#he defeated Skulker but his parents grabbed him off guard

[lonely-bored-writer]

Is Everything Okay? Ch. 2

"Danny you had some pretty stupid ideas." Sam started, looking at the raven haired boy in front of her. "But this by far was the dumbest."

"Yea man, she has a point." Tucker jumped in, a concerned look burned into his exhausted friends face. "Running off like that was suspicion... What if he calls CPS!"

Daniel groaned, running a hand down his face. He couldn't believe how stupid he was. Right after the confrontation from Lancer Daniel ran straight home, or more so flew straight home. He locked himself in his room, and slept. He didn't want to think about what could happen. Didn't want to think about Lancer calling his parents or what it was that his parents and sister wanted. All he wanted, all he needed was uninterrupted sleep and he planned on getting it. He did, but when he woke up Sam and Tucker were there. Turns out he slept clear till Saturday morning.

"I know guys. I don't know what to do." Daniel frowned. "I was exhausted, and my whole body hurts. I don't understand it but what ever Skulker attacked me with stunted my healing, I just don't know anymore." Daniel groaned, falling back onto his bed missing the concerned moment the Goth and the Techno-geek shared. He threw his hands over his eyes, the heels of his pals digging into his eyes another sigh escaped his lips.

"Danny..." Sam trailed, sharing another glance at Tucker. Both were concerned of what Lancer would do. He knew something was up,and everyone feared what he would do next. "What are we going to do?"

Daniel felt his heartbeat increase drastically, tears pricking at the back of his eyes. Digging the heels of his palms firmer against his eyes, taking a deep breath. Vexation bubbled from underneath the panic, how could he have been so stupid? He messed up big time, and he doesn't think he can fix this. He could stand up against Pariah Dark, Vortex, Spectra, and even Vlad but Lancer? He went straight into panic. The only way he can even think to fix this is tell Lancer everything... But he can't. He doesn't know why, and it frustrates him to no end. He needed to come up with a plan, and he needed to before Monday.

"DANNY!" A concerned voice shouted, causing the zoned out teen to jumping, removing his arms and being met with the troubled faces of his friends. The confusing must have been noticeable on his face because Tucker continued. "We've been calling your name for a few minutes dude, you were completely out of it."

"I'm... sorry." Daniel sighed, sitting up. Ignoring the sharp pains that erupted throughout his body or the sting of tears behind his eyes. "I'll talk to Lancer in the morning. If he won't listen to me, then I don't know what I'll do."

"I have an idea." Sam's eyes glistened. "If he won't listen to you, maybe he'll listen to Phantom."

"Sam, you know I can't tell him"

"I know, I mean you could visit him as Phantom and tell him that Danny Fenton has been helping him hunt ghosts." Sam spoke, giving Danny a look, hoping he'll caught what she was throwing. Any hope left her body when all she was met with Daniel's cliche clueless stare met her.

"What do you... Oh..." Daniel's eyes widened, mind racing in thoughts. "That's actually...smart. First I'll talk to Lancer, and if he doesn't drop it then I'll talk to him as Phantom."

"Okay yea. Less likely for Mr. Lancer to notice the connection." Tucker's gaze fell on his PDA before he sighed. "I'm sorry dude, but I need to get back home. Sam and I will cover tonight, with Valeria. You need your rest."

Sam paused for a moment, most likely contemplating if she can take a second day of hunting without Daniel. Giving a small, hesitant smile and placed a hand on her friends knee. "Take it easy Dipstick." Sam followed Tucker out the door, the two flashing their best friend another glancing only to noticed he was already falling asleep...

Vibrant blue eyes fluttered open, taking time to adjust to the darkness. Confusion plagued Daniel's mind as he wondered what woke him from his dreamless sleep. Sitting up, he swung his legs off the bed and rubbed his tired eyes. 'I guess I should grab a snack, who knows how long I've been asleep' Daniel thought, yawning. He sat there a bit longer, trying to will himself to get up. A sudden knock on his door caused the boy to jump, head whipping promptly to stare at the bedroom door. His mind still foggy from sleep,it took him a moment to speak, but the person on the other side spoke first.

"Danny?" A tentative voice called through the wooden door. Daniel blinked, before his mind supplied who was speaking.

"Come in." Daniel shook his head, trying to clear the fogginess that still lingered evidently in his mind. The door creaked open, before the redhead entered, closing the door softly behind her.

"Danny..." She started, taking a stand in front of her baby brother. "Lancer spoke to me the other day." Before his sister could continue, the teen groaned.

"I'm trying to handle that Jazz, it's fine."

"It's not fine Danny." Jasmine spoke firmly, crossing her arms. "Lancer could very well contact the police, we better be glad he didn't."

"When did he talk to you?" Daniel questioned,resting his chin on his hand, eye dropping.

"During lunch." That elicited a soft sigh of relief. Daniel was just glad his sister hadn't heard of his moment in front of Lancer. "I told his to talk to you on Monday, so we need to come up with a good excuse."

"Don't worry Jazz." He sighed, continuing before his sister could cut in. "He already talked to me... I'll talk to him again on Monday, Tuck and Sam came up with a plan." Jasmine gave a hesitate nod, her eyes skimming over her brother.

"Is everything alright?" She held her hand up, silencing her younger brother. "Don't tell me everything is okay. Lancer does have some valid points. I just want you to know that even though I'm studying to be a psychologist, doesn't mean you can't talk to me."

"Jazz, really I'm okay." Daniel quickly cut in, giving her a smile. Her unconvinced look had him add on. "Just tired, I've pulled a few all nighters to hunt ghosts and I just need a break." Jasmine gave a sad sigh.

"That's a text book re-"

"Jazz please." Daniel sighed, shooting his sister a pleading look. "I'm honestly just tired, can I just sleep?" Jasmine moved to speak again before her eyes took in the younger teen's dark bags that circled his eyes, and the way his eye lids dropped. With a defeated sigh, she headed to the door.

"Okay Danny, BUT" She turned, pointing a finger at her brother. "We are having a serious talk when you wake up." Daniel gave a nod, flopping back onto his bed. The soft click of his door barely registered in his mind as he wondered why he was so tired. He slept from after school the day before to Saturday morning, then a few hours and he still feels like he's going to fall over any moment.

With another sigh, Danny curled up on his side. His eyes sliding close, only to shoot open again. Annoyance filled his veins, when he felt the shiver and blue wisp of air. He sat up and stretched.

"Here comes misplaced aggression."

"DANNY!" The shrill voice made Daniel wince, a hand still holding the side of his face. The ache causing him to keep his left eye shut, the hand trying to guard it from the pain, sadly the pain was internal. "This isn't good! We need to come up with a plan and we need to do it fast." His best friend Sam spoke, pulling the teen's hand away from his face and gave a wince.

"Dude, that looks like it hurts." The glare the African American received caused the teen to smile sheepishly. "You could say it was an invention accident."

"Tuck, I've used that excuse like twenty times from now." A realization dawned on the teen which caused him to groan and rest his head in his hands. "What am I going to tell my parents!"

"You were mugged?" Tucker attempted to supply, only to be glared at again, this time by both of his friends. "Okay but listen. You'll be walking home late from Sam's house. It's dark, you feel someone push something against your back and demand money. You don't have any so they pistol whip you and they ran. They were behind you and you didn't get to see him." Tucker cringed slightly, waiting for the onslaught of words that were to come. When nothing came, the teen turned his shocked face to his two friends who looked thoughtful.

"That could actually work." Sam spoke incredulously. "You actually had a good idea."

"Hey!"

"Do you think Lancer would buy that?" Daniel piped in, his fingering poking the left side of his face, wincing ever so slightly. "It's great that he cares, but I really hope he drops this."

"He might." Sam nudged his shoulder, giving a smile when he glanced at her.

"Yea, if we convince him enough he'll drop it that's for sure." Tucker jumped in, the trio making their way down towards their homes.

"Yea... I can't help but wonder why he didn't just contact CPS already?" Daniel questioned. "Don't get me wrong, it's awesome he hasn't, but wouldn't he have?" Sam and Tucker shared a look, confusion clouding their faces before they nodded.

The trio walked in silence from there, all three trying to come up with some plausible reasoning as to why Lancer was doing this. All three shared the same anxiety among each other. They all knew what was at risk, if Lancer contacted authorities the truth would have to come out. There was no way the Fentons would be cleared of child abuse with all the wounds Daniel was sporting.

When they reached the intersection, they exchanged goodbyes and went off to their respected homes. Daniel felt the anxiety rise, close to bubbling over. He couldn't help the looming fear he felt for tomorrow, when he would have to face Lancer. With their block schedule, he didn't have the English teacher tomorrow, but he was going to stop by his office after school. This all had to be dealt with and fast, before things get extraordinarily out of hand and completely down the drain. He released a sigh of relief when he noticed all the lights off in his home. At least he got away from a lecture that night.

To tired to bother with his powers, he lightly made his way towards his room. Taking a glance at his cell phone, he stifled the millionth sigh of the day. He had four hours before he had to be up and ready for school. Once in his room, his eyes drifted to his bag that rested on his desk. He needed to do his homework, he slept or ghost hunted pretty much all weekend and didn't get an ounce of work better. He couldn't leave it for today when he got back from school. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that he wouldn't ended up getting it done. With a sigh of defeat, he dropped himself in his desk chair. If he wanted Lancer off his back, he definitely needed to pick up his pace. Turning to his math homework, he tried to focus his bleary eyes. Half way through his homework stack, Daniel fell asleep on his desk.

Daniel sulked further into himself, gripping the straps of his bag tighter. No one else in the halls of Casper High School noticed or paid any mind to the teen. Not a mention of his half bruised face, or how he was dressed in an over sized hoodie. His heart hammered against his rib cage, anxiety and fear clutching at his stomach. He felt unbelievably nauseous, tears pricked the back of his eyes and he couldn't help but scold himself.

He couldn't understand why he could stand up to Lancer. He was able to fight, and taunt so many ghosts who wanted nothing more in their afterlives, but this English teacher was able to spike his anxiety to unbelievable levels. Made every step to Lancer's office feel like he was being held down by lead. With a hesitant hand, he pushed open the ajar door and was met with the back of his teacher, a folder held in his hands. Or it was.

The moment Daniel stepped into the room, Lancer turned. His face filled with shock and the folder he held crashed to the ground. There was a pregnant silence, no word was shared between the two. Until Lancer exclaimed his very common and well known curses.

"Great Gatsby!"

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