AN: Well, tada! Here's my brand-new story, one of three I have planned! This is an AU, though only slightly so. This shall be my token Evil Danny series (Dangerous Obsessions's Demigiest Danny and Take Me Away's Weapon Danny are close, but not all the way there.) Not much of his evil side in this chapter, but then again, this is just the introduction. Black Danny will be rather vicious. Anyways, this story is the offspring of a rather extensive Danny Phantom RP I have over IM with my friend Morgan. Man, that RP is nuts... (Shakes head) In any case, I hope you enjoy! Please read and review! I like to know what'cha think, even if I don't always respond to all my reviews.

Danny Phantom doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Butch Hartman. Tucker, Danny, Sam, and Phantom's outfits belong to me though, so back off! Oh, and the fic. That too. Heheh.

Black and White

Chapter One: Hints of White

Amity Park. It was a wet and rainy winter day, a Thursday, and the teenagers who attended Casper High were all rushing into the school, hoping to get in before they all got drenched. Among those students were Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley.

Sam Manson was the daughter of the rich Manson family, but from just looking at her, one wouldn't have guessed it. The eighteen-year old was the exact opposite of her parents, in both physical and mental terms. She had black hair, which she kept down, with just a bit of it in a ponytail, and violet eyes. She wore a violet vest, with a long-sleeved black shirt and a pair of black jeans. She wore a pair of violet-soled black platform boots, and a pair of black fingerless gloves. Finishing her look was a trace of violet lipstick and some dark purple nail polish.

Tucker Foley was the resident technological genius of Casper High, even though he didn't act much like it. The African-American teen could hack into the most advanced security systems, if he ever got the urge too. He had black hair that was mostly hidden by a red beret, and his green eyes were hidden by glasses. He was wearing a jade green jacket, with the hood currently up, along with a long-sleeved yellow shirt, and baggy jade green cargo pants. He also wore a pair of dark brown combat boots.

Sam stopped in front of the doors to Casper High, her eyes scanning the crowd of incoming students. She frowned, and turned to Tucker, who had stopped to see what she was waiting for. "Have you seen Danny?" She asked.

"No, I haven't. Maybe he's already inside?" Tucker suggested.

Sam sighed. There used to be a time when the two of them had either walked or ridden to school together, but those times were starting to change. It wasn't that she thought Danny no longer wanted to be friends with them, it was just that he seemed somehow more busy and preoccupied than before. Not to mention paranoid.

"Come on Sam." Tucker said, after a minute. "We have to get inside. You don't want to catch a cold, do you?"

Sam turned back to look at him, then turned back to the students entering Casper High one last time, before she frowned, turning around and following Tucker into the school. The techno genius let down his hood, taking off his glasses and giving them a quick wipe to get some of the rain off of the lenses. He put them back on and turned to look at Sam, who was looking around in the hallways.

"You seem more worried about him than normal today." Tucker said. He knew that Sam had feelings for Danny, even though their old friend might not have been aware of it. There were times when she had tried to confess her love, but Danny either didn't seem to hear her, or had to run off to do something.

Sometimes Tucker tried to ask Danny what was going on, but his friend merely laughed nervously and denied that anything was wrong at all. He had been doing it for about four years now, and Tucker had just slowly started to accept it as a fact of life. That didn't mean he liked it though, and he always did still try and find out what was up. He and Sam had long given up on the theory that Danny would come clean with them.

Sam sighed again, turning to look at him. "I saw him out late last night. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to take a walk. I came across him lying in this ally, bleeding from his right side. I tried to go over and help him, but he just..." She sighed once more. "...he just laughed and said that nothing was wrong, even though he was bleeding. He just got up and left after that."

Tucker frowned. "That does sound like trouble. What do you think happened?"

"I don't know... Maybe he got into a fight, or something?" Sam asked, half to herself, and half to Tucker.

"Nah. Danny's not that kind of guy. I'm mean, sure, he's been acting pretty paranoid and stuff lately, and he's always running off, but he's not stupid either." Tucker said, shrugging. "I'm sure he's got a perfectly good explanation for it..."

"I hope so..." Sam whispered, sighing. The two walked into their first period, both glancing around. Danny was nowhere in sight. Sam frowned again, and took her seat, looking across from it at Tucker. The African American teenager shrugged at her.

"He's running late again, I guess." Tucker said. "He could be taking the day off too..."

Almost as soon as he said that, Danny walked into the room. He had grown his jet black hair out a bit in the past, years, it now hung down to his shoulders. His light blue eyes scanned the room, meeting with Sam and Tucker's. He wore a long-sleeved white shirt, with a pair of dark blue jeans and black sneakers. He was looking drenched, water dripping off of his hair.

He walked over to take his seat, in between Sam and Tucker. "Hi Sam. Hi Tucker." He greeted them.

"Uh... Danny, are you allright?" Sam asked, worriedly.

Danny blinked at her. "Well, I'm a little wet, but I should be fine. Why?"

"No, not about that!" Sam said, sighing. "Last night, Danny. What happened? What were you doing there, and how did you get hurt so badly?" She asked. She was a bit confused at the fact that Danny didn't seem wounded this morning.

Danny blinked at her again, seemingly clueless. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Sam. You sure you weren't dreaming, or something?" He asked, arching an eyebrow. "I'm perfectly fine."

Sam frowned. Maybe she had been dreaming. But it all seemed so real! She glance over to Tucker, who shrugged. "Yeah... sorry Danny. It was probably just a dream."

Danny smiled at her. "No problem." He said, before turning towards the board, as the bell had rang, and their teacher had started class.

Sam sighed, turning away from Danny and staring at the board. Math class, Danny's worst subject and one of Tucker's best. She pulled out her notebook and flipped it to a clean sheet of paper, starting to take notes. Halfway into her note-taking, she paused, gazing over at Danny, blinking when she found that he was fast asleep.

"Heh." She said, smiling half-to herself. Danny tended to fall asleep in class a lot these days. He always seemed so tired, like there was something that was preventing him from getting any sleep. While she did worry about what that might be, she couldn't deny the fact that she found a sleeping Danny very cute. He just looked so peaceful, and it was easy for her to forget that she was worried about him for any reason at all.

"He asleep again?" Tucker whispered, looking at Danny now too. Sam rolled her eyes at the fact that Tucker had to ask. "I'll take that as a yes." Tucker said. "Think he'll get detention again?"

"Tucker, have you ever seen this teacher give detention to anyone?" Sam asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Well, there was that one time he supposedly gave it in 1985. But I see your point. It's a good thing he picked this class to take a nap in. If it was Lancer's he'd be staying after school for sure." Tucker frowned. "Not that he always shows up for that either, which only makes Mr. Lancer madder. Man, you'd think someone kept killing his cat or something."

Sam shook her head slightly, amused. Mr. Lancer was their literature teacher, as well as the Casper High's vice principal. He had actually been their literature teacher when they were freshmen too. He had apparently been promoted to teaching seniors by the time they had gotten to that level. He had a reputation for being very strict, though at times he was a bit more lax on the popular students or the football players than the others.

"We better just remember to wake him up when class is over." Sam whispered back to Tucker, who nodded. There had been a few times in the past where Danny had slept through the bell, and the two had accidentally left him behind in the class. It was rather embarrassing when they had to go back for him and wake him up, especially since Danny was prone to shouting completely random things when he was woken up.

"Hey Sam..." Tucker whispered, looking down at their sleeping friend. "...Have you ever thought about following him?"

Sam blinked, staring at Tucker. "Following him? Tucker, that would completely violate his privacy! Not to mention it would be creepy as hell and illegal."

"Aww, come on Sam!" Tucker whined. "It's probably for his own good anyways. I mean, what if you weren't just dreaming about seeing him injured? What if he's actually gotten himself mixed up in something he shouldn't? Some friends we'd be then if we didn't try and help him out from whatever sticky situation that he's gotten himself worked up in."

"Even so Tucker, he could have just been on a walk himself and gotten mugged." Sam whispered back. After the initial onset of worry that Danny had gotten mixed up in some nasty business, she had decided that it was ridiculous. Tucker was right, Danny wasn't like that. Chances were he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But then what about the paranoia and the disappearing acts?

"Muggers?" Tucker asked, arching an eyebrow. "Come on Sam. This is Amity Park, not New York City. We don't have muggers. We barely even have people stealing candy from babies!" He exclaimed, slightly louder than he intended too. A few people in the class stopped taking their notes to peer back at the three. Sam and Tucker stayed silent until the all turned back around. The teacher hadn't seemed to notice the disruption.

Sam sighed deeply, hanging her head. "I know, I know. But I just don't want it to be that Danny's gotten into something he shouldn't."

"I know what you mean." Tucker said, sighing. He stayed silent then, and another glance over towards him let Sam know that he had gone back to taking notes. She looked back down at Danny again, praying that it wasn't that he had gotten into something that he shouldn't have. After that, she turned back to her notes.

The screeching of a seat being pulled back came a few minutes later. Sam blinked and looked up from her notes, towards Danny. The teenager had woken up from his sleep, his light blue eyes wide and panicking. He was standing up, searching frantically around the room.

"Danny?" Sam whispered worriedly. Tucker, as well as the rest of the class was looking at him now as well. "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Danny blinked, looking back down at Sam. He gave her an awkward smile. "Oh... nothing. I just... have to go. Sorry Mr. Kramer!" He apologized before leaving the classroom, without bothering to give an explanation for why he was leaving.

The teacher frowned and sighed, he had gotten used to this by now. The rest of the class had as well. To them, it was just typical, strange Danny Fenton. In their eyes, it was just his parent's eccentricity being genetic.

Sam gritted her teeth slightly, gazing towards the door that Danny had just left from, debating whether or not she should follow him. It wouldn't have been the first time that she had cut a class, she had done so a few times before when there was an event during school hours that she desperately wanted to go too. She sighed, deciding that it would be for the best.

She got up from her seat and headed towards the teacher. "I'm sorry too Mr. Kramer! I have to go as well!" She apologized, before dashing out the door. She managed to catch a glimpse of Danny as he turned the corner and hurried after him, as quietly and quickly as she could in a pair of platform boots. It really wasn't that hard to run in them when you had gotten used to walking in them, though.

She turned the corner, expecting to see Danny still in her sights. She froze, baffled, finding that had instead disappeared completely. Sam looked around the hallway, in confusion. There was no way that Danny could have gotten out of her visual range that fast. It had barely been five seconds since he had turned the corner!

Sam let out a long, hanging her head. Well, whatever happened, he got away. She thought. I guess I'll just have to try-huh? Her thoughts were cut off by what sounded like the screeching of a rather large bird, coming from behind her. She whipped around, her violet eyes widening in shock as she came face to talons with a huge bird. A huge, glowing bird.

She welded her eyes shut, bracing for the impact, flinging her arms up to try and protect herself, the word ghost ringing through her mind. That was another thing that had been going on in Amity Park recently-random ghost attacks. It might sound absurd, but Amity Park was number one on the most haunted places in the world list. These ghosts would appear anywhere, at anytime.

"Leave her alone!"

The shout shattered Sam from her thoughts, and her eyes snapped open, her arms falling to her sides. Floating in front of her holding the ghost bird by the neck was one of Amity Park's most famous ghosts.

No one really knew his name. There were many names for him. Silly-sounding ones like Invisio-Bill, or much better ones like Phantom. More still simply called him 'The Ghost Boy' or 'The Ghost Kid'. Whatever his name was, everyone in Amity Park could identify him instantly by sight.

One could almost mistake him for an ordinary teenager-almost. His messy white hair, which hung down slightly to his shoulders, could have been passed off as being bleached. There was, however, no other explanation for his brightly glowing green eyes, or the ghostly aura that surrounded him. The fact that he was clearly stronger than any normal teenager was also a dead giveaway.

He wore mostly white, with hints of black here and there. He wore a low-cut, long-sleeved, white shirt which would have exposed his shoulder, had he not been wearing a tight black t-shirt underneath it. He wore white pants, with stray black belts hanging down from them, and a pair of black fingerless gloves and black combat boots.

"Phantom!" Sam shouted out in surprise, calling him by her preferred moniker. This was honestly the first time she had seen him up close. Now that she got a good look at him though, she found something she hadn't really noticed before. When all you got to see of him were brief glimpses from the news and grainy photographs, one really didn't get a good impression of what he really looked like.

He reminded her of Danny.

Speaking of Danny, where had he gone anyway?

"Be with you in a second!" The ghost boy shouted back, releasing the ghost bird from his hold, whipping out a thermos from a holster he had attached to the back of his main belt, sucking the ghost into it in a flash of blue light. He holstered it back, and turned around, looking at the gawking gothic girl.

Sam's mouth hung upon, unable to think of what she wanted to say. Here he was. The famous or infamous Phantom. What view you got of him all depended on who you talked to. There were those who called him a hero, a good ghost trying to keep all the other ghosts from destroying Amity Park.

Others called him a monster, a vile creature who lived for battling and would take any excuse to get in a good fight. Most of these people were property holders, which wasn't surprising considering that Phantom destroyed a lot of property during his fights. Ghost always seemed to show up in the most public of places, but somehow that wasn't surprising either.

There were people in-between and this is where Sam fell. Not necessarily evil, but maybe not really good either. These were the people who believed that he viewed Amity Park as his territory, and the reason he fought off other ghosts was because he didn't want to share it with another ghost. While they didn't approve of the property damage that his battles caused, they also pointed out that he had never harmed a human purposefully. There were a few incidents in the past where humans had gotten hurt, but those were either due to human error, or the opposing ghost had done it.

Sam closed her mouth, regaining her cool. "Um, thank you." She said, after taking a deep breath to help herself focus.

The ghost boy smiled at her, which struck her as both strangely attractive and familiar. "No problem." He said, shaking his head. "You better get back to class."

Sam found herself nodding and leaving the scene, heading back into Mr. Kramer's classroom. The class paused, looking at her as she entered. Sam could only imagine how she must have looked to them. She sat down in her seat, letting out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding.

"Well?" Tucker whispered, leaning over. "What happened? You look like you just saw a ghost."

"I did. Two, in fact." Sam said.

"There was a ghost battle!" Tucker asked, surprised. Sam nodded. "Well, what about Danny? Was he there too?"

"I don't know, I lost him." Sam sighed, plopping her head down on her desk. No sooner than she had, did Danny return to class, all of the former panic in his eyes gone. He took his seat like nothing had happened, and he had never left.

"Danny!" Sam exclaimed, a bit surprised. "Where did you go?"

Danny blinked at her, as if it was obvious. "The bathroom."

"Oh. Right. Bathroom." Sam laughed nervously. "Of course." She cleared her throat and turned away from him, trying to get back into her notes. She heard Danny yawn, and assumed that he had gone back to sleep on his desk.

Though she tried to focus, Sam found that her mind kept on drifting to other subjects-like Danny. She couldn't help but feel that Danny somehow had something to do with Phantom. And now that she thought about it, this wouldn't have been the first time that Danny had disappeared, with Phantom appearing after a short while.

Could they possibly be the same person? No! Come on Sam, that's absurd! There's no way that could be true! Sam thought, shaking her head. That would mean that Danny would have to be a ghost, and he's clearly not! She frowned then.

Still, it might explain why he's always running off, and seeming so paranoid at times. And maybe it would explain why Phantom has a Fenton Thermos. She thought, recalling the thermos Phantom had sucked the bird ghost up into earlier. He had one of them with him at all times, which she thought was strange since it was an invention of the Fentons-Danny's parents, and two of the people trying to desperately hunt down and capture Phantom.

Could it be possible?

Sam stood outside of Danny's door, trying to gather up her courage, taking in a deep breath. School had ended an hour ago, and the three friends had gone their separate ways. Sam hadn't shared her suspicions with Tucker yet. They just sounded so ridiculous, that she was too embarrassed to.

She knew that she had to talk to Danny. After thinking about it for awhile in her room, she had gotten up and left, heading towards Danny's house. There would be no more beating around the bush. She was just going to come up and demand to know what was going on. They were best friends, Danny shouldn't be keeping secrets from them!

She reached her hand out, taking hold of the doorknob. After taking and letting out another deep breath, she flung it open. "Danny, we need to..." She began, then closed her mouth, staring stock-still at the sight in front of her.

There was Danny, sitting on his bed, looking up at her stunned. His shirt was off, and he was in the process of unwrapping bandages that were caked on his right side with dried blood. Underneath them was a rather nasty wound, the same one that Sam had thought she had seen last night.

And mixed in with the old blood were faint traces of a glowing green liquid.

Ectoplasm.