A/N: This was just a random idea that popped into my mind the other day. I've heard to "Live Like We're Dying" by Kris Allen and "If Today Was Your Last Day" by Nickelback way too many times. This is the result of listening to those songs.

Time Line: Three months after PP

Disclaimer: I don't own the songs or Danny Phantom.

Last Call: Danny

Lying on his bed, Danny was enjoying the feeling of a ghost- and home-work free afternoon. He didn't get many free days like this, so Danny was taking it easy. Sam and Tucker were both busy with family stuff this afternoon so Danny had absolutely nothing to do, and that didn't bother him

His stereo was playing softly, turned to a local radio station. A song he recognized began to play through the speakers. It was "If Today Was Your Last Day" by Nickelback. He closed his eyes and focused on the music. The song talked about living life for today and not waiting until tomorrow to get something done. One line caught his attention: "Would you call those friends you never see?"

That line made him think about another song that talked about living life to the fullest. It was "Live Like We're Dying" by Kris Allen. One of the lines in that song that was similar to the one by Nickelback was "If your plane fell out of the skies, who would you call with your last goodbye?"

Danny sat up on the bed and turned the volume down a little. That's something he could do. He could do a little experiment and figure out who he would call if he only had five minutes to live and someone told him he could only make one last phone call. He would call that person, and tell them that they would be the last person on his mind before his life ended.

So...who would he call?

He had six numbers of Sam's phone number punched in the phone before he stopped and really thought about the question he had just asked himself. He hung the phone up and set it down.

If Danny had only one phone call left to make before he died, he would want to call someone to tell them something they could never find out if he died without telling them. The only thing he would call Sam to tell her was that he loved her. That would be sweet and romantic, but she already knew that he loved her. He told her that every day.

Danny sat down on his bed. The next person he thought of was Tucker. But Tucker was in the same boat as Sam. Danny told Tucker everything—not that he loved him…ew…that'd be gross. The point was that Danny had nothing to hide from Tucker, and therefore, nothing to tell him.

He turned to his parents next. That would be a good call to make, right? They would like to hear from him. If someone told Danny he only had five more minutes to live and that he could only make one last phone call, his parents would be glad that he had chosen them to call. But then again…he didn't have anything he needed to tell them. And well, they would probably talk his ear off so long that if he did want to tell them something, he wouldn't have the chance. He could tell them he was about to die and that would be that. But then they would want to try to fix everything, and it would all go downhill from there.

Danny shook his head. No. He couldn't call his parents.

So what about Jazz? He could tell her that he really appreciated some of her contributions to Team Phantom, and that he really didn't hate the fact that she was a part of the team as much as he sometimes made it seem. Danny allowed a half smile to spread across his face. His sister was smart. She probably knew he liked having her on the team before he knew he did.

So where did that leave him? He'd run out of family and friends to call.

For the next hour, Danny lay on his bed, searching through every inch of his mind, trying to figure out who he would call. He hadn't meant for this to turn into a big thing; he'd just been curious about who he would give his final words to. But now that he was really thinking about it, he realized it was going to be harder than he had originally thought.

People like Paulina and Dash ran through his mind, but he wouldn't want his last words to be wasted on someone who wouldn't appreciate them. Sure, they would probably love to get a call from Danny Phantom, but would they appreciate the fact that Danny Fenton had been thinking about them during his final moments? Probably not.

He thought about his teachers, but he didn't have anything important to say to any of them. They were just people that made his life harder. Danny sat up on his bed. Well, in the three months since he'd revealed his identity as Phantom, they weren't purposely trying to make his life harder. But they still gave tests and homework, and Danny was certain that no kid liked that kind of stuff.

Valerie even ran though his mind, but he quickly shot her down. She was too busy avoiding him to talk to him. Ever since the disasteroid, she hadn't looked at him twice.

So who did that leave? He wasn't going to waste his last call on one of the many ghosts he still fought on a daily basis. Of course, he wouldn't actually call them; he'd have to find them, but he still wouldn't bother looking them up just to have a fight. They wouldn't listen to him if he wanted to talk anyway.

But thinking about his ghostly enemies made him think of someone he usually tried not to think about. Someone that Danny needed to tell something—something that no one knew but Danny. If Danny were about to die, and he didn't call this person, there was no way in the world this person would ever find out what Danny needed to tell him, because Danny was the only one who knew what needed to be said. No one knew how he felt about this subject.

Danny smiled and picked up the phone. He knew who he was going to call.

The man was startled by the phone ringing. He didn't know anyone even knew this phone number. How had anyone gotten it?

He didn't think about it too long; he answered the phone.

"Hello?" he asked cautiously. He hadn't been back for very long, after all. He wasn't ready for very much confrontation. That's why he had changed his phone number. He hadn't wanted anyone calling him.

"Hey," was the answer.

Shocked, he asked, "Is this Daniel?"

"Nope. This is other half-ghost you fight on a regular basis."

He rolled his eyes. He didn't understand teenage sarcasm. "What do you want?" He paused, then asked. "And how did you get this number?"

"Does it really matter how I got it if I have it?" Daniel asked.

He sighed and bit his tongue. The less he said, the less time he'd be on the phone. "Well...what do you want?"

"You're probably going to think I'm crazy, but hear me out, okay?" Daniel paused, as if weighing his next words carefully. "I've been sitting here thinking for the past hour who I would call if someone told me I only had five more minutes to live. I went through everyone I know and decided on you."

Even though he was completely dumbfounded (and pretty sure Daniel was playing a joke on him), he allowed Daniel time to explain. "And why in the world is that?"

"Because, Vlad," Daniel began. "I need to tell you that I'm sorry. Even though I didn't really do anything that I shouldn't have done, I would want to tell you I'm sorry you had to go through everything that you did during the disasteriod incident. And I'm sorry that you've got to be in hiding now."

Vlad was silent for a few moments, letting that information sink in. Daniel was sorry for him. A few months back, that idea would have sickened Vlad. He wouldn't have wanted Daniel's pity. But now...now that everything had changed, he welcomed the fact that someone felt bad for the fact that he was in such a horrible predicament.

"And I knew if I never told you I felt, you would never find out, because no one else knows how I feel," Daniel finished.

"Well...thank you, Daniel," Vlad began. "It means quite a lot that I would be the last person on your mind."

"Yeah, well, good luck with everything, I guess."

"Thank-you." A beat of awkward silence passed by, then the phone went dead.

A/N: Weird, I guess. But I liked it.

I'm thinking about continuing this, maybe. But I'm probably going to need some ideas. My first question is this: Does anyone have any ideas on who Lancer should call?

Now, on to bigger things: I'm almost done writing my next story. I've been writing on it for at least a year or more now. I'm on chapter 16 now, and I have all my ideas down on paper, including a time line. I just have to find time between work, vacations, a college course, preparing for college, and all that other stuff I have to do this summer to finish it. :)

I'm really excited about it thought. I can't wait to post it. I've worked really hard on it and I think it's the best I've written so far. Here's a sneak peak:

"Can we please move along with this?"

Unwillingly, Patty obliged and made her way over to Danny. She bent down and ran her hand through his hair.

"Danny, sweetie, this nice man has come to adopt you and take care of you."

He looked to Jazz. They linked hands. "Ready," Jazz stated.

Patty bit her lip and looked at Vlad. He was simply standing there, giving Patty the privilege of delivering the bad news. She looked back at the siblings, sucked in a breath, and went for the plunge.

"Only Danny is going."

End Sneak Peak

Remember, I would appreciate ideas on who Lancer would call! Thanks for reading! Until next time,

God Bless!