A strike of lightening flashed next to the long yellow bus, causing an uproar of screams to sound through out the bus. Ron Wilson, the overweight man driving the flying bus, calmly picked up the radio while keeping his eyes on the sky.
"Mayday, mayday. This is SkyDriver. Calling out to all other Drivers and MotherShip for assistance. I am stuck in this storm with a bus full of kids, and my GPS has given out. Please someone answer this SOS. Over and out." All of the students were shocked into silence. They hadn't known that their GPS was out, they were now literally flying blind.
The radio buzzed, catching everyone's attention. They all stared at the radio, trying to force it to work, trying to force someone to answer their plea for help. The radio went silent for a bit before buzzing again. And voices started to come out of the speakers. No, a voice.
"Hello. Hello. This is StormRider, calling out to SkyDriver to answer his plea. Talk to me, Driver. Over and out." The voice was scratchy and had buzzes clouding the voice, but it brought hope to the students and driver.
"This is SkyDriver, here. Where are you, StormRider?" Everyone was looking for a ship or a bus or a plane out of their windows now. Looking for anything that was not a storm cloud or lightening bolt.
"I see you, SkyDriver. You're right above me." This shocked the bus, and everyone started to try and look beneath them to see the mysterious aircraft. "Am I safe to assume that this is a bus full of Sky High students?" This shocked them even more so.
"Y-Yes, this is. Why? And how did you get beneath us?" Ron was very confused. He hadn't heard a thing, and the only ones that should be able to hear this radio length are Sky High and other Drivers. This "StormRider" shouldn't have to ask that question is he was either.
"Cause that would be about the only reason to drive into a storm like this one with a bus full of kids, if not to get them to school. Now, I am going to come up next to you on port side, or your left side, if you didn't know. That should answer you're second question." Everyone watched in anticipation out for the left hand side windows, waiting to see an amazing and state of the act aircraft. What they saw was even more amazing.
Now, flying beside them was a figure riding on a longer and wider than normal snowboard, accompanied by a swallow-tailed kite and a horse that was running on the clouds. To say that they were shocked was an understatement. The figure was close enough to the bus for the student to tell that he was male, and not much older than the juniors on the bus now. He was wearing mostly black, except for his arms where they could make out light blue almost white stripes from his shoulder to his wrist, where he seemed to be wearing gloves of some kind. His face was covered by the extended neck of his shirt and some kind of old style flying goggles. The board that he was flying on looked like it was an elongated snowboard and that his boots were attached to the board itself, and they could see even from the twelve yards that separated them from the stranger that his board was a silvery blue color while his boots were black. The swallow-tailed kite that flew beside him was much larger than it should be, and it's colors were wrong. The kite seemed to be a black and grey color, when it should be a black and white color. The horse was even more amazing. It was a reddish-brown mustang, with a white star and black socks. The stallion was running on the clouds themselves and kicking up pieces of it, as if the stallion was running through a desert and there were clouds of kicked up sand in it's wake.
Everyone was in awe of the trio, so in awe that they forgot where they were at that moment. Well, that is, until another flash of lightening struck near them. They all jumped. And there was buzzing in the radio again.
"Hey, hey now! Don't stop talking to me, Driver! Come in, Driver, come in! Don't tell me that strike took out you're radio, too!" The voice was clearer now and sounded worried and concerned. Some of the kids looked out of the windows to see that StormRider had his hand on his left ear, which probably housed the device that allowed him to talk to them.
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The StormRider - a Danny Phantom/Sky High Crossover
Fanfiction"Hey, hey now! Don't stop talking to me, Driver! Come in, Driver, come in! Don't tell me that strike took out you're radio, too!" "We hear you, StormRider. Just a bit shocked to see a young man literally riding the storm." No one expected for someo...