Short fic writing trip

Sacred Secrets 2

idea - morning of carnival, danny sets up booth, dash comes up and hassles him, carnival exposition, raffle call, name 20 (make up some if needed) all in lancers class, que trio panic (see if you can throw jazz in there)

It was early in the morning of the carnival, and Danny hadn't slept more than a couple hours over the last week. This last night was the worst, getting a maximum of 15 minutes, mixed with ghost fighting and the stress and fatigue catching up to him, it was safe to assume Danny was a little more dead on his feet than usual. He nearly gave his sister Jazz a heart attack when she tried to get his attention and he spun around fast enough to give a cheetah whiplash.

"Christ, Danny, you scared me." She peered at him a little closer and frowned, "why are your eyes so bloodshot, and whats in that cup?"

Danny grinned sheepishly, but his eyes stayed open and on Jazz, making him look more like a serial killer than a nervous teen.

"Oh yea I just haven't gotten much sleep and I'm stressed about the carnival today but I need to be totally awake for this so I know if and how bad I'm screwed so I mixed about 3 5 hour energies with some Red Bull and I think this is my 3rd cup." Danny rambled out incredibly quick, only to be met with the horrified face of his sister.

"I- I can't even begin to tell you how much of that sentence is incredibly distressing, but I think you've had enough of... This." She pulled the cup from Danny's hands and poured it down the sink, much to her little brother's dismay.

"Fine, but if I crash and something happens, it's your fault."

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The sun was only about half way in the sky when the Fentons plus Sam and Tucker arrived for set up, yet the heat was already uncomfortable, especially to the halfa with an ice core. Sam had half a thought to bring a cooler of drinks, and was using the ice to help keep her boyfriend from getting heatstroke at 9 in the morning.

"Why," Danny struck a spike with a hammer, "did this," another stike, "stupid town," strike, "get founded," he missed the spike this time, "in the middle of summer!" He struck really hard this time, accidentally using some of his ghostly strength, and the spike sunk below ground level. He stared blankly at the hole he'd created for a moment before Sam shook him out of his stupor.

"Maybe take a break? You're exhausted, and you need to cool down before you get sick. I don't know what over heating your core will do but I'm not looking to find out. So sit down, breathe, and eat some ice." She pulled Danny to the ground and dragged her cooler in front of him, blocking him in between the half finished raffle booth. He sighed, knowing better than to argue. He was almost enjoying the moment of rest when a voice shattered his peace.

"Oi Fenturd!" A tall, bulky blonde boy around Danny's age came stomping over, earning a groan from all three friends.

"What Dash?" Danny sighed, exasperation seeping through his words.