I get to sub for a P.E. teacher tomorrow. I wonder which character will be included in this scene?

That one time Dash had been assigned as Danny's training partner was practically torture, but compared to this? Danny was pretty sure he preferred another day with Dash.

Ms. Tetzlaff had seen improvement, but apparently not enough to completely save his floundering P.E. grade, which had prompted this monster of an obstacle course set up around the track field. It was also why his Friday afternoon was being spent here and not marathoning horror movies with Sam and Tucker, who had wished him luck and skipped off laughing at a joke he didn't get.

He was pretty sure Sam had set him up and Tucker was in on it. This was probably payback for replacing her bat decorations with fluffy pink fuzz balls.

Tucker must have ratted on him.

Darn it.

"Alright, Fenton," Tetzlaff boomed. He was glad she had forgone the whistle – with just one student, it wasn't very necessary – but she did have a megaphone in her hand, and Danny didn't like the looks of it. "Make it through this course in five minutes, and your grade might hit a B."

"Five minutes?!" he started, looking between her and the field incredulously. He may have beefed up a little, but covering this thing in five for a… "Wait, did you say a B?"

His thoughtful tone brought a large smile to her face.

"Maybe a B," she reiterated. "If you actually make an effort out here today. You passed the fitness test, but you've barely participated in class. Take this seriously, for once."

He held his tongue on the remark he wanted to make about the multitude of reasons he didn't participate (Dash, soreness from ghost fights, Dash, fear of revealing his secret, Dash), and instead repeated her, "Maybe a B."

That wouldn't hurt. Mom would stop complaining about at least one grade for a while.

"We're here for an hour, so take your time to walk the course. Practice any obstacles you aren't sure about. You either tell me when you're ready, or I'll let you know when thirty minutes has passed; whichever comes first."

Danny smirked. This could go well.

He took his time, walked the course, and explored the obstacles he couldn't immediately figure the best action for. Most of these he could visualize as obstacles for Phantom, if Phantom were grounded and permanently tangible. Actually, if he was lucky, he might be able to get away with a little bit of ghostly activity to help him out. There were some shortcuts he could take advantage of.

That depended on Tetzlaff, of course. Danny gave her a long look from the starting point. She was busy setting her timer, megaphone cradled under the crook of her arm.

He took a deep breath.

"On your mark, Fenton!"

His stance tightened.

"GO!"

He took off. There weren't any A-listers here to taunt him, no curious eyes save for Tetzlaff's, and that made Danny pretty happy. If he treated the obstacle course like training for ghost attacks, this didn't seem like such a bad deal.

The first three obstacles went pretty smoothly.

It was the fourth one where things went wrong.

He was climbing a rope leading up to a platform that would direct him to a set of monkey bars. Rope-climbing was not his favorite obstacle as a human (as a ghost, gravity didn't apply as much), but he could manage it now, especially if he visualized it as cheese.

"Four minutes, Fenton!"

The last thing he was expecting was Tetzlaff's voice to come booming through her megaphone, way too loud for someone back at the starting point. He started with a yelp, his hands slipped, and suddenly gravity reminded him that he was human, and it applied very much right now.

Instinctively, Danny fought against the fall. His decent slowed and he landed neatly on his feet, hand flying to his heart in an attempt to slow it down a little.

"Oh, man, that was close."

"Did you just…float?"

His heart was not going to calm down now.

He jumped for the second time, spinning around to find that the person he thought was still back at the starting point was definitely not still back at the starting point. No wonder her megaphone sounded way too close; it was.

"Ms. Tetzlaff!" he squeaked. Her question caught up with him. "What? NO! No, how would I even do that; it's not like I'm a ghost or something. That would be weird, don't you think? Can't be a ghost."

His reply came out in a way-too-fast ramble to be a decent cover-up, but he hoped Ms. Tetzlaff would buy it.

"Look, Fenton, I know Physics – There is no way you fell from that height and landed on your feet without having to bend your knees. You'd be in a load of pain right now, not to mention you wouldn't be standing. Also, people don't just slow down as they fall."

"Wait, you're the gym teacher," was all he could say in response to that. Shouldn't someone in science be giving him that sort of logical breakdown?

"Physics. Physical. Physical Education," she deadpanned.

Danny felt like he could see the word being underlined over her head.

He also felt like the world's biggest idiot.

"I…wow. How did I not notice that?"

"Probably because everyone calls it gym."

"Oh."

There was a really long silence Danny wasn't sure how to break. Tetzlaff was obviously thinking, and he didn't like that at all. When people think, they come to conclusions, and he didn't always like those conclusions.

Eventually she huffed out a laugh.

"I suppose a lot of things are overlooked when they have a different name, though. Fenton and Phantom, for instance?"

He definitely didn't like this conclusion.