A/N: Warning, this is going to be a very long author note, since it will be my last one for this story, tear.
Just a quick sorry to everyone for taking so long on this! I've written a lot of fan fic before that I never posted but I've never finished any, so this was really tough for me, especially since this really isn't an ending but it still needed closure and all that fun stuff. But, it's here now and that's all that matters, right?
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Alright, my final note for this story. The goal of this story was to provide a firm background for not only me, but for the readers as well, of what exactly happened in the beginning that made Danny make the choices he did. I meant for it to explain exactly why he didn't want to tell his parents and why he decided to fight ghosts in the first place. I think these are crucial issues not only in analyzing the tv show, but in writing fan fic as well. His reasons and actions are so crucial that I wanted to set up a firm base so that I knew the exact reasons why Danny doesn't tell his parents. I also wanted to describe a possible theory (that I run with in the rest of my stories) for how Danny got his powers on a scientific level, and since my major deals with genetics, what better way to describe it than through DNA? I also wanted to discuss just common beliefs that I have regarding ghosts, such as their lack of internal organs or resistance to temperature, stuff like that.
I hope that, through this story, I set up that basis that I wanted. Of course, no one has to believe my basis or my ideas, but like I said, it was mostly for my purposes and for yours so that you'll know the underlying reasons for stuff that I write in later stories. In my opinion, everything Danny does, every action he takes; it all relates back to the Beginning.
And now, the final chapter.
For the next fifteen minutes Danny sat glued to his chair, just staring at his father as he continued to talk. What had just happened? What were those octopus things? Were those actual ghosts? Did he just fight them?
Danny decided that he couldn't stay silently listening to his father anymore. He needed to go upstairs and talk to Tucker and Sam. He wanted to figure out what had just happened, what he had just done.
"Hey Dad, could we possibly call it quits for now? I mean, this is really interesting and all, but we have homework, and it's getting really late."
Jack looked somewhat offended but when he looked at his watch his face filled with surprise. "I don't believe it! It's already time for dinner! Sam and Tucker, you're welcome to stay of course."
"Th-thanks Mr. Fenton," they thanked, still obviously shook up.
"I'll go see if Mom's done with dinner," Danny suggested as he got up and started heading for the door, still feeling extremely tired. He probably wouldn't even be able to make it through dinner without falling asleep at this rate.
Once they reached the kitchen Danny gestured towards the stairs and they started walking into the living room when they were cut off at the kitchen doorway by Mrs. Fenton.
"Alright, what just happened down there?" Maddie asked. Danny stopped dead in front of his mom and looked up, eyes wide with horror. Did she see what he'd just done?
"Wha-what are you talking about?" he asked, trying to remain calm, but inside his stomach was flipping in nervousness.
"Honestly Mrs. Fenton, I don't know what you're talking about," Tucker remarked, coming to Danny's rescue.
"Yeah, nothing happened," Sam assured innocently.
"Right. I saw the whole thing. So, what do the three of you want?"
"Wait, what?" the three of them asked in confusion.
"What do the three of you want? The only reason why you'd put on that little act for your father is if you wanted to butter him up to ask him for something so now I'm asking you, what do you want?"
The three of them sighed in relief as Danny thought quickly for a lie. "Well…you see Mom…there's this…"
"V for Vendetta's coming out on Friday and there's a premier for it at ten Thursday night. Tucker and my parents have already said that we could go." Sam supplied.
"Yeah, and so I was wondering if it would be all right if I went with them," Danny asked, reminding himself to thank Sam later.
"Ah, now everything makes sense. Is it supposed to be a good movie?"
"Phenomenal," Sam responded as Danny and Tucker looked at each other briefly. When they hadn't been talking about Danny's ghost powers, Sam had been talking about that movie.
"Well, I'll have to talk to your father, but I'm pretty sure that after your little charade he'll say yes. Just make sure you finish all your homework and things look pretty good."
"Sweet! Thanks Mom!"
"You're welcome. Now, don't get too involved in some video game or something upstairs because dinner'll be ready soon. And Tucker and Sam…"
"We've already been invited," Sam answered with a smile.
Maddie smiled back. "Alright. I'll call you when it's done."
"Thanks Mom." Danny dashed around his mother and up the stairs into his room, not stopping until the three of them were inside his room with the door securely locked and the music blasting out their conversation to the occasional eavesdropper.
"So, what just happened?" Sam asked as Danny walked over to his bed and flopped down onto it, exhausted.
"I think it was a ghost," Danny answered as he stared at the ceiling, trying to piece things together. It had all happened so quickly and it was all jumbled in his head.
"You mean, a real ghost?"
"Oh, and I'm not real?" Danny asked.
"No, I didn't mean that. I just meant that, it was a ghost other than you?"
"I think so."
"And, you fought 'em," Tucker pointed out.
"Alright, let's back up for a second and figure this out," Sam suggested. "What happened first? When did this all start?"
"Well, my dad was talking, for a long, long time, and then those ghosts came out of the portal."
"Wait, something happened before that. Didn't some blue mist come out of your mouth?" Sam asked.
"Oh yeah. What was that?"
"You're asking us?" Tucker asked. "You're the ghost."
"Haha. I know as much about ghosts as you do, which isn't a lot, even after listening to my dad for three hours."
"But what was it?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, but that wasn't the first time it's happened. I'll wake up at night and the mist will come out and I'll feel really cold, but then it'll go away. I just never thought anything of it."
"Maybe it's some kind of a warning system?" Tucker asked. "I mean, right after it went off, the ghosts appeared. Maybe it's to warn you there's a ghost nearby?"
"But why would I need to be warned if there's a ghost?" Danny asked.
"I dunno. I'm just throwing theories out there."
"Alright, so Danny's warning system goes off and then the ghosts appear and grab us," Sam recounted. "And then, you started fighting them."
"Why'd you fight them?"
"I don't really know. I saw the two of you in danger and, I dunno, I knew I had to do something. It was just, instinct. I don't really remember much of the battle, I just remember trying to rescue you, and flying through a wall. I remember that too. But, when I saw them grab you, something just went off inside me and I knew I had to rescue you, because I could. I don't know if that really makes sense, but that's what happened."
"Well, you sure did save us," Tucker replied.
"Yeah. We owe you a huge thanks."
"No you don't. I would say it was nothing, but judging by the fact that I'm tired beyond all belief, I don't think I can say that in honesty."
Tucker and Sam smiled.
The three of them stood up and walked downstairs, Danny realizing how hungry he was. That battle took a lot out of him. They walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen.
Later that night, Danny lay in bed, staring at the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, unable to sleep. There were too many thoughts that plagued his mind, too many things he needed to think about, to straighten out before this mind would give him peace enough to sleep.
He continued to replay the fight in his head, wondering exactly what had happened. Why did he jump up with the intention of fighting them? It had just seemed so natural, like something he had to do. At the time, he didn't question the feeling, he just obeyed it. But now that he looked back on it, he couldn't see any reasoning behind his response.
Why would he have thought that he would be able to fight them? He'd never fought anyone, which was why he ended up in his locker so much. So why would he be able to handle two ghosts? Did it have something to do with being a ghost? Did he think that because he was a ghost he'd be able to take on another ghost? It didn't seem logical, and yet it felt right.
He thought about the actual battle. He had known exactly what to do. When to punch, when to turn intangible, where to fly, it had all come naturally to him. But, he'd never been in a fight in his life. Why would he know how to fight at all? Again, could it be because he was a ghost now? His parents had said that ghosts were inherently evil, but could they also be inherently good fighters as well?
He rolled over in his bed and stared out the window at the welcoming night sky. He sat up in his bed and went ghost, flying through the window and into the warm night air. He hoped a nice midnight flight would clear his head, help him think straight.
As he flew through the air, he realized that during the battle, he felt, for the first time since he got his powers, somewhat complete, like there was some gaping hole missing inside him before that had now been filled. Fighting the ghosts, saving his friends, it just all felt right.
Was this what he was supposed to do with his powers? Fight the ghosts? He recalled that right after the accident he had felt like a piece of him was missing, like there was something he needed to do with his powers. Was this it? Was he supposed to stop the ghosts that would come out of the portal that now connected the two worlds? It made sense. It explained how he knew how to fight the ghosts, and why he had a built in ghost sensor.
That was it. That had to be it. He was going to be the phantom fighter saving the town from other ghosts, like a dead version of his favorite super heroes. He was more than just Danny Fenton, he was Danny Phantom, and it was his duty to save Amity from the ghosts he and his parents had released.
He flew on top of the tallest building in Amity and sat on the roof, overlooking the city as the sun's first rays broke the horizon, reflecting off the windows of the buildings.
And yet, he wasn't nervous or frightened like he knew he should be. He was going to be fighting ghosts that most likely wanted to take over the world and hurt humans because of their jealousy, risking his life any time a ghost showed up to protect the town, and yet he wasn't worried. He knew it would be hard and he knew it was going to take a toll on him, both physically, emotionally, and mentally, but he was willing to accept that. After all, it was his fault that ghosts could escape from the portal anyways, since he was the one that opened it.
But as he thought back on the accident, he remembered the strange feelings he'd had. He had a feeling that he needed to help his parents, even though he logically knew that he couldn't and then he had another feeling telling him that going into the portal was the right thing to do, even though his common sense was screaming at him to get out. It was like destiny was pushing him, guiding his hand, forcing him along the path that would lead him to where he was now. He was destined to become a ghost, to fight to protect the town, to die.
The red, orange, and yellow rays of light poured over the city, demolishing the blues and purples of night as the stars faded to nothing in the brilliance of the sun. Danny rose and took off again, his mind still too busy to allow him sleep. So many questions raced through his head, so many possible scenarios, possible outcomes, possible battles, possible dangers. All the different ghosts he'd be fighting, all the evil plans he's be foiling, all flooded his brain as he accepted his calling. And as he flew through the pink and orange clouds he realized that the accident wasn't the end of his life; it was only the beginning.
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