at Danny, and cocked a brow.

"Why would I call you a loser? The only person I call that is..." Danny cut him off, feeling the world around him spin. White rings formed around his waist, and they separated slowly. A red and white T-shirt. Blue jeans, and when tufts of ebony hair appeared, Dash finally realized just who the mysterious spirit was.

"Fenton!?" And Danny's world went black.

The next day, Danny woke in his home, tucked into bed.

"Was that all just some messed up dream" he pondered, pulling the covers up, gasping when he saw his torso wrapped in fabric, bloodstains almost edging close enough to leak. He groaned with effort, sitting up, and looked at the note on his side table.

Dear Fenton,

After you passed out, and I was done freaking, I brought you home through the window. I tried to bandage the cuts you got. and dude, thanks for last night, you really saved my skin. I won't tell anyone about you being dead or whatever you are, if you don't tell anyone that I was beaten by a ghost! We gotta deal?

Dash Baxter