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20 Q's for Fic Writers
Thanks for tagging me, @agentianlegend !
1. How many works do you have on Ao3?Â
62! I can't believe I have that many fics posted.
2. What's your total Ao3 word count?
918,405
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Almost exclusively Danny Phantom. I have one Gravity Falls Crossover and one DPxDC crossover as well.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?Â
Summoning: When Jack and Maddie Fenton tried to summon the King of All Ghosts, the last thing they expected was the sudden appearance of a very familiar, very human boy wearing spaceship pajamas and with a toothbrush halfway to his mouth.
Double Discovery: After accidentally shooting Phantom with an anti-possession gun, Maddie finds she has a lot to learn about both Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton. Eventual Revelation Story.
Borrower Danny: A teeny tiny Danny starts living in Wayne Manor
4. Fangs or No Fangs: For Phic Phight 2021. Jack and Maddie know that Danny is Phantom. They saw him transform and they knew they should talk about it with him. ButâŚeven after two weeks, that conversation feels impossible. And so Jack and Maddie have a plan: a trip to the planetarium to cheer Danny up, to finally see him smile again, and to pave the way for the truth.
5. Below the Greenhouse: For the Phic Phight. Prompt by Avearia: Maddie discovers the depths of Vlad's obsessions when she stumbles upon his secret lab. Despite the shock, part of her almost isn't surprised by the stolen Fenton Tech, the ripoff ghost portal, or the eerie Holo-Maddieâbut the clone she finds floating in the pod at the back of the room? That's another matter entirely.
5. Do you respond to comments?
I generally try to! I love hearing what readers have to say and will happily answer questions, as long as I'm not giving out spoilers. XD
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Well, my second long fic, Hope Can Be a Heavy Thing to Hold, ends with the main character dying so....
Seriously though, I do have a sequel to this story planned as my next major project. Maybe we'll all find out things aren't what they seem. đ
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I love angst with a happy ending so a lot of my fics end happily. I don't think I can pick which one is happiest. This one has a special place in my heart though.
Offspring of my ectoplasm. My child.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I have before but not very often. I normally just delete mean comments without replying.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Nope.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I have written a two before. I think Borrower Danny is the craziest one.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Luckily I haven't as far as I know.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Kinda? One of my fics, The Danny Program, was based on an au which @thesoulspulse came up with. Later, Soul wrote a longer version of that au which followed a lot of the same stories beats as my fic and I beta'd.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
I'm not a huge shipper. Dark Gray (Dan Phantom and Valerie Gray) is something of a guilty pleasure though.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
My series, Life and Death is all Perspective, has been a bit of a struggle. I get close to thinking it's done and it keeps growing. đ
16. What are your writing strengths?
I'm very good at writing emotions and dialogue.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Fights scenes are definitely a struggle since I have trouble visualizing them in my head.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I only speak English fluently so I probably wouldn't write dialogue in another language.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
I feel like I've told this story before but the first fic I wrote was a Doctor Who fic for a school assignment in high school. It was for one of those warm-up exercises in English and my teacher loved it. XD
20. Favourite fic you've written?
Tagging @mymadmedleyw @five-rivers @assorted-candy @tathartiel @tachvintlogic and anyone else who wants to participate!
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Could you not have waited five minutes?
At the end of the day, the thing that pissed Danny off the most was that this wasnât even his bank.
All he came in here for was a proof of income statement so he could officially buy the apartment he had been looking at. It hadnât been the best place he visited during his apartment search, but it was within his price range, near his job, and it was a place he could afford to live on his own.
Or, Danny tries to stop a bank robbery.
Third fic for the 2023 Phic Phight, prompt from @wingedflight: Danny gets caught in the middle of a bank robbery. Can he diffuse the situation without revealing his powers?
At the end of the day, the thing that pissed Danny off the most was that this wasnât even his bank.
All he came in here for was a proof of income statement so he could officially buy the apartment he had been looking at. It hadnât been the best place he visited during his apartment search, but it was within his price range, near his job, and it was a place he could afford to live on his own.
He needed that proof of income today. Tomorrow was the weekend, and the main office at the complex he was looking at only worked on the weekdays.
He had actually meant to go yesterday, but he had needed to stay late at work and by the time he got off and was able to drive over it had been closed.
He might have been able to get there if he had flown, but unfortunately heâd had too many close calls to want to flagrantly display his powers now that he was living on his own. Fly around Amity? Everyone was too used to weird shit there, as long as you didnât acknowledge it was weird no one gave you a second look.
But now, he didnât have the protection of his parents' incompetence nor the safety of the Zone to flee to. So he was trying to only use his powers in situations where there was no other choice, at least as long as he was living in this big city.
Danny had been next in line. If these clowns had been five minutes slower he could have gotten in and out without dealing with this bullshit.
But then thereâs the sound of glass shattering as three people bulrush the small lobby with these ridiculous masks that remind Danny of those creepy Anime face masks Sam got from Hot Topic once.
âEverybody on the ground! If I see even one phone none of you are making it out of here alive!â
(âŚWould Clockwork let him hop back half an hour so he didnât spend those ten minutes commiserating with Jazz on the phone about moving so far away? It had felt so good to vent to his sister about why he needed to be out of Amity for at least a few months, but maybe he should have saved it for tomorrow night when they were going to meet up and plan how they were going to move him without their parents noticing.
Nah. The ghost already had so much on their plate. Besides, Clocky usually showed up on his own time when things were dire enough. So, at least he was reasonably certain this was not a timeline-destroying event.)
Everyone hits the ground hard, he sees one kidâs stuffed animal fly from her hands as her mom drags her to the floor and hunches over her like a human shield. The three robbers disperse around the room, with one guy standing near the one door while the other two move towards the tellers.
As the two near him Danny fights the instinct to glance at them as they pass. The smallest of the bunch stops right next to Danny as the last guy waltzâs behind the tellers desks to where they had dropped to.
Now, most of Dannyâs knowledge of bank robberies came from action movies, so he had a very poor grasp of how these things were supposed to go. Should he stay lying down with the others? Does he call the robberâs bluff and hope theyâll leave in shame after getting told off by a barely legal adult?
Does he turn intangible and escape outside? Heâs not a hero here, heâs just a 19 year old kid who needs a shitty proof of income statement to move into this shitty apartment miles and miles away from his town and his friends.
Well, he canât just leave now that heâs here, turning intangible would mean leaving these people on their own when there was something there he could have done.
He knows now he canât be everywhere at once, the entire world is not resting on his shoulders. But he is here, now. He can help the people around him and do his best to make sure everyone walks out of her alive.
Thereâs three robbers, one that's around Dannyâs height, one that couldnât be more then five foot even, and one who towered over them like a dollar tree Arnold Schwarzenegger.
The robbers had entered just after two, which Danny knows from the past half hour was when all the tellers finally got back from their lunch break. A fact that was not posted anywhere beyond inside the bank itself. Meaning they had likely scoped the place out beforehand.
But why later in the day? Why when they know the line will be longest from people being forced to wait for the tellers to return. Why not come earlier in the day when there was less potential collateral?
But then he remembered the big truck that had been pulling out of the parking lot just as he arrived. They had waited until now because before two the bank was working with cash from the previous day, but now they had a whole lot of new cash inside. And depending on how fast they could smuggle it the chance of the stolen cash being traced back to them would be marginally less.
Danny thinks about what he would have done had this taken place in Amity Park.
Amity was a cash heavy town, so he knows in years previous they had probably dealt with their fair share of bank robbers. But nowadays? If someone had been stupid enough to try that in his town the teller would probably have just laughed at the guy and told them they were better off trying to rob the mayorâs house.
All this was avoiding the big question though- should he risk going ghost and have this track back to the GIW, or try this the old fashioned human way and hopefully not get shot?
Three people were not a lot to deal with, but the big guy did give him some concerns.
And of course, heâs used to ecto weapons or fists, not guns.
He subtly glanced up at the robber standing next to him. They seemed to be surveying the people huddling on the floor, hands curled around his weapon.
Thereâs a few minutes of tense silence as the third robber moves into the back with the teller, but then a sound pierces the air that sends Dannyâs heart down to the basement.
The kid has started to cry. Great heaving sobs as she huddles into her motherâs chest.
âShut that thing up or I'll shut it up for you.â The big guy snarled from his place by the door, raising his gun slightly to make his point abundantly clear.
Fuck. These people were serious.
The mother is furiously trying to shush her kid, but sheâs old enough to have understood the threat, and it seems nothing can calm her down.
The guy standing next to Danny seems to shift nervously, which at least tells him these guys arenât all on the same page.
Maybe⌠he hasnât tried partially possessing someone before, not enough to overshadow, but just enough to get them to say something they might not otherwise. He fears obvious possession might make things worse, and the last thing he needs is to give these assholes a reason to attack.
As subtle as he can he touches his fingers to the closest boot of the gut still standing next to him.
He tries to push his core out, not into creating a double but just an impression of himself over to try and nudge the guyâs thoughts.
We donât need to hurt these people, we donât need to hurt these people, we donât need to hurt-
âHey, knock it off. We get the cash and we get out, no need to complicate things by adding a body count to this.â
âFuck off.â Both of their attentions are focused on the kid and her mom, with the big guy growing visibly more aggravated as the crying continues.
âDude, just watch the door, donât let one bratâs whining ruin it for us. After we pull this off you can move out to the middle of bumfuck nowhere and theyâre wonât be any people, let alone kids, for miles.â
âScrew that, Iâm moving to a goddam island, get me a lifelong tropical vacation for all the shit Iâve had to put up with.â
Good, good. The conversation moves away from people around them, towards all the things theyâre going to buy with the money, and venting on all that theyâve had to deal with before this.
Thank the ancients, these guys are talkative. He can still see the big guy glance over at the crying kid every minute or so. Meaning he has to keep influencing shorty here to keep him distracted.
By Dannyâs estimation itâs been about ten minutes since the three entered, meaning hopefully if the teller is cooperating these guys should be out of here in the next few minutes. The last guy had been carrying at least five big bags, so hopefully theyâll get what they want and Danny can leave and find another bank to get his income statement from.
âHal better be back soon, weâre cutting it too close.â The smaller man shifts, forcing Danny to ty andshift along with him.
âHe knows what heâs doing, Judy stick to the plan and- What the fuck! His eyes are fucking glowing, what the shit!â
Both guys are suddenly staring at him, and in that moment Danny remembers Jazz telling him that even when he looks human his eyes will glow an unnatural green when he has to use his powers.
At the time he had brushed the remark off, because even if someone noticed he could waive it off by saying one of his parents' inventions had backfired on him.
Not so now.
In the moment itâs taken him to realize whatâs happened both robbers have their guns aimed at him, and as their eyes meet he can see panic overtake both of them as they go scrambling back a step.
Before he can try to explain, to try and diffuse the situation, before his core can even start pumping enough to give him the adrenaline he needs-
The guy is slamming his finger down on the trigger, and-
Oh.
Oh.
Getting shot is painful.
#danny phantom#phic phight 2023#team human#no beta i die like danny#bank robbery#threats of violence#guns
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Echo's Fics of 2022
Totals
Fics: 29
Word Count: 51,089
Events: Crossover January 2022 (new event this year) | DP Side Hoes Week 2022 | Phic Phight 2022 | DannyMay 2022 | Jolly July (new event this year) | Mini-bang 2022 (my first time)| Phantasy Phest (new event this year) | Ectoberhaunt22 | 12 Days of Fic-mas 2022 (my event)
Links to all the fics below the cut
Fics in order of most posting
1/1 Back in your orbit
2/15 Ghost Of Your Touch
3/6 Burn Away Your Memory
3/8 Icebound Eternity
3/29 Down Dog ch 4
4/2 Phantomâs First Job
4/5 How Are You Even Lifting That Bro?
4/6 Sliced to Life
4/22 Fenton Obscura
5/2 Accident Prevention
5/16, 6/25, 10/28 Black Hole Son
7/4 Waiting for the final bell
7/6 Sweet treat to beat the heat
9/10 Cat-sequences
10/4 How Many Secrets Can One First-Aid Kit Hold?
10/5 Donât Cry For The Living
10/9 Slice, Ice, Baby
10/13 Choose Your Words Wisely
12/13 Present Hunt
12/24 Seen In A Holy New Light (ch 3)
12/28 Taking Decorating Tips From Midas
AU's
1/11 & 1/18 Carnival Mythika chapters 46 & 47
4/30 Fancy meeting me here
5/28 Safety In Numbers (ch 4)
9/19 Lost and Found
10/3 By The Word Of The King
Crossovers
1/26 [Teen Wolf] Under The Full Moon ch 2
1/28 & 6/17 [Batman] Are You My Father?
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We hope you all had a good Dannypocalypse! Now onto what's new in the Phandom!
Updated:
⨠Dannymay by @dannymayevent: The 2023 calendar has been released! The event, as the namesake implies, runs the month of May.
⨠DPxDC Week by @avaritia-apotheosis: The dates have changed slightly to Nov 13â19.
And that's all that's new!
Currently, Phic Phight by @phicphight has just begun a few days ago, so keep your eyes peeled for some fantastic fanfiction in the coming weeks. (did you know last year this event generated over a MILLION words of dp fic? That's pretty incredible!)
Additionally, although Invisobang by @invisobang is not accepting writers sign-ups anymore, the sign-up form for becoming a beta-reader is still open! You can check it out here. Artist sign-ups open in June.
Happy creating!
The Danny Phantom Phandom is known for being an absurdly active Tumblr fandom with loads of events running throughout the year. This is typically done through word of mouth, looking at tags, or following people who tend to promote dp events.
So Iâve decided to create a yearly, comprehensive google doc calendar for all events!
Danny Phantom Events Folder
The idea is each year will have an active, updatable doc to keep track of all the dp events, prompt calendars, sign ups, blogs, etc. To add an event feel free to DM, it can be hosted on or off Tumblr. This way people can easily find and keep track of events for each year!
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Something Clearly Went Wrong In The Build-A-Ghost Workshop - Phic Phight
Prompt Creator: @imdeadtiredtm Prompt: Danny discovers that Ghosts find his mostly human-like appearance (even in ghost form) is, to them, extremely disturbing. Summary: Why are all your body parts like that Phantom? What cruel god designed you?
Warning: Mild cannon typical body horror, mentions of injuries, mentions of broken bones
Danny Phantom is just chilling in a tree watching the night stars, as a long black haired ghost pops her head up beside him. âWhere the? Uh, do you mean harm lady?â, Dannyâs a little startled that she showed up before his ghost sense went off, but decides not to start shit.
âNaw, Iâm chill, just wanted to invite you to scare a bunch of young ghostsâ, she props her head and arms up on a branch close to his face.
âIâm not in the business of scaring and nothing about me is scary anyway? Iâm, like, the most inoffensive ghost out thereâ, for emphasis Danny runs his hand up and down his small friendly form.
She shakes her head at him but snickers, âyouâre thinking like a human. Nothing about you isnât horrifying, except the eyes and glow. Hairâs ok too I guess, kinda fucking hard for hair to be scaryâ. Â
âUm, what? That doesnât even make sense?â, Danny sits up properly while the other ghost gets herself settled on another branch; looking plenty amused.
âDP, just last week there was gossip around saying that Skulker managed to snag your glove, and while fighting him you scratched him. But you donât have claws, so the scratch marks were all blunt and shit. Even heard your freaking nails bent off the nail bed, that is straight up disturbingâ, she shivers a bit as if to prove a point. Before wiggling her very sharp and long claws at Danny, âweâre supposed to have claws not freaking nails, and theyâre not supposed to bend offâ, sheâs laughing a little now, even if itâs a bit off.
Danny rubs his neck a bit bashfully, âhey now, even I though the nails coming off thing was fucked, any human would too. I donât go around yanking off my nails though and Iâm definitely not doing that just to scare some ghostly kidsâ. Tilting his head curiously as he continues, âthough I donât see how blunt nails is scarier than sharp claws. Claws cut and slice, thatâs far more terrifyingâ.
The girl shakes her head, ânope, thatâs useful, not terrifying. Nails are completely useless and only serve to hurt yourself, ripping them off in fights and shit. Plus, Iâd rather be slashed by a sharp knife than a dull one. Claws are a sharp knife, nails are a blunt knifeâ, she makes stabbing motions at her arm which just makes Danny slightly unsettled.
âWell yeah, nails, in general, donât serve much purpose, not everything has to have a purpose. But I can at least see your point thereâ, Danny nods a little while inspecting the tips of his gloves. âBut itâs not like theyâre even visible, usually. Literally the only visible things you implied were scary is my jumpsuit and skin, how the hell is my freaking skin scary?â.
She smacks her cheeks in reference to the fact that the only skin on Danny thatâs even visible is on his face, âwell, ignoring that you actually have skin under the suit, which is just plain wrong. Your skin colour is bland, it blends into everything. Like some creepy ass chameleon, ghosts are supposed to be flashy things. Our greens and blues are safe colours, youâre like a tan/yellow caution lightâ. Fiddling with the end of her ghostly tail, which is wrapped loosely around the branch, âthen thereâs the whole your ghost skin is darker than your human skin, like youâve been fucking fried or burnt. One of the running rumours is that those rings of yours literally burn your skin when you transformâ.
Danny stares at her incredulously, âwhat? Hell no that would be awful! My skinâs probably darker because I was electrocuted to my half death. Peach is a warm colour, safe. Blue is pretty sickly looking, so not sure how thatâs supposed to be better. And so what none of you have skin under your clothing? If you ask me thatâs fucking weirdâ.
âGhosts arenât supposed to be warm, weâre cold things. Looking warm when youâre not is so deceptive and thatâs kind of creepy. Blue is coldâ, she then makes a point of yanking off her collar showing nothing but floating semi-solid ectoplasm. âOur clothing is our skin. Zone knows what your âclothingâ even is!â.
âPretty sure itâs just ectoplasm taking a specific and solid form based off what I half died inâ, Danny proves his point by yanking off a glove, letting it dissolve into ectoplasm and slowly dissipate away. Promptly forming a set of mini rings to reform it.
She watches the glove as it dissolves and disappears, âso itâs skin then, you have two sets of skin. That is fucking freakyâ.
Danny blinks a couple times before staring down at his hand, muttering, âI never even thought of it that way before, huhâ.
She nods curtly before bending her body and head down to look him in the face, âthatâs not too mention the fact that your suit looks like a ghost hunters suit. Hell, the others who wear the same sort of thing actively try to actually destroy all of us. The flaming DP is cool though, the rest, not so muchâ.
âOk yeah, Iâll give you that for sure, especially since that is literally what it is. Originally, it had my dadâs face on it too; so glad that got torn off before I half diedâ, Danny physically shudders at the thought of having to fly around with that thing stuck to his chest for the rest of his half-life and possible death.
She grimaces in suit, âthatâs both creepy and grossâ. Danny canât help but nod and pat his DP symbol affectionately.
âSpeaking of shit you shouldnât haveâ, she holds up and wiggles her arm about like itâs a ghostly tail, âbones. You still have damn bones. At least half the zone has horror stories of seeing your bones jutting out of your skin or suit. Like what the fuck? Literally everyone comments about how itâs utterly sickening to hear the cracking sounds your body makesâ. Shaking her head and shivering, âand like, whatâs even the fucking point of them? To hurt you? Is your body just horrendously masochistic? Ghosts donât need them to be stable so what?â.
Danny doesnât really have an answer as to why himself, âcanât say I know why but unlike you guys, I can remain stable indefinitely outside of the GZ. So consider that a use. And I canât say anyone enjoys broken bones but humans have them, Iâd be fucking disturbed if my bones suddenly disappeared whenever Iâm a ghostâ.
She taps her chin a bit, âwell at least that sort of makes sense. Still creepy thoughâ.
Snapping her fingers at him before pointing at her ghostly tail, âwhat about your leg bones or whatever? You have a ghostly tail, I know that for sureâ.
Danny blinks at her a bit because yeah he had no bones and shit in his tail, âand thereâs something else I never really think about. But yeah, no bones in my tail and thinking of it I can pretty much negate my bonesâ. To prove his point, he wiggles his arms like a ghostly tail and spins his head around, which earns some laughs from her.
âNow see thatâs some proper ghost shit, that means your bones are just a straight up enigma thenâ
Returning to normal Danny shrugs, âmy very existence is supposedly against the very laws of the universe and nature soâ. He canât help but bring his attention to his impossible, but still there, pulse; showing a small toothy smile.
She points at his mouth, âyeah see, thatâs creepy tooâ.
âUh what? My damn teeth? If I had extra teeth then Iâd get that, but theyâre pretty damn normal and averageâ, Danny runs his tongue across his teeth, never having actually paid any attention to them before and now officially wondering if they were weird.
She opens her mouth wide at him, showing off her rows of sharp pointy teeth and four large sets of fangs, snapping her mouth shut with a loud clack sound before speaking, âteeth are for biting, so again with the sharp knife verse dull knife thing. You couldnât even make a clean bite through someoneâs arm if you tried, youâd have to like, naw it offâ, both of them shudder but sheâs shuddering at the feeling of blunt teeth slowly grinding away on her arm until it severed. While heâs shuddering at the idea of biting a part of someoneâs body off at all.
âWho the hell goes around biting people?! Teeth are for biting food, and maybe catching shit when my arms are full, not for biting people!â, Danny stares at her judgingly while she laughs at him.
âGhost do, thatâs who. Like I said, you think so very human. Plus, not having fangs is like not having fingers on your hands. Itâs not horrifying, just very offâ
Danny rolls his eyes, âI mean I could see how fangs might be useful but theyâre predatory, predatory usually implies scary or threateningâ.
âGhosts are predators, so be more of a damn predator then. Itâs like youâre a lamb behaving like a wolf. Your form screams prey but youâre a predator. Combine that with your power and itâs even worse. Youâre a straight up super predatorâ.
Danny rubs his neck bashfully, knowing full well heâs easily one of the strongest ghosts out there, âwhile I wonât deny my power, I think I look more approachable by looking less like a super overpowered beingâ.
Switching out her tail for legs and crossing them, âThatâs only to humans! Which really shouldnât be comforting to them either, since that makes you quite literally a wolf in sheep's clothing; in a heard of sheep. Your form doesnât reflect your power at all, strength is supposed to be palpable. Seeing a strong form is comforting and far less embarrassing to lose against, but you just look like a failed predator. The sight of a lamb maiming a wolf is just fucked up and all kinds of disturbingâ.
âYou keep saying predator but I wouldnât call myself a predator at all. Iâm not running around devour things or some shitâ.
âOh so you donât prowl the night looking for trouble, getting into fights and protecting your territory? Could have fooled meâ, her words are thickly laced with sarcasm while Danny looks rather embarrassed. Smirking at the green glow coming to his cheeks, âthatâs what I thought, Mr. Predatorâ.
Danny makes a pouty face at her while she rolls her eyes, âso party? Literally, you could just show up and throw your gloves at them. Bare your teeth or smile or whatever. And congrats! A bunch of disturbed, slightly terrified little ghost brats. Who maybe learn a little life lesson about not underestimating people for their looks or some shitâ.
Danny groans but decides why the hell not, theyâll all met him eventually at some point. Might as well play around a bit, pointing at her aggressively but playfully, âfine, I am so not breaking a bone or tearing off my nails thoughâ.
End.
#phic phight#phic phight 19#Danny Phantom#phantom#fanfic#phanphic#danny fenton#mild canon typical body horror#mentions of injury#mentions of broken bones#phantomphangphucker#have a fic suck my dick#team human
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Revelation of a Ghost Gazer
prompted by @duckapus "Reveal- Jack starts to question why ghost hunting equipment malfunctions around Danny. Exclusively around Danny." Words: 6083 Warning: mildly feelsy i guess?
     There was another fire in the lab downstairs.  The portal had sealed itself shut as a precautionary measure against the blaze, but most of the other equipment was at serious risk.  The soldering iron had melted through the plastic casing on which it had been left, and fused several important wiring components together before the works had gone up in flames.  The lab's smoke alarm had been dismantled long ago, not because of this incident but because of the toaster on the other work-table that had a terrible tendency to go unnoticed until it had all but incinerated its contents.  This meant that, although the lab wasn't uninhabited, the fire itself went unchecked and unattended.      Jack Fenton was at it again.      He stood at the opposite end of the lab, a miniaturized ecto-shield generator in one hand and a screwdriver in the other.  The fire behind him crawled slowly across the tabletop, hoping to grab onto the more sizable machinery at the other end, and inched upwards, strengthened by the stack of loose papers that had been left out.  It chewed them up in seconds, sending a dark plume of smoke rising up and crawling across the ceiling.  After a moment, the smoke alarm in the kitchen went off.      This Jack noticed.  He turned, jumping in surprise at the growing flames before him, and made a dive for the fire extinguisher in the corner.  He doused most of the lab with it, waited for the smoke to settle, and doused it again just to make sure.      "Jack?" his wife's voice floated down to him from upstairs, "Is that the smoke alarm again?  What's going on down there?"      "Nothing, honey!" he called back, a little too quickly.  He could hear her footsteps coming down the stairs, and held the extinguisher behind his back in the hopes that she wouldn't notice that he'd just used it to make a mess of the lab around him.      Maddie paused at the landing, crossing her arms.  "Jack.  What did you do this time?"      "Me?  I didn't do anything!" Jack exclaimed, jerking one thumb at the portal behind him, which reopened now that it wasn't in danger of shorting out.  "You should have seen the ghost that just came through, though - I got him good this time!"      Maddie sighed.  "With the Fenton fire extinguisher?  Really, dear?  You know how many times I've told you to be more careful."      Jack slumped.  "Yeah, I know.  But it was an accident, and I took care of it - !"      "Yes, I'm sure you did," said Maddie, sliding a glance to the ruined equipment on the worktable across the room, "Jack, why don't you take a break for the afternoon?  I'm sure this will all still be here tomorrow."      "But - " Jack protested, "I was this close to fixing the interference on the ghost gazer - !"      Maddie threw a hand up.  "Look, Jack, I'm not going to argue with you - but you've been at it every day this week, and I think it's starting to get to you."      "Maybe it is," Jack admitted, shoulders slumping.  He glanced over at the malfunctioning thing; ever since he'd finished constructing it last week, it had pointed him directly upwards, as if a ghost was floating over his head and he didn't know it.  Yeah, right, like I wouldn't notice if there was a ghost right on top of me!  He'd tried at least three separate methods of fixing it; this was, perhaps, the most meticulous he'd ever been in a project this small, but Maddie was right about it bothering him.  One day, he thought he'd had it.  The malfunctioning blip had disappeared - at least, until the kids got home from school that afternoon.  He'd come up to tell them how excited he'd been that he'd finally gotten it to work, and as if on cue it had malfunctioned again.  It was almost as if it didn't want anyone other than him to see it.  Stupid ghost-gazer.  It should know better than to mess with Jack Fenton!  I'll show that piece of junk who's boss!      Unfortunately, he hadn't actually done that.      He tromped upstairs anyway, defective machine in hand, and sat at the kitchen table instead.  He couldn't seem to put the thing down, even though he was tired of it.  The blip, he noticed, was honed in on something upstairs.  "That's strange," he muttered to himself.  He remembered the last time that a ghost had gotten into the house - he'd fired up the ecto-foamer to take care of it, and instead of locking onto the actual ghost, it had locked instead onto the door to Danny's room.  He'd come close to blowing a hole in the house that night, and he was glad that Maddie hadn't been around to see the mess.  Danny certainly hadn't forgiven him - can't you go and screw things up somewhere else? he'd snapped, and if Jack was honest it still stung - and he was increasingly certain that something upstairs was causing the interference.  He knew it wasn't either of the kids' mobiles; he'd had Maddie run a handful of tests with hers, and there hadn't been any problems.  Maybe there was something glitchy in the wiring of the house?  That would certainly explain why it was always coming from upstairs, and why some of the other sensors were picking it up.      He realized that, no, the kids' rooms weren't wired in with the rest of the house.  He'd suggested a few months ago that they should consider having a few security measures put in, but Jazzypants had been adamantly against it.  She'd argued tooth and nail about it until Jack had dropped the subject two weeks later.  Even Danny had scoffed, although he was less civil about it.  At least Jazz had the decency not to accuse him outright of wanting to spy in on her life.  That was almost the first thing out of Danny's mouth when he'd heard about it.      That said, the ecto-foamer incident had been a week prior, and Jack supposed that might have had something to do with his hostility.      He recalibrated the device for the eighteenth time.  Maybe, if he was standing in the kitchen this time, it might recognize that it was being stupid.  It didn't, and Jack sighed.  He'd refused to let his wife touch it this far - he wanted to solve this little problem for himself! - but he reluctantly handed the thing to her.  "Maddie," he said glumly, "I hate to ask, but did you want to take a look at it?"      Maddie took it, doing another quick recalibration to no avail.  "Well," she said reluctantly, "I suppose you could always scrap it and start over, if it's giving you this much trouble - "      "Start over?" Jack exclaimed, "Just because of a little blip that won't go away?  You think I'm going to give up that easily?  Me - Jack Fenton?  Give up?"      Maddie gave him a flat look.  "Well, don't, then.  I just think you should put it down and come back to it tomorrow - or next week.  You might have better luck if you find something else to work on in the meantime."      Jack finally set the device down.  "Maybe you're right.  Maybe this is getting further under my skin that I realized.  Well!  Guess I'm done worrying about that for now!"  He picked up the device, tossing it down the stairs and slamming the lab door behind him.  "Guess it's time for pity fudge!"
     He was not done worrying about it.  The kids had gone to bed an hour ago, and Maddie had fallen asleep on the couch with a good book.  Jack was back downstairs, ghost-gazer half taken apart on the work-table.  He'd checked the wiring at least twice from top to bottom, and even run it through the spectral scanner to see if it had been overtaken by a mischievous little haunt itself.  It hadn't, and even the spectral scanner was overcome with the interference.  Jack wondered if it was some kind of ghost virus.  Computers got viruses, after all - who's to say they couldn't get ghost viruses?  He thought it was entirely possible.  He gave both of the faulty machines a once-over with the Fenton Creep Cleanser.  That, finally, seemed to do the trick.  The mysterious blip disappeared from both devices at once.      Jack was stunned.  He'd almost run out of ideas, and hadn't fully expected something like that to even work in the first place.  He stood over the devices in a moment of disbelief; how could it have been that easy, and he hadn't thought of it until just now?  He decided that it didn't matter.  He'd figured it out, and he hadn't even needed Maddie to double-check anything for him.  He held up both machines in triumph, nearly knocking the spirit-smasher off the side of the work-table, and ran upstairs.  "Maddie - Maddie, I figured it out!"      Maddie started, blinking a few times in confusion.  "Jack?  What's - ?"      "I got it!" he beamed, "I finally figured it out!  Ghost malware!"      "Ghost malware," Maddie echoed, not really believing it but relieved that at least Jack had solved his little problem, "I'm sure you can tell me all about it in the morning - "      "I'm sure I can tell you all about it right now!" Jack interrupted, oblivious to the fact that it was just after ten, and also oblivious to the fact that his son had just disappeared out the window for the nightly patrols.
     Jack couldn't believe it.  It had been less than twenty-four hours, and the infuriating blips had returned.  He'd thought, at first, that the malware ghost was just persistent, but a second dose of Fenton Creep Cleanser had been all but ineffective.  He'd hit it again, in case it was just unresponsive the first time, but had spiraled immediately back down into obsession.  It had been working just fine last night - he'd even showed it to Maddie and everything! - what could possibly have happened between then and now that could cause it to malfunction again?      He muttered to himself as he tore the thing apart yet again.  He'd been in a foul mood since he'd discovered the interference, and had half a mind to go upstairs and track down the source for himself.  Clearly, the thing was picking up something it wasn't supposed to be.  Maybe I'll just find whatever it is and get rid of it, he thought to himself.  He was, sometimes, a great fan of getting rid of things.  Finally, he decided that was what he was going to do.  He stomped upstairs, ghost-gazer in hand, and paused outside Danny's room.      The door was very clearly marked Keep Out and Space Stuff Only! with hand-drawn posters; a tertiary sign hung under the rest: The Astronaut is *in* which could also be flipped to The Astronaut is *out* in case Danny wasn't home.  Currently, he was in.      "Danny?" Jack opened the door and poked his head inside.      Danny scrambled, quickly shoving a handful of loose papers into his backpack.  "Dad?  What do you want?  Ever heard of knocking?"      "Well, I wanted to ask you something, actually," said Jack, completely ignoring Danny's sarcasm.  He let himself in (Danny groaned with a thick cover of distaste) and turned his gaze downward to the ghost-gazer.  "Son," he said, "I think there's something in here that's making all the sensors downstairs go screwy."      "Didn't we have this conversation like two weeks ago when you built the thing in the first place?" Danny crossed his arms, "Remember how you said it must be broken?"      Jack frowned.  "Well, I did say that.  Then I ran a bunch of tests, and took it apart, and hit it with three doses of Fenton Creep Cleanser.  I'm starting to think that there isn't anything wrong with it."      Danny hesitated.  "Wait, where are you going with this - ?"      "Well, where I'm going is apparently up here," Jack said, still a bit puzzled, "If there's something up here that's causing the interference, I want to get rid of it."      Danny sucked in his breath.  "Dad," he said finally, after careful consideration of the best way to phrase this, "Get out."      "But - !"      "Out!" Danny snapped, "You really wanna go through all my stuff and probably break half of it until you find whatever it is that you think is making your stupid machine broken?  I guarantee you're not gonna like it!  Now get out of my room!"      Jack was silent.  He knew that he and Danny had had a little bit of a rough patch lately, but somehow he hadn't expected him to be so hostile.  He turned his eyes sheepishly downwards.  "Well, if that's how you feel about it - then I guess I'll go back downstairs and make another stupid broken machine."  He turned, without another word, and went back to the lab.      He wanted to toss the thing and start over.  Maddie had been right.  Maybe it was beyond fixing.  He wished that Danny hadn't been so aggressive, though - he thought he'd made it up to him after that time he'd almost gotten him with the Fenton Ghost Blaster - come to think of it, that one was probably malfunctioning, too.  He remembered it had been during a ghost drill at home - he and Maddie had run through their basic routine, and he'd found what he'd thought was an actual ghost in the house's readings.  He'd shot first and thought later, and he realized he'd put a hole in Danny's floor.      Despite the fact that he'd had it fixed, and put a rug over it to hide the discolored floorboards, he had a feeling that he still hadn't been forgiven for it.  He was beginning to think that maybe he hadn't made it up to him after all.  He'd say he would, but then something else would happen that would put him back at square one.  He'd always thought of himself as fun-loving, and only a bit clumsy, but he was beginning to realize that, perhaps, Maddie was the only one who forgave him.  Jazzypants did, at least sometimes.  Other times she'd go entirely off the rails, and he wouldn't know whether she would or not until it happened.  Maddie, on the other hand, could always predict how she'd react.  She'd never been wrong, either - at least, not that he could remember.      He wondered if he was even still redeemable.  He loved the kids - with all his heart, and he'd say it as often as he felt like! - but somehow he still felt inadequate.  Loving them wasn't enough, if he got in the way as much as he did.  Was there a way to fix it?  Could he come to be more careful?  He'd sometimes think that he could, and usually right after that he'd get carried away with something, and probably put a hole in something else.  Maybe he wasn't any good.  Maybe he had failed them already, and it was too late to take anything back.      The blip had moved.  He didn't realize it at first, since he'd come this close to scrapping it for parts, but he paused.  Had it really - oh, yes, it most definitely had moved.  Jack frowned.  Whatever kind of interference it was - it was in the kitchen now, and he knew better than to wait for it to relocate.  Danny was upstairs, so he wouldn't be bothered about it.  Maybe this thing would quit bugging him for real this time.      Or maybe Danny was right, and it really was irreparable.      Jack ran upstairs, following the blip on the ghost-gazer's screen.  He thundered up to the kitchen, but froze up at once.  The fridge was hanging open; halfway inside the thing stood Danny.  He had at least a dozen assorted snacks stacked precariously in one arm, the corners of three frozen waffles sticking out of his mouth, and two entire jars of peanut butter in the other hand.  Seeing Jack he froze, like a raccoon caught going through someone's trash, and frowned.  Through the waffles in his mouth: "Whaffoo want?"      Jack paused, but then deflated.  "Oh, nothing.  I just thought - maybe this thing wasn't as broken as I said it was.  I guess it is."      Danny said nothing but rolled his eyes to convey his displeasure.  He kicked the fridge closed behind him, grabbed the jelly and bread he'd left out on the counter, turned, and skulked upstairs.      Jack watched him go.  He knew he had to make it up to Danny, at the very least - if he kept bumbling things away like he'd been doing, he'd never be able to break even.  That said, Danny wasn't making this easy for him.  He sat back at the kitchen table again; the ghost-gazer's mysterious blip had returned to its normal spot upstairs.  Jack nearly broke the thing in half then and there, if just to be rid of it.  Upstairs, downstairs, the thing's clearly useless!  Almost as useless as me, he thought dismally.  At least a machine could be scrapped.  Every try scrapping a person?  Can't do it.  Too gross and messy.      For the first time that day, a new idea occurred to Jack Fenton.  The idea was this: what if it really was picking up an ecto-signature?  What if it wasn't just interference from something, but an actual, bonafide ghost?  His mind turned slowly - which was the only way it really knew how to turn - but steadily, and he thought about it.  If there really was a ghost loose in the house - it would have been spending an awful lot of time in Danny's room.  That meant Danny was in danger - or, perhaps, he was the one that knew about it.  Had Jack Fenton's son become a ghost smuggler?  What if it wasn't just one ghost, but a whole lot of them?  What would a kid like Danny be doing smuggling ghosts, anyway?  Was that why he'd become so secluded?  Well, it was either that or because he was a teenager.  Maybe both.  Yeah, Jack thought, probably both.      Now, what was he going to do about it?  The thought still wasn't sitting right in his mind - Danny Fenton, ghost smuggler.  Jack frowned.  If he hadn't made a mess of anything already that day, he'd have considered just going upstairs and confronting him about it.  But, said the small part of Jack Fenton's mind that was capable of thinking ahead, what if you're wrong?  What if you're wrong, and he doesn't forgive you this time?  This made Jack pause, and was the reason that he and Danny didn't speak to each other for the rest of the night.
     It was after lunch when Jack noticed that the blip had gone.  This time, he wasn't quite so surprised, and his ghost-smuggler theory from the previous afternoon came back to him.  If Maddie had been home, he'd have asked her what she'd thought about it, but she and Jazzypants had disappeared for the afternoon, and wouldn't be back until later.  He remembered this only because Maddie had told him she'd pick up supplies for Fenton steaks on her way home, and they'd have them for dinner tomorrow.      So Jack Fenton had the house to himself until Danny got home later.  He knew he really should talk to Danny about it - he'd swear up and down not to tell Maddie if he thought it would make Danny even a bit less bristly, but he knew he had to have more cards in his hand in order to get Danny to open up to him.  Now that he was thinking about it, though - all those times when he'd almost hit Danny with this, or blown a hole in that, or lit all those on fire - it had been because Danny had registered on the ecto-scanners.  Was he even keeping ghosts hidden around in his room, or had the ghost-gazer been locked on him instead?  He did spend an awful lot of time up there, Jack realized.  Was he keeping ghosts upon his person?  At all times?  Was he being controlled by one?  By several?  Did he need saving?  Had he figured out how to control them instead?  Did he have ghost bodyguards?  Was that even a thing that could happen?      Jack Fenton didn't know.  All he knew was that he would have to have a serious talk with Danny about it the second he got home, before he'd inevitably disappear back into his room.  Danny, he'd say, I have to ask you something very serious.  Be honest with your dad.  Are you falling in with gangs of ghosts?  No, he realized, that was stupid.  Maybe it'd be, are you being controlled by ghosts?  No, that was stupid too - the ghosts controlling him would just make him say that he wasn't, and that would get him nowhere.  Jack thought very hard about it, and finally came up with a solution.  He'd have to get the jump on them somehow - and without Danny finding out, either.  He'd have to make sure that absolutely no one except for him - Jack Fenton - knew what was going on.
     Danny had had a long day.  Dash had picked on him almost nonstop; he was certain he'd just flunked his algebra test; he'd overheard some things during lunch that were definitely about him, and it mattered less whether or not they were true than whether they were really embarrassing; he'd been whacked upside the head by at least two hackysacks that he had a suspicion weren't filled with bean pellets but rocks; on top of everything, he was exhausted because he'd had almost zero sleep the previous night.      At least he didn't have anything planned for tonight, he thought to himself as he trudged up the street to his house.  Sam and Tucker were still with him, but he'd tuned them out long ago.  Neither of them seemed to mind - they'd just turned to chatting with each other instead - and he was glad for it.  Maybe he'd get caught up on sleep tonight, he hoped.  He paused on the steps, turning back to Sam and Tucker.  "I'll catch you guys later, okay?"      "Yeah, dude," said Tucker, "You've been super drained all day.  Get some sleep, man.  We'll catch you in the morning."      Danny sighed.  "Thanks, Tuck.  You guys are the best."  He watched them head further down the street toward Sam's house.  The dull thumping from where the second hackysack had hit him was finally starting to calm down - maybe he'd be able to sleep on that side later, and with any luck he wouldn't bruise too badly.  He'd think of a way to get even with Dash, too.  He hadn't actually seen him throw either of the hackysacks, but he knew it had been because of him; whether he or one of his ridiculous football buddies threw them was irrelevant.  Maybe Danny'd overshadow him and have him sprain his ankle or something.  Nothing broken - just enough to keep him off the team for a couple of weeks.  Besides, he thought, surely one sprained ankle was worth the same as two enormous bruising welts?  It'd probably hurt the same.      He knew he really shouldn't, though.  If even Sam or Tucker found out it was him, they'd both probably be unhappy about it.  He thought, somewhat sourly, that they might be on his side if they ever got whacked with a hackysack full of rocks.  Oh, well.  A kid could dream, right?      The front door to FentonWorks was unlocked, and Danny let himself in.  The living room was empty, which meant that his mother wasn't home.  He remembered, vaguely, that she'd told him she and Jazz would be out for the afternoon.  Great, he thought, maybe I can get some friggin' sleep.  He dropped his backpack by the door; whatever homework he had could wait until tomorrow, and he contemplated whether or not he should even eat before going upstairs.  Usually, he did; sustaining a human, especially a growing one, was difficult.  Sustaining a growing human and a ghost?  Near-impossible.  He remembered yesterday, when Jack had caught him raiding the fridge.  He'd gone through everything he'd taken upstairs - how many PB&Js even was that, anyhow? - and by the following morning he'd been hungry again.  At least he didn't have any of the weird cravings.  He supposed it could be worse.  What did regular ghosts eat, he wondered.  Whatever it was, it must have had the same nutritional value as human food, or at least one that was very similar.      Screw it.  He'd raid the fridge again.  The good thing about having someone like Jack Fenton for a father was that most of the things that went missing would be blamed on him, and most of the times he didn't remember anything specific enough to dispute it.  Between him and Danny, groceries were lucky to last more than a day or two.       He had an entire cantaloupe tucked under his arm when he spotted his father across the kitchen.  Instantly, he was on-edge.  He turned.  "Dad," he said, as neutrally as he could manage.  He hadn't forgotten what had happened the previous afternoon, and he wasn't about to forgive it right away either.      Jack Fenton stepped forward.  "Son," he said in turn.  He almost forgot what came after that - you practiced it and everything! - but at the last second before it became awkward he remembered.  "Son, I have something to show you.  It's downstairs."      Danny paused.  Something didn't quite feel right, but he couldn't place why.  He gave his father a suspicious glance, but then asked, mostly so that it wouldn't be silent: "Is it about ghosts?"      "Actually, yes," said Jack, straightening somewhat, "I'd really like for you to see it."      "Pass," said Danny, deciding that the cantaloupe would have to do for now and swinging the fridge shut.  He wasn't entirely certain what Jack might have been up to - but if it had something to do with ghosts, Danny didn't want any part of it.  He turned, the fruit still tucked under one arm, and headed up the stairs.      "Danny, wait!" Jack exclaimed, taking a half-step after him.  "It's about ghosts - and it's about you."       Danny froze partway up the stairs.  His grip on the cantaloupe tightened as his hands instinctively wanted to curl up into fists.  He could feel his face turn white.  His mouth ran dry.  Where in the hell did that just come from?  Slowly, he turned and gave his father a wide-eyed stare.  "What?"       Jack stood at the landing, one hand on the banister.  "Danny, I want to talk to you.  It's very important."       Danny's voice was quiet.  "Why?"       "Because," said Jack, "Because your mother and your sister aren't home.  It's just the two of us.  We could have a father-to-son chat."      "Is it about yesterday?" Danny asked slowly, suddenly aware of any missteps he might make.  Somehow, Jack seemed off.  Maybe it was because he was never this quiet; maybe it was because he was never this serious.  That was it, Danny realized.      Jack nodded.  "Yes, that's right."      "I don't want to talk about it," said Danny.  He really didn't.  It was beyond having to listen to whatever inane thing Jack might ramble on about; he realized he was actually dreading this conversation, not in the way that it might be about having to listen to him talk about ghosts but in the way that it might be about his grades, or about the fact that he'd been sneaking out of his room at night, or about the thermos that had mysteriously disappeared from the lab the other day after he'd misplaced his usual one.      Jack blinked.  "Danny," he said finally, "I need to ask you something.  If it wasn't important, I'd be talking to myself about it.  Come down to the lab with me."      Danny hesitated.  His gut told him everything about this was wrong; what could he have possibly said that would have tipped Jack off to anything?  Nothing immediately came to mind, and that somehow made it worse.  Unable to stand it, he found himself nodding anyway.  He set the cantaloupe down at the top of the steps, and followed Jack down through the kitchen.  The closer he got to the lab, the more the lump in his stomach hardened.  Whatever this was about - he knew it wasn't going to be good.  Part of him just said to turn and go up to his room, but he squashed it down.      Jack held the door for him, and followed him down to the lab.  It was almost completely empty; all of the work-tables had been cleared off, spare boxes of parts and components had been sorted and put away, and even the locked case of Fenton weapons had been relocated to a high shelf.       Danny felt small.  "Dad.  What's this about?  What did you want to ask me - and how come it has to be down here?"      "Well, son," said Jack, "It's because it's about ghosts.  I've been hunting ghosts for most of my life, you know.  I can tell when they're near.  I can smell 'em."      Danny took a step back, heart pounding.  "Dad - where are you going with this?"      "Where I'm going," said Jack, "is I know there's ghosts around whenever you're around.  I figured out what's been causing that interference in the ghost-gazer."      Danny's mind raced.  "What?  I thought - I thought it was broken - you said it was - "      "Well, maybe I was wrong," said Jack.  His gaze dropped from Danny's, and focused instead on the black boots of his jumpsuit.  "I think I've been wrong about a lot of things, Danny - but, no matter what happens, know one thing.  You're my son, and I love you."  He met Danny's eyes again.  "No matter what."      "Wait," said Danny, his eyes darting for a split second to the stairs behind Jack.  Even if he was quick, he knew he wouldn't be able to make a run for it.  "What do you mean no matter what?"      Jack just nodded once.  "No matter what.  Now, there's something I have to ask you.  I know you might want to lie about it, but please don't."      "What?  Why would I - ?"  He knew very well why he would.      "I think it's because you didn't trust me," said Jack, "That hurts - but I need you to be completely and entirely honest.  Promise me you can do that."      Danny was silent.      Jack took a deep breath.  "Danny - I found out you've been causing the interference with the ghost-gazer, and a fair amount of the other equipment as well.  I need to know why."      "Why?" Danny echoed.  He kept his hands behind his back so that Jack wouldn't see them shaking.  "Well, I - "      Jack's face was serious.  "Is it because you're a ghost, Danny?"      Danny's heart skipped a beat.  "What?  Why would I be - ?"      "Son, please," said Jack, "I need you to be honest.  It's very important."      Danny could barely breathe.  He tore his eyes from Jack's, and he wanted nothing more than to disappear.  He could feel his face reddening.  He couldn't stand it.  Finally, hanging his head, he buckled.  "Yeah.  I can be."      "And that's the honest truth?"      Danny nodded.  It took all he had to keep from tears.  He'd had nightmares about a confrontation like this for months after the incident - now here he stood, heartbeat slamming in his ears, red-eyed and shaking.      There was a long pause.  Jack knelt down in an effort to level his massive frame with Danny.  He set one hand on Danny's shoulder.  "Do you know what this means?"      Danny didn't.      "It means I was right!" Jack cried, the serious expression dissolving immediately into a triumphant grin.  "Me!  Jack Fenton!  It means that ghost-gazer isn't broken!  Ha!  I'm a genius!  Take a look at this!"  He grabbed the ghost-gazer off the work-table and shoved into Danny's hands.  "That's how I figured it out, you know!  I thought it was malfunctioning at first!  But then I got to thinking, and - "      Danny stared down at the thing in his hands, but it hardly registered.  He turned a second later back up at Jack, still very much upset but now also confused.  "You're not mad?  But - I kept hiding it - Dad, I'm a ghost - !"       "Ghost, shmost!" Jack exclaimed, throwing both hands up in the air, "You're a Fenton!  You think I hate ghosts more than I love my own son?  C'mere!"  He pulled Danny into a massive two-armed hug, now beaming.  "I'm proud of you, Danny, and I always will be!"      The lump in Danny's stomach was slowly beginning to melt away.  Telling him had been awful - but the blind acceptance was reassuring.  He returned his father's hug, taking a deep breath.  "Look - I know I probably should have told you and Mom about it, but - "      "Are you kidding?" said Jack, "With all the stuff we've designed specifically to obliterate ghosts?  No wonder you kept your mouth shut!  I would have too, if I were you!  But you know what?"      "What?"      "It means now I'm the one that gets to listen to you yammer on about ghosts!  You're a certified expert now!  Just think about it - a boy who's a ghost, living with a family of ghost hunters!  How's that for irony!"      Danny couldn't help but smile a little.  "Well, half-ghost, actually - "      "Half?" Jack asked.      "Yeah."      Jack frowned, and the more he thought about it the more his eyebrows tried to meet in the center of his forehead.  "How can you be half?"      "Dad," said Danny, "Sit down for a sec.  This is gonna blow your mind."      Jack did.      Danny set the ghost-gazer down, and transformed.  He still hesitated out of instinct, but reminded himself that it didn't matter anymore.  He watched Jack's eyes widen, and took a little bit of satisfaction in it; he turned himself about once so that Jack could get a decent up-close look at him.  "Half.  I can go back and forth."      "That's awesome!" Jack cried, jumping back up to his feet again, "I bet you're the one that keeps setting off all the stuff down here too!  Look at me go!  I'm figuring out all sorts of things today!"      Danny nodded.  "Yeah, and I'm the one that borrowed the spare thermos last week - "      "Hey, I was wondering where that thing went," said Jack, "Wait, does that mean you've been going out and hunting ghosts?  Even after you always told us you never wanted to do that ever at all in your life?"      "Dad," Danny cringed, "Please don't make this lame - "      "Ghost hunting isn't lame, son!" Jack declared, giving Danny a hearty slap on the back and making him stagger forward, "I've never been more proud of you in my life!  You're the best son a dad could hope for!  Just wait 'til I tell your mother!"      Danny sucked in his breath.  "Well, I - "      "Well, what?" said Jack, turning down to him.      "I'm not actually sure if I want her to know just yet," said Danny carefully.  Between his parents, his mother was usually the one to take things more seriously, and just because Jack was excited didn't mean that Maddie would be.      "Well!" said Jack brightly, throwing an arm around Danny's shoulders, "I won't tell her if you won't!  We'll keep this between just us two!"      "Dad.  Sam and Tucker know about this too.  They were there when it happened.  Also I think Jazz might have figured it out, but she hasn't said anything to me about it yet.  That's mostly why I have them over so much.  It's all ghost stuff."      "That's gotta be a lot of ghost stuff!" said Jack, "I'm gonna go grab us some snacks, and we're gonna lock Maddie and Jazzypants out of the basement for the next ten hours, and you're gonna ramble on about all the stuff I don't know about ghosts!"      Danny thought that was alright.  He was still a little surprised that his father had been the one to figure this out - but he'd taken it almost in stride.  Well, as much of a stride in anything as you have when you're my dad.  But at least I don't have to keep hiding this from him, and he seems pretty happy.  I guess I'm pretty happy about it too.      He said he was proud of me.
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The Car
My first Phic Phight entry. I meant to get this up last week for the dannypocalypse, but I have another cold and a surprising amount of homework for the last months of senior year.
Prompt by @ecto-american: Vlad buys Danny a car for his 16th birthday.
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âYou got me a car.â
âYes.â
âA car.â
âYes, Daniel. Thatâs what I said.â
âFor my birthday. A car.â
âMostly. Some of it is for your last Deathday, as I never did get you anything then.â
âWhy did you get me a car?!?â
The car in question was a deep red Porsche convertible: absolutely gorgeous, so new it seemed to sparkle in the afternoon sun, and completely impractical for a high school junior who had a tendency to get involved in explosive fights on a near-daily basis.
âAs a gesture of good will.â
Danny snorted. As much as their relationship had improved in the last year, it was still a far cry from perfect. âItâs never just a gesture of good will from you. Thereâs something more here.â
âIs it really that difficult to accept that I might just care about you, Little Badger?â
âYes. Very.â
âThatâs fair.â Vlad sighed, and went to rub his forehead. âYou want me to be honest with you?â
Danny nodded, eyes flitting to the car.
âI am concerned for your safety. The way your father drives, you may well die before you finish high school. I spent decades as the only being in the world like me, and I never wish to repeat that endeavour.â
âAnything else?â Danny had given up the pretense of not caring about the car, and was now staring at it.
âSurprisingly, no.â
âSo, self-serving interest that, surprisingly enough, is selfless?â
âThatâs one way to put it, yes.â
âHuh. Well, thank you. This is one of the nicest things youâve done for me.â
âYouâre welcome.â Vlad slowly brought his hand up, before placing it gently on Dannyâs shoulder. âHappy birthday, Daniel.â
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Hello everyone! If youâre like me, youâre acutely aware of the almost absurd amount of talent our little half-dead Phandom has. From the excellent musicians to the superb artists, the impressive cosplayers and fascinating memers, Iâm constantly amazed by just how much skill so many of the phans have.Â
Of course, letâs not forget my personal group; the fanfiction authors. Thereâs so many absolutely amazing concept creators and authors amongst us, so I thought, âwhy donât we make them fight?â After all, what brings people closer than a fight club?
Nah, Iâm kidding. Mostly.
What is Phic Phight?
Phic Phight is an event for Danny Phantom Fanfiction authors that is loosely inspired by Art Fight. In Art Fight, the participants are split into two teams, and score points for their team by drawing the opposing teamâs OCs! Weâll be doing something similar.Â
Every participant will be able to create up to four prompts based on their fics or fic ideas and will be randomly assigned to either Team Human or Team Ghost. Team Ghost will have access to the prompts the members of Team Human wrote, and Team Human will have the same with Team Ghostâs prompts! Youâll get points with each fic you write, and whichever team has the most points at the end of the month wins!
When is Phic Phight?
Officially, Phic Phight will be from April 1st - 30th, 2019. You have until 11:59 pm PST on March 24 to join. After that, Iâll be in contact with everyone whoâs joined with more information on their team, the prompts theyâll be working with, and the final decision on prizes.
How do we get points?
For every 10 words you write of a prompt, youâll get 1 point. For every Phic you complete, youâll be granted an additional 5 points.Â
Weâll be keeping track of which prompts have had the most Phics, whoâs written the most, and which team gets the most points!
What should our prompts look like?
Your prompts should be a short, 1-2 sentence summary of one of your fics or fic concepts. You will be required to submit at least two, but can do up to four if youâd like.Â
Donât worry about duplicates of ideas, but please be sure to include any ships or trigger warnings that apply at the end of your summary. AUs are fine as long as they are widely known, such as the Reverse Trio AU, a coffee shop AU, or an electric core Danny AU.
Due to the controversy surrounded them, prompts where a minor and adult are shipped together are not permitted in this event. Prompts that crossover with another fandom, have a heavy focus on original characters, or AU prompts that rely on intense worldbuilding known only to the author that cannot be simplified to fit the summary limit are also not permitted. If there is a problem with one of your prompts, Iâll let you know and give you a chance to alter it.
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I didnât think Iâd have time to write anything else for the Phic Phight, but there was a reveal prompt, and I love reveals....
Prompt by @duckapus:Â Reveal- Jack starts to question why ghost hunting equipment malfunctions around Danny. Exclusively around Danny. [FF | AO3]
Jack hadnât questioned it at first. Not more than usual, anyway. Most of his inventions were prototypes, constantly undergoing revisions as preliminary testing revealed potential improvements. He expected problems. Bugs. That was normal.
But somehow, none of those potential improvements ever dealt with a problem heâd had from the beginning: the way all his ghost hunting equipment malfunctioned around Danny.
Exclusively around Danny.
The first time heâd mentioned it to Maddie, the first time heâd really noticed it, sheâd simply told him to double check that he had everything in the proper orderâno wires crossed, no incorrect balance of internal chemicals, no improperly calibrated sensors, that sort of thing.
The second time he brought it up, sheâd suggested ecto-contamination. Danny hadnât worn his HAZMAT suit in yearsâthey didnât even know where it was anymoreâand Jazz would at least don one of Maddieâs when she thought the situation was desperate enough to warrant it.
But no amount of tweaking had helped, and Danny had started spending as little time in the lab as possible. He shouldnât have built up enough contamination to be so consistently pinpointed by their weaponsâespecially when those weapons had no trouble differentiating between their samples of ectoplasm and a semi-sentient ghost blob.
Jack hadnât bothered bringing it up a third time to Maddie. She was busy, and while this was important, he knew she hadnât forgotten about it. He suspected that she was looking into it on her own time. Heâd decided it was best if he did the same. For Dannyâs sake. If they couldnât solve this problem by putting their heads together, maybe theyâd get further if they went at it separately for a while, coming at it from different angles instead of convincing each other of a promising but ultimately wrong viewpoint. As long as they solved the problem in the end, it wouldnât matter how they got there.
Really, it was a safety issue at this point. Their weapons wouldnât do any lasting harm to humans if handled properly, but accidents happened, and a blast from an ecto-gun was still a blast from an ecto-gun. It would still hurt, at least in the moment, and a sustained blast would burn.
And, honestly, the fear of one of their weapons accidentally locking on to Danny kept Jack from developing things he was interested in, like missiles keyed to the particular ecto-signatures of ghosts which repeatedly attacked Amity Park. He knew it was possible. He already had the technology in the Fenton Booo-merang. Adding it to an explosive that would go off on contact wouldnât be terribly difficult.
But he hadnât yet solved the problem of why the Booo-merang was attracted to Danny, and heâd rather not send explosives meant for ghosts after his son.
It was the Booo-merang that Jack had in pieces in front of him again. The kids were at school and Maddie was out most of the day running errands, so heâd moved from the lab to the kitchen table. Interference from their samples in the lab shouldnât be a problem, but heâd run out of ideas when it came to what actually could be the problem, so he was trying very hard not to rule anything out, however unlikely.
Unfortunately, the Booo-merang had been built exactly as it should have been. By this point, it had been rebuiltâwith both old parts and newâno fewer than six times. Heâd done the math again. Had Maddie do the math again. Their calculations werenât wrong.
He could get the Booo-merang to home in on different ecto-samples, could successfully switch between them, but he had a sinking feeling that the moment he set it to seek out the strongest ghost within range, it would find its way back to Danny again.
Like it always had before.
Jack hadnât had any success correcting the Fenton Finder, either. It would point to Danny. No matter what he did to it. It would still register other ghosts, however weak, but Dannyâs blip invariably showed up stronger than all of them. If the reason for all this had been ecto-contaminationâsomehowâDannyâs dot shouldnât be displayed as brightly, not now that Jack had revamped the interface so that the brightest dots represented the strongest ghosts. Heâd meant for it to be a way to find the likely leader or the strongest opponent, should they face multiple ghosts at once, but he wasnât convinced his efforts had paid off. If the Fenton Finder persisted in finding Danny, he should have been barely there.
It never should have marked him as the greatest threat.
The Ghost Gabber was no different. No matter what Jack did to it, it would always âtranslateâ Dannyâs words. Heâd adjusted its sensitivity to the point that it wouldnât even register the incoherent garbles of an ectopus, but the moment Danny said somethingâŚ.
Jack sighed, pushed the dismantled mechanics away, and stood to get some water. He was missing something fundamental, something dreadfully important, however small or basic it seemed. The reaction was consistent. Repeatable. As far as his equipment was concerned, there was no mistake. If it reliably sought out Danny, there must be some reason for it.
Trouble was, since it didnât seem to be a flaw in the equipment, and earlier trials had shown that it wasnât an oddly high level of ecto-contamination, Jack had no idea what that reason could be. Really, Jack had doused himself in ectoplasm by mistake once and hadnât even registered as a blip on the Fenton Finder. It knew the difference between the activated ectoplasm ghosts controlled and the ectoplasmic remnants those ghosts left behind.
It would be different if it werenât only Danny, if it werenât always Danny, or even if it werenât every invention.
After all, experiments with repeatable results were more likely to be true. Particularly when the conditions of the experiment varied. When the environment changed. When the parameters were tweaked. Jackâs inventions always pointed to the same thing, no matter the circumstances.
But the result had to be wrong. Danny wasnât a ghost. How many times had he jumped to that conclusion with Jazz and it had turned out to be nothing? Maddie would have his hide if he kept doing that, and Jazz would give him another lecture about how he was ruining Dannyâs childhood, and he only wanted what was best for his family.
But if his inventions werenât wrong, and if Danny wasnât a ghost, what was left?
Jack drained his glass of water and made up his mind. He scooped the pieces of the Booo-merang into a box, cleaned the grease-stained newspaper off the table, and dropped the box off in the lab. Heâd reassemble the Booo-merang later. Right now, he wanted to go for a walk. To clear his head. And maybe to get some answers.
Maddie had the GAV, but that was just as well. It was harder to sneak up on a ghost in that, even if they were easier to chase when he wasnât on foot. Still, for what he wanted, the Fenton Finder would do the trick.
Jack checked the weapons supply in his suit one last time before heading out the door, Fenton Finder in hand. There were no ghosts nearby, so he fiddled with the settings and expanded its range. It was less precise the farther it stretched, but it was easy enough to shrink the range and increase its accuracy as he got closer to a ghost.
Following the Fenton Finderâs instructions to a pair of ghosts was easy enough, and Jack wasnât entirely surprised to find himself spitting distance from Casper High. He caught the tail end of Phantomâs fight with Technus, and while the ghost was gloating to himself over capturing the technology ghost, Jack fired a net-gun at him.
Phantom squawked and tucked to protect the thermos as he dropped. Jack approached cautiously, not remotely surprised by the suspicion in Phantomâs eyesâor by the slight coating of ice that was forming over the net. Heâd seen Phantom pull that trick before.
Jack held up the net-gun and an ecto-gun and very visibly put them on the ground where Phantom could see them. âI didnât come here to fight,â he said. âI just want to talk, and I needed to make sure you stayed here long enough for me to ask if you will.â
Phantom frowned. âRelease me, then.â
The net was now completely coated in a thin layer of ice. Phantom could get free on his own with one good ectoblast, but Jack took the offering for what it was and untangled the net. Phantom floated up to his eye level but didnât leaveâor release his hold on his stolen Fenton Thermos. Jack wasnât overly happy about Phantomâs theft, but it was good advertising for FentonWorks, so heâd long ago decided to let it slide as long as Phantom stopped stealing from them. (The Fenton Ecto-Skeleton might have been used well by Phantom, but heâd also destroyed it, and Jack was only willing to lose so many prototypes.)
âWhat do you want?��� Phantom asked. He was watching Jackâs hands as much as his face, and Jack wondered if Phantom knew he hadnât surrendered all his weapons.
Jack opened his mouth and found himself hesitating. He knew what he wanted to ask, more or less, but he wasnât sure how to ask it in a way that made senseâmuch less in a way that made sense to a ghost. It was just as well that heâd found Phantom. Of all the ghosts that plagued this town, Phantom was the one who was most likely to give him something approximating an honest answer. Jack wasnât sure what heâd have to promise in return, but the ghost wasnât above cutting dealsâand he tended to honour them, as far as Jack had seen.
âDo you just want to meet me later?â Phantom offered. âIâve, uh, got someplace I should really be getting back to, andââ
âYou know my kids, right?â The question had tumbled from Jackâs mouth without his permission, but at least it was a starting point.
Phantom blinked at him and looked slightly uncomfortable. âUm. Yeah? Jazz and Danny, right? They both go to Casper High. Iâm, ah, there a lot. As you can tell.â He gestured vaguely in the direction of the school.
Jack nodded. âYes. Theyâre often targeted, being our kids.â
âRight.â Phantom nodded, though Jack had no idea if he actually agreed or if he was merely trying to keep Jack happy. âThat makes sense.â
âAnd Maddie and I know they support you,â Jack said slowly, âdespite everything weâve taught them.â
Phantom winced. âI swear Iâm not brainwashing them or anything like that,â he muttered. âThey just know that not all ghosts are evil.â
âNot all ghosts believe they are evil,â corrected Jack. Phantomâs frown deepened, but he held his tongue this time. âIn fact, few truly accept that they are. Theyâre so caught up in their own beliefs and perceptions of the world that they canât see how horrible their actions truly are.â
âRight.â Phantomâs voice was flat now, as if he remembered enough of what his life had once been to approximate human emotions. âI promise not to attack your kids. Was that all you wanted to talk about? I can go without you shooting me in the back again?â
âNo, IâŚI want to make you a deal.â
Phantomâs eyebrows shot up. âA deal? After saying that? You just told me you think Iâm evil but I canât recognize my own evilness! What kind of deal do you want to make with someone you think is evil?â
It wasnât worth correcting Phantom now. He wasnât in the mood to argue over semantics, and he had never been very good at that, anyway. âIâll replace that battered Fenton Thermos of yours if you help me with a problem I have.â
Phantom crossed his arms. âHow about promising that you wonât keep trying to catch me and tear me apart molecule by molecule?â
He wasnât jumping at the chance to replace his Fenton weaponry, so either he was comfortable with breaking into their place or Maddieâs suspicions were correct and one or both kids was helping him.
And if the kids were helping him, it was even more likely heâd know the answer to Jackâs question.
âYouâd have to help me with more than one thing before Iâd agree to that,â Jack said dryly. âI can appreciate your twisted sense of self-preservation, Phantom, but sometimes sacrifices must be made for science.â
Phantom glowered at him. âYouâre just making me want to help you way less. You know that, right? My sense of self-preservation isnât twisted, especially when youâre a ghost hunter. Iâm willing to work with you guys on keeping this town safe, but only if we call a truce. I donât want you to shoot me the moment the opportunity arises.â
He wasnât going to make any wild promises without consulting Maddie. If they were going to strike up any sort of long-term alliance with Phantom, her input would be invaluable. She was a better negotiator than he. Besides, at this point, he didnât trust the ghost enough. Trust had to be earned. He knew it went both ways, but Phantom was never defenseless unless they managed to suppress his powersâand he could disarm them more easily than they could do that. âI can give you one week. If you can help me. Beyond that, Iâd have to discuss it with my wife.â
To Jackâs surprise, Phantom smiled. âReally?â There was somethingâŚhopeful in his voice. âOkay, yeah. Iâll help you if you donât hunt me for a week. Whatâs this thing you need help with? Do you want a tour guide for the Ghost Zone?â
The idea wasnât a terrible one. Heâd have to bring it up with Maddie later, maybe when he broke the news that they couldnât hunt Phantom for a full seven days. He was sure sheâd understand once he explained that this was for Danny. She knew how much he was willing to sacrifice for their family. âNo. I need to know why my inventions target you.â
Phantomâs smile fell off his face. âWhat?â
âWhat exactly is it about you that my inventions find? Why do they work?â
âYouâŚ. Why are you asking me that? How should I know? You invented them!â
âMy science isnât perfect.â Jack hated to admit it, hated to admit folly or fault to a ghost. âUntil we can break a ghost down to its components, until we can figure out what triggers its cohesion or the composition of its ecto-signature, weâre guessing.â
âAnd you think I can tell you all that? Iâm not a scientist! Go talk to Plasmius.â
Jack frowned. He didnât like the Wisconsin Ghost, not after he had tried to attack Jackâs family. âI trust him less than I trust you.â
âYeah, but he knows more about all of that stuff than I do. Iâve never studied it. I canât tell you anything about that. I still donât even understand how I exist like this, and heâs tried to explain it to me.â
Jack raised an eyebrow. âYou died, Phantom. There are a number of reasons ghosts formââ
âThatâs not what Iâ You know what? Never mind. If this is what you wanted help with, I canât actually help you. So why donât you just let me go this once, and we can go back to normal next time you see me? I should really be going anywayââ
âThatâs not the only thing I need help with.â
Phantom sighed. âAre you sure? Because if itâs science-y, and it sounds like it probably will be, youâre better off talking to Plasmius. I mean, believe me, I hate that idea, and heâll hate that idea, and I canât guarantee heâll help, but heâll at least understand what youâre talking about. I donât.â
âNo.â Jack had known even before he set out that he wouldnât ask help of Plasmius. Phantom, aggravating though he was, was preferable to Plasmius. He had never seen Phantom directly harm his family, and Plasmius had tried that right in front of him. âIâŚ. This is about my son.â
Phantom froze. âYourâŚson?â
He looked scared now, which was interesting. Maybe it was Danny who was helping Phantom after all. Maybe Phantom was the reason all their weaponsâ But Phantom had no reason to lie to him about this when it would mean he wouldnât have to worry about the townâs best ghost hunters tracking him down. Jack highly doubted heâd tell the whole truth, but if Phantom knew anything, however insignificant, he could have given it to themâeven if he knew whatever he told them wouldnât help.
âThereâs something about Danny,â Jack admitted quietly, âthat sets off our weapons. I canât figure out what it is. Maddie canât figure out what it is. Our weapons are designed for ghosts, not humans, but something that would destroy you could still hurt him.â
Phantomâs eyes were wide. âComforting,â he squeaked. If it was an attempt at humour, Phantom had no idea of his ill timing. Then again, Jack wouldnât expect anything else from a ghost.
âThis is serious, Phantom. My sonâs life is in danger. If something goes wrong with one of our inventionsâŚ. Accidents happen, but I want to prevent the ones I can. And finding out why our weapons target him and stopping it will go a long way toward that.â
Phantom stared at the ground and said nothing.
âHelp me figure this out. If weâre successful, Maddie and I will discuss the possibility of a long-term truce.â
âIâŚI donât thinkâŚ.â
âPlease.â It was easier to get the word past his lips than heâd expected. âPlease. For my son. You claim to be a hero, to want to protect this town, donât you? Help me protect my Danny-boy.â
âIâm going to regret this,â Phantom muttered. Louder, he said, âThis involves Danny. You should talk to him, too. Iâll, um, come by sometime after schoolâor at this rate, detentionâis over.â
Jack frowned. âWhy not help me now? Then, whenever Danny gets home, weâll be ready for him.â He was tempted to ask why Phantom thought Danny might get detention when he hadnât all week, but Jack was unfortunately aware that Danny got detention as often as he didnât, if not more. He shouldnât condemn the ghost for acknowledging that fact, not when he needed Phantomâs help. Not when he was asking for Phantomâs help.
Phantom gave him a goofy grin. âBecause I have someplace to be right now. And you have to tell Maddie she canât shoot me when I show up.â He offered a mock salute and vanished.
Jack didnât know if heâd done the right thing. Alliances with ghosts made himâŚuneasy. Even when they were for his family. Even with a ghost like Phantom, who thought himself good. There was never a guarantee with ghosts, not in matters like this. Phantom could go back on his word. If this venture endangered his familyâŚ.
Heâd make sure it wouldnât happen. Heâd take every precaution he could. When Phantom came, heâd be ready.
And, hopefully, by the end of this, Danny would be safe.
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Maddie looked over the lab and bit her lip. âI donât like this,â she admitted. âLowering our defenses risks the whole family, andââ
ââand itâs only for a week. We can be extra vigilant for a week,â Jack pointed out. âAnd if Phantom attacks us, then we get to tear him apart molecule by molecule!â
Maddie smiled. âYouâre right. You agreed not to hunt him for a week, but if he attacks first, then itâs self-defence.â She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. âGood thinking, sweetums.â
She was still nervous. He could see that in every line of her body. She didnât like this. But heâd trusted Phantom before, made a deal with Phantom before, and the ghost had kept his word. Jack wanted to believe heâd do so again. âThis is for Danny,â he reminded her.
âI know. Iâll abide by your terms. For Danny.â She checked her watch. âIâll make a fresh batch of cookies. If Phantom is going to be under our roof and unrestrained, we can at least learn what we can from him while heâs here.â
âDouble the recipe?â Jack asked hopefully. He loved Maddieâs cookiesâthe entire family didâand if it turned out Phantom could and would eat, Jack wanted to make sure there were enough.
Maddie leaned closer and whispered, âIâm going to quadruple it,â before pulling back with a laugh. Halfway up the stairs, she added, âThey never seem to last long enough anyway. Just donât anger Phantom before we at least get that data!â
âIâll do my best, sugar plum,â Jack promised, but Maddie was already back upstairs, and he was left waiting.
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Danny came into the lab some time laterâlate enough that Jack knew he must have gotten detention for one reason or anotherâand he looked almost as nervous as Jack had ever seen him. âYour mom told you what we want to do, right, Danny-boy?â
Danny rubbed the back of his neck. âKinda. I got the gist from Phantom, too. After school. Heâs, uh, gonna be late. The Box Ghost showed up again.â
âThe Box Ghost doesnât usually give him much trouble.â
âHe, um, had a lot of boxes.â
Jack nodded slowly. He didnât know if Phantom hadnât told Danny the details or if he hadnât been truthful about any of it, but it didnât matter in the end. He wasnât here now, and if he didnât show up by the end of the day, then that meant he didnât intend to uphold his end of the dealâand that Jack and Maddie had no reason to keep theirs.
Danny grabbed the rolling desk chair by the computer and sat down. âDo you need me for long? I have homework.â
Jack sighed and leaned against the examination table. âWhat I need, Danny-boy, is for you to tell me the truth.â
Danny stilled, the fingers drumming on his knee freezing mid-beat. He lookedâŚwary. Tense. Scared. âWhat do you mean?â Now that Jack was listening and looking for it, he could hear the falsehood in his sonâs voice, the forced nonchalance that was betrayed by his body. âWhat do I have to lie about?â
He was a teenager. Likely as not, he thought he had a lot to lie about, even though he was wrong about that. âDanny,â Jack said instead, âthis is important. You need to realize that. Our weapons could still hurt you, and your mom and I donât want that to happen. Thatâs why weâre doing this. But we canât help you if we donât understand what happened.â
âI never said anything happened!â
âIt could have been something small,â Jack said, though he didnât really believe that. Whatever it had been, the effects were significant. âSomething that you didnât notice right away. Just think. Youâve spent a lot of time in the lab over the years. Has anything unexpected ever happened?â
âNo.â The response came quickly. Too quickly. âI mean, you guys take a lot of safety precautions.â
âMads and I do,â acknowledged Jack, âbut when was the last time you or Jazzy-pants wore a HAZMAT suit while you worked down here?â
Danny winced.
Jack just nodded. âNow, your mom and I donât think this is just a case of contamination. Everything reacts so strongly to you, and the effect just seems to be getting worse over time.â
âOf course it does,â Danny muttered. Heâd no doubt been hoping this entire mess would just go away on its own. Truthfully, Jack had, too, but he and Maddie had known better than to do nothing and wait in vain.
Jack handed him the Fenton Finder. âYou never stuck around long enough for me to explain my changes, Danny-boy, but if you turn that on, youâll see how bright your dot isâŚ.â Jack trailed off. Danny had obeyed him, but the screen was blank.
âHey, it doesnât think Iâm a ghost anymore!â Danny looked thrilled. âAwesome, Dad! What did you do?â
Jack just stared at the screen, half-expecting the dot representing his sonâwhich had always appeared so faithfullyâto belatedly pop up.
He hadnât done a thing to the Fenton Finder that should affect Danny.
Wordlessly, he reached for the recently-reassembled Booo-merang, turned it on, and tossed it. Danny ducked, but all it did was crash into the drying rack and shatter half a dozen test tubes, a couple of beakers, and a graduated cylinder. No matter how many times Jack had built and rebuilt it before, it had invariably locked onto Danny. Now, it was like there wasnât even a ghost in the vicinity.
Danny reached for the Ghost Gabber before he could. âMy name is Danny Fenton,â he said into its microphone, and this timeâfor the first time in Jackâs memoryâit didnât repeat his words.
The next thing Jack knew, Danny had his arms around his middle. âThanks, Dad!â He sounded so relieved. It was almost painful to hear that, to hear how much of a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, a weight his own parents had placed there. âI donât know what you did, but I donât care because it worked. Thank you, thank you, thank you.â Danny gave him another squeeze before releasing him and bounding for the stairs. âIâm gonna tell Mom and Sam and Tucker and Jazz!â
Jack just stared after him, knowing he should call out to stop him but not knowing what to say.
Danny should still be targeted. He should still be identified as a ghost. Jack hadnâtâŚ. Nothing heâd done would have affected that. Should have affected that.
Jack wasnât sure how long he sat there, going over everything heâd done in his head, before he began double checking his instruments. He did know that if Phantom hadnât coughed, very pointedly, Jack would have never noticed him.
That, above all else, told him how much this had shaken him.
âIâm assuming you talked to Danny,â Phantom said from where he floated a foot and a half off the floor, well away from the examination table and any of their weapons that would reach out and grab him at a touch of a button. âSo what do you need me to do? How can I help?â
Jack had never turned the Fenton Ghost Gabber off, and despite what heâd done, he now expected it to still repeat Phantomâs words.
It didnât.
Which meant Jack hadnât gotten things wrong. Not that way, anyway. He hadnâtâŚhadnâtâŚ. âThe Fenton Finder,â he croaked, making a vague gesture towards it. âDo you still show up?â He had to be sure. He thought he was, but Maddie would want more proof than a gut feeling when he talked to her.
Phantom didnât ask why, like Jack had expected, though he was appropriately wary as he flew over to pick up the device and turn it on.
Jack wasnât surprised to find that Phantom knew exactly which one the Fenton Finder was or how it worked.
âNo,â Phantom said, turning the screen in Jackâs direction so that he could see it was still blank.
âThatâs what I was afraid of,â Jack whispered. This was the result he had expected, but not after getting the same result for Danny. He shouldnât have gotten the same result for Danny. Not ifâŚifâŚ.
âWhy? Whatâd you do?â
âWe have your ecto-signature on file,â Jack said slowly. âIt was easy enough to get, and we can get it again if you try to sabotage our data.â
Phantom rolled his eyes. âIâm not planning on breaking into your vault to destroy your precious data. Even if most of it is wrong. Besides, the thingâs phase-proof, isnât it?â
Jack might have once been surprised that Phantom knew so much, but not anymore.
âI promised not to hunt you for a week,â Jack continued, ignoring Phantomâs remarks for now. âIf you were able to help me, I wanted to be sure I could keep my end of the bargain.â
Phantom frowned. âWere? Whatâs that supposed to mean? I havenât tried to help yet.â
Jack made sure to look him in the eye. He needed to see Phantomâs reaction, needed to see that he was fitting the pieces together correctly and that he wasnât still missing something. âI fed your most recent ecto-signature reading into our weapons and taught them to ignore it,â he said.
Phantom looked at him blankly for a long few seconds, and then his eyes widened in panic. âOh, crud.â
âWhat happened?â Jack asked gently. He thought Maddie might know how to best address this, how to deal with this sort of thing better than him, but she wasnât here, and he was, andâŚ. And he just had to let Phantom know he wasnât going to lunge for any weapons or activate the Fenton Anti-Creep Mode or anything else. He had to let Phantom know he was willing to listen, that he was ready to listen, if Phantom was willing to tell him.
Phantom broke his gaze, guilt and discomfort written all over his features. He didnât answer, but he didnât try to fly away, either.
Slowly, he dropped until his feet were planted on the floor. He shifted his weight from foot to foot and crossed his arms, huddling in on himself, but Jack wasnât going to give in. He wasnât going to speak first, not unless Phantom tried to run and he had to catch him with the Fenton Fisher.
Phantom was still staring at his boots when he finally spoke, his voice barely audible. âIt was an accident,â he breathed, and Jack could no longer be surprised.
All their (extensive) research pointed to the fact that each ghostâs ecto-signature was unique. Not staticâecto-signatures were influenced by a ghostâs experiences after death just as they were in the moment of their formationâbut never the same for each ghost. It was impossible. Even ghosts skilled in mimicry wouldnât be able to fully replicate anotherâs ecto-signature, as their own would still carry its own tell.
So if he had fed Phantomâs ecto-signature into his inventions and now they didnât recognize Phantom or Danny?
âIâm sorry,â whispered Phantom. âI didnât know how to tell you guys. And then Iâd waited so long, too long, and I justâŚ. It was easier to keep it a secret, I guess.â He was mumbling now. âIâm sorry. IâŚI donâtâŚ.â
Jack crossed the distance between them and scooped the ghost into his arms. âItâs okay, Danny-boy,â he murmured. âWe know now. You just tell us what you need, okay? We want to help you.â
PhantomâDannyâwas very still in his grip. âYou believe me? Youâre notâŚmad? Or thinking this is some kind of trick?â
Jack had no idea how this was possible, no idea what had happened or what Danny had been through sinceâthe fact that Danny and Phantom were one and the same proved his ignorance on the subjectâbut he did know that he wasnât mad. Besides, he didnât know how a ghost could pull off a trick like thisâor what would be gained by doing so, especially when it could be so easily disproven. Maddie might have some ideas on that front, but Jack was already sure that he was hearing the truth.
He justâŚknew it.
He didnât even need to weigh Phantomâs actions against those of other ghosts, or scrutinize his verbal slips, or continue to assess his familiarity with their family and their technology.
âAccidents happen,â Jack repeated. He didnât know how they were going to break the news to Maddie. She might be horrified, might blame herselfâfor not doing enough, for not noticing, for what she had done, what they had both done, in their ignoranceâbut he couldnât let her. They needed to focus on what they still had, not on what had happened in the pastâat least beyond preventing it from happening again. But heâd let Danny tell her, maybe over a plate of warm cookies once they were out of the oven. Cookies made everything better.
âSometimes,â continued Jack quietly, âlifeâs lessons are expensive, and sometimes the cost canât be paid with cash, but youâre still here. Youâre still you. Youâre still my son. You always will be, and Iâll always love you.â
Phantom twisted in Jackâs grip to throw his arms around him and hug him tightly, and then there was a brilliant flash of light and Jack was holding his son, his Danny-boy, andâ
âI donât think I realized how much I needed to hear that,â Danny murmured into his shoulder. âThank you, Dad. I love you, too.â
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Rise Above Myself
Prompt:Â Danny is off to college, leaving Vlad in charge of keeping ghosts out of Amity park. Prompt by:Â @going-dead Word count:Â 3,532
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âYou wanted to speak with me?â
Danny hummed an affirmative, patting the rooftop next to him. Vlad rolled his eyes, but sat down regardless. It wasnât like anyone would see him up here, anyway. Besides, he didnât want to drive the boy to anger any sooner than necessary.
In the years since they had first met, their relationship had become⌠complicated. They had surpassed the fighting, the whole âarch-nemesisâ thing, and had come to a truce of sorts. They were still in no way friends. Nor had he taken any sort of important role in the boyâs life, to his continuing disappointment.
But Danny would never join him. Vlad knew that, now. It was better not to fight, to be able to hold a conversation with the only person who would know what existence as a halfa was like. The only one who would be able to understand.
Besides, Vlad was no fool. He knew darn well that Danny had surpassed him in strength. And, for all the years of experience he had over the boy, he couldnât beat the sheer combat experience Danny had, either. Even mentorship was a chance long lost â Danny seemed content with the mentors he could find for himself in the Ghost Zone.
âSo, uhm.â Danny fidgeted, having finally broken the silence that had come over them. He started pulling on the edge of his glove â a nervous gesture he had taken up in his ghost form, Vlad knew. âIâm⌠leaving for college. This weekend.â
Vlad perked up at this. âReally? Thatâs excellent news, my boy!â And it was. He had long encouraged Danny to focus on his own life over Amity Parkâs safety. He already sacrificed so much for this thankless city â he shouldnât give up on college, too. To throw away his future, the remainder of his life, for people who would never appreciate what he had done for them.
âHeh, yeah.â Danny huffed out a laugh, a smile lingering afterwards. âI got my acceptance letter already â big fancy university a couple states away. Even at my current speed, itâs a few hours flying away.â
âFinally leaving the ghost hunting to the professionals then? Good for you.â Vlad noticed that Danny didnât mention which university, or where. Still keeping secrets from him? Not surprising, but⌠a little disappointing.
âSomething like that.â And now the smile turned a little malicious, a smirk instead. âYou were part of the ghost hunting club, after all. And you study ghosts.â
âMe?â Vlad asked, incredulous. The boy was out of his mind if he thought that Vlad would take over for him. He had spend the past 4 years encouraging Danny to stop, after all.
âWell, yeah.â Dannyâs posture remained loose, casual. Like he had no stake in this conversation â like he had already won the discussion. âYouâre the only other half-ghost in the city. The only person who can fight the ghosts on their own terms â in the air, and without the need for technology.â
Then he leaned in closer, and added in a conspiring tone, âUnless you think youâre not up for it? I know that Iâm stronger than you, but you should still outclass most ghosts that come here. And surely your incredible intellect will allow you to beat such pathetic enemies?â
Vlad sneered, baring his fangs in an automatic response. âOf course itâs not a matter of not being able to do it! But I am above such despicable, thankless work. To protect a city â a people â who would rather hate their protector than cheer him on. Please.â
âIf thatâs how you see it,â Danny responded with a shrug. âBut just imagine what would happen if no one stopped the ghosts. You know that my parents will pick up the slack instead. Do you really trust my dad to keep Amity Park safe? To keep Mom safe?â He cocked his head at Vlad, that awful smirk still on his face. âAfter all, Valerie has already left for college. So has Jazz, and Sam and Tucker. Itâs just my parents. And you.â
Vlad remained silent now. The boy, unfortunately, had a point. All capable ghost hunters had left the city â or would leave it soon enough. The Fentons really would be the only ones left â and as capable as Maddie was, Jack had an awful habit of getting in her way. There was⌠quite a risk of her getting hurt.
And while he knew he wouldnât â couldnât â have her, he still didnât want anything to happen to her. Damn that boy for still knowing exactly which buttons to press.
But⌠perhaps he could make it manageable. Many of Dannyâs enemies were humanoid â or at very least, somewhat intelligent. Surely he could get most of them to stay away by using his resources, rather than his fists? And being harsher than Danny against the ones that did come through would surely discourage them, too.
âFine,â he finally hissed at the boy, glaring at him to drive the point home. âFine, I will do it. But not for this accursed city â Iâll do it for Maddie.â
âOf course you will, Fruitloop,â Danny laughed back, grinning widely.
He shook his head, already making plans. If he arranged things correctly, it wouldnât be much of a bother to take over for Danny. After all, how much time did the teen really spend on ghost hunting?
Unfortunately, as he soon discovered, Danny actually spend a lot of time hunting ghosts. Because while his most noticeable enemies tended to be the humanoid ghosts, the majority of his enemies were actually non-sentient. And while Vlad mightâve been able to sway some of the intelligent ghosts to stay away, it was the feral animals that took up so much of his time, now. They were neither strong nor threatening â to a ghost as powerful as him, at least â but they were common enough to be a bother.
A good number of Dannyâs rogues gallery showed up as well. Skulker, once told that Vlad had taken over, seemed disappointed but left without resistance. Technus put up a decent fight, but could afterwards be convinced to stay in the Ghost Zone if Vlad paid him with bits of technology. He was sure that Technus would eventually assemble this into a mech before returning â which is why he only send the worst bits he could find.
One of the more notable encounters ended up being Ember, of all ghosts. She had put on quite a show â as she tended to do. When Vlad showed up instead of Danny, she had frowned at him and crossed her arms.
Before he could open his mouth to ask her to leave, she had irritably asked him, âWhereâs the dipstick?â
He quickly connected the dots â and the less than stellar nickname â and answered. âDaniel has left for college. Iâve taken over for him.â
After this, she willingly left for the Portal. Vlad had felt accomplished over scaring off a ghost that Daniel usually fought â until he had heard her mutter, âOld man isnât any fun compared to the kid.â
Really, all things considered, Vlad thought that he was doing a fairly good job. And perhaps Amityâs residents werenât as happy about him as they had been about Daniel â surprising considering how badly they tended to think of Phantom â but that mattered little to him. Maddie was safe. Anything else was a lucky coincidence.
But of course, disaster always struck when life appears to be going well. And this case was no different.
The ghost of the days â or ghosts, this time â were known by Vlad. He had never faced off against them, but he was sure that he could handle it. The first, the weaker, was an easy catch. Bertrand, despite being a shapeshifter, was predictable.
Unfortunately, in catching the green blob first, Vlad had offered Spectra an opening.
Vlad knew how she worked, what she did. He was sure that he could deal with her. As another manipulative soul, surely she wouldnât be able to do much to him?
But oh, he was so wrong about her. Her black wispy tail wrapped around him, sharp claws digging into his shoulders, and immediately all strength sapped from him.
âOh, whatâs this?â the specter hissed, her voice overly sweet and dripping with malicious intent. âAnother little do-gooder, hmm?â
Vlad opened his mouth to answer, to retort â but the ghost dug her nails in even deeper and suddenly he just felt so tired.
âAnd youâre not even a real hero, are you? Just trying to impress someone who could never love you!â She laughed, but it was sharp and cutting and cold. âJust a sick old man desperate for things he will never get. Can never get!â
She shifted, angling herself so she was looking him right in the eyes. Faintly, he could see himself reflected in her empty red eyes â somehow hers looked even more soulless than his own. âAnd the only one who knows what you feel, who might understand, left you! And now thereâs no one left to care about you, is there?â
He wanted to protest, but⌠she was right. Jack never cared â he was responsible for this whole thing, after all. Maddie had never reciprocated on his feelings â and she never would, now.
And Daniel⌠The only one like him⌠The boy had left him. Had dumped this miserable responsibility on him and left.
âThis sickness of yours is your body talking to you, Vladdie.â The ghost leaned in even closer, her claws shifting from his shoulders and further up his body. Faintly, Vlad was aware of blood leaking down his neck â but he made no move to stop her from hurting him further.
Maybe⌠Maybe he did deserve this.
âYou know what itâs telling you?â Her tone was conversational, honey-sweet. âItâs telling you that you should finish what you started and die!â
Her talon-like claw swung down. Vlad closed his eyes, waiting for the impact.
A whiz, like an ectoblast flying past. Hair-raising shrieking as Spectra released him, finally.
Vlad fell to the floor, looking bleary-eyed at the dark specter in front of him. Green smoke still spiraled away from her chest, where the blast mustâve landed.
Now that he was away from her constricting touch, Vladâs mind started to clear. While Spectra had spoken the truth, she had twisted it â turned his own thoughts against him. She had only told him things he already knew â and things that simply werenât true. Daniel hadnât just left. Vlad himself had encouraged the boy!
And now the boy mustâve returned. As Spectra swiped away the last lingering smoke, Vlad realized this. Someone had fired at her, using green ectoplasm. That could only be a Fenton â either Danny, or one of his parentsâ guns. And the parents wouldnât have aimed for Spectra. Wouldnât have saved him, at least.
He pushed himself upright, a retort fresh on his tongue. A tease to the boy, about how he could never stop his hero-work, no matter how much he mightâve wanted to. How he always protected everyone, no matter how bad they were.
And floating there was certainly a Phantom. Messy white hair, vibrant green eyes. Black and white jumpsuit â although this one a tad looser than the one usually seen.
âLeave him alone!â Dani snapped, green energy whirling around her clenched fists.
âOh, and whoâs this?â Spectra hummed, floating back a step or two. Her eyes were set on the clone now â she knew that Vlad was still weakened. âAnother little failure who thinks she can stand up to me?â
Rather than take the words to heart, however, Dani smiled back. All teeth and no joy. âI donât just think, lady.â She underlined the statement with a shot, a blast of superheated ectoplasm aimed straight at Spectra.
The shadowy ghost dodged, barely. âIs that so?â she purred, still eyeing up her new enemy.
Then suddenly she launched herself towards Dani. The clone wasnât fast enough to evade her, and the two collided. Spectra pressed her into the dirt of the park, baring her teeth. âDo you really think that you can stand up to me? A little failed clone like you?â
Vlad had finally struggled himself back onto his feet, feeling his energy come back to him. But he hadnât even recovered far enough for an ectoblast. Not yet.
An explosion of green, and Spectra was launched away. Dani pushed herself off of the ground, green energy still coiling in her aura. âLess talking and more butt-kicking!â
Spectra snarled, evading the follow-up blasts that Dani send her way. âAnd you really think that you can succeed where your original failed?â
She pinned the clone to a tree, leaning in close. âYou really think that you can win, if more powerful ghosts, more experienced ghosts, couldnât?â
Finally, finally, Vladâs energy was back to a respectable level. Not one to be left out, he shot a blast of pink ectoplasm at the soul-sucking ghost. âItâs not polite to ignore your guests, Spectra,â he quipped.
She snarled, but Dani took this opportunity to blast the ghost as well. Confident that Spectra was finally pinned, Vlad used his telekinesis to draw the Thermos back to him. He had lost it earlier in the fight â although he wasnât sure when.
The Thermos was an imitation, of course, but no less powerful for the fact.
âGoodbye,â he snarked at the ghost as he uncapped it. Dani gave her a short wave, as well. With a last shriek, Spectra was drawn into the ghost-catching device.
The fight was over.
And as little as Vlad wanted to admit it, the little clone had been an integral part of the fight. Without her contribution, Spectra wouldâve killed him. And as much as he disliked her â her, and everything she stood for â he wasnât enough of a jerk to ignore such a thing.
âI⌠thank you, Danielle,â he managed, finally. He could tell from her expression that she doubted the genuineness of his statement, so he added, âWithout your help, she surely wouldâve killed me.â
âProbably,â Dani agreed with a shrug. She looked away from him, her gaze turned downwards â she was kicking around a rock. âYou were getting your butt handed to you pretty badly.â
âIâ Yes, Iâm afraid I was.â He frowned, confused by her blase attitude. And, now that he thought about it, her immunity to Spectraâs abilities. âSpectraâs insults have a way to⌠dig into oneâs skin. Yet they didnât seem to trouble you.â
Dani nodded, clearly catching on to his silent question. âYeah, well. She didnât say anything I havenât heard before.â And now she looked back up again, her large green eyes locking onto his own. âAfter all, she didnât say anything you havenât said before. And your words were worse, because unlike Spectra, I actually cared about you!â
Her fists clenched, her eyes starting to look wet â but Dani was blinking away the tears before they could form. âYou actually meant something to me! And yet you kicked me to the ground, like trash! Like I didnât matter!â
He paused, taking in her emotional rant. He supposed that she had a point. He had cast her aside â she hadnât mattered, because she wasnât Daniel. âBut then why did you save me?â
Shrugging, Dani offered him a wry smile. She swept a hand past her eyes â wiping away tears she hadnât shed. âIâm not you,â she said. âIâm better than that. I wonât just let you die â especially if youâre trying to do the right thing for once.â
Then her smile turned a little more genuine. She added, with a joking tone, âBut maybe you should leave the actual hero-work for younger ghosts, old man.â
âMaybe I should.â He looked at her, thoughtful. Sure, Danny had instructed him to keep Amity Park safe. But if he could convince Dani to take over instead⌠As long as Amity was safe, it would be fine, yes? âPerhaps we can come to an agreement, hm?â
The clone eyed him, now. She seemed to consider this. âWhat kind of agreement?â
âWe can work together to protect Amity Park in Danielâs stead,â he started to explain, folding his hands together. He was in his element now â the negotiation of tough deals. âYou can take care of most of the ghosts, but weâll work together against the stronger ones. In return for your efforts, I will pay you â both with money, and with a safe place to stay and food to eat. There is plenty of room in my mansion, after all.â
Then he quirked an eyebrow at her. âAnd, of course, I can offer training â guidance with your powers. Daniel never accepted â but you are not Daniel, are you?â
She rolled her eyes with a huff. âNow youâre getting it.â Then she fell quiet again as she thought over his proposal.
âFine,â she finally said, nodding. âBut the training wonât be set thing â only when I want to. All the other stuff sounds alright, but only if I get paid per ghost captured and for the amount of time it takes.â
âVery well.â He offered her his hand, and they shook on it. âThen I welcome you to Amity Park, Danielle. May it treat you better than it treated your cousin.â
He had initially seen it like hiring a professional ghost hunter. It was no different than when he had hired Valerie, after all. But that girl had been paid in equipment â this one was paid with food and a roof above her head, instead.
And it worked surprisingly well. Danielle, now that she was older and well-fed for once in her life, was a powerful ghost. She was intelligent and a quick-thinker â and had creative solutions to problems. The girl was a very capable defender â and Amity Park was glad to see a Phantom as their protector again, even if it wasnât the same one.
Of course, Vlad had had a part in this. As mayor, he had announced the presence of the new ghostly protector of the town. Dani Phantom, he had explained, was a close relative of the Phantom that used to haunt Amity. And he assured the townspeople, that this ghost was certainly a good one. She would keep them safe.
Valerie dropping by didnât hurt Danielleâs image, either. Her reputation as the Red Huntress was a shaky one, as the people who liked Phantom tended to distrust her, and vice-versa. But when she had announced that she was leaving Amity Park, many had mourned the loss of an excellent ghost hunter. Their only capable human protector.
So when the Red Huntress was spotted conversing with the new Phantom, people were quite curious. They were too high in the skies to overhear, but it was clear from their postures that they knew each other. They chattered on for quite a bit of time before Phantom flew off and Red lowered herself to the ground. She, too, announced that the new ghost was a good one.
The next few months passed with surprising ease. By the time Christmas rolled around, Danny returned to Amity Park to celebrate the holidays. The two of them met at the Christmas Truce party in the Ghost Zone, separating from the crowd so they could talk in private.
Vlad smirked at the boy â the young man, really. âAnnoyed that Iâve found a loophole in our agreement, Daniel?â he asked, a taunting tone to his voice.
âWhat, do you think you somehow cheated our deal?â But Danny simply laughed, shaking his head. âNo way. You did like, the complete opposite of that.â
Frowning, Vlad turned to face the boy properly. âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âDude, you did all I wanted from you and more. I asked you to protect Amity Park for me, right? And not only have you done that, beyond what I asked for â you even helped Dani along the way.â He grinned at Vlad, expression brighter than Vlad had ever seen it before. âI just wanted to give you a second chance â I didnât expect much from you except maybe the barest little bit of effort. And instead I find out that youâve given Dani another shot, too. A roof, food, money â love.â
Vlad opened his mouth to protest this â he had only done what was necessary. Then he shut it again.
Because he hadnât done just the necessary. He couldâve just offered Danielle money â she couldâve paid for food and a place to stay on her own. He hadnât had to offer her his own house. But he did.
And⌠Danielle had grown on him. There were things about her, good things, that he had previously overlooked.
âI suppose that youâre right,â he finally grumbled.
Maybe⌠Maybe this whole âdoing nice thingsâ thing⌠wasnât as bad as he had thought.
#phic phight#phic phight 19#danny phantom#vlad masters#vlad plasmius#dani phantom#danny fenton#spectra#phanfic#phanfiction#dp fanfic#dp fanfiction#dark writes#i wrote this in less than 3 hours and edited it right after#it's half past midnight so some mistakes might've slipped past me#but i wanted to get this done before Endgame so#might be the last fic i write for the Phight
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Returning After the Reveal
Phic Phight attack 3
Prompt:Â âA post Phantom-Planet (or post reveal, if you hate PP that much) fic in which Danny is getting used to his new fame and recognition as a superhero. His teachers, classmates, and even former bullies are all suddenly treating him differently, and Dannyâs not quite sure what to do with that.â - @love-ly-ish
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Danny pushed his crutches down again, supporting his weight as he made his way over to the X-Ray room. He was pretty sure that he could have walked, but doctorâs orders said he couldnât, hence the crutches.
Whispers erupted as he traversed the labyrinth of corridors. Onlookers either appeared to be in awe, admirers and fans of his Phantom persona, while others scowled, moving out the way, many fearful of the teen in front of them, or rather his powers. He supposed he hadnât been expecting anything different, the world probably hadnât been ready for the existence of halfas, but had been introduced to them anyway.
A mother pulled her child away and close to her chest just as heâd tried to go up to Danny, attempting to shield the boy from him. Danny sighed and his mom placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
They entered the room, and Danny lay on the table as per the previous X-Ray, while Maddie joined the radiologist further away. If there was one thing Danny was grateful for in this great big mess of a situation, it was his parentsâ unwavering support. Without them kicking up a fuss it would have been entirely possible for the GIW to cart him off to their labs, labelled as an ecto-based threat, while he was unconscious and wounded. Danny suppressed a shudder at that idea.
âDanny, you can come over here now,â called the doctor, a kindly old man who looked somewhat like a walrus.
On the computer screen was Dannyâs leg, his tibia and fibula completely intact, just as expected. âJeez you heal fast, kid. Most people would take months to recover from that,â commented the doctor, clicking into the image to zoom in. âNot even a hairline fracture anymore.â
Danny cringed - heâd had one hell of a compound fracture. On top of that apparently they had to pick fragments of bone out of his leg. Nope, he was not going to imagine that. The surgeons had been slightly freaked out even after he came around post-surgery, his healing factor having caused problems with treating his injuries.
âDoes this mean I donât need crutches now?â Danny asked hopefully, lightly kicking the leg in its brace.
âYes, youâre free to go. Just donât go breaking more bones on us,â the doctor chuckled, his belly shaking as he did so.
âNo promises,â Danny responded, flashing him a smile before sitting down to phase the cast off his leg. âUh, so, what do I do with this?â He waved it in the air. This was nice, being able to use his powers around others without having to fear exposure.
Maddie took the cast from him and placed it in the appropriate bin as they left the hospital. âWell, that went well,â she said, trying to maintain an optimistic mood despite the countless pairs of eyes on them, passing their own individual judgement.
Danny muttered something under his breath and Maddie asked him to speak up.
âIâd have preferred for none of this to happen in the first place,â he said barely loud enough for her to hear properly. âI shouldâve handled the attack better.â
Maddie sighed. âYou canât be perfect, Danny. I wish you hadnât got hurt like that, but itâs all we can do to move on from it now. You saved a lot of lives that day, and anyone who tells you otherwise is a liar.â
âSo Iâve heard,â Danny said spitefully, immediately resenting himself for taking that tone with his mom. âSorry, I just-â He trailed off.
âItâs been a stressful few days, hasnât it?â she said, unlocking the car and opening the door.
Danny mirrored her in opening the door on the passenger side, slipping into his seat. âYeah.â
They backed out of the parking lot, the sound of tacky pop music coming from the radio while Danny picked at the fabric of his jeans. âMom? Do you ever have times when you feel you could have done better?â
âOf course I do. Regrets are part of life, and no matter what you do, thereâll always be that nagging voice in your head,â Maddie said as she turned onto the highway.
âHow do you deal with it?â Danny enquired.
Maddie glanced at Danny, then cast her eyes back to the road. âI remind myself that my mistakes are in the past, and I canât change them. Plus focusing on the positives helps, like people you helped and ways you can do better in the future.â
Danny contemplated her words for a few seconds. âThanks, mom.â
They were now approaching Amity Park, which did not have its own hospital due to the risk of ghost attacks. Craters, Danny-shaped and otherwise, marred the landscape and they passed a sign reading âAmity Park: A nice place to-â The rest of the sign having been destroyed by ectoblasts, leaving it illegible.
Maddie cleared her throat. âBut even I have regrets I canât forgive myself for.â
âOh,â Danny said, knowing full well where this conversation was heading. Theyâd had this conversation once already, in which Danny adamantly defended them, though admittedly he had been pretty drugged up then, so he couldnât blame her for talking about it again. âI still donât blame you for anything. I chose to lie to you- I shouldnât have, and there was no way you couldâve guessed that your living son was a ghost.â He breathed before continuing. âYou canât change the past.â
Maddie conceded and continued the drive without bringing it up again, instead choosing to talk about space and recent developments in astronomy and astrophysics.
They stopped in the driveway of the Fenton house, now with a metal fence to fend off rabid reporters, fans and those who despised Danny and his entire family. Theyâd probably have to upgrade the security system at some point soon, but for now it would do.
The house was a lot cleaner than the night of the ghost attack, but was still somewhat disheveled, albeit without fragments of glass around the place now. âGood to see you Danny-boy!â Jack engulfed Danny in a one armed hug, his left arm being covered in bandages. âCanât keep you down, eh?â
Danny chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.
âSpeaking of which, Danny, weâll need to do a check up on your core,â Maddie interjected, catching Danny off guard with how naturally the words came from her mouth. They seemed to be adjusting about as well as one could to the revelation that their sonâs half ghost, going so far as to lock up their most powerful weapons and program all of the inventions they could to ignore Dannyâs ectosignature, including the ghost gabber, much to Dannyâs delight. Sam and Tucker had managed to convince the Fenton parents that separating Dannyâs ghost and human halves would be a terrible idea by explaining the Fenton ghost catcher incident, that and it didnât take a scientist to know that ripping away part of someoneâs body wasnât good for them. If Danny was healthy and happy, thatâs all that mattered to them.
The core check-up went similarly to an X-Ray, just in the lab, and with a different machine.
Danny pulled his t-shirt over his head, ignoring the fact that his hair was now even more messy than usual, and walked over to the computer screen displaying the scan.
A look at the display wouldn't mean much to someone without knowledge of ectobiology, but both the Fenton parents and Danny could see that it had thousands of tiny marks of damage, like the tears that form in a muscle after excess exertion.
âIt looks like itâs healing. See? Snowfang was right,â said Danny.
Snowfang, the head doctor in the Far Frozen, had assured them that it would heal with time, as long as Danny did not overexert himself again.. Naturally the Fenton parents had still been worried, and coming up with ways to aid healing.
His dad grinned at him, while his mom had an unreadable expression of thought.
âYouâll still have to drink ectoplasm until youâre better,â she ordered, before quickly adding, âbut maybe donât bring it to school tomorrow.â
Crud. School. Danny cringed at the thought of his phan club following him around. âIâm not sure if I want to go back there. I mean, what if peopleâŚâ
Maddie crouched slightly to be eye to eye with Danny. âItâll be fine, just give it a try, okay? And if itâs too much for you, or you get bullied, we can always look into home education.â
Danny nodded, eyes downcast.
The ring of the doorbell pierced through the quiet and momentarily drowned out the whir of machines from every angle of the basement.
Jack was the first to reach the door, opening it only to remember that there was also a tall metal fence and gate between the street and the living room. âJazzypants! Elle!â he bellowed as he opened the gate, letting two girls in. Elle gave him as much of a hug as her short arms could manage, channelling some ghost powers to jump up. Jack patted Danielleâs back and closed the gate. Dannyâs face lit up at the sight of his adoptive sister, now dubbed âElleâ both to avoid confusion and due to her sense of individuality, still clinging onto their dad as he came back into the house. The adoption would be going through quickly after theyâd âconvincedâ Vlad that it was best to let them adopt her and for him to leave her alone. It hardly seemed like sheâd only lived with them for less than a week, yet that was undeniably the truth.
Elle, grinning broadly, dropped to the floor. âHey, Danny, youâre all better?â
Danny made a more or less gesture with his hand. âPretty much.â
Jazz announced her presence by dumping a large bag of books on the floor with a thud. âWell, thatâs book shopping done.â
Danny glanced at the bag, stunned. âDid you buy the entire bookstore?â
âHa, ha,â Jazz deadpanned. âElleâs starting Middle School in September, thatâs only five months away, so sheâll need to catch up on any material she missed out on by then.â
Elle was less excited by the idea of school, and instead pulled out a book titled âHow much poo does an elephant do?â. âI got to choose some books I wanted too.â
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Sweat poured from Dannyâs brow as he tried his best to hold up the beams of a near-collapsed building while the last inhabitants ran for safety. After the last person escaped, guided away by Maddie and Jack Fenton, he intangibly passed through the building, letting it collapse through him, and turned his attention to the gruesome ghost currently being shot at while trying to chase down the Red Huntress. She looked worse for wear, her suit not repairing the scratches in it like it typically did. The fight had been drawn out for too long, and everyone knew it, but the ghost just didnât seem to have a weak spot, all shots ricocheting off its armored skin. And worst of all it had a fire core, leaving the pavement melted under it with each step it made.
âOi! Ugly!â Danny shrieked, a lot more shrilly than he than he originally intended. The taunt had the exact effect Danny wanted, all of the dozen or so eyes of the beast turning towards him and narrowing. Its nostrils flared, and it made a beeline for Danny, stomping down anything that stood in its way.
Calling on the power of his own core, Danny sent out a blast of ice, which encased the ghost for mere seconds before melting under the extreme heat of its flaming breath. Danny created an energy shield, doing his best to block the attack, his palms burning as the fire was redirected around him and into the building, exciting the embers floating in the air and on the ground. Â
The flames stopped abruptly as yet another fighter flew into the fray, blasting the beast in the side. âLeave my cousin alone!â Elle yelled, unleashing another energy ball, which knocked the creature back.
It was then that Danny saw something, a weakness, an opening. The ghost opened its mouth and Danny took this opportunity to shoot a beam on ice into it, giving the ghost the worst possible case of brain freeze experienced by any being. Without hesitation, Danny tackled the ghost to the ground, glancing up at Valerie who was pulling out her thermos.
Unfortunately, Danny really should have kept his attention on the ghost, as it grabbed him by the leg in its vice-like grip and hurled him into the rubble of the building heâd been trying to hold up just a minute earlier. A sickening crunch of bone shattering could be heard as Dannyâs body crashed against the hot concrete and brick. He tried to climb to his feet, only to realise that one of his legs was practically snapped in two, and instead hovering weakly. Elle flew over to him like a rocket, putting an arm under his shoulder to support him, seeing his exhaustion.
Danny evaluated the situation, noting that the ghost appeared to be much more sluggish, cracks showing in its skin, revealing what looked to be swirling magma underneath.
âCover your ears! Now!â he shouted and unleashed an unearthly wail, rippling through the air, peeling through the armor of the ghost with each wave that came its way.
Danny collapsed, ears ringing, desperately fighting back white rings while Elle held him just above the ground.
A blue light engulfed the magma ghost in front of them, and the Red Huntress landed, hoverboard retracting into the soles of her shoes, now-full thermos in her hand. âPhantom? I just wanted to say thank you, both of you. I couldnât have done this without you.â
Danny offered her a tired smile before falling into the black, a ring of light passing over his head as he dropped like a rock.
Danny awoke with a start, glancing at the time on his alarm clock: 6:45 am. Could be worse. Of course heâd just had to have that dream, that memory again the night before school. The universe was simply unkind to halfas - not even permitting them to sleep until their alarm would have gone off.
He dropped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, figuring that if he was going to face his possible doom today, he might as well be presentable while doing so. The cold shower was nice - just another reminder that he was weird. Jazz always complained that heâd left it on the cold temperature when she went to shower.
Speaking of Jazz, she was already downstairs when Danny entered the kitchen. âReady to go back to school, little brother?â
âNo, not reallyâ Danny sighed as he poured a bowl of cereal for himself, reminding him of the day when heâd almost told his parents his secret early on after being picked up by the ghost detector.
âIâll be with you when we go there,â Jazz comforted. âTake deep breaths and try to focus on what could go well today.â
Danny rolled his eyes. âI know, I know. Thanks.â
The Fenton parents came into the kitchen soon after, one from downstairs, and the other with a very grumpy looking Elle - apparently she was not a morning person. Maddie guided the sleep deprived halfa to the table, and she immediately brightened up at the prospect of breakfast, inhaling a bowl of Cookie Crisp.
âRemember your ectoplasm,â Maddie said to the half ghosts, placing a glass of the glowing green liquid in front of each of them, much to Dannyâs chagrin. It wasnât that it tasted bad, it was just weird, like sweet tasting batteries that prickled his tongue with its energy.
Elle seemed not to have inherited Dannyâs dislike of the sensation, and downed her glass like orange juice. This was just one of the many differences between them that she had embraced, along with her love of toast.
Danny sipped his ectoplasm, reminding himself that it was just filtered from the atmosphere of the zone.
âWhat does it taste like?â Jack asked, like a curious puppy. He knew better than to try and drink some himself - ectoplasm was decidedly not suitable for human consumption. The only reason halfas could drink it was because their biology was different to a humanâs on the molecular level.
âKinda like honey charged with electricity,â Danny answered before taking another gulp of it.
âItâs nice,â Elle chimed in. âDannyâs just not used to it - thatâs why heâs scared of drinking it.â
Danny shot her a playful glare and glugged the rest of the glass, which she cackled at.
The energy rippled through his core, like a concentrated energy drink, which wasnât actually far off the mark as a description of it.
Jack hummed, and began tinkering with an invention heâd been working on on the side for the time Danny had been hospitalised. It was a small plastic wristband, with a glowing green light and small amounts of exposed circuitry where heâd unscrewed a panel on it. It was slightly rough looking, but for something thrown together over just a few days, it was impressive.
The band was a failsafe, in case the school had concerns about him harming other students that could not be remedied by their word - it suppressed Danny���s powers, namely his ectoblasts. It wasnât great, but if worst came to worst it at least wouldnât hurt Danny.
Pocketing the band, Jack and the rest of his family, including Elle, who was still worried that Vlad might come for her, clambered into the Fenton family RV (Maddie was driving as it was decided that property damage would not make a good impression).
They reached the school too early for Dannyâs liking, and he wiped his clammy palms on his jeans before exiting the vehicle.
Mr Lancer was waiting outside, visibly surprised that nothing had been destroyed while parking until he noticed that Maddie had been driving. He shook the Fenton parentsâ hands, and guided the family into the building.
Danny noticed the news van was parked in the road by the school, evidently not allowed onto school property, but figured it was best to ignore it - heâd honestly expected far more people following him around, but apparently heâd passed out of the news with the next big thing.
The early students gawked as the group passed them through the corridors on their way to Mr Lancerâs office, but Danny once again did his best to ignore it.
The office door was agape, and Principal Ishiyama was sat in a small plastic chair next to Mr Lancerâs desk. Mr Lancer closed the door after the group, sitting down in his worn padded chair and indicating to the plastic chairs arranged by the entrance. He surveyed the odd group as they lowered themselves to their chairs, eyes lingering momentarily on Elle, taking in the unfamiliar, yet familiar face.
âAs Iâm sure youâre aware, there has been protesting against Daniel returning to school,â Mr Lancer began, voice steady and calm, as if talking about any other issue at school, âhowever, we, as a school, and as people, will not discriminate against an individual based on their, biology. I am glad to see you healthy Daniel, and would like to make it very clear that you are welcome at this school.
âYour teachers, myself included are prepared to give you leeway and accommodate your ghost hunting. We do expect that you work hard to keep up with class work, and attend extra sessions if necessary, but you will not be punished for leaving lessons to deal with ghost attacks. Iâm well aware that you are capable of doing well, and all you need to do if ask for help whenever you feel that youâre falling behind.â
Danny was ectatic. This was too good to be true! âThank you Mr Lancer! I will.â
Ishiyama took this moment to interject. âBut, we do have some restrictions we would like you to follow.â
Of course. There was always a catch.
âYou are not allowed to abuse your privileges, and if it is found that you have been skipping class without a good reason there will be appropriate punishment. Additionally, you are not allowed to use your abilities to cheat or harm others. We do not take this lightly, and doing this could get you expelled from the school.â
Danny flinched imperceptibly at the mention of cheating.
âWe will not stop you from using your powers altogether though. You may use what non-destructive or harmful powers you have as you feel comfortable with, we trust that you can use your judgement as to what is appropriate.â
âThat sounds reasonable,â said Danny, relaxing slightly. âI promise I wonât hurt others, and I definitely wonât cheat.â
This seemed to satisfy the Principle, who smiled at the family. âWell then, enjoy your day. I believe lessons will be starting in fifteen minutes. Please ask myself or Mister Lancer if you have any questions.â
And with that Ishiyama pardoned herself from the room, leaving the family with just Mr Lancer, who shuffled a small stack of papers.
âOne last thing, Daniel,â Mr Lancer called out to Danny as he went to stand up from his chair. âMy door is always open if you need to talk about anything.â
âThanks Mr Lancer!â Danny smiled up at his teacher, and left the office with the rest of his family.
âThat went well,â commented Maddie, and Jack nodded enthusiastically. âWe should really go home now. See you later, you two. I know you both find kisses embarrassing, so have a good day.â
âBye,â both Danny and Jazz chorused.
âEnjoy your day of hell!â Elle shouted after them, a grin splitting her face from ear to ear.
âSame to you!â Danny yelled back as she rounded the corner and out of view.
Jazz and Danny said their goodbyes and went off to their respective lessons early. Waiting outside the science lab, Danny couldnât help but keep an eye on every face that passed in the mass of students getting to class. His face lit up when he saw Sam and Tucker approach him through the crowd, their faces brightening an equal amount at the sight of their friend healthy and happy.
âYo, how are you?â Tucker greeted, giving Danny a high five.
âGood. Iâm all healed, and the school seems to be okay with me being here,âDanny replied. âWhat about you?â
âPretty good. Howâre your folks taking the reveal?â
âGreat. Theyâre happy Iâm going into ghost hunting, and they seem to have accepted my ghost half. They even adopted Elle!â Danny was practically bursting with joy, and it warmed the others through.
âOh yeah, we saw her with your parents on the way in. She looks really happy - I guess sheâs settling in well,â said Sam, smiling far too brightly for her goth aesthetic.
âExcuse me,â a small voice came from the right, and the trio turned to see Mikey, a small red haired boy, standing there timidly, with his nerdy friends behind him. âI, uh, I wanted to say thank you - for all the times youâve saved us.â
Danny was dumbfounded. People knowing his not-so-secret identity was going to take some getting used to. âUm, no problem. I just did what anyone would do.â He rubbed the back of his neck.
âSo, how do your ghost powers work?â Mikey asked rapidly. âAre you a ghost? Does this mean youâre dead? Youâre not dead, right?â He looked slightly horrified.
âOf course heâs not dead!â Sam said abruptly, the guilt of the accident gnawing at the back of her mind. The nerds flinched.
âWhat Sam said, Iâm not dead, or at least I donât think I am,â Danny spoke. âIâm not entirely sure how my powers work, we think Iâm half ghost - um, when I got my powers, I think ectoplasm got bonded to my DNA or something.â Danny didnât want to go into specifics of how he got his ghost powers. The memory was slightly traumatic, and he really didnât want to risk others attempting to repeat it - that was dangerous, and painful.
âWoah, thatâs so cool! Is it like a comic book origin story?â
âThatâs enough.â Sam cut Mikey off, and he shrunk back.
The teacher soon emerged from the classroom to shepard the students to their seats. Mrs Bray, the strict, rule-abiding chemistry teacher, with a glare that could melt concrete, sat in her chair, back straight as the pole that was probably stuck up her butt. She read out the register, each student replying with a âyes missâ, until she reached Dannyâs name and mutters broke out among the students. Her eye twitched, but she continued the register after Danny confirmed his presence
Once the register was over, she stood before the board, and took a breath before her lecture.
âAs Iâm sure youâre aware, Mr Fenton has been revealed to be somewhat of a celebrity, however, I would like you to respect his privacy, and there will be no discussion of him or anything of the sort in my classroom. I expect you to focus on your work, and nothing else while youâre here. Am I understood?â
âYes miss,â came the drone of thirty or so students brought an odd sense of relief to Danny. In her own way, his teacher was showing her support, preventing others from pestering him during class. Unfortunately, she could not stop the glances that were sent his way throughout the lesson. Dash in particular seemed to be staring the most, a guilty expression on his face. Oh, Danny was probably going to have an awkward conversation after class, unless he turned invisible to escape, but that would probably just draw more attention to him.
Valerie, on the other hand, appeared to have a swirl on emotions passing behind her eyes as she occasionally glanced at Danny, as though wanting to talk to him, which she of course did. Okay, so that was going to be two awkward conversations after the lesson.
As the teacher told people to pack up, Danny psyched himself up for what awaited him out of Mrs Brayâs classroom. Valerie was aggressively stuffing her bag, and Danny feared what sheâd do once they were out of the classroom. Scenarios passed through his head, each of them involving a way in which Dannyâs life, or rather the next few minutes of his life, could go wrong.
The instant they were out the classroom a hand grabbed Dannyâs arm and dragged him to the janitorâs closet. Valerie stood there, somehow seeming sad, worried and majorly pissed off, all the while managing not to scream. Sam and Tucker burst in, quickly tailing after the ghost boy. âHey, Valerie, donât do anything rash,â Sam implored, âwait, are you crying?â
Pearlescent tears were trailing down from Valerieâs eyes, and she wiped them away with her arm. âTell anyone Iâve cried and youâre dead!â Valerie snapped.
âI wouldnât think of it,â placated Sam. âDo you want us to leave so you can talk to Danny?â
Valerie shook her head. âNo, stay, please.â She almost pleaded towards the end, the emotional strain from the past week bubbling to the surface.
âIâm sorry. For everything. For hunting you, for blaming you for everything that went wrong in my life,â Valerie cried quietly.
âItâs fine, Val Iâm sorry for lying to you for all this time.â She looked up to see Danny putting a hand on her shoulder, ice blue eyes radiating comfort. Valerie shook her head again, a lot more violently than she intended to.
âI didnât exactly give you much choice, did I?â
Danny just shrugged. The bell telling them lessons were starting chose that moment to go off, and panic quickly spread through the group before they conceded themselves to their fate of being late to English.
âYâknow, now would be a great time for a ghost attack we can blame for us being late to class.â Danny tried to lighten the mood, but quickly regretted it when his ghost sense went off - his face falling as the blue mist swirled into the air in front of him at the same time as Valerieâs ghost detector going off. âOkay, I was kidding, but I should probably take care of this.â He suddenly looked nervous. âWant to team up on this one, Val?â
Valerie looked taken aback. âWhat? You trust me just like that?â
âWell, yeah. You are my friend - our friend.â Danny corrected himself seeing Sam and Tucker opening their mouths to correct him on that point. âDannyâs right,â Tucker said, leaning against the closet door to listen out for the ghost attack.
Sam continued, âas much as I may have been reluctant to admit it, you have become a friend over this time. And by the way, weâve known about your ghost hunting since the beginning - at the park. You might want to consider getting something to mask your voice if you want to keep a secret identity.â
Valerie felt a blush flush into the cheeks. âYou got it,â she said, checking the radar on her ghost detector as she did so. âItâs by the sports hall. Iâm new to this teamwork stuff, what do you three do about ghost attacks?â
âUh, do you two want to handle this one?â Tuckerâs hand clasped the door handle. âWe can go tell Mr Lancer why youâre late.â
âIâm guessing you want us to keep your ghost hunting a secret Valerie,â Sam asked rhetorically. âWe can just tell Mr Lancer that youâre helping Danny out or something and leave it at that.â
âSounds good to me,â Valerie said, activating her suit, covering her face last. Tucker gave a low whistle at the show of electronics, and glanced to Danny, who seemed unfazed by her suit. Of course he was, this kid had seen it all before.
Seeing that Valerie was comfortable enough in his presence to activate her suit, Danny went ghost, rings of blinding white travelling across his body. Valerieâs mouth was practically on the floor - this much was evident even with her mask. Danny Phantom floated opposite her, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.
âTa-da,â he quipped, and Valerie collected herself enough to notice that Sam and Tucker were snickering at her reaction. They quickly scampered off to Mr Lancerâs lesson, and Danny extended his hand to Valerie.
âWanna try navigating like a ghost?â he asked, eyes twinkling like stars.
She took his gloved hand, and screamed as she was whisked along through the wall. A feeling like being submerged in icy water sent a shiver down Valerieâs spine. Noticing her reaction, Danny landed on the other side of the wall in an empty classroom. âSorry, I really should have warned you about that.â
âNo, itâs fine - just felt cold,â Valerie tried to quell the expression of guilt that had wormed its way into Dannyâs face. It was still weird seeing Phantom as Danny, even if his reveal had been caught on camera and broadcast on live TV. There was something innately wrong about seeing your friend as a ghost, and the odd glow he had to his skin didnât help make him look like the human Danny Fenton sheâd known., illuminating his features oddly and making him appear almost as a completely different person.
âOh, yeah.â Danny fiddled with the hair on the back of his neck. âI kinda forgot - Sam and Tucker are both used to it, and I donât normally make others intangible.â
âReally, itâs fine. Letâs go find that ghost before it hurts someone,â Valerie insisted.
Danny nodded with renewed determination, and took her hand again tentatively before turning them intangible again and speeding off towards the gym.â
This was certainly different to flying on a hoverboard, Valerie thought to herself. A hoverboard at least somewhat obeyed gravity - ghost flight, not at all. She could somehow feel the movement while at the same time not feeling anything at all, but it was fun nonetheless.
They arrived at the gymâs storage room in a matter of seconds, and another plume of blue mist emerged from Dannyâs mouth, indicating that the ghost was near.
âBEWARE!â
The Box Ghost was levitating a crate full of footballs in the air, features alight with  menacing glee. He hurled the contents of the crate at the pair of ghost hunters, not realising that Danny had yet to drop his intangibility. Valerie flinched, Danny grinned, and the balls flew right through them. âWant to do the favors?â Danny indicated to the chubby ghost in front of them, now lifting a box of rackets.
âWith pleasure.â Valerie activated a moderately sized gun that materialised in her hand, hitting the Box Ghost square in the butt.
He yowled and spun around just in time to be caught in the beam of the Fenton Thermos. He looked like a fat spider being sucked down the plughole, and the onlookers were torn between pity and entertainment at the sight.
âWell, that was anticlimactic,âDanny stated, landing firmly next to Valerie on the floor of the storage room, avoiding the balls scattered across it. âShould we tidy up the mess?â
Valerie looked surprised, recalling the copious amounts of property damage and mess both of them had created in the past.
Reading her expression, Danny explained. âIâve been wanting to test out a new power, and this is a small enough scale that it should be fine.â
âYou have a tidying-up power?â Valerie asked, eyebrow cocked, not that Danny could see it all that easily with her visor.
Danny chuckled, picking up on the heavy sarcasm laced in her tone, and his aura seemed to spark, every one of the balls in the vicinity gaining a bright green aura of their own and lifting into the air. He concentrated, eyebrows knitting together as the footballs drifted into the crate, all but one landing neatly inside it, which then lifted up as well and placed itself in its usual spot on the floor.
âWoah,â Valerie stood next to him stunned while he panted. âWas that telekinesis?â
Dannyâs breathing went back to a more normal pace, still considerably deeper than usual. âYeah. Itâs something that most ghosts can do, but I only learnt it recently. As you can seeâŚâ He picked up the remaining football with his hand. âI need more practice, but it could be really useful.â
Valerie hummed. âYou could use it to get people out of the way of debris, or stop the debris in midair.â
âThatâs exactly why I want to perfect this skill.â
Valerieâs mind flashed back to Danny supporting the collapsing building, and she understood fully how important learning this new power was to him.
The two entered the classroom after a somewhat leisurely flight in the direction of the classroom and a stop in a closet to change out of their suit, and into their human form respectively. Mr Lancer stopped his lecture as the door opened, and every head in the room swiveled round to face the late duo.
âMr Foley and Miss Manson already explained,â Mr Lancer said. âYou can speak to me after class if thereâs anything you need to catch up on that you missed in your absence.â
âThanks Mr Lancer.â Danny kept his head down as he made his way over to his seat, which of course had to be practically in the middle of the classroom. He could feel almost every eye in the room boring into his head as he settled down and brought out his books and pencil case. Chatter erupted amongst the students, and Mr Lancer sighed in defeat, knowing that having a ghost hunting ghost as a classmate had not lost its novelty with all the news coverage.
âHowâd it go?â Sam asked, leaning over from her seat, taking advantage of the sudden stop to the lesson.
âFine, it was just the Box Ghost,â Danny dismissed.
âAnd Valerie was fine?â she hissed, barely over a whisper.
âYeah, she seems fine with the whole Phantom thing,â Danny replied in a very slightly louder voice, if only so Sam could hear him (she didnât have the luxury of super-hearing). âShe was kinda shocked by the feeling of intangibility, but itâs not a big deal.â
Sam shivered involuntarily. âI can understand that,â she said, still wary of the ghost hunting girl but willing to put aside her hostility and protectiveness for now.
The lesson continued as per usual after Mr Lancer managed to get control of the class again with a cry of âThe Adventures of Huck Finnâ and continued with his lecture. They didnât actually finish all the work from that lesson before lunch, but it was good going considering the circumstances.
Lunch was a whole other challenge for Team Phantom, and the trio chose to bag lunch it outside out of fear of being mobbed.
âDead Teacher 2 is still the best,â Danny said, leaning against the tree they were sat under, mouth half full.
Sam quickly chastised him for talking with his mouth full, before arguing to the contrary, saying that the 1st movie was the best without a doubt.
âIâm with Danny,â Tucker contributed to the conversation, âthe second movie was really where they perfected it. Oh, hey Valerie!â
âHi,â greeted Valerie, walking towards the group, lunch bag clasped close to her body. âIs it okay if I sit with you?â
Sam and Tucker shuffled around to allow her into their circle, and she seated herself on the grass. âSo, uh, whatâre you guys talking about?â
âWhich Dead Teacher movieâs the best,â Sam supplied. âThese two think that the secondâs the best, even though the firstâs obviously better.â
âI havenât watched the latest ones, but the first one is definitely better than the second.â Valerie opened her bag and fished out a sandwich.
âBetrayal!â Tucker exclaimed, mock fainting with his arm to his forehead.
Sam punched him lightly on his lowered arm, which prompted a cry from the boy. He rubbed his arm and shot her a playful glare, which she returned, complete with a grin.
Valerie observed their antics, somehow feeling like there was more of a sense of unity between her and the trio now that their secrets were out in the open.
âOh, yeah, Val,â Danny said, sitting up straight. âHowâd you like to join Team Phantom?â
âThatâs your team name?â She raised an eyebrow and Danny just shrugged. âSure, but thatâll take some explaining as to why Iâm working with you.â
Danny waved off her concerns. âItâll be fine. We can just say we talked if anyone asks.â
Valerie shook her head mockingly. âHow the hell did you keep your secret for as long as you did?â
âWeâre pretty sure it was just dumb luck,â interjected Tucker, âemphasis on dumb.â
âWhat was dumb luck?â an obnoxiously loud voice came from the direction of the school building, and Dash Baxter and his cronies approached them.
The trio tensed, ready for a confrontation, only for Dash to raise his hands in a sign of peace. He suddenly looked a lot smaller, nerves showing through his veneer of toughness.
âIâm sorry, for everything Iâve done to you. If Iâd known I was bullying my heroâŚâ Dashâs eyes remained fixed on the ground, inspecting the blades of grass with a pitiful expression, like theyâd personally killed his family, which in Amity Park wouldnât be the weirdest thing thatâd happened.
âWeâre all sorry, dude. We couldnâtâve known that you were-â one of the cronies was cut off by Danny.
âI forgive you, but you should bully anyone in the first place.â Danny folded his arms, looking at each of them in turn with a forced hard expression. It really looked odd on his baby face, but Dash and co seemed intimidated nonetheless.
They muttered between each other, before turning to face Danny again with guilty expressions. âWeâll try not to,â Dash said, and Danny unfolded his arms.
âCan you leave us alone?â Valerie demanded, not even trying to hide her hostility.
The bully gang exchanged glances before returning to the main building.
âI canât believe youâd forgive them just like that. You know they only apologised because youâre Phantom, right?â Val scolded, and Danny looked like a wounded puppy at her words.
âI know, but I donât want to be a douche,â Danny shrunk back from her.
Sam snorted. âWhat heâs trying to say is that he doesnât hold grudges, even when he should, and forgives far to easily, like heâd trying to be some sort of paragon.â Danny scowled.
The rest of the day passed largely uneventfully, if you ignored the frequent whispers, nervous faces and admirers coming to apologise to Danny, thank him, or ask how he got superpowers - something that he declined to answer fully, leading to word quickly spreading that people should stop asking about that because it was rude to ask how a ghost died, which wasnât entirely wrong, just not the whole reason for why it was a touchy subject for Danny.
All in all, it wasnât half as bad as Danny had been expecting. It was actually somewhat anticlimactic in his opinion. Â
He sent a brief text, saying that he was going to talk to Mr Lancer because he missed some of the lesson, to his parents and knocked on the classroom door.
Mr Lancer answered the door, smiling at the halfa. âDaniel. Can I help you?â
Danny shuffled his feet. âUh, I kinda wanted to catch up on the stuff I missed at the start of your lesson. Why did Arthur Conan Doyle have a recap at the start of the chapter?â
His teacher smiled, and invited him into the classroom, where Danny seated himself at the front of the empty classroom. âThe Sherlock Holmes stories were initially serialized in magazines, each chapter in a different magazine, before they were compiled into complete books, so he would frequently recap the story for the sake of readers who may have forgotten the events of the previous chapters.â
Danny nodded, and took notes in his workbook.
âIs there anything else you wanted to ask?â Mr Lancer continued as Danny put his book back in his bag.
âNo thanks,â Danny said, zipping up his bag. âThank you.â
âItâs no problem at all, Danny,â Mr Lancer replied. âHow was your first day back at school?â
âA lot better than I expected. I think Iâll be fine here.â
âThatâs certainly good to hear.â
Danny made for the door, only to stop when Lancer called out to him. âAnd remember, my doorâs always open if you need to talk.â
âThanks Mr Lancer.â Danny radiated a cool warmth from his beaming features. âBye, see you tomorrow.â
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Inhuman
For the Phic Phight 2019, organized by @currently-lurking and @ibelieveinahappilyeverafter.
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Prompt:Â "Danny realizes that the more he uses his ghost powers the less human he becomes." - @marshmallowmayhem
Word count: 552
Danny needs to remind himself to breathe.
He hasn't needed to for a while, but it's good to keep up appearances. He doesn't want his classmates and teachers to notice. But more importantly, he doesn't want his family to notice. Or Sam and Tucker to notice.
And he likes the feeling of his diaphragm stretching, pulling air into his lungs. He likes the rush of air traveling through his nasal passages and down his throat and bronchial tubes to fill his lungs. He likes to breathe â so sue him.
But he doesn't always remember to breathe.
Danny rarely has a heartbeat.
He remembers when it would beat quickly when he was nervous, or angry, or anticipating the pain to come from another ghost fight.
He remembers when he would place his hand against his chest â reassure himself that he was still human, despite these powers telling him otherwise, despite the fact that he doesn't need to breathe.
Not anymore.
Danny's heart hasn't beaten in a while. He wonders dully if the last beat was the final beat, and he just didn't notice.
lub
dub
Nope. There it goes. 15 minutes between beats now, the beats slow and sluggish, almost painful in their lethargy. He instinctively puts a hand to his chest, but it's too late. The beat has gone.
He takes a breath, although he doesn't need to.
Then he puts on a smile and waves to Sam and Tucker, crossing the street to meet them.
Danny can't eat normal food.
It's bland, and it tastes like cardboard, and he vomits it up a half an hour later.
And afterwards, he is so hungry.
It takes him a week to figure it out â and only then because his parents left the lab door open. The smell wafts from the doorway, and he is entranced. He can't help himself as he drifts down the stairs â can't help himself as he floats to the nearest table, to the nearest beaker bubbling green.
He can't help himself when his hands reach out, shaking as they grasp the beaker, ectoplasm sloshing onto his fingers. It only stings a little, but not enough to break him from his trance.
It stings on the way down his throat, too, but he doesn't mind â for the first time in weeks, he feels the hunger abate. When the beaker's empty, he grabs a flask, and then a series of test tubes â and before he knows it, he's cleared the whole table, and he finally feels full.
Danny wonders how it got this way â how he became so... inhuman.
He holds a glowing ball of ectoplasm in his human hands. Once upon a time, the ectoplasm would have burned and blistered his fingers, his palms. Once upon a time, he wouldn't have been able to summon this much ectoplasm as a human in the first place.
He scoffs. Human. He doesn't need to breathe. His heart doesn't beat. He can't eat food unless it's infused with ectoplasm, and even then the food is half-tasteless â he may as well eat the ectoplasm directly. It's not like he hasn't done it before.
He isn't human. No matter how hard he tries to be.
He hasn't been human for a long time.
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AFTER 8000 YEARS I AM FINALLY DONE
This is for @lunagalemasterâs Phic Phight prompt:Â âPhriendship or Pitch Pearl- After very long and heartfelt discussions, Fenton and Phantom decided that they would live their lives as their own people. Years later, Fenton has grown up, but Phantom is still 14.â (I took a LOT of liberties with this prompt, so Iâm sorry if this isnât what you wanted.)
My team leader is @currently-lurking.
Word count: 11824
TW: death
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Frame by Frame
This is for Phic Phight 2019! Iâm on Team Human, with team leader @currently-lurking!
Prompt: As a result of having a time medallion phased into him, Danny begins to exhibit time powers.
Word count: 3360
Prompt by: @five-riversâ
Characters: Danny, Jazz, Clockwork (Sam and Tucker, briefly)
Warnings: none that come to mind, unless you donât like pseudosciencey stuff lol
Extra notes: this was a fun prompt omg
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Thereâs something wrong with Danny.
Well, wrong isnât the best word to use. Weird is more appropriate, but really, what about Danny isnât weird these days? But still, something is wrong and Danny has no idea what it is.
Ever since that incident with that alternate future, Dannyâs felt off, off balance, off kilter, fundamentally changed in a way that has nothing to do with the trauma of seeing almost everyone heâs ever cared for caught in a fiery explosion. (That part doesnât bother him at all, no really, honest.)
It didnât even have to do with seeing that abomination with his name and his face claiming to be him. Ten years from now is so obscure to his fourteen-year-old mind that even the thought of being twenty-four is enough to separate him from the âcould-beâs.
No, itâs something else entirely. Something Danny canât put his finger on.
It was little things at first. Things that didnât stand out as wrong at the time, but in hindsight it feels obvious that something happened. Little things like the shower never running cold despite standing under the spray for longer than usual, like finishing his homework before dinner even though he was sure that heâd be working on it the rest of the night, like how heâs been on time getting to class every day this week even when thereâs a ghost encounter on the way to school.
Danny tries to tell Sam and Tucker. Tries to tell them that he thinks somethingâs wrong, that something is up, but they just brush it off.
âMaybe you got lucky with the shower?â Tucker suggests.
âYouâre smarter than you think you are!â Sam assures.
âYouâve gotten so kickass with your powers dude!â Tucker crows, pumping his fists with a grin.
âHave you been leaving earlier? That might explain it,â Sam points out, shrugging it off.
Danny doesnât believe heâs just gotten lucky or smarter or stronger, but he smiles and nods along with them, saying, âYeah. That must be it. Sorry for being so weird about this.â
âItâs not a problem, Danny! Youâre probably still a little out of it from having to kick your jerky older selfâs butt.â Tucker puts a hand on Dannyâs shoulder, nodding sagely.
Sam hip checks him and smiles back. âDonât be afraid to tell us if somethingâs happening!â
Danny laughs. âI wonât!â
He keeps the oddities to himself after that.
For the next few months, nothing really changes. Life goes on, ghosts still attack, Dannyâs grades slowly but surely pull up into the low A high B range theyâd been the first couple weeks of high school, and still Sam and Tucker find nothing wrong with this strange new turn of events.
Jazz, however, once she finally joins the team and she and Danny go back to getting along, is more willing to listen to him when he says he thinks something is happening.
She pulls him into her room one day after driving him home from school and shoves him into her desk chair. She then pulls out a notebook and sits on her bed, giving him her full attention. âWhat do you think is happening?â she asks, cutting straight to the point.
Danny shrugs and rubs his arms. âI donât know, really. Itâs not like itâs been just one thing. Itâs like a bunch of little things that all add up and point to the same thing, except I donât even know if they do. I wanna just accept whatever it is, but the problem is that I donât know what it is.â
Jazz nods and jots down some notes. âAnd how long as this been going on?â
Danny hesitates and looks away. âSince the, uh, since the CATs.â
Jazz pauses her note taking and glances at him over the top of the notebook. âThe CATs?â She bites her lip and looks back down. âDoes this have anything to do with⌠you-know-who?â
Danny sighs and leans back in the chair, throwing his head back. âI donât know. Maybe?â
The room is quiet for a few minutes before Jazz shifts to the side and pats the bed beside her. After a momentâs hesitation, Danny joins her and together the two flop backwards on the bed to look at the ceiling.
âWhat exactly happened?â Jazz asks, voice soft. âI know you somehow swapped places with that older future guy and got stuck in his time, but how did that happen?â
Danny groans and shoves his hands into his eyes. âAfter Sam, Tuck, and I jumped through this portal in Clockworkâs lair into that timeline, we ran into Future Valerie, and then he showed up and started attacking everyone. Sam and Tuck got out of there by taking off their time medallion thingsâthey ended up back here in Amity like nothing happened. But.â Dannyâs voice dies and he moves his hands to lay them at his side.
âBut?â Jazz prompts, nudging him with her elbow.
âHe phased the time medallion into my chest,â Danny says. He puts a hand over his breast bone and stares at the ceiling, eyes far away. âJust stuck it right in there. I donât remember much right after that, just that I somehow ended up in the Ghost Zone, tied up and floating aimlessly.â
âHowâd you get it out?â Jazz asks, voice little more than a whisper. She rolls over to face him and links an arm with one of his, a steady, calming anchor.
Danny tenses up, slight enough that she wouldnât have noticed without physical contact. She squeezes his arm in an attempt to be reassuring and the hand resting on his chest slides over to sit over hers. âVlad.â Danny looks at her from the corners of his eyes. He still has that thousand yard stare but a little bit of life creeps back into his eyes as he takes in the surprise on her face. âI found where he was hiding and got him to help pull it out.â
Jazz takes note of the finality in his voice and gracefully sweeps past the subject. She can ask him about it later. âAnd you came back here after that?â
âYeah. And then I really only had enough time to grab some of Mom and Dadâs ghost gear before I had to fight him off.â Danny sighs. âI didnât really win. Sure, I got him in a Thermos, but you guys all stillâŚâ His voice dies and her clears his throat. Jazz wonât make him say what happened. She knows he still has nightmares about it and she has a pretty good idea of what happened. âClockwork stopped it. Reversed time, saved everyone, took the Thermos, gave me a second chance.â
âAnd how soon after did this Something start happening?â
âPretty much right after.â Danny runs a hand through his bangs and closes his eyes, thinking back. âAfter I gave Lancer the test answers back, I went home and crashed in bed for a while. It felt like forever but it was only a couple hours.â Jazz nods and sits up to grab her notebook. She makes a few quick notes and Danny waits until her frantic scribbling slows to a stop. She gestures for him to continue and he tells her what he told Sam and Tucker.
He tells her about the shower and the homework and the suddenly improved grades and attendance and she listens, more so than Tucker and Sam ever did. It doesnât surprise him at all, really. Jazz has always been the type to stop and listen, even if she does have her moments of single mindedness. Even if this really does turn out to be nothing, heâs glad heâs got Jazz on his side to figure it out.
When heâs done explaining his concerns, she pauses and reads over her notes again. She purses her lips and lowers the notebook, giving Danny an expectant look. âHave you talked to Clockwork about this?â
That gives Danny pause. âAbout what?â
Jazz levels him with a look of absolute certainty. âIt sounds to me like youâre gaining time.â
âWait, what?â Danny throws himself upright so he can be at eye level with Jazz. âExplain.â
âThat, or youâre slowing it down.â Jazz nods once herself and waves a hand up and down, from his head to his feet and back. âFrom what you told me, it sounds like you could be slowing down time.â
âThatâs crazy,â Danny mumbles, crossing his arms. âClockwork controls time. I canât do anything like that.â
âNot before, you couldnât.â Jazz raises a brow. âThink about it. You were fused to one of those time medallions for who knows how long and you couldnât just take it out on your own. Whoâs to say that you didnât pick up some kind of temporal power?â
Danny squints at her for her use of the word âtemporal,â but considers her words. âMaybe,â he says slowly, thinking aloud. âThe time medallions allowed us to move outside of time. Whenever Clockwork froze time, if we had one of them on, we could still move around and stuff. And then when we were in the future, and when those future ghosts attacked this time, the medallions allowed us to stay there. Taking them off sent us, and them, home.â He presses his lips together. âMaybe youâre right.â
âYou should talk to Clockwork,â Jazz says in between her notetaking. âI donât think I can help you with this anymore.â
Danny reaches and puts his hand on hers, stilling her writing. Jazz looks up and he smiles at her. âYouâve already helped a lot. Thanks, Jazz.â
Jazz smiles back. âAnytime.â
Clockworkâs citadel is hard to find and Danny suspects the only reason he can is because Clockwork allows it. Dannyâs never seen the outside of it before, but the giant floating cogs and gears make it pretty obvious heâs found the right place. The place looks like a cross between a grandfather clock and a castle and Danny has a nice chuckle at the tasteful scythes adorning some of the roofs.
The double doors at the base of the tower creak open and Danny pauses for a moment. He half expects Clockwork to greet him outside, but heâs equally unsurprised when nothing happens. He floats through the doors and ignores the way they close behind him in favor of seeking out Clockwork himself. Clockwork has to know that Danny was coming, being the all-seeing and all-knowing Master of Time, so Danny doesn't feel too bad about just barging in.
After all, the doors were open.
Danny comes to a stop in front of Clockworkâs viewing screens, too nosy for his own good and not completely looking forward to the conversation he knows the two of them are going to have. They show ordinary, mundane scenes of many different peopleâand ghostsâgoing about their lives, oblivious to any unseen watchers.
âEverything is as it should be,â Clockwork says from behind Danny, startling the boy several feet higher than heâd previously been floating.
âClockwork!â Danny says, spinning around and lowering himself to be closer to eye level.
âHello, Danny.â Clockwork cracks the barest hint of a smile and Danny rolls his eyes. âCome,â Clockwork says, waving Danny over as he turns and floats off. âWe have much to discuss.â
Danny follows quickly, turning his head to catch a glimpse of the row of Time Medallions hanging on a rack near the portal screens. He shudders once and looks away.
Clockwork leads him through several archways to a library full of different types of texts; scrolls, stone tablets, and the oldest books Dannyâs ever seen all line the walls and crowd the towering shelves. Clockwork gestures to a small nook with several cozy looking couches and nods, encouraging him to sit.
Danny hovers over to the nearest overstuffed arm chair and allows himself to fall into it, giving it to the artificial gravity of the Zone. Itâs a comfy chair, just like heâd hoped it would be and he can feel the tension leaving his shoulders. Clockwork sits on the chair opposite his and waits, giving Danny a chance to mentally prepare himself for their talk.
Eventually, Clockwork clears his throat to catch Dannyâs full attention. âI know youâre nervous, but do try to relax.â Danny huffs, somewhere between amusement and exasperation, then Clockwork continues. âIâm sure by now youâve noticed the temporal abnormalities youâve been experiencing.â
âSoâŚâ Dannyâs brow furrows. âIt is a time thing?â
âCorrect.â Clockwork smiles at the boy. âIâm afraid your experiences with the timestream have had⌠an unforeseen outcome.â
ââUnforeseen?ââ Danny echoes, bolting upright. âI thought you saw everything!â
Clockwork gives a slight grimace. âAs the Master of Time, I have the unique privilege of experiencing time like an outsider. Unfortunately, that doesnât always extend to myself, or anything existing outside of time.â Clockwork reaches into his cloak and produces a Time Medallion. âWearing these allows someone to temporarily displace themself anywhere in the timestream and instantly return as soon is it is removed.
âTheyâre not made to become a part of oneâs person.â Clockwork outright frowns. âWhen this Medallion was fused to you, it lost some of its potency.â He passes it over to Danny and the boy frowns as he inspects it. âThe medallions make the wearer immune to my ability to totally stop time by placing them, technically, outside of time.â
âSo what does that mean for me?â Danny asks, looking back up at Clockwork.
âIt means, Danny, that your sister was correct. Youâve developed an immunity of sorts to the normal flow of time, becoming something of a human Time Medallion. Iâm unaware as of yet how far this power will extend, but if Iâm correct, the ability will only be limited to yourself and whatever is on your person, including anyone you may be in direct contact with.â
Danny blinks several times, processing the words. âThatâs actually kinda cool.â
Clockwork allows himself a small chuckle. âBecause of this slight immunity to time, you also appear to be exhibiting some temporal displacement abilities, the âgaining timeâ that Jazz mentioned. What this means is that time moves much more slowly around you while allowing you move freely and as normal. From an outside perspective, one might say that you look to be moving at high speeds.â
Danny nods as he turns the words over in his head. âWhen you say that you canât always see things that exist outside of time, does that mean you canât, like, watch over me? Since I have the immunity?â
âI can see you just fine the majority of the time, donât worry,â Clockwork says, waving off the concern written on Dannyâs face. âWhen you use your powers, itâs like looking through a fog. The image becomes distorted and blurred, but then it clears up again.â
âI didnât even know I was using them.â
Clockwork nods and smirks. âControl will come with time.â Danny snorts, and relaxes a little. âHave you noticed anything in common with the incidents?â
Danny thinks, pushing a fist against his chin. âUh⌠They all seemed to times when I wanted⌠more⌠timeâŚâ He trails off, eyes wide. âWow. I wanted more time in the shower, I wanted my homework done faster, I wanted to be on time for school⌠and then it all happened.â Danny cracks a grin. âThatâs pretty useful.â
âIndeed.â Clockwork looks Danny in the eyes. âI just want to impart with you the importance of not abusing an ability like this. Time is a powerful thing.â Danny nods, completely serious. âThat said,â Clockwork grins again, âI cannot stop you from using it to your leisure.â
Danny laughs. âSo, what, exactly, can I do with⌠whatever Iâm supposed to call this?â
âWhat you call it is up to you. What I can tell you is that a power like yours has limits, and you can rest easy with the knowledge that your temporal powers are no where as powerful as mine. You cannot stop the flow of time completely, nor can you reverse it or speed it up. Your power is limited to only slightly and temporarily slowing down time for yourself. Thatâs it.â
âThatâs still pretty awesome,â Danny says, gazing at the Medallion in his hands again. âHey, wait. You said Iâm kinda like one of these things, right? Does that mean you canât freeze me in time anymore?â
Clockwork blinks, expression flat. With no warning, he raises his staff and says, âTime Out!â
Danny suddenly feels like heâs underwater or submerged in something thick and viscous. He blinks, ever so slowly and moves his head up, inch by inch to look at Clockwork. Before he can say anything, Clockwork movesâand heâs fast, so fast, like heâs dropping frames to snap into new positions without any movement between themâand then Danny is free from the heavy feeling. âThat was weird,â is all he says.
Clockwork nods. âIt appears I can no longer stop you completely, and you can move under your own power ever so slightly. From my perspective, it was as if you were moving in slow motion.â
Danny throws his head back and laughs, the idea that the crazy powerful Master of Time being unable to control him completely being too hilarious to pass up. Clockwork rolls his eyesâthough itâs hard to tell without a pupilâbut allows Danny to ride out his amusement.
âI feel you have another question for me,â Clockwork prods, drawing Danny back to the present.
Danny nods, rubbing a tear from his eye. âYeah, just one.â He holds up the Medallion and asks, âHow did this give me time powers?â
âDanny, how much do you know about how ghosts work?â
Danny shrugs. âNot a whole lot. I know ghosts are made of ectoplasm and that ectoplasm is kinda everywhere, but I donât really know how much of what I heard Mom and Dad talking about growing up is true.â
Clockwork nods. âGhosts are, indeed, made of ectoplasm, and ectoplasm can exist in many different types and forms, including raw energy. At the center of every ghost exists what is known as a Core. A Core is the purest essence of a ghost and where the most powerful abilities and attacks originate. I wonât get into the types of Cores for now, but I will tell you that there are seven elemental types, two incorporeal types, and then an additional, unspecialized type.â
Danny nods, eyes wide. âDo I have a Core?â
âYes, you do.â Clockwork points at the center of Dannyâs chest, just right of his heart. âAnd it because you possess a Core that the Medallion had such an effect on you.â
âWhaâreally? How?â Danny presses a hand against his chest, along his breast bone, and he can almost imagine his feels a thrumming pulse he never noticed before.
âWhen the Medallion interacted with your Core, some of the energy that infused with the Medallion was absorbed by your Core. Whether it was self-preservation to protect you from the foreign object, a subconscious absorption of power, or a result of your Core still developing, some of the Medallionâs powers were leeched off and into you. Over time, this new energy and ability has settled in your Core and it has become a part of you.â
âWhen it was still stuck in here, I learned how to use my Wail. And even though I felt tired afterward, I could still keep going. Would that have made a difference?â Danny tilts his head in question. âOr was it just because I was in the Zone?â
âIt could have been both.â Clockwork thinks it over for a second. âThatâs likely when the strongest transfer of power happened. The Medallion fed you some of its energy to recover what you used in your attack.â
âWeird.â Danny stretches in his seat, considering everything that heâs learned. It takes him several minutes to sort through his thoughts, but then he looks up at Clockwork, eyes glowing brightly in determination. âTeach me how to control it.â
Clockwork smiles and takes to the air again. âIt would be my pleasure.â
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@currently-lurking I finished something for the Phic Phight woo!
@going-dead thanks for having such a fun prompt: Danny is off to college, leaving Vlad in charge of keeping ghosts out of Amity park. (934 words)
Vladâs phone was on his office desk, carefully lying atop a pile of confidential papers in easy reach, though he would have denied having intentionally kept it there had anyone mentioned it.
He was in the middle of budget re-forecasting for Dalvâs fiscal year end when it started to buzz. He felt it before he heard the ringtone.
His hand was on it before the first ring had even ended, but then he stopped, paused, controlled himself. Took a moment to lounge back in the high backed office chair and finally flipped the phone open after the fifth ring.
âYes?â he asked, although he knew exactly who was on the other end.
âHey, Vlad,â Danny greeted, a little too cheerfully.
Vlad scowled at the smirk in the kidâs voice, but smoothed it over before any of it could leak out. âAh, Daniel,â he purred as if the call was a surprise. âTo what do I owe the pleasure?â
Danny huffed a laugh, knowing full well that Vlad knew exactly why he was calling. âYeah, okay,â he chuckled. âIâve got a couple minutes between classes so Iâm calling for an update.â
When Vlad didnât immediately reply, Danny continued, âSo how about it, Fruitloop? The city still standing?â
âYes, of course, the cityâs standing,â Vlad said, failing to keep the edge out of his voice.
Danny grinned. âWell, you know, I had to check. Itâs been an entire week since the last time you told me you were taking care of things.â âAnd nothingâs changed.â âUh huh,â Danny said, somewhat dubiously. âNo mass breakouts from the portal? No ghosts terrorizing the town?â
âNo more than usual,â he said dryly. âNo casualties, though?â Danny pressed.
âNo, Daniel,â he replied evenly. âEverythingâs fine.â
âNo major possessions or takeover attempts?â
âIâm the mayor of Amity Park,â Vlad cut in. âDo you really think thereâs any way Iâd let anyone, dead or alive, take it over from me?â
ââŚpoint,â Danny finally muttered. âBut seriously, thereâs nothing that-â
âNothing has exploded while you were in baby bio,â Vlad sighed. âWe had an agreement and nothingâs changed. The cityâs fine. The people are fine. And given the state I can only imagine your grades to be in, Iâd say it would be a much better use of your time to, oh, say, crack open one of your textbooks instead of calling me.â
Danny rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled something on the other side of the line.
Vlad drummed his fingers along the edge of his desk. âYour breakâs coming up in a few weeks,â he finally said.
âWhat, youâre creeping on my schedule now?â
âThe academic calendar is public information. It can hardly be considered creeping to know when the collegeâs fall break is scheduled,â he said, and Danny had to agree. âKnowing your detailed class schedule from the Registrarâs office would be a different story entirely,â he trailed off suggestively, âbut the question still stands,â he continued before Danny could sputter in indignation.
âWhat question? You didnât ask a question. And are you seriously â wait. Do you have my class schedule?â he asked, voice rising. âDo you actually know my grades?â
Vlad ignored him. âFall break,â he said, getting back on track. âWhat are your plans? Will you be returning to Amity Park?â he asked, hoping he struck a tone with the levels of disinterestedness he was looking for.
From the sudden grin in Dannyâs voice, though, it didnât sound like he had asked the question neutrally enough.
âWhy?â Danny asked slyly. âYou want me back that badly? What, protecting the city wasnât as easy as you expected it to be, huh? That it?â
Vlad put a hand to his temple. âI was merely inquiring as to whether I had to endure this ordeal in person within the next few weeks or if I was to expect continued interruptions to my busy scheduleââ
âOh please,â Danny said. âLike thatâs actually why youâre asking. But yes, if you wanted to know so badly, I am coming home over break. But Iâm not fighting any ghosts while Iâm back,â he was quick to emphasize. âItâs break. Which is still covered in our deal, so donât even think about getting out of it while Iâm back.â
âI wouldnât dream of it,â Vlad rolled his eyes.
âIâm supposed to be on break. And write papers and stuff. Normal college student stuff,â Danny said again.
Vlad opened his mouth for a biting comment about how normal his college experience had turned out, but was interrupted by movement on Dannyâs end.
âOkay, anyway, I have to go. Class is about to start. But you better do your job right because Iâll be calling again in a couple days to make sure,â he said as if it were a threat even though he was undoubtedly weaving his way through a throng of students getting to class before it began.
âI canât wait,â Vlad deadpanned, and flipped the phone shut before Daniel could terminate the call from his end.
He slipped the phone back into a pocket and rubbed at his eyes.
Really, he couldnât decide if it was more of a hassle to protect the residents of Amity Park from any wayward ghosts that managed to make their way out of the portal past his guards or assure Daniel that all was well and he wasnât entirely incompetent at any of his many jobs.
Speaking of which⌠he sighed, and pulled up the next in a long list of excel files he needed to comb over before the day was out.
âKids,â he muttered.
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You Canât Keep A Phantom In Mind - Phic Phight
Prompt Creator: @kinglazrus Prompt: After getting hit by his parentâs newest invention, Danny discovers he is trapped in Phantom form and canât change back. Summary: Danny is hard on peoples brains and heâs not ok with that.
Warning: mild angst
âUh dude, what the fuck are you doing?â, Tucker asks as he and Sam walk up to Danny Phantom, not Fenton, opening his locker door. Danny turns to them, âmy parents happened thatâs what, this is the last semester of school and Iâve decided Iâm just fucking done. But you know whatâs fucked? No one has even batted a damn eyelash, no double takes; nothing. Not even Valerie has called me outâ. Sam and Tucker look around the hallway and notice that heâs right, âWow, this is kind of sad actuallyâ. Danny nods at Sam, âI donât even know if they just think Iâm in costume for no reason or if I have some weirdass affect on peopleâ.
Danny flings his bag over his shoulder and the trio walk to class. On the way there Dash walks up, âhey Fen-â, Dash cuts himself off as he tilts his head at Danny. Blinking a few times and shaking his head, Dash just walks away. âOk what the fuckâ, Danny flat out glares at Dashâs back as he goes up to Dash. Stepping in front of Dash, âdid you have a fucking aneurism or something, Dash?â. Dash shrugs awkwardly, âI donât know dude, I just really donât want to hit you now. Somethings up with you I thinkâ. Danny just gapes at Dash as he walks off, turning to Tucker, âyou have got to be fucking meâ. Tucker just shrugs as they rush off to class.
Lancer looks at Danny only once as he enters, he raises an eyebrow but shakes his head. Danny at this point just wants someone to damn call him out, so he doesnât even bother grounding himself; just floats a bit above his chair and lets his hair float about. By the end of class Danny is just writing his notes with telekinesis instead of his hands, while Tucker and Sam both gape at both him and the rest of the class. As the bell rings Tucker leans over Dannyâs shoulder, âdude what?â. Danny shrugs, âI really have no fucking clue dude, but I am so taking to Mr. Lancer. That guy wonât lie to me and he honestly is rather trustworthyâ. Sam sighs as she drags Tucker out, âwell whateverâs going on, it would have been nice to know this along time agoâ. Danny nods at them as they go, before making his way up to Mr. Lancer.
âSo, I know Iâm not the most forthcoming student but do you have the slightest clue why the hell you and the rest of the school havenât called me out on my appearance?â, Danny leans his hip against the teachers desk, making a show of being non-threatening. Lancer shuffles around some of his papers and studies Dannyâs appearance before answering, âwell, itâs hard to describe Daniel. As soon as I look away from you I just forget. Then when I am looking itâs hard to even think about it. Iâm aware but not quite sure whatâs going on with you. Iâm curious but not enough to actually askâ. Danny shakes his head, âthatâs insane, explains so damn much thoughâ. Mr. Lancer shakes his head and blinks a bit, ânow Daniel I know you have other classes as do I so, if Iâve satisfied your question you should get alongâ. Walking out Danny looks back at him, âUh, thanks I guessâ.
Catching up with Tucker in his next class, âso dude, whatâd he say?â. Danny shakes his head and laughs, âapparently he literally forgets when not looking at me and canât even think about it when he is. Completely fucking absurd and I feel like Iâm fucking mind controlling people in massâ. Tucker slaps his back, âfucking sweet man, new power!â. Danny rolls his eyes, âsomething tells me this isnât new and dude, itâs fucking invasive not cool. Iâm quite literally fucking with peoples headsâ. Tucker just rolls his eyes as class starts.
During lunch, Dash walks up to their table fully intending to dump his tray on Danny but just stops when he sees him. The trio watch as Dash opens and closes his mouth a few times and just walks away, âwow dude, anti-bully magic boy, thatâs what you areâ. Danny slugs him, âitâs still fucking wrong, but I wonât deny itâs handy. I seriously hope this works with my parentsâ. Sam sighs, knowing how Danny is, âof course you of all people would be bothered, Danny. But I think this is good, just like everything else. Donât abuse it. Youâve got a reason today, so chillâ. Danny just shrugs awkwardly as the bell goes off.
In fifth period Skulker shows up in class, everyone but Danny books it out of there and Skulker stops short of shooting Danny, âUh whelp Iâm not one to question your ways but this seems rather reckless even for youâ. Skulker moves his hand up and down Dannyâs Phantom form as Danny snickers, âturns out Iâve got some mind control shit, none of them can actually really tell or remember how I look right nowâ. Danny chuckles as he shoots Skulker, âI really should pay more attention to my parents shit before I touch itâ. Danny just shrugs as he lets Skulker pelt him with an ectobomb. While Danny fires back Skulker replies, âyou are very reckless ghost child, but that ability is quite impressive. Youâre even more desirable now!â. Danny laughs as he kicks Skulkers head off, âIâm starting to think you actually have a thing for meâ. Skulkers scowls at Danny as Danny sucks him into his thermos. Danny just shrugs as he straight up phases through the walls and floats into sixth class to avoid being late.
Star, who sits next to him, jumps and then looks completely puzzled, âcan you run really fast or something? Whereâd you even come from?â. Danny sighs and rubs his temple, muttering âgod this is a mindfuck, literallyâ, then turning to Star, âcame from fifth classâ. Star just nods and accepts this answer.
Danny has final period with Lancer again and he canât help but feel sorry for him. Lancer has made a habit over the past years to stare at him to make sure heâs paying attention and that is resulting in a lot of rapid blinking and head shaking today. Danny mutters to himself, âheâs going to give himself neck cramps at this pointâ.
Halfway through class thereâs another ghost attack, this time itâs some animalistic ghost. Danny just sighs, throws a pencil at it, and slowly floats over to it; while everyone but Lancer flees, since heâs more or less pinned by the ghost. Inches from the ghost face Danny blasts it point blank with an ectobeam. Heâs sighs as he pulls out his thermos and sucks in the ghost. Turning to Mr. Lancer, âok Iâm probably going to give you an aneurism or something if I donât explain, huh?â. Lancer looks from where the ghost was to Danny, whoâs floating a solid 2 feet off the ground and just nods. âKay well, Phantom Fenton, same person. Iâm not all dead just halfway there, halfas the wordâ, Danny watches as Mr. Lancer blinks once and tilts his head before going wide-eyed, âI, wow, so this is whatâs been so weird about today. Well this certainly explains a lot Daniel, though I would hope youâre arenât just walking around school like this to mess with peoples headâ. Danny shakes his head as he plants his feet on the ground, âno, I didnât even know I could have this sorta mind control effect on people. Basically one of my parents things pretty much turned off my ability to change back to Fenton for 24 hours. Not happy about it but I pretty much decided, screw it and didnât bother even trying to hide itâ. Danny helps Mr. Lancer get off the ground, âwell Iâm glad you help people Daniel but maybe you should be more carefulâ. Danny just shrugs as he waves goodbye to Mr. Lancer. Lancer shakes his head at the now empty doorway, âI think my most disappointing child became the one Iâm proudest ofâ. Shaking his head as he goes to sit down and stares at Daniels unfinished assignment with a small smile.
âSo Mr. Lancer knows nowâ, Sam and Tucker both look at Danny like heâs lost his mind. âDude, what the hell?â, Tucker is the first to speak up. âTucker I literally shot an animal ghost in front of him while floating, and Iâm pretty sure his mind was already melting or some shit before thenâ, Danny rolls his eyes at Tucker. Sam shakes her head, âpretty sure his brain wouldâve been fine you self-sacrificing dumbassâ. Danny shrugs as he waves goodbye to them.
Looking to his house door he takes a deep breath and assumes that if he just acts normal the mind thing will work. But at the same time, itâs been years and heâs kind of just done; specially when it comes to hiding from his parents. Pushing the door open, âIâm home! Whatâs for supper?â. Maddie sticks her head around the door and squints at Danny, who just smiles at her, âUh, hmm, itâs Spaghetti...Danny?â. She says his name like itâs a question, which in a sense it was, âyeah itâs me and spaghetti is good, uh. Is there like, anything? You want to ask?â. Maddie scratches her head while staring at him, she eventual pulls down her goggles and then lifts them up, then down, then up. Which is confusing the hell out of Danny, âokay? I think I have a question first, what are you doing?â. Maddie blinks, takes off her goggles and shakes her head at them before looking to Danny, âI canât tell what you look
like but yet I can? Whatâs going on Danny? And why do you look completely like Phantom through my goggles?â. Danny face palms and mutters quickly, âof course, theyâre probably special gogglesâ, smiling softly he looks at his mom, âyeah been getting that in a sense all day, had a reaction with that weird purple cube thingâ. Maddie shakes her head, âI donât know how all our stuff seems to either be affected by or affect you. Well most things anywaysâ. Turning her head around she dashed back into the kitchen and shouts, âfoods ready!â. Danny sits down at the table and smiles somewhat sadly at his mom, âum sweetâ. As Maddie gives him his food she blinks at him a bit, âsweetie I donât like that something we made has messed you up. You sure this, whatever, will wear off. Â That youâll be ok?â. Danny sighs and nods, âyeah, Iâll be fine after another few hours. Sorry about the mindfuckâ. Maddie glares at Danny who just exaggeratedly shrugs, âsorry I canât think of a different word to describe itâ. Maddie sighs and shakes her head as she sits down.
âSo uh, whereâs dad?â, Danny asks as he puts away his bowl. âHmmm? Oh yeah, he went out to talk to Phantom. Which Iâm starting to feel was pointless? Maybe?â, Maddie shakes her head as she looks at her goggles again but doesnât put them on. Danny chuckles, ânot an easy fellow to find unless you really know where to lookâ. Maddie smiles softly, gets up and kisses Dannyâs head. Ruffling his white hair lightly, âwell whatever the reason Iâm pretty sure Iâm glad we came to a truceâ. This makes Danny smile and chuckles lightly, saying softly; more to himself, âme too, me tooâ.
End.
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