Happy late late late late late late Halloween everyone! Here’s a brand new one I’ll hope you’ll enjoy! Surprisingly, this story isn’t a one shot, not even close. Those of you who know me know I can’t write one , this story was supposed to be up on Halloween if you didn't already guess, but my school computers hate me and I had to wait until now to post it.

Summary: For Halloween, Maddie and Jack decide to take Jazz and Danny on a trip to Colorado for a random “Fenton family vacation.” But the Kindred Image Hotel, where they’ll be staying for one week, is rumored to be haunted and the Fenton adults can’t resist. And on the first night there, Maddie and Jack aren’t the only ones who encounter spirits. Now, Danny Phantom will have to face his inner demons, make alliances with stranger ghosts than him, and avoid his ghost-hunter parents for one whole week. If he lives that long…

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon Studios. “It’s The Fear” is owned by Within Temptation.

It’s The Fear

It waits for the day…we’ll let it out

Chapter One

“Dad, jeeze, leave some bacon for the rest of the family that actually need to eat,” Jazz said, smacking her father’s hand as it reached across the table towards the plate of freshly cooked bacon.

He looked at a loss. “I…I haven’t had that many.”

“Seven isn’t that many?” she wondered, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve had two.”

“Oh, Jazmine, leave your father alone,” Maddie said from the stove, laughing. “I’m making more, so there’s plenty for everyone.”

“Great. We’ll all die before we’re fifty,” she said. “Have you guys even heard of the term exercise? Dieting? Health issues?” She sighed, poking her eggs around. “Eating too much can have horrible effects on your systems.”

“There’s nothing wrong with eating extra. Look at me,” Jack said, quickly snatching onto a piece before she had the chance to stop him.

She decided not to say the comment that rushed through her thoughts. “All I’m suggesting is that we don’t exercise enough or eat healthy…normal foods.”

“We’ve tried dieting before,” Maddie reminded her.

“You mean when you decided to lighten up your food by doing some ghost experiment on it and removing the calories? And so when we ate it, we all got sick?” she stated. She sighed, pushing her red hair away from her face. “I think we should set up a proper health program that will enable us to maintain shape and decrease our chances of getting sick.”

“No one is going to get sick,” Maddie insisted, laying a hand on her daughter’s shoulder as she crossed over and added more bacon pieces to the pile.

“Uh huh.” Jazz watched her father as his hand inched towards the new food and gave him a look as if to say, “go ahead and touch it.” He backed off, but as soon as she turned her head, quickly grabbed a handful. She sighed again. “I’m just trying to help the family, that’s all.”

“Speaking of family,” Maddie said, recognition appearing on her face. She and Jack exchanged glances. “We have something to tell you guys—where is your brother anyway?”

Jazz faked a laugh, clearing her throat. “Oh, you know…teenage boys, they like to sleep in.”

Ironically at her exact words, there was a small cry from the next room and something whizzed past the table fast. It collided with the wall and landed hard on the floor. Barely a few seconds later, another figure came into the room.

“This may be your territory, but you don’t have to go sticking your head in someone else’s business.” She was a pretty girl, with flaming blue hair and green eyes and held a guitar in her hands.

“Let’s make it my business,” he said, gingerly getting up from the ground. He became suddenly very aware of the situation and his eyes widened as he saw the three of them sitting there. “Uh oh.”

“Ghosts!” Jack yelled, leaping from the table in excitement.

Maddie already held a weapon in her hands with a firm grip. “Not in my house you ectoplasmic creatures!”

There was a whining noise and then it fired, shooting out in two opposite directions. A ball of light came whizzing towards him and he ducked instinctively; the energy bounced off the wall and darted back, ping-ponging off the counters and walls and managing to shatter the light overhead and several glasses sitting on the counter tops. He cringed; he made points everyday, didn’t he?

Ember didn’t move quickly enough, however, and the remaining energy soared straight into her, sending her straight back through the doorway and out of the room. Figuring he’d be more welcome out there (which was saying something) he followed quickly.

She got up from the ground, her eyes glowing angrily as she raked her fingers across her guitar. “You are interrupting very important things!”

“Finally learning to play the guitar are you?” he smarted off. “Or better yet, sing?”

She let out a furious cry and her hand started to move towards the strings all the way, but they were both distracted at the sudden “No, mom!” that echoed in the room.

Then something crashed into him from behind hard and he toppled several times through the air and then slid right into the shelf in the living room. It fell over and he didn’t turn intangible in time; several objects landed on him hard.

He threw the wood off of him, blinking stars out of his eyes and whipped around. Ember had disappeared in that small amount of time and now his mother and father were both advancing towards him fast. Gasping, he turned invisible hurriedly and then stood on his feet shakily, jumping into the air and phasing through the ceiling into his room.

Maddie stopped and muttered to herself angrily. “Breaking out in my house. Those ghosts have a death wish…”

“Technically, they’re already dead…sweetie,” Jack told her gently.

“You know what I meant,” she said. She looked up at a noise that came from the stairwell to see her son standing at the top of the stairs, seeming to take in the damage. “Danny!”

“Hi,” he said, feeling more awkward with every step closer he took. “W—what happened?” He felt so stupid for asking. It wasn’t like he didn’t know.

“Two ghosts attacked. Not us necessarily, but still. In my house,” she said, breathing every word with fire. “The nerve…And they destroyed…” She shook her head, seeming to be so mad that she couldn’t even finish. “I don’t want to deal with it right now.”

“Did it wake you up?” Jack asked. “Or did you see anything? Where they went, son?” Both of his parents looked up at him, questions he just couldn’t answer.

“Yeah,” he lied. He averted his eyes from them, staring elsewhere. “The noise woke me up. But…I didn’t see where they went. I didn’t even see them.”

“They won’t be so fortunate next time,” Maddie promised. She turned her gaze back to him, searching his face. “Are you sure you didn’t see anything?”

“I’m sure,” he told her. He vaguely wondered if somehow she’d figured out that everything he’d pretty much said was a lie, but she didn’t say anything else, biting her lip and then sighing.

“There’s still some bacon left surprisingly,” Jazz offered, trying to change the subject.

“No, there’s not,” Jack said, looking guilty.

Danny laughed, easing the rest of the way down the stairs. “That’s okay…I’m not really hungry.” Even that was a lie. He didn’t even know where he came up with these things anymore. His stomach grumbled at the wrong moment and he pressed a hand to it, making a face.

“Your father and I have something to tell you anyway,” Maddie said. “Something very special.”

“We do?” Jack asked.

“Yes,” she said, grabbing his arm a little tighter than necessary. “We do. Come on, let’s go back into the kitchen. I can’t stand to look at this mess and think of the things that did it.”

Things… Danny thought miserably. That’s what he was to her. Half of him anyway. He started following them, but his knee seized up in a sudden pain and buckled, making him fall onto the floor. It had hurt before when he’d been walking down the stairs, but now it had increased and seemed to throb.

“Danny, what’s wrong?” Jazz and Maddie asked simultaneously. His mother dropped down beside him as he turned over, grimacing as another wave of pain wracked his whole leg.

“Nothing, my leg just fell asleep and now it’s waking up,” he said, gritting his teeth together. He gazed up, meeting his mother’s concerned eyes and couldn’t bear to stay that way, wrenching his eyes away. “I’ll be fine.”

“Let me see,” she said softly, seeming to sense what was wrong. He started to protest, but she pulled the pant leg of his pajamas up rapidly.

“Danny—what happened?” Her eyes widened in shock, spotting the small gash he’d wanted to hide. He’d gotten it when he’d hit the shelf corner and it was bleeding slightly, definitely bruised.

“Oh,” he said, shrugging. “I fell off my scooter yesterday. I probably opened it up in my rush to get out of bed.”

“This looks fresh,” she said.

“This is why you wear a helmet,” Jazz said suddenly, rapping her knuckles on top of his head. “Could you imagine if this would have been your head?”

He was thankful for the intervention, but didn’t say so. “Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, playing along.

“You were lucky it was only your knee,” she continued. Maddie didn’t say anything, pursing her lips together and then glancing between them both, a small twitch at the corner of her eye. Jack seemed to be convinced.

“Think you can make it for some bacon?” he asked chipperly.

Jazz didn’t catch it at first, but when she did, her dad was already in the kitchen again. “Hey! I thought you said there wasn’t any left!” She rushed after him.

“Here, let me help you clean this up,” Maddie said, standing and holding out her arm to help him up.

“Oh, don’t worry about it mom. I’ll be fine,” he assured her.

She searched him curiously, but then nodded. “Okay.” Wrapping her arm around his shoulder, she helped steer him into the kitchen. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but your sister is right. You should wear your helmet more often. Maybe some knee pads? And be careful?”

“I will,” he promised. He slid into a chair and gave his sister an appreciative smile, which she returned.

“Like I said, your father and I have some pretty exciting news,” she said, standing right behind her husband and wearing a wide grin.

“For Halloween!” Jack said happily, finally remembering.

“And as you know, Halloween is the biggest day of the year when it comes to…supernatural spirits,” she said. “And so…we’ve decided to go on vacation.”

Jazz stared, not believing it. “You’re going on vacation? As in…you’re not going ghost hunting on the biggest ghost hunting day of the year?”

Maddie laughed. “Oh, no, no, no, that’s not what I meant. What I mean…we’re going to a different location. Check out other ghostly sites…We’ll be staying at the Kindred Images Hotel all week!”

“And…we’re all going?” Danny asked.

“Yes—it’ll be a great opportunity to view some more “haunted” areas instead of our own. We’ll even be staying in a haunted hotel where your father and I will be researching and tracking down the spirits of fifteen different ghosts that claim to reside there.”

“Fifteen?” he swallowed with difficulty.

“I know, isn’t it great?” Jack agreed, not catching the real tone of his voice.

“Wait…one week? That will take us out of school for four days,” Jazz said, seeming hurt.

“Who cares?” Danny said.

“So, what do you say?” Maddie asked, clapping her hands together. “Are you guys up for a road trip? Seven nights in a haunted hotel that’s critically acclaimed and actually famous…and they have a swimming pool and tanning center and a library—so you two don’t have to do what your father and I are doing all week.”

“Why…why not?” Jazz asked.

“Can Sam and Tuck—”

His mother cut him off. “’Fraid not son,” she replied, already aware of his full question. “Just a family thing. You can handle that, can’t you?”

The way she asked made him feel incredibly guilty. “Yeah, of course. Sounds great.”

“We leave tomorrow. Fifteen ghosts…” She sighed happily. “We’re going to get so much done…”

Danny didn’t think the idea was so bad. Fifteen ghosts to keep his mother and father busy for an entire week. Maybe they’d leave him alone for a while. It was doubtful. He never seemed to be out of trouble…

Especially on Halloween.

So, we’ve got some definite foreshadowing. Those of you who probably caught it, will realize this is an episodes based off the emotion of Maternal Instincts meaning (without romantic intention) it is a Maddie/Danny story. Sam and Tucker are mentioned, but surprisingly aren’t in this story. It will be…probably my first.

Also, those fans of Feeling Fear, a recently deleted story, will enjoy the morph of this one. This story is the similar plot lines of Feeling Fear and Trinity which was a story I’ve had in the making, but never decided to put out. So, both stories have been combined into this one and I hope you’ll enjoy future chapters.

Speaking of future chapters, here’s your sneak peek!

Chapter Two

“Normally, they would, yes, but your father and I are making sure that they don’t. We’re creating what we call the “Fenton Ferrari.”

“I named it,” Jack put in.

She laughed. “It would block any spirits from going into the hotel. It would shatter any bonds that keep the ghosts there.”

“You’re setting them free then?” he asked, surprised. But his shock didn’t last long.

Maddie laughed again, her hand over her chest. “Oh, Danny, please. That’s only half of what we’re doing. We’re ghost hunters, remember?”

Danny stared. “Wait, you’re setting them free and taking them from their home only so you can hunt them down?”

“Danny,” Jazz intervened fast. “What I think mom’s trying to do is—”

“Of course we are. The ghosts won’t vanish on their own. Well, not in that way at least,” she told him.

“But…what if they’re not dangerous? What if they just need—” He trailed off, honestly thinking, what if all they needed was someone to set them free? Sure, some of the ghosts might be hostile, but maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t cause anyone harm…His mother had said that some ghosts just needed to fix their past mistakes.

He could understand easily…

“Danny sweetheart, what are you trying to say?” Maddie was confused, and even more, looked hurt.

“Nothing,” he said, suddenly noticing Jazz’s wide-eyed stare. “I was just…thinking I guess.” He wondered how long he’d rattled on, protecting ghosts. The last thing he needed was his parents to give him a lecture on how ghosts were evil and full of “negative energy.”

Lateraina