A Phantom of a Truth

Chapter Eleven

Something should've told Wes that this tutoring session was not going to be easy. Now, don't get him wrong. Danny did his work as he was suppose to, worked hard, and (for the most part) was fairly easy to teach. In those moments like these. Wes could easily see how Danny could take down great villains of yore, win despite the towering odds against him, and outwit ghost hunters and villains alike with years of experience prior to the epic battle that happens after.

And then, there was moments like this.

"Danny, please come out from under the desk." Wes didn't have to see the other's face to know the scowl that was shot his way.

A groan emanated from under the desk. "But its so nice down here... and I'm so tirrreed."

Wes couldn't argue with him there. It was past midnight. Between Danny's friends frantic calls and the constant ghost attacks plus the mounds of homework Danny had. It was little wonder that it took them so long. And thank whatever higher power that was above them that Wes finished his homework early that day.

Needless to say, Wes was beginning to regret his decision to tutor Danny. He wondered if it was a bit to late to back out of this... "Danny, we're almost there. All we have to do is finish English. And then we're done! And then we can get some sleep." The real tragedy here was that Wes found out the hard way that Danny was absolutely no good at English. Danny was a pro and raced through the math and science. Social Studies was a little bumpy, but they managed through. The minute they started on English-

"... Do you think, if the world found out my secret. I would qualify for human rights? Or no?"

Wes blinked. He honestly didn't know how he should respond to that. "Um, yes? But really Danny, you need to get out of there."

"But I don't wanna." Danny whined.

Wes rolled his eyes "Fine. You want to be childish? If you don't get up from there, I promise you that I will use the Fenton Thermos and drag you of out there myself!"

Danny peaked out from the desk and gave him a rather pathetic look "Do I really have to..."

Wes crossed his arms and gave him a stern and pointed glare "yes Danny, you do. This shouldn't need to be clarified."

Danny grumbled as he got up, dusted himself off and sat back down at his chair. "Just know, that if this comes down to it? I will crawl myself to freedom!"

"I'm sure you will." It was going so well at first too. Wes avoided the most physical contact as possible without appearing rude or suspicious. Aside from a few bumps here and there (ghost fights) they raced by most of the stuff. Danny was actually fun to work with...

Then Danny's English Homework reared its ugly face and everything crumbled from there.

Danny blankly stared at his pencil then looked towards Wes. "Ok, out of morbid curiosity. How many pencils do you think I could shove into my head if I made my brain intangible?"

Hmmm... Wes might of just broken 'The Great' Phantom... Wes could only give Danny a bewildered look "W- What?!"

Danny put down his pencils and look afar "I'm not gonna try it or anything. But, seriously, How many? I think 12 sounds about right..."

Wes could actually cry right now. He could, he really could. He was so tired... "Danny, we can Google how many pencils fit in a human brain later." While Wes wouldn't admit it, he was actually kind of curious. "But right now, we have to finish this. And if you don't pull yourself together I swear to god I will-"

"I'm DONE! HA! Take that Mr.lancer!" Danny got up and did a happy dance.

For a couple of seconds Wes couldn't process what was told to him. Slowly, but surly Wes's smile began to creep upwards in pure unadulterated, joy. When the message finally got through Wes threw his hands in the air "WO~HO! YES!" Wes gave Danny a crooked smiled and held out his hand. And both simultaneously flinched when Danny accepted.

Danny shot Wes a annoyed glance as he rubbed his hand from the contact "Wes, whatever your doing. Can you please stop?! This humming is driving me crazy."

At that Wes froze. He couldn't mean... "Wait. Hold on a second. You think that's me?! I- I thought you were doing some weird ghostly voodoo or something!"

Danny shook his head "no, its not me ether- at lest not that I know of. And... ghostly... voodoo? Really? That's your conclusion?"

"I'm tired. Ok?!" At this Wes turned a light shad of red.

Danny ran his hands through his hair and sat down. "ugh. I'm to sleep deprived for this right now. Next Saturday I'm gonna try and fix this, alright?"

Wes slowly nodded. But he wasn't really paying attention due to the fact it was taking all of his will power not to collapse in his desk and fall asleep. "umm hmm... alright" Dear lord, how common are nights like this to Danny? "Danny, how many hours do you sleep?"

Danny seemed seem slightly taken back by the question. Then shrugged "I don't know... About three- four hours? It depends."

At this Wes straitened up and looked at him wide eye "w-what? No. That's just- no." He let out a sigh and slouched back down "why must you be so self destructive..."

Danny crossed his arms "Hey! In my defense, We're under constant attack and-" In mid rant Danny realized that Wes wasn't lessoning, and was instead asleep. Danny considered just leaving him how he is and thought better of it. He grabbed a blanket and tossed it on him, gathered his papers and began to float out the door after a quick transform to the infamous Phantom. And did a face palm as realization drawn to him.

Crap.

They have school tomorrow...

Later that night Danny's eyes and hands once again glowed green as symbols once again covered the walls.