A/N: Okiez, I'm finally getting to type this up! Now, seeing as finals started Friday, it may take a little while for the next few chapters. However, summer vaca starts on Thursday, so it shouldn't be too long a wait!

As of this point, I have book five, chapter six written.


"Dude, seriously, do we have to leave?" Dash begged. "Wisconsin's boring without you there!"

"Yeah," Kwan continued, "and Paulina's been hitting on both of us without you to gobble up her attention. And, while we like her noticing us, you were right about her getting worked up almost to the point of obsession!"

"Guys," Danny said, stopping and turning to face them, "unless something happens that makes me beg you guys to help me out, you've gotta go. Are you seriously going to leave Star and Paulina in charge up there?"

The two shared a glance. "Yes."

Danny sighed. "I don't think you understand—"

"Dash! Kwan! I didn't know you two were here!" a voice cried out behind Danny. He tensed.

"How did Star—?" he hissed.

"We don't know!"

A blonde woman ran up to them, hugging the two older men. "Ohmigosh! Hi! Oh, why were you talking to a little kid?"

"A…what?!" Danny yelled, clenching his hands into fists.

The woman waved him quiet. "Sorry, kid, let the adults talk."

"I'm nineteen, thank you!"

"Oh, how sweeeet. Shut up."

"Uh, Star, that's—" Kwan tried.

"Don't care. But ohmigosh! When did you two get here?"

"A few days ago. We were about to leave—"

"Oh, no! You two have to stay here!"


"I'm not taking 'no' for an answer! C'mon!"

"Excuse me!" Danny yelled.

Star groaned and turned around, hands on hips. "What?" She opened her eyes and gasped. "Ohmigosh, Danny!" She ran up, hugged him, and continued. "Ohmigosh, I can't believe you're here! Ohmigosh, I needa tell Paulina! OHMIGOSH, PAULINA, I FOUND DANNY!"

Danny's eyes widened, and he turned to the others, mouthing, "Help me!"


After having narrowly escaped death-by-Paulina, Danny panted in the doorway of the APPD. He leaned into the door, finally catching his breath as Sam and Valerie walked by. When they saw him, their eyes widened, and they walked over.

"Danny?" Sam asked. "You okay?"

"I'm… fine, just… tired, 's all," he answered, panting.

"Are you sure? 'Cause you really don't look good!"

"No, I told you, I'm—"

Incoming! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six—

"—Actually, yeah, not feeling good, can you help me find Lancer?"

three, two—

"Sure, c'mon." They led him upstairs.

Nice timing.

Nice warning. Little quicker next time?

Sorry. She's gone, though.


"Yes, Fenton?" Lancer asked when he saw the teen walk in.

"Uh, sir? C—Could I ask you something?"

"Yes. What did you want to ask?"

"Um, if someone comes in looking for me, could you tell them I moved back to Madison?"

Niiice. She won't suspect anything then.

Shut it.

"Um, okay. May I ask why?"


"Uh, I'd rather not say…."

Lancer frowned, almost glaring at him. Danny winced mentally. "I see. Alright, I'll say you've… moved, then."

"Thankie, sir!" he said quickly. He used the back door to escape the police department, going to his home.

He lived in a small hotel just outside the park. It was the last thing his uncle had bought for him, well, before he'd falsely accused him last week.

Danny sighed, hitting his head against a wall.

Dan, it's my sister's fault, not yours. Don't worry, he'll forgive you!

Just like he'll stop loving Mom.

Which is why he'll forgive you!

He won't, end of story.

The phone rang, scaring him out of his talk with Demogorgon. He walked over, checking the caller ID to make sure it wasn't Paulina. It wasn't her. Danny knew she'd never stoop so low as to use a payphone to call anyone.

He answered, muttering a cautious, "Hello?"

"…Daniel?" Vlad's voice asked.

"Yes, Uncle Vladdie?" he teased.

"Daniel, I'm… I'm sorry."

"I should be the one saying that. Joa—Jazz lied to me, and I—I just believed her. I'm normally better at reading than that."

You couldn't see her. She had planned that.

"It's fine, Daniel. I shouldn't have gotten so angry."

"You had every right."

"I—I heard…. Danny, I heard that you had been kidnapped by the killer. Is that… is that true?"

"…Yes, it is."

"Danny, I got so worried! You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, but… Vlad, I need to tell you what happened…."


An hour of trying to explain later, and Vlad was on his way to Danny's room. He arrived in just a few minutes. Danny gave him a dry look, saying, "You used the payphone right outside, didn't you?"

Vlad's sheepish look was the only answer he needed. He rolled his eyes and motioned for him to come in.

"So, let me get this straight," Vlad said the minute both were sitting down, "there are actually two Reapers instead of one, and one of them is Jazz?"

Joaquima, Demogorgon said cheekily.

"Joaquima," Danny repeated, trying not to laugh.

"Right, and the other is… you?"

Demogorgon rolled his eyes. No, it's the other teenaged half-ghost whose name is Danny Fenton/Phantom. Duh.

Now it was nearly impossible to not laugh. "D—Demog—gorgon, yes."

Vlad raised an eyebrow at Danny's reddening face. "How do I know I'm not speaking to him?"

Slow learner.

"Do my eyes look orange to you?"

"Uh… no."

"Then it's me."

"Simple enough, then. And to tell Joakey from Jazz?"

"Jo's are maroon, Jazz's blue-green."

"Right. So what really happened last week…?"

"Joaquima kidnapped me to try to kill me."

"Oh. And that won't happen again?"

That's a good question….

Probably not.

Danny shrugged. "Probably not. We're not sure."

"You're not…. You can speak to each other?!?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"That's… that's unheard of…!"

"Well, there's a first time for everything."

"Too true."


"So, did someone come in looking for me yesterday?" Danny asked Lancer as he sat down. He was only slightly surprised at getting called in.

"Yes, but she didn't seem to believe me. Is there something else you're not telling us, Fenton?" Lancer gave him a stern look.

He squirmed a bit. "Uh, no, sir, why?"

Maybe because you're fidgeting.

Danny sat as still as possible.

"Because you've been acting oddly."

Trust me, it gets odder.

"Shut it," Danny mumbled, staring cross-eyed at his forehead.

"Excuse me, Mr. Fenton?"

"Uh, no—nothing. I just… I'm a bit nervous."

"Wouldn't have anything to do with your fangirl, right?" Sam asked as she walked in. Someone was standing behind her.

"Fangirl?" Danny questioned, a confused look on his face.

"Is that Danny? It sounds like Danny! Oh em gee, DANNY!" another voice squealed in a Hispanic accent as a girl ran into the room. She was a few years older than Danny, yet a good three inches shorter. She attacked him with a hug, nearly suffocating him.

"P—Pauli—ina, I c—can—n't bre—athe!" Danny gasped, pulling away/

Paulina pouted. "Danny, your uncle wouldn't tell me where you'd gone! I had to wait until Dash asked!"

"Paulina, who's running the station?"

"Oh, that new guy. Mickey, I think?"


"Yeah, him!"

"Paulina, he doesn't know how to run it!"

Sam and Lancer followed the conversation like a tennis match, looking back and forth between the two.

"Yes, he does! Your uncle showed him!"

"…Did he now…. When?"

"A couple days ago, I think."


"Which means I can stay here with you!"

"Sir, Sam, Danny," Val called, poking her head in the door, "we got another one."

The three turned to go out the door, but Lancer and Sam walked right past Danny as he tripped and fell. He glared up at Paulina, who pulled her foot back towards her.

"Just as clumsy as always, huh, Danny-boy?" she asked in a falsely sweet voice.

"Do us all a favor and go back to Madison, Paulina," Danny spat back.

Paulina hissed at him, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt. He made a gagging noise, lifting his hands to his collar to try to pull free. Paulina lifted him up above her own head so his feet were off the floor.

"I'd only be doing you a favor if I don't drag you back with me," she snarled. "I'm still watching you, and the minute you slip up, I'll tell everyone who you really are!"

"Back to blackmail, huh? The whole rape thing not workin' out for ya?"

"Shut up! I could kill you right now, if I wanted! I could rid the world of you and your kind, and you know I could!"

"But what would you accomplish from that, huh? I wouldn't be around for you to torture, so you'd go off to someone else. That's how you work, right? Meet 'em, seduce 'em, get what you want from 'em, and kill 'em."

Paulina shoved him up against a cabinet in the office. Danny gasped for air as a perfectly manicured hand closed around his neck. "No one will believe you over me, and you know it. You've had the worst record possible since you were born. The only thing anyone is going to trust you about is book facts! Isn't that right, genius?"

"And the only thing anyone wants from you is one night, 'cause that's how long it'll take for them to realize you're a sadistic bi—"

Paulina's lips crashed down on his, silencing him. He widened his eyes, trying and failing to scream. He kicked at her, and she screeched as she was pushed away. He fell to the floor, gasping in air.

"Stay away from me," he hissed when she stood again. He backed up into the cabinet as she walked up to him.

She bent down next to him, whispering into his ear, "I'm not letting you out of my sight again, Phantom."

"Danny?" Sam called as she walked back in. Paulina was suddenly on the other side of the room, checking her nails. Sam blinked when she saw Danny on the floor. "You coming?"

Danny looked up at her, trying to get his heart rate back to normal. "Uh," he glanced back at Paulina, jumping slightly at her predatory smirk, "y—yeah, l—lesgo."

He ran out quickly with Sam as Paulina chuckled to herself. "Just as easy as always."


A/N: Okay! There be your first chapter, and, yeah, this one's a little darker than the first book. Also, look out for R34P3R, which will contain all the books in one, just in case you guys think that'll be easier. Okay, byez, y'all!