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Danny couldn't believe that he had gotten himself into this situation. Well, technically Phantom was in this situation, but Dash Baxter didn't know the difference. And he never would, if Danny had any say in it. Which, you, know, he did.

"Fuck," he whispered silently when he realized he couldn't turn intangible. In the tiny closet space, Dash gave his hero a weird look. "You...cuss?" "Well, yeah! Wouldn't you if you were me right now?!" Phantom snapped back. He really wanted to give Dash a weird look of his own; the snarky, sarcastic side of him wanted to know exactly what Dash would do if the Jock ever found out that he had been beating up and shoving his 'hero' in random lockers for the past two years.

Danny never even considered it as a possibility, though, so he stopped thinking of himself as Danny and started thinking like Phantom. The vigilante hero, or whatever people were calling him now. Danny rolled his eyes in frustration as he tried to get himself out of his prone position again. Currently, he and Dash were trapped in a janitor's closet with a ghost Danny had never seen before stalking around the school.

He would normally just reach out, turn both himself and Dash intangible and escape, but as fate would have it, his hands were pinned above his head and a wound on his stomach bleeding sluggishly prevented him from doing so. If he tried to go intangible, he would surely faint and turn back into his human form. And Dash couldn't know. Not like this.

A grunt of surprise in the dark made Danny perk up again. "Hey, Phantom! I got free, do you need help?" He growled. Dash could be really stupid at times. "Yeah, just get my hands loose and I can get it from there." 'And be careful,' he added silently, wincing as Dash crashed over something and yelp in surprise. The jock was anything but.

As Dash worked on getting his hands free, Danny tried not to think about how close their faces were. When Dash moved his wrist the wrong way, the halfa gasped in pain and bit his lip, hips accidentally bucking up as he tried to move it back out of the painful position. "Oh, sorry!" Dash theatrically whispered as Danny's lip began to bleed. The wound on his stomach gave a sharp pang as he settled down again.

"I-It's -ow- okay. Just, work faster," he muttered out, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He could feel himself getting weaker. If the ghost found them, then...Well, Phantom didn't want to think about that. Finally, Dash managed to get the halfa's hands free and stepped back to give the ghost some space. Only, Phantom didn't move much.

One hand dropped back to his side and weakly pressed against the items holding him in the corner, and one hand pressed hard against his stomach. "Hey, Phantom. Are you alright?" Danny shook his head. He forgot, momentarily, that Dash was seeing the town superhero and not the 'loser' he bear up daily. This was getting hard(er).

"Hey, Dash," Phantom was cut off by a coughing fit, ignoring the fact that Dash was hanging off every word he said. "Can you keep a secret?" Even though the quarterback nodded his head eagerly, the injured halfa didn't quite believe him. He didn't have much of a choice, though, and as Danny gave up and gave in, the two blue-white rings of light roved over his figure, changing him back into his regular form.