Heya!

Hope you are doing alright, everybody. New chapter. How exciting it is, right?

Well, I know it's october but the cold settled in and it just felt cozy enough to write this one-shot, especially when I am huddling in the blanket at 6 am listening to Sleeping At Last's amazing cover of "When we're together" from the "Frozen: Olaf's Adventure" Soundtrack.

It should be halloween season, but oh well, my creative juices had other plans.

As always, thank you for all of your support, every comment, everytime my book is put in a playlist, I see and appreciate every one of you all.

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POV: Third Person View.

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Danny just didn't feel right the moment he woke up.

It was snowing outside like there was no tomorrow, but he felt like ripping his skin off from how hot he had felt, and yet, cold sweat made his white top and pyjama pants and even his messy raven black locks stick to his skin.

It was Christmas, meaning the ghosts all took a break from attacking, so Danny wanted to utilise the free time to catch up on some sleep, but his discomfort, much to his dismay, woke him up groggy and somehow even more tired.

Danny didn't want to give up on sleeping. He sat up to slip his feet in his slippers, but the floor started to move in weird ways. Standing up, he swayed like he was riding a hoverboard.

So it wasn't hard to conclude that something wasn't right.

Danny changed his pyjama after a warm shower, wincing at how cold the fabric was as it grazed his skin.

Not bothering to tame his damp hair, he plopped back to the bed, which felt like it had been calling for him. He tried to fall back asleep, but that's when a hammering throb plagued his mind.

That's when he had finally given up on sleep. Just as he was about to get up, his phone that lied beside his head, on the nightstand, rang. He brought the phone to his ear.

"Hey." He tried to sound as normal as possible.

"Hey, Danny. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you, too, Sam." He said, sounding a little congested.

"You okay? You sound off."

"Yeah, I am fine. Just morning voice."

"Right," Sam said, not sounding too convinced, "Tucker and I were wondering if you would be up to going to the mall. We know you wouldn't like to stay with your parents when they are.. doing their thing."

"Yeah, yeah, I am up for it." Danny suddenly felt a cold wispy breath escape his lips, "Sam, I sensed a ghost. Just wait for me at the mall and I will come over when I am done."

"Okay, stay safe, Danny, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, Sam, don't worry about me."

"See you on the other side."

"See ya'." He got up, leaning against his nightstand for support to stop the rotating vortex that he was caught into with his dizziness. Two rings travelled up and down his body, changing him into the town's favourite ghost boy. Usually, those rings granted him confidence for the power he'd had, now he was unsure whether he had enough energy to track down the ghost.

He opened the window and zipped out, Fenton Thermos in hand.

He remained floating in the sky, trying to locate the ghost with his weary eyes.

Suddenly, an ectoplasmic energy blast knocked him from the sky and he fell towards the street, falling beside the choir, which stopped their singing short from their shock. They stared, stunned at the hero of amity part that landed painfully on the curb.

"M-merry Christmas. Go!" Danny commanded in between his coughs that rasped his throat out and the choir huddled away in the closest shop, which happened to be a bakery.

"Well, I hope you are enjoying your merry christmas, Whelp." Danny was caught in a merciless cough.

"What are you doing here? It is a ghost's oath not to fight in Christmas." Danny floated until he was at the same level with Skulker.

"Walker is now putting Klemper in his jail for tresspassing in the far frozen and freezing twenty yetis." Skulker informed with a smirk. Danny had gotten the abstract idea that Skulker was making use of Walker's distraction.

"Jeez, better visit the far frozen soon to make sure Frostbite is doing okay." Danny muttered to himself, to which Skulker replied as he raised his hand, which emited an ectoplasmic shot Danny found easy to dodge:

"Not so far, Whelp. Your pelt would make excellent Christmas decoration." He snickered wickedly.

"Skulker, I swear to God, I am not in the mood." Danny said, his voice funny because of his clogged nose.

Skulker swished out two retractable katanas from his armour. He swung them in the air menacingly.

"Oh, not fair! Why do you always have to come at me with those things? Last time, I had to let myself heal in a dumpster!" Danny suddenly moaned at his impending stomach ache, and a nauseous feeling overwhelmed him. The memories of his blood-stained bandage and suit made his nausea worse.

He winced at his upset stomach, looking up at skulker who held him from the back of his suit and watched as the ghost boy curled in a fetal position in the air to ease the pain.

"What in the Ghost zone? I haven't even gotten near you!" Skulker looked at Danny confusion, wondering what could have possibly caused the ghost boy to be in such pain.

I think I have a stomach flu.

His fingers shook as he intertwined his hands together to get a clear shot on Skulker. He fired and it hit Skulker on one of his wings.

He fired again, and again, hitting his gauntlets and the katanas fell towards an old lady passing the street with her cane.

"No!" Danny dived into the air, rotating sideways as he flew to gain momentum before he swooped the lady from her feet and the katanas fell right behind.

He flew her through the bakery windows with his intangibility. He sat her down on a seat. Poor lady shook with adrenalin, her visage reminded Danny of his school essay paper: her face paper white from shock and her lips were ink blue.

"Sorry, ma'am." He rasped out. He got out of the bakery and immediately, Skulker jumped on him, creating a huge crater on the street.

Pounding. Lots of it hammered at his skull. His body was like it was nailed down to the curb with bolts and nails. Skulker stood with a leg on his aching chest and his bazooka aimed for his head.

"Prepare to.." Skulked trailed of as he stared blankly. "Why is your body temperature 42 degrees? You are a ghost, my IUD always told me you were thirty, tops."

Crap, do I have that high of a fever?

"Think I caught the flu, huh?" He slurred.

"Goodness, have you been like this since I have seen you?"

"Yep."

"Well, it seems I have striked at a bad time."

"No, not at all, feel free to visit." Danny got his fenton thermos from his belt and he opened it, sucking Skulker into the thermos before closing it.

He closed his eyes and gave out a shaky sigh. The people from the bakery came out running to pull him to his feet. The sudden movement made him escape their grip and he stumbled upon his feet till he reached a corner and emptied his stomach.

He slipped on the display windowsill, trembling.

"Poor boy." The old lady spoke.

"Hey, take my jacket." A boy close to his age spoke.

"N-no, no, I don't.."

"Hey, you earned it. You saved my grandma."

"Thanks, bud, I-I can't wear this. I am going home."

"No, son. Take this. A freshly knitted sweater. I didn't know why I had knitted it but it seems like destiny wanted it for you." The old lady got a pearl white sweater with green and black accents.

"Ma'am.." Danny weakly protested.

"I insist." She said. "Spandex won't warm you up like this wool sweater." Danny gratefully accepted it. Danny slipped it on and he was surprised to know it fit him quite well, and it even complimented the rest of his suit.

"Thank you so much, I don't know how to repay you."

"You already did, my Snowflake." The grandma pinched his cheek and said in a baby-talk voice.

"You took quite the beating." The boy spoke up, "You sure we can't drive you somewhere?"

"To the ghost zone?" Danny laughed, his coughs overshadowing his lighthearted chuckle.

"Right." The boy who offered backed down quite a bit.

"Thanks for the offer, though, appreciate it." Danny stood up slowly and he gave a small wave before he zoomed in the air.

Soon the news spread and Sam and Tucker knew that Danny would be at home. They hailed a cab to FentonWorks.

Jazz opened the door with a jolly smile, "Merry Christmas!"

"Merrcy Christmas to you, too. Have you seen Danny?"

"No, why?"

"Check the bathroom, he fought Skulker and then threw up. I think he's got the flu." Sam said as she zoomed between Jazz and the door as she made her way upstairs. Tucker and Jazz followed quickly upstairs.

Sam was the first to make it to the bathroom door, which she opened only to reveal Danny as Phantom in his new sweater, lying on the ground beside the toilet.

"D-don't worry. Nothing left to throw up."

"How long have you felt sick?" Sam asked, alarmed as she pulled him on his feet. 

"Since this morning."

"I knew you sounded off on the phone!" Sam said.

"Okay, not a time for scolding or 'I told you so's." Tucker reminded as he helped Danny up. Jazz and Sam followed as Tucker helped him walk to his bed.

"God, just when I thought I would have a break in Christmas. I just wanted to have some sleep."

"You have a fever."

"Fourty-two degrees, skulker saw with his googles."

"Oh, crap." Tucker exclaimed.

"Yep." Danny popped the p.

"You should be thirty at most."

"I know." He said again, "Might as well throw myself in the snow.. or in a cryochamber."

"This is a good idea." Tucker ran out of the room, he came back a second later. "Do you have a sock?"

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Danny lied down on the couch, fast asleep on Jazz's shoulder. A sock full of snow rested on his flushed face. Sam and Tucker watched "Home Alone" on the television, with Sam having her head resting on her elbow supported arm with great interest, while Tucker was just hearing the movie, his face in his beloved PDA. Jazz had a book about reverse psychology in her hand.

"When do you think he will wake up? My shoulder is starting to get a bit sore.."

"I wouldn't be surprised if he slept for three days straight."

"Oh god, I can't stay like this for three days." Jazz chuckled, "They would have to amputate my arm."

"I think the sock idea was decent, but I don't think you planned ahead, the sock is dripping with water on his face." Sam snickered at the water making its way through Danny's face. Tucker stood up and took the sock. When he came back, he had another sock full of ice. He placed it on his friend's forehead.

"Do you think we should get any medicine?"

"I already gave him some. Not sure how it is going to work." Jazz said.

"Guys," Danny croaked out then sharply inhaled, "What time is it?"

"Three wet socks on your face later o'clock." Tucker joked. Danny chuckled with a satisfied smile.

"It's four o'clock, brother." Jazz replied. He gave a satisfied hum.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better. Can't thank you, guys, enough." A series of reassurances made their way to his ears.

Danny opened his eyes enough to see the comfort his friends and his sister provided. While it was true, holidays suck when you are sick, but this one was by far, the best holiday he has ever had. No santa-real-or-not quarrel, no Ghost writer embedding him into a reality of a rhyme-heavy dialogue and poor narration. He was having a quite safe time with his friends with no noise and—

A large thud sounded like the door was broken off its hinges. Metaphorically, of course, it wasn't like this couldn't actually happen.

"Santa is real!"

"No, he's not!"

"Oh, dear." The four chanted at the same time.

Le fin..

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