Disclaimer: I do not own The Producers and Danny Phantom
A/N: This is the final chapter everyone. I really want to thank all my reviewers for their suggestions and, well, reviews, but I would like to thank Nicole and Amethyst Ocean especially for their loyal patronage. I could not have found the inspiration to finish this story without all of you.
Backstage, in the Casper High Cafeteria, the cast and crew of the show were celebrating their success. Eric was the last guy to enter the cafeteria, the parents of the leads following close behind him. He lagged behind, waiting for something. He turned to the shadows that divided the entrance to the cafeteria from the auditorium.
Eric walked into the room, dark as Amity Park nights, and looked around, spotting a pair of pale blue eyes in the mirror behind.
He turned around and asked, "What'cha think?"
"It was insulting, outrageous and absolutely offensive to everyone involved in World War II." The deep Irish brogue said, "I loved it."
Elliot stepped out of the shadows,
"You don't mind if I take my leave?" He asked, ruffling his son's hair.
"Not really, I'm use to it by now." Eric stated, turning away for just a moment, "But, I wanted to…"
He turned to find his father was gone.
"I hate when he does that." Eric said.
"You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity. "Ashley said, entering the room.
"Actually, answering your own question after talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity." He countered back, following her back into the cafeteria.
Inside the cafeteria, Dash was practically crushing Danny in a 'man hug' when he grabbed Eric.
"You know, Fen-turd, Cryan, you two aren't so bad," He said, "So, I'm going to something nice for you guys. Instead of beating the hell out of you and shoving you into lockers, from now on, I'm just gonna shove you into the lockers. No beatings."
"You're so generous, Dash." Danny drawled, pulling himself out of Dash's grip.
Danny rejoined Tucker, who was talking to his fellow techies.
"Where's Sam at?" Danny asked.
"Jealous somebody will try to steal your wife?" Tucker quipped.
"Tucker, I swear…"
"Danny, c'mon, you two had chemistry up there. A lot of times chemistry transfers off the stage. Look at Brad and Angelina."
"Do I look like Brad Pitt?"
"No, although you two have a similar taste in women." Tucker joked, "Seriously Danny, I would playing this part would have taught you that, sometimes, you gotta take a chance. Watch as I demonstrate."
Tucker walked over to Valerie, dipping her and kissing her on the lips. Valerie shoved him off and punched him in the stomach. Danny patted his slouching friend on the back.
"Forgive me if I don't use your infallible method of getting women, great master." Danny said.
"Look, Danny, I'm only saying this because I remember how ticked you were when she started to see Gregor or Elliot or whatever his name was." Tucker groaned, flopping into a nearby chair. "And I don't want you to make the same mistake twice."
"Thanks, Tucker, that mean's a lot."
"Don't get mushy, I hate being around you when you're depressed." Tucker said, "Just get to her before the common law assistant gets to her first."
Danny looked up to Wesley make another advance towards Sam and, much to his delight, Sam did not reciprocate. He walked over to Sam and tapped her shoulder. Sam turned to see Danny, who asked Wesley,
"Mind if I cut in?"
"We weren't dancing." Wesley replied curtly.
"Good, then I'm not interrupting anything." Danny shot back, "Sam, can we talk?"
"Sure." Sam answered, putting her arm out.
Danny took it and they walked to the edge of the cafeteria. Before they could even formulate any words, Jeremy and Pamela burst into the cafeteria, carrying a sign that read, "Winter for Hitler!"
"Where's the rest of the mob?" Maddie asked.
"They'll be here in a few minutes." Pamela shot back.
"Mom! Dad! What are you doing?" Sam cried, embarrassed.
"Calm down, sunshine, we're protecting you and your friends' fragile little minds." Jeremy commanded.
"My mind is not fragile!" Dash shouted.
"Yeah, it just doesn't exist." Sam said out of the corner of her mouth.
"And you two," Pamela said, pointing to Ms. Charles and Lancer, "I'm going to make sure that you're both stripped of your teaching certifications. Teaching children to worship Nazis and to objectify women and the elderly."
Pamela stopped talking; causing Danny to raise an eyebrow to realize that everyone in the room except him and Ms. Charles had frozen.
"Ms. Charles, what is going on?" He asked.
"I think I can answer that, Daniel." A voice reminiscent of Kane from "Kung Fu" sounded off in the room.
Danny turned to see Clockwork standing, in his adult form, in the doorway.
"You see, this is a story about a woman who never got a chance to rest in peace because she was struck down before she could ever show the world she was capable of." Clockwork said, transforming into a elderly man, "If you haven't guessed by now, Daniel, the time freeze I put on the room is only for the humans and daywalkers."
"Day what?" Danny asked.
"You'll find out later." Clockwork said, taking baby form.
"So, that means that," Danny said, finally understanding, "Ms, Charles is a ghost."
"Exactly." Ms. Charles confirmed, turning to Clockwork, "I told you that he was smarter than you give him credit for."
"I'm aware." Clockwork said.
"But, then how did she…"
"Counteract your ghost senses?" Clockwork finished, "I may have had a little something to do with that."
"Yes, because you couldn't just make sure my human body was, you know, temporarily alive." Ms. Charles quipped.
"Now, Esther, you received your final wish. Don't attack the spirit that gave it to you." Clockwork, an adult once again, stated, "I figured that the whole diabetic thing was subtle enough to keep people from getting suspicious as to why Danny was still in class when he normally vanishes without explanation. Now, it's time to go."
"What about the show?" Danny asked, "We've got two more nights to go."
"I think I can fix that." Clockwork answered, "Esther, who can we give this show too?"
"Give it to Edward, he was my strongest supporter." Ms. Charles, who had morphed back into the spirit of Esther St. James, said.
"Who?" Danny asked.
"Mr. Lancer." Esther answered back.
Clockwork waved his hand and a portal opened, "Come now, Esther, there are some people that want to see you."
"I'm on my way." She said, walking over to Danny and kissing him on the cheek, "Thank you, Danny. Break a leg for the next two nights."
"I'll try." Danny said, watching Esther follow Clockwork through the portal.
He unconsciously followed them and saw Esther climbing a stairway, a man waiting for her at the top. There was a flash of light and everything returned to normal, or whatever passes for normal in this town, and everybody returned to their original tasks. Danny ran over to Sam, grabbed her by the arm and darted outside of the cafeteria before a cartoon-sized dustball surrounded her parents and Lancer.
"Danny, what are you doing?" She shouted, prying her arm out of Danny's hands.
"Are you interested in Wesley Wells?"
"What? No! He's a horse's ass." Sam countered, "Why did you ask me that?"
Danny decided to take that chance Tucker had talked about and kissed Sam on the lips. Unlike her prior kiss with Wesley, Sam was happily surprised by Danny's forwardness and returned the kiss, not noticing that Eric, Ashley, Wesley, Tucker and several others were watching the kiss.
Eric jumped into the air, pumping his arms into the air, "I called 'end of the show', pay up!"
"How could he possibly have guessed that there would be a show this year?" Tucker asked.
"I read the story first." Eric said.
In the Heavens above, Esther and her fiancé, Michael Malone, were watching the scene unfold above them.
"Do you think they'll have another musical next year?" He asked, wrapping his arms around his fiancée once again.
"I think so. Before I left, I gave Edward the idea to do Assassins?" Esther answered.
"The Sondheim musical?" He asked, Esther nodding, "Why would you do that to the poor man?"
"It's crass, offensive, and insulting. I love the show and I really love watching Sam's parents get angry." She said.
A/N: Whoo! I did it! I did it! I finished the story at long last…
Soulless Warlock: For of those who have read this tale, I'd like to say thank you. And I'd like to leave you with a little song of mine, set to the melody of "At Last" by Etta James…
At last this is all done, I no longer have writer's block, and I can finally move on. At last the skies above are blue, my heart stopped palpitating the day this story was all through.
I found readers that I can write for, readers I can call my own, I passed over 31 reviews, a thrill that I've never known. I smiled, and they smiled, oh, and then the spell was cast and here I am in Heaven for this story's done at last.