"Fenturd," Dash hissed from behind him, as the classroom exploded into chaos. Desks were being flipped, arranged into a small barricade in the corner that the students, along with Mr. Lancer, were currently scurrying to hide behind. There was a crash from the hallway, then a crack that sounded suspiciously like a gunshot, and the hoard of students herded tighter together behind the desks. Danny felt a hand grip the back of his neck. "Fenton, do something."

"I can't," Danny snapped in return, pushing Dash away as students' eyes lingered on him. He tightened his jaw, peering between the desks, hoping to get a glimpse of the hallway through the door to no avail. "You know I can't."

"I think this qualifies as an emergency, Fentonio," Dash sneered back, before shooting a desperate sort of glare towards the teacher. "Right, Mr. Lancer? You won't expel him for saving our butts, will you?"

Lancer blinked at the pair, wide eyes betraying the panic he was trying to hide. "Well, no, I suppose… though our agreement specifically states exceptions due to ghostly emergencies…"

"It's not Lancer that I'm worried about," Danny bit back, irritated at the fact that Dash's fist was still tight on the back of his neck. "It's the Morons in White. They've rigged this place up with spectral energy detectors—and I'm not allowed to do anything inside school grounds. The second I do, they'll be alerted and come to haul me off to god-knows-where for violating our contract."

"Well they'll—they'll understand, right?" Dash whispered in a panic. "I mean, you're doing it to help people, not just for the hell of it…"

"I've always done it just to help people, Dash," Danny pointed out bitterly, shaking his head. "Never made a difference to them before."

Dash's grip on his neck tightened as he spun Danny to look at him square in the eye. "Oh, I see—so you're going to let this psychopath rampage through the school hurting people because you want to save your own skin. Very heroic of you, Phantom."

"Mr. Baxter!" Lancer hissed, angrily, but keeping his voice down. He opened his mouth as if to chastise Dash further, but stopped when Danny let out an irritated groan.

"You have a point, but I'm not happy about it," Danny ground out, and when twin silver rings appeared around his waist, Dash immediately let him go, scurrying backwards on the floor. "Just don't come crying to me when this town gets overrun by ghosts while I'm off being experimented on in some government lab."

"Mr. Fenton!"

Danny shrugged half-apologetically, casting a look over his shoulder as he shot up into the air. "Hey, I'm just being realistic. Patience and understanding don't exactly fit into the outlines of the Guys in White's handbook. They're more the 'shoot first, ask never' type."

Mr. Lancer pressed a hand to his forehead, as if he had a migraine. "Mr. Fenton, I don't suppose this is the time... Perhaps you should..." He turned his gaze towards the doorway, nodding slightly.

Danny raised his eyebrows. "Promise you won't expel me?"

Lancer let out a sigh, shaking his head. "No, I will not expel you Mr. Fenton. You have my word."

Danny grinned. "Cool." And he turned to go, when another voice stopped him.

"Hey, Fenturd," Dash called. "Stop that creep or I'm gonna kick your ass."

Danny smirked at him, quirking an eyebrow at his former bully. "Can't kick what you can't catch, Baxter," he countered, before grinning and taking off down the hallway, zooming through the air.