Hello! Got this idea from a movie I watched and you'll probably see a few similarities to it, but I'm not going to really base it off it; it's a totally different back story.

Summary: Danny snaps when Dash goes too far in his daily torments and in retaliation, launches a baseball right into a not so good spot. When the coach of the baseball team witnesses the throw, he's more than eager to get the teen signed up for the team—as a pitcher. Hesitant at first at the coach's request, Danny soon finds himself a member of the Raven baseball team. And as his social status heightens, his confidence does as well. Other Notes: Danny & Sam are already dating; age of main characters: 16 (ending of sophomore year)

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon Studios.


Chapter One:

Fast As Lightning

Danny Fenton blinked several times in the bright sunlight that showed no mercy for their last hour gym class. It was nearly ninety degrees, but the humidity in the air made it so much worse that everyone seemed sluggish and less than eager to play a real game of baseball. Even the two gym teachers had agreed as long as they kept busy, they didn't have to go to a full out game for the baseball unit.

Most of the class had given up—even if it counted against their participation points—and were sitting on the bleachers. But since most of those candidates had been preppy, cheerleader girls, his best friend and girlfriend Sam had insisted they be elsewhere. They'd chosen to play catch as batting practice was out of the question. The sporty jocks had taken over that area.

"Jeez, I think I'm going to melt," Tucker groaned, taking off his beret to wipe sweat from his forehead. He caught the lightly tossed ball from Sam's direction in his glove and sighed. "I can't wait till I get home to air conditioning."

"Ours is broken," Sam said as Tucker threw it to Danny. "Wink wink…It saves energy and money."

"So you'd rather save the environment by trashing one air conditioner at a time and suffer than just turn it on for like an hour or two every once in a while?" Tucker wondered.

She simply shrugged. "It may be one at a time, but anything helps. You guys should try it too. Every little bit helps…"

The two boys exchanged glances as she threw it back to Tucker. It only took two seconds for them to both say, "Nah…We'll pass," in unison.

She rolled her lilac eyes. "Fine; you destroy the earth. This is what you're going to leave your future generations. Your choice."

"Sam, I love ya, but if we're destroying the earth by simply turning on the air conditioning…I'd rather not die in the sweltering heat than save the earth," Danny said, throwing it over to her.

"Really now?" she challenged, grinning mischievously and then launching it hard back at him.

"Hey now," he said, catching it easily but still feeling how much strength she'd put into throwing it. He laughed and decided to hand it back over to Tucker instead.

"Want to save the world now Danny?" she asked. She thought about what she'd said and laughed. "In a different way?" All three of them laughed.

"I have to agree with Danny on this one since really, it was my argument in the first place. You'd rather sit in your house, dying, soaked in sweat than turn the--"

"Goths don't sweat, we--"

"Dying, simmering in your own sweat than turn on the air conditioning?" he continued, sighing. He looked over at his other best friend. "Your girlfriend's gone off to the land of crazyville. Oh, and by the way, you never did buy me a souvenir."

"Hey," Danny said as Sam shot him a look as if to say, "you'd better defend me before I attack." He sighed. "That's not nice. She always buys me a gift first. Wait your turn."

"Oh," Sam said. She took off her glove and rushed forwards, tackling him onto the ground hard, dirt from the diamond rising up around them from the impact.

"Ow," he shouted, more out of shock than actual pain. She forced his hands on the ground and leaned forwards, sitting right on top of his stomach.

"Now…what do you say?" she whispered in his ear, making him grin.

"That really, really didn't sound right. Do you have to do that in the dirt…in public…in front of me?" Tucker said, looking away.

"I'm sorry," Danny said, laughing at the same time.

"How convincing," she said sarcastically.

"I am." He mocked a small child's voice. "I sowrie." He stuck out his lip in a small pout. "Forgive me?"

She smiled and leaned forwards. "Who could resist that? But of course." She kissed him quickly and started to stand up, but he grabbed onto her back and pulled her to him and they kissed again.

"Oh, gross…Like, nobody needs to see that," taunted a voice, standing not so far away.

Danny and Sam broke apart, shared looks, and she stood up, sighing. "What? Jealous that you don't have action in your life? Cause the most action I see around you is your faces when your brains are trying to work."

Tucker and Danny, climbing slowly to his feet, couldn't hold back snorts as they both burst into laughter.

Dash, Kwan, Darren, and Kyle, all sports team members, looked less than amused, flexing their muscles threateningly.

"Careful geek; don't want to lose that ugly face of yours, would you?" Dash retaliated.

"Back off," Danny snapped angrily, feeling his eyes burn.

"Oooh, hooh, Fentonio's sticking up for his little girlfriend," the blonde haired jock said, walking up to him so that they were standing only inches apart. He shoved him hard with his hands and he stumbled backwards. "What are you going to do about it?"

Danny stepped forwards, feeling his hands clench into fists, but someone put a hand on his shoulder. Jumping about a foot, he looked up to see Coach Tetslaff staring down at them, disapproval clear on her face.

"What's going on here?" she demanded, her gruff voice making neither of them want to admit what could have happened.

"Nothing," Dash said after a few seconds.

"Fenton?" Tetslaff tried, raising an eyebrow. Danny figured she clearly knew it was a lie, but went along with it, feeling his eyes turn slowly back to normal.

"It's nothing," he said, shrugging it off.

"You boys stay out of trouble. We've only got a few minutes left of the class, got it?" she warned, stepping away, but still keeping a hawk like eye upon them even after she returned to her spot in the dugout next to Coach Kinder.

"You're lucky the teachers wouldn't let me pound you right in front of them," Dash growled, his muscles tensing up as his indigo eyes flashed back onto Danny. "You and your little loser pack."

He would have said something to defend himself but decided against it, not wanting Tetslaff to come back over as he did. Instead, he shook his head and turned back towards his friends, both of which were staring at him in understanding. He walked back over to them.

It wasn't like he couldn't take on Dash. In the back of his mind he knew he could probably put him in the ground. But what would that prove? It would probably only get him into more trouble and of course, the teachers would side with the popular jock than the actual victim of the situation. There was nothing he could do.

"You okay?" Tucker's question brought him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," he said, although he was far from it. He picked up his and Sam's glove from the ground and sighed. "Just a few more weeks, right?"

"Three and counting. Plus we get a break this Friday for teacher's institute day," Sam agreed. "So really, we only have fourteen days left of school."

"I think fourteen is…too many," Tucker said, panting slightly and trying to fan himself off with his beret. "I can't wait till summer."

"No homework, no teachers, no jocks," Danny agreed. "Nothing but sun, fun, and the occasional drop in of ghosts."

"Yeah…that's what we said last year," Tucker grumbled. "More like nothing but sun and ghosts is more like it."

"At least now…I've had my powers for two years. I can take care of anything that comes our way."
Almost at his exact words, something slammed into the back of his head and he stumbled roughly into Tucker ahead of him. Both of his friends gave gasps of concern, but he felt a fiery explosion take off within him, his normally pretty blue eyes changing to a vivid, angry green.

He turned around to see a baseball at his feet, the back of his head throbbing. Standing a good fifteen feet away, Dash and the other jocks were laughing their heads off.

"Hey, Fentoad, catch my drift?" Dash called. Even though his joke hadn't been that funny, the crowd around him honked with laughter.

"Catch this!" Danny shouted, picking up the ball. He put full strength—ghost as well, and slammed it hard in Dash's direction. Within seconds, the ball nearly slammed into the lower half of his chest and seemed to drop almost even lower. Dash jumped, just barely catching it barehanded and blocked a specific spot. A stupid move on his part because then he cried out, shaking his hand, the ball dropping to the dirt.

"Nice," Tucker said as he turned back, giving him a high five.

"Let's take it in!" Tetslaff called. She must not have even noticed the small scuttle because she never said a word about it as everyone started walking back towards the gym locker rooms.

"That was awesome Danny," Sam agreed. "And you didn't even get in trouble."

"The times are turning," Tucker said. He glanced back at his friend, who was still bright red in the face with anger. "Dude, you okay?"

He felt his fingers uncurl themselves out of fists and took a deep breath. "I'm fine…"

"Calm down," Sam instructed gently, taking one of his hands in her own. "You won this time. It's alright. And it was…amazing."

"Yeah, how long will that last?" he muttered.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Does it matter right now?"

"No…" he sighed.

"Look, Danny. They're not going to stop messing with you. But…I think you won the battle for today, alright?" She kissed him lightly. "Alright?"

"Maybe…" He grinned and she brushed her lips against his again, this time holding it longer. When she pulled away, he sighed. "Okay, now I feel better."

"Good," Sam said, starting to walk away. "You should."

He smiled at her as she headed into the girls' locker rooms and turned around to find Tucker waiting for him, one eyebrow raised.

"What?" he asked, unable to hide a grin.

"Boy, you be whipped…" he replied, putting an arm around his shoulders. "Whipped baaadd…"

"Whatever," he argued.

Tucker laughed and shoved his best friend's head right into his shirt's armpit. "Smells nice, don't it?"

"Dude, get off," Danny said, pushing him away as they both walked into the locker rooms. They both laughed and Tucker slid over to his locker quickly so that he couldn't take revenge too easily.

"I'm going to take a nice…cold shower," Tucker said, sighing as he opened up the heavy metal door. "You?"

"Cheeyah," he agreed. He'd just started to take off his gym shirt when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Stopping and automatically knowing who it was by the strength of the grip, he turned around. "Dash, just let it go--"

A gasp escaped his throat and he jumped in surprise to find it wasn't Dash at all. It was Coach Kinder. "Oh, sorry I…" he stammered nervously.

"That's alright kiddo. Wondering if I could talk to you a moment," he said. Coach Kinder was only about in his early thirties with dark brown hair and pale green eyes. He was the coach of the baseball and track teams and was usually one of the teachers that sided with the jocks over everyone else. Like now. "Look, I'm not going to deny that I saw you throw that ball at Dash."

A sense of regret went through Danny at his words. Now he was in trouble; getting back at Dash hadn't been the best plan after all. "Oh…I'm sorry, I kind of lost control."
"Whatever you did…it was absolutely amazing," he said.

Danny blinked in surprise at his unexpected statement. "W—what?"

"Kiddo, how long have you been able to throw like that? Your aim was perfect. Right on the dot, fast as lightning…I've never seen that before except in the pros," he told him. "I couldn't believe it at first even."

"I…I…" He didn't know what to say.

The coach laughed at his lack of repliance. "You play any sports son?"

Danny tried not making a face at the new name, but inside, he was instantly reminded of someone he'd also grown to hate… "Is bowling a sport?" he asked, a little harsher than intended. He cleared his throat.

"Technically it is." Coach Kinder actually laughed. "But I meant for the school."

"No," he replied, shaking his head.

"Well…how would you like to play for the school baseball team?" he suddenly asked. "I saw your arm out there. With a little practice, you'd be on fire."

Danny stared. "I don't even…I'm not good at baseball."

"That's what the practice is for kiddo," he said. "The season just started. We haven't even had a game yet. And to be honest, I need another pitcher. I'll lose Thompson next year and if you've got the right training…" He trailed off, but Danny got it.

"Mr. Kinder, I'm not--"

"Please, call me coach," he corrected, not seeming to be offended at least.

"Coach, I've never really played baseball and I'm not really good…at baseball."

"Kiddo, you crack me up. With a little practice, I'm saying you'll get good. So…what do you say? Think you could be a Raven?" He held out his hand as if to seal off a deal.

Danny hesitated and then made up his mind. "I appreciate you asking and I think it's pretty miraculous," he admitted. "But no thanks."

The coach seemed hurt by his answer. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he said, trying to sound a little nicer. "But really, thank you."

"Alright," Coach Kinder sighed. "If you ever change your mind…do it before it's too late." He walked away, looking disappointed and Danny rubbed the back of his neck, not sure whether to be confused, astounded, or relieved.

"Dude!" Tucker exclaimed behind him, making him start. "Dude, what the heck is wrong with you?"

"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"That was like…a once in a lifetime opportunity," he replied. "Did you not see how serious he was?"

"Serious maybe, I saw that. But I can't join the baseball team," he said, sitting down and removing his shoes.

"And why not?"

"Because…why are you--"

"Siding with him? He may have a point. With your…abilities," Tucker said, coding what he was really talking about. "You could kill out there. And he said he'd teach you."

"That's not the point," he said.

"Yeah, cause the point is…if you're as good as he says you are, you could become a star. All the girls be swarming all over you…You'd be popular dude."

Danny was silent for a moment and listened to his fellow classmates in the showers, talking over all the watery noise. He heard Kwan and Dash over everyone else, talking about sports.

"That's exactly…what I don't want sometimes."

I actually really love this story. Not only did I play softball so sometimes I do actually know what I'm talking about, but you'll soon find out in later chapters that there are a few good guys.

I made up two characters, the coach and the catcher (plus some of the others on the team besides Dash and Kwan, but these two are more important than those) that actually play nice. Also, I've already got this whole story plotted out and it has 28 chapters. And since I love it so much, I'm pretty sure it won't take long at all to finish.

Okay, please R&R! Here's your sneak peek!

Chapter Two: Peer Pressure

"I told him no," he said. "End of story."

"Is it?" Sam wondered.

"Yeah, the coach did say if you changed your mind…" Tucker said.

"It's not going to happen," he argued. "I'm surprised you guys even want me to do this."

"Of course we do. If it's something that'll make you happy," Sam told him. "And if the coach said you were good, you have to be good, don't you think?"

Lateraina Wolf