Author's note: Okay, this was a short story I wrote and posted on my DeviantArt page with the title, "The Accident", to go along with the picture I made. I figured that this would be my first entry on , and a good place to start.

Please forgive me in advance for the amount of dialogue in the story... I've come to realize that it's easier for me to balance out dialogue and narration in my own stories than when I write fanfiction based off of a cartoon show.

With that behind me, here goes...


Danny was not planning on having a good day that Monday morning. Once again, there was school, and once again, his parents had kept him up with the racket in their laboratory.

It had been that way for several weeks, now. Since they began, neither Danny nor Jazz were allowed in the basement, although there was no doubt his sister would never set foot in there anyhow; since she had turned thirteen three years earlier, she had considered her parents to be crazy, and had begun to try and find different ways to convince them of letting their ghost hunting obsessions go.

Which was always easier than done.

Brrrrooooooommmm! Clank! Clank! Brrrrrrrrrr…

Danny groaned as he slipped his white t-shirt over his body and pulled his head through. "How long do they expect to keep this up?" he pouted. After a yawn, he slipped his socks over his feet and grabbed his red sneakers. "If I don't get some sleep soon, I won't last another day through school."

He checked his clock. It was currently seven thirty; he had half an hour to kill before needing to head out for school.

"Time for some breakfast and then a quick video game," the fourteen-year-old muttered tiredly as he grabbed his school bag and dragged his feet out of his room.

Jazz was already downstairs in the kitchen, reading another psychology book while chewing on some toast. Danny dropped his bag on the floor and sat at the table, where he poured some cereal into a bowl, followed by the milk.

"I wouldn't drink that if I were you," Jazz muttered without looking up from her book.

Danny held the open milk jug over his bowl but stopped before any of the liquid came out. He stared with a tired frown at his sister. "Well, you're not me, are you?" he replied stubbornly.

"Trust me, Danny; the milk is sour," his sixteen-year-old sister warned, finally looking up at him. "Dad left it out all night again."

The black-haired teenager blinked several times before finally pulling the jug towards his nose and taking a sniff. Immediately, his nose wrinkled and a look of disgust crossed over his face. "Oh, my gosh!" he exclaimed in revulsion. He placed his hand over his face and put down the jug. "Why does he keep doing that!"

"Because he's been staying up every other night, working on whatever it is in the basement," Jazz replied unenthusiastically. A frown crossed over her brow as she chewed on some more toast. "Out of all that parents I could have belong to, mine had to be crazy ghost hunters," she muttered irritably.

"At least they care enough to know we still exist," Danny replied as he stood up and went to dump the sour milk in the sink. "Look at it this way, Jazz; we could have been born to successful dipsticks who wouldn't care that their child is alive."

Jazz looked up at him and noticed that her brother's eyes were not only restless, but upset. Since they had been young, Jazz had learned how to read Danny's soft cornflower blue eyes. She knew when something was bothering him.

"Dad forgot to take you to the arcade again, didn't he?" she said sympathetically.

Danny turned the tap and poured some hot water into the milk jug. Once he had, he placed his hand against the opening and shook the jug, cleaning it out.

"Danny?"

"I'd rather not talk about it, Jazz."

"But he forgot. Again."

"Dad's just that way. It's no big deal; I'll go with Tucker after school or something. Or he'll download the playable version onto his PC at home."

But Jazz could tell that her brother was trying desperately to cover his disappointment. She wanted to hold him, like she could when they were children, but she knew that Danny would only push himself away from her.

"Danny…" Jazz began.

Suddenly, a great explosion from the basement caused the entire house to shake. Danny nearly lost his footing, thankfully not dropping the jug. Jazz gasped and reached out to catch a glass bowl as it fell from the counter.

"What the heck?" Danny exclaimed, tossing the jug into the sink and catching the toaster as the machine fell. "What are they doing down there?"

"They're going to tear down the house!" Jazz complained. She leaped to her feet and set the bowl down and stuck her head out of the kitchen doorway. "HEY! TWO CIVILIZED TEENAGERS ARE TRYING TO HAVE A CIVILIZED BREAKFAST HERE!" she hollered across the house.

There was a moment of silence before anyone answered back. "What was that, Sweetie?" her mother called from the basement.

"We didn't hear ya over that explosion!" her father added.

Jazz groaned loudly and pulled on her hair. "I'm going to go CRAZY if I don't find a way to make them grow up!" She turned into the kitchen again. "Danny, do you—!"

To her surprise, her little brother had pushed by her and dashed into the living room. There, he leaped over the couch and ran for the basement stairs.

Jazz stared at him in shock. "Danny, we're not allowed downstairs!" she warned. "Mom and Dad said so!"

"I don't care anymore!" Danny shouted back. "I want to see what it is that they're working on!"

"But Dad said—!"

"I forgot what he said, and I honestly don't CARE anymore!"

Jazz watched as he disappeared down the stairs before running after him. "Hey! Wait for me!" she shouted, dashing down the stairs. "Although I'm just keeping an eye on you… I'm not… interested in the least… of anything they're working on…"


Danny leaped over the two last steps and entered his family's basement. For as long as he could remember, his parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton, had transformed the basement into a giant lab. Everything that could possibly belong in any regular house was on the main floor, the second floor, or the attic.

Anything ghost-related was stored in the basement.

There had been nothing interesting to Danny in the basement, which was why he hardly went down there. All there was, were useless weapons, counters and lab tables, a computer system and strange devices Danny had never honestly discovered what their purposes were.

But that was before today.

Danny turned the corner and stopped in his tracks. Several metalworking tools were scattered over the basement floor, nearly causing the fourteen-year-old to slip. But when he raised his head, his eyes suddenly gazing upon the most amazing thing he had ever seen his parents build:

Where there was once a bare wall now stood a round hole. The entrance of the giant hole led several feet deep into the wall, creating a type of tube. Metal plates formed the frame of the hole, giving it an octagonal shape, while the inside was covered in smooth sheets of a silvery blue steel. Lines and designs were etched into it, giving each metal plate the look of a giant microchip of some sort.

Standing before this amazing sight were Danny's parents, both clad in their blue or orange jumpsuits. They had metal smoothing tools in their hands at the moment, using them to polish and even out the outside rim of the tunnel.

Danny's jaw dropped. It was the first time he had been so astounded by something his parents had done.

"Whooooooaaaaaaaa," Danny said in awe, just as his sister caught up to him.

"What's whoa?" Jazz wondered. "What are you—!" Her eyes suddenly fell upon the giant hole, and like her brother, she was immediately blown away. "Whoooooooooaaaaaa!"

Jack and Maddie pulled their tools away from the hole and raised their working goggles. They smiled At their children, not seeming the least bit upset that they were in the basement. "Like it?" Jack said proudly.

"Tell us what you think, kids!" Maddie added cheerfully.

Danny closed his gaping mouth and shared a look with his sister. "Uh… well…" he began. Scratching his head, the teenager looked at his parents once more. "It's, uh… Wh-what is it?"

"You mean you can't tell?" Jack said in shock, almost as though he would have expected his children to know.

Jazz frowned and crossed her arms. "Uh, we don't read the Ghost Digest, Dad," she said coolly.

Maddie put down her tool and beckoned her children to come over. "This, kids, is the greatest invention we've ever come up with," she said proudly, holding her arm out to the hole. When Danny was nearby, she placed an arm around his shoulders. "The link between our world and the Ghost World!"

"The Ghost World?" Jazz added sceptically.

Danny stared at the tube in odd fascination. "What's it called?" he wondered.

Jack beamed proudly as he and his wife answered in unison: "A Ghost Portal."

"A portal?" Danny echoed, now almost as enthralled as his parents were. "You mean this tube can connect the Real World to another one? With ghosts in it?"

Jazz groaned. "Danny, Ghosts don't exist, remember?" she said. "I thought you knew that already."

Danny looked at her. "Well, I do," he began.

"And I thought you were freaked out of them!"

"Well, I am…"

"Ha!"

"But it doesn't hurt to just ask, Jazz."

"This is crazy! Danny, ghosts are figments of everyone's imagination! They don't exist, therefore a world containing them would not exist either!"

"Well, technically, it's a Zone, Dear," Maddie corrected her. "A dimensional Zone. Kind of like the opposite to Earth."

Jazz lost her patience. "This is ridiculous, Mom! For the past several weeks, Danny and I have lost countless hours of sleep, and all because you and Dad are working on some dumb portal that is supposed to connect us to a zone that doesn't even exist?"

"It exists!" Jack argued. "We can prove it!"

His daughter crossed her arms again and glared at him. "Oh really?" she challenged. "And how are you going to do that? You just built this thing."

"But it works!"

"How do you know?"

Jack made a grimace and looked at his wife. Maddie gave a confident smile and held up a switch. "Jazz, Sweetie, we spent all night working on the last details, and we've finally got it functioning!" she said proudly. "With just the flick of this switch, we can open the portal, and our world and the Ghost Zone will be connected!"

While Jazz continued to grump, Danny, despite his slight fear of the paranormal, was becoming more and more curious about this said portal. He leaned towards the remote in his mother's arms and stared at it with bright eyes. "You mean, that thing will open the portal?" he asked.

Maddie grinned at him. "You want to see?"

Danny leaned back. "Uh—!"

"—If it means to prove how irresponsible and completely ridiculous my parents have become, then yes," Jazz interrupted. "Just get it over with! I need to get to school!"

Jack grabbed the remote from his wife and pointed it at the portal. "Then let's see this baby roll!" he exclaimed. "Jack Fenton, the world's greatest ghost hunter—!"

"More like the world's only ghost hunter," Jazz muttered in her brother's ear.

"—will now activate the Fenton Ghost Portal!" her father finished. "LET THERE BE AFTERLIFE!"

And he flicked the switch with his thumb.

Danny and Jazz stared at the device until a low hum filled the lab. Both teenagers turned their heads and gasped softly while staring at the Ghost Portal.

The hole began to fill with glowing lights. The designs inside its walls glow a dim blueish green.

"It's working, Maddie," Jack announced excitedly. "It's working! It's working! It's—!"

All of a sudden, there was a loud sputter. The sound made both Danny and Jazz jump back in fright. The lights in the portal were immediately put out, and the humming died away. Sparks flew for a split second.

The Fentons stared at it in complete shock.

"—not working," Jazz finished sardonically. She turned on her heels and walked back up the stairs. "Okay, then; if you guys are finished acting like children, I'll get my things ready and drive to school."

Jack and Maddie watched her leave before staring in complete disappointment at the portal. "But all the calculations were correct," Maddie announced sadly. "We did everything right. Why isn't it working?"

"Maybe you missed a step," Danny suggested with a shrug. "No big deal, Mom. Even the greatest of scientists make mistakes."

"Yeah," Jack replied, "But not ghost hunters." With slouching shoulders and sad eyes, the couple turned and dragged their feet back up the stairs.

Danny watched them leave in silence before staring at the portal. He cocked his head a little to one side and stared in fascination at the portal.

I wonder… what would be on the other side if it did work, he thought.


The fifteen-minute bell rang at quarter-after-eight throughout Casper High, Amity Park's public high school. By then, most students had already arrived, ready for classes, if not just standing around in the corridors, chattering away.

Like every other high school, there were social cliques that separated the student body. Groups such as the Football Stars, the Marching Band, Computer Nerds, the Bullies and the Bullied; the only thing that each group had in common was that they were either Popular… or unpopular.

Danny had been part of the Invisible Geek clique since he had begun his freshman year in September. Like in grade school, his timid and clumsy personality had made him a favourite to the bullies and popular students. He never considered himself smart, though his mother had told him countless of times that if he at least tried in his classes, he would ace them all. He never considered himself talented, which was why he didn't win at chess, nor played in the marching band.

In fact, Danny was one of the only students in Casper High that did not belong to any social clique… at all.

But thankfully for him, there were two things that made him feel slightly better about not belonging anywhere; and their names were Tucker Foley and Samantha "Sam" Manson.

His two, and only, best friends.

As Danny turned the corner and headed for his locker, he noticed his two companions leaning against it, talking softly about something. It made Danny grin, and almost had him feeling even the slightest luckier than anyone in the school: Tucker had been a full-fledged Techno-Geek since the school year had started, although he had been technology savvy for several years before that. His thick glasses, bright coloured clothes—which did not often match—and his beloved PDA had labelled him as a technology know-it-all at the beginning of their freshman year. Sam was part of the Goth community. Her dark clothing, long leather boots and dark mascara gave her stubborn, snappy and independent personality an instant label in September.

But despite the fact that they both belonged to different cliques, the one thing Danny truly admired from them was that they did not care. They considered themselves Goth or Techno, but they labelled themselves Danny Fenton's Best Friends over anything else.

Danny grinned weakly when he saw them in their usual place at his locker, and after checking for any signs of bullies, hoisted up his bag and walked towards them.

Tucker was currently writing something down in his PDA, with Sam looking over his shoulder. "Remember to put the word movie, beside the date," the girl instructed him. "The right date."

"Sam, I think I know how to use a PDA," Tucker replied flatly. "The thirteenth, right?"

"Yep."

"See? I'm not that clueless."

Danny walked up to them and sighed loudly. "Morning," he yawned, catching their attention.

Tucker and Sam looked up at his arrival and grinned. "Hey, Dude," Tucker greeted as he moved aside to let Danny get to his locker. "How was your night?"

"Please don't ask me that," Danny groaned, opening his locker up and stuffing his bag in it.

Tucker shared a concerned look with Sam before the goth leaned towards her best friend. "Danny, if you're not getting enough sleep, you should tell that to your parents," she suggested. Both she and Tucker were aware of Danny's parents' obsession with the paranormal, not to mention they knew that Danny had not had proper sleep for several weeks.

"Can't actually do that if they're in the basement twenty-four-seven," Danny replied as he pulled out his class binder.

Sam leaned back as Danny closed his locker. Tucker cleared his throat and placed his PDA in his bag. "So, Danny," he said, cracking a grin. His green eyes sparkled. "Tell me what the new game at the arcade is like." He tried referring from squirming like a giddy little child. "Come on, Danny; you can't hog all the goods! Tell me what it's like, Dude!"

Danny stared at him for a moment before looking at his binder. "I have no idea," he replied quietly.

Both of his friends stared at him in disbelief. Tucker pointed over his shoulder. "But, but you said your dad was going to take you yesterday," he noted. "You said so—!"

"Right, I said so," Danny answered, raising his eyes and frowning. "It doesn't mean it happened."

Tucker fell silent as he slowly lowered his arm.

"Dad forgot… again. He was busy with Mom in the basement."

Tucker's jaw dropped. Sam frowned and crossed her arms. "Honestly, Danny, when are you going to have the guts to remind him?" she scolded. "Everyone knows how forgetful your dad is, so why don't you remind him a few times?"

"Because a fourteen-year-old kid shouldn't need to remind his own dad about a simple outing, Sam," Danny argued.

"Oh, grow up, Danny; you're part of the age of rebellion. Teens do that kind of stuff!"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm not part of that clique either," he said, pointing at himself. He walked by his friends and headed towards class. "Besides, Sam; they finished what they were working on this morning, so Dad will probably be free for the rest of the week."

Tucker and Sam shared a curious look before dashing after their friend. "They finished?" Sam echoed.

"What was it that they were working on?" Tucker added.

Danny shrugged. "Something they called a Ghost Portal," he replied. "Apparently, it can connect our world to the Ghost Zone."

"Where the hey is that?"

"I don't know; all I know is that it's filled with ghosts, and not humans."

Sam leaned forward as they walked and looked at Danny. "So, did they show it to you?" she wondered.

Danny looked at her. "Yeah," he replied. "It's like a giant hole in the wall, like a half finished tunnel. It actually looks fairly advanced, and I almost thought that this invention would actually work."

"You mean, it's another fail?" Tucker guessed blankly.

"According to my parents' reaction, an epic fail, Dude."

"That reeks."

"Yeah. They tried turning it on to show Jazz and me, but all it did was spark and go out like a light bulb."

Sam ran off a few steps and stopped, causing both Danny and Tucker to do the same and stare at her. "Then, if it doesn't work, you mind if we come over after school and take a look at it?" she asked with a grin.

Danny stared at her in surprise before looking at Tucker. The black student already had the same excited look on his face that Sam had. Teeth bared in a wide smile, the geek nodded vigorously.

Danny became anxious. Nervously, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, I dunno, guys," he said worriedly. "My parents don't really like it when we let people come and check their lab out. Mom's worried we could get hurt."

"Oh, come on, Danny!" Tucker insisted, tugging on his best friend's shirt. "We promise we won't touch anything!"

"I don't know, Tucker…"

Sam clasped her hands together. "I brought my grandmother's old camera with me to school for a project," she said. "It would be so sweet if I got a picture of this portal, Danny!"

"Guys, my parents are gonna kill me," Danny argued, now frowning softly. "What part of that don't you understand?"

"Are they going to be home?" Tucker wondered.

His best friend looked at him. "Well… No," Danny replied. "Mom and Dad normally go out ghost scanning on Mondays. They shouldn't be back until at least dinner time—!"

"Then sweet!" Tucker pulled out his PDA and punched in a memo. "I'll call my parents at lunch hour and tell them that I'm going to be over at your place until dinner, working on a school project…"

Danny recoiled in shock. "B-but—!" he stuttered.

Sam ran over to Tucker. "Make sure to remind me to call my folks too!" she added.

"Guys—!"

"Got it typed in, Sam! 3:00, we are headed to Danny Fenton's house—!"

Danny lost his patience. "I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE!" he snapped. When both Sam and Tucker looked up at him, he crossed his arms and frowned. "What part of my parents will KILL me didn't go through your heads?"

"What part of we don't care didn't go through yours?" Sam argued.

"Guys, I can't invite you over into my parents' lab! What if one of Dad's inventions wakes up again and starts shooting you? How am I going to explain the death of my best friends to their parents? HOW WILL I SURVIVE HIGH SCHOOL?"

"Danny, get a grip, you Dip!" Sam groaned, reaching over and swatting the boy across the head. "We're curious, not stupid."

"Yeah; we just want to see the portal," Tucker added with a shrug. He made gestures with his hands: "Then, we'll be in and out before you know it."

Danny rubbed his chin thoughtfully before looking up at his best friends again. "In and out?" he echoed.

"Yep."

"Only to see the portal?"

"Yep."

"Nothing else?"

"Are we going to be doing this all day?" Sam sighed, placing her hands on her hips.

Danny looked at her before staring at Tucker again. Once the five-minute bell finally rang and people began dashing off to class, the boy sighed loudly and finally cracked a grin. "Okay," he gave in. "I'll show you guys the Ghost Portal. But then it's out. Capiche?"

"You got it!" Sam replied with an excited grin.

Tucker rubbed his hands together. "Oh, this is the sweetest day of my life!" he squealed.