Hello, Hello, Hello. I know I'm in the middle of another story and I put this up...how dare I but 1. It's a shortie and 2. I found it while studying for an exam in Micro Economics so please don't kill me. I only took the time to type it up and that's it. Plus I had written Chapter 10 for WDWSUFT and then lost it and don't like writing the same thing twice so now I'm rethinking the direction of the story.
This is my first Danny Phantom story, not the first I wrote but my first on Fanfiction. I hope it's okay. I tried to edit it a little since I wrote it in High School but I didn't want to take up to much time with it. And I had to put up something for Halloween. I love Halloween.
For those that don't know what a shortie is it's a Short Story +ie. It's a story that can be summed up in 2-5 chapters and I put up the entire thing at one time. I have another one that's completely unattached to this one but with the same Desiree concept but for Dash but wanted to see how this one was percieved first.
Disclaimer: Definitly don't own Danny Phantom...I don't even own the DVDs that came out or have a subscription to NickToons network (the only channel that still plays Danny Phantom)
Jack looked at the clock for the fifth time, 10:45. Danny was forty-five minutes late for curfew. He understood teenagers being late but this was ridiculous. He'd given Danny a Cell Fone, the F for Fenton of course, that allowed him to call home for when he was late but he never seemed to use it. Plus, whenever he finally did end up home he was always covered in bruises and cuts. Now that wasn't normal for a teenager.
Jack sighed, defeated. Danny was going to have to be grounded. There was nothing else he could do. He hated the idea of grounding his son but he was worried and it seemed that was the only way he could get anything from the fourteen year old boy. He checked the clock again, 10:47. He sighed again and stood up, walking to kitchen to get some fudge, his weakness.
Shutting the fridge, Jack began to wander back toward the living room with his glass of milk and plate of fudge. Slowly opening the swinging door he noticed a certain raven haired son shutting the front door covered in cuts and bruises attempting to sneak up to his room. Jack sighed again, the boys "quiet" steps sounded more like a stampede of elephants in the silent house. Jack flung the door open, causing Danny to glance up startled,
"Danny, you're late."
"Dad, I know and I'm sorry, it's just…" he started, trailing off.
"Just what?" Jack asked curiously, rubbing his forehead exasperated.
"Can we talk about this later?" Danny asked, clearly faking a yawn, "I'm tired and it's a school night."
"Fine Danny," Jack muttered, "Fine. But we will be talking about this tomorrow and I might as well tell you that you're grounded. You'll be going to school and coming straight home for the next two weeks."
"But Dad," Danny started.
"No buts," Jack replied, exasperated, "I thought you were tired; head up to bed."
Jack noticed Danny mutter something under his breath as he clomped, dejectedly up the stairs. Jack sighed again, flopping onto the couch watching his milk slosh against the glass, "I wish I knew what was going on with Danny and why he's so late all the time." He took a bite of fudge and munched quietly to himself.
Hovering invisibly behind him smiled the same ghost who had evaded capture the same night from a certain Danny Phantom, Desiree. The smiled played across her lips and she looked down at the overweight ghost hunter, "So you have wished it so shall it be."