Lost in the Mists

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

Part of "The White Dreamer" collection.

Sleep

"Danny! Don't go to sleep," Sam's voice was sharp in his ears, but to no avail. He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He slipped into the darkness.

"Danny!"

"Danny!" the teacher shouted in his ear, causing him to bolt upright. "Good, now that you are with us," Miss Spectra said, frowning at him. "Maybe you can tell me the location of the Far Frozen and its significance in the history of our world, Mr. Phantom?"

Danny slumped down in his seat. "Uh, Ghost Zone's South Pole and Frostbite's people guard a map to any portal in existence?"

"Good, Mr. Phantom. Kindly stay awake in my class, please," Miss Spectra narrowed her eyes at him.

The bell rang for lunch. Students gathered their things and flew out of the room.

"Danny, would you stay for a moment?" Miss Spectra asked.

"I guess," Danny said, knowing he was going to get a detention for sleeping in class again.

"Has your mother taken you to a physician yet for your condition?" his teacher asked.

"Yesterday," he mumbled, green eyes downcast. "Said it was something triggered by my insomnia."

"Basically, you are having those dreams again," Miss Spectra stated.

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled.

"It's okay, Phantom, get to lunch. You don't have much time left and I'm sure Miss McLean is loitering outside the door waiting for you," the teacher said, with a hint of a smile.

Ember stuck her head in the door. "Got that right, teach!"

"So you're not bi-polar or anything?" Ember asked, as they looked for a bench outside.

"No," Danny replied, picking at his food.

"What is this world like? Am I in it?" she grinned.

"Yes, you are a ghost and when people chant your name, your hair catches fire," he said, spearing a sausage. The Lunch Lady believed in a healthy protein diet.

"Danny, I am a ghost and my ponytail is made of flames," she emphasized. "That's nothing new."

"You're a rock star who put me under a love spell, making me think I was in love with my best friend, and tried to take over the world," he replied.

"Oh," she said. Then it dawned on her what he said. "Wait! I'm a rock star? That is so outrageous. Danny? Danny? Somebody get the teacher!"

"Somebody get the teacher!" Danny groaned and opened his eyes and promptly shut his eyes.

"Uh, Ember, what happened?" he groaned.

"Thank God, you are alright, Danny," Sam's voice, lined with worry and relief, came from nearby.

"Where am I?" he mumbled, trying to sit up, only to be pushed back down by Sam.

"You blacked out and somebody's gone to get Lancer. You seriously need to get some rest, Danny. All the ghost fighting is getting to you."

"I know, Sam," he sighed and closed his eyes briefly. "This couldn't be a side effect of my ghost powers, you think?"

"Could be, dude," Tucker said, coming back with Lancer in tow. He was thankful that Lancer had been just out of earshot to not hear Danny's last comment.

"Wee Free Men!" Lancer exclaimed. "What is going on here?"

Sam and Danny jerked apart and blushed.

The teacher sighed.

The teacher sighed. "Come on, Daniel," Miss Spectra said. "Wake-up!'