Disclaimer: If Danny Phantom belonged to me, there would be more than three seasons.

AN: Wow, it has been a long time. Sorry. I was pulled into other fandoms and it was hard to get back. Not to mention, until now, I didn't know where this fic was heading. Usually when I write something, I have an idea how it starts, what's the basic events that happen and how it ends. But before today, I had no idea what I wanted to do.

Figures the day I finally try to upload a chapter, the site has hardware failures. That's just how my luck is.

I recently got a Beta for this fic. So, I would like to thank Opin88 for looking over my story!

Man there was a lot of research for this one here. I wanted the basic outline of different memories, the right settings for certain parts, word for word dialog, make sure events didn't mess up too much of how it happened in canon. Of course, research means re-watching some episodes. Fun times (Not sarcasm)!

Man, this is a long one!

This chapter is just before Lucky in Love, but, since I didn't feel like going through the episode, I decided have Danny avoid it instead.

On with the story!

Chapter 9: Nightmares and Worries

At last, I fire two ecto-blasts at the freaky ghost caribou and rabbit, and with a satisfying poof, they disappear from the earth. With a victorious nod, I turn my attention Vlad who is staring at us with a calculation look that was soon replaced with a smirk. After sharing a confused glance with Mom, I glared a Vlad.

"What are you smirking at?" I growled, lighting my fists up with ecto-energy.

"Is this what you really want?" he asked with a smug look on his evil face. "We are the only two of our kind. We shouldn't fight with each other! There is so much we can accomplish if we work together! Oh, the things I could teach you! You won't have to struggle with your powers anymore! I'll show you everything! You won't have to worry about anything! Just say 'yes'."

There was something different about his speech. It wasn't the same as before. Wait? 'as before?' What is going on?

Noticing my confusion, Vlad walked over to one of the bookcases and he pulled out a blueish-green book.

"And since I know you won't willingly accept my offer, I built this!" he said smugly, picking up a large silver cannon-like gun. "Unlike the other one that erases memories, THIS one alters them! Now you'll be joining me whether you want to or not!"

And before Mom or I can react, he fired the weapon. It hit Mom and then as I ran towards her, the world faded to darkness as another beam made contact with me.

"No! Get away!" I yelled, feeling immobile. Only to realize I'm wrapped in a blanket. Looking around, I notice I'm in a elegant room with a large bed with what seems to be a canopy on the top. There is large windows that go from near the ceiling down to just above the floor, half covered by fancy curtains. Wait, are those PILLARS by the door? What sort of place has pillars in a bedroom? "Huh? What happened? Where am I?"

"You went into the training room with out telling me and had an accident, Little Badger." Vlad said with his permanent smirk on his face. "Scared your mother to death when she found you. I know you want to get better, but I told you that you need to wait till I return from work."

Wasn't he supposed to ask about me sleepwalking?

"Wait, what?" I asked in confusion. "Why am I here?"

"Why, your training, of course. You've been training with me for a year." he answered, as if it was obvious. "Now get some sleep. You still have training in the morning, my son."

Before I could say anything, he was out the door, and the next thing I knew, the world was spinning.

"Ahh!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I look wildly around to see that I'm in my room. Breathing heavily, I wipe the sweat off my forehead. It was a dream. It was all a dream. A look at my alarm clock shows it is 2:17 AM. Deciding I need some air, I transformed to my ghost half and shot out of the wall while intangible.

The cool air and wind blowing through my hair quickly calmed me down. Flying always does that.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a flash of lights coming from the park. Deciding I might as well check it out, I change my course towards the patch of trees. Getting closer, I see that my parents are fighting the Lunch Lady.

"Need some help?" I asked.

"INVISO-BILL!" Mom yelled, spinning around and aiming one of her weapons at me.

"What?" I asked in confusion. "Mom, It's me; Danny!"

"Liar!" Dad shouted, also aiming at me.

"Our son isn't some putrid, evil ghost!" Mom sneered. "We would know if he was!"

"What are you talking about?" I ask in concern. "You found out I was half ghost last week when Vlad tricked us to go to his chalet in Colorado."

"No such thing happened." she screamed at me. I absentmindedly noticed that the Lunch Lady had made her escape while we were arguing. "Now why are you pretending to be our son, ghost?"

"But I am your son!" I yelled, not understanding what's going on. "I'm telling you the truth!"

"You got to the count of three to tell us what you're up to or we will capture you and tear you part molecule by molecule!" Dad snarled.

"I'm not up to anything!" I cried. "I don't know what's going on here!"






As soon as the first shot was fired, I was flying out of there as fast as I could.

Suddenly, as I flew closer to the nasty Burger, the sky turned a sick green color and there was a faint odor in the air that vaguely smelt of smoke and … Nasty Sauce?

As I neared the teen hangout, I saw that it was mainly rubble. And there was a large figure floating near it laughing at a group of people tied to the boiler. On closer inspection, I saw that it was my family, friends and Mr. Lancer. Filled with rage, I shot towards them as fast as I could. Not caring that I had just left my parents at the park.

Before I realized what I was doing, I shouted, "Hey, old man! Ready for a blast from your past?!"

I could see the shock on his face as I punched him off into the sky and he disappeared into the green, swirling clouds. As soon as he was out of sight, I flew to group of people tied to the boiler.

"Don't worry," I said that reassuringly and determinedly. "I won't turn into that, ever! I promise."

I turned into what?! How?When?

I seemed to have just noticed Mr. Lancer, who in return, blinks twice. "I think this sorta explains my periodic absences, huh?"

The way I said it made it seem like he didn't know I'm half ghost. What is going on?!

Before anything else is said, green ecto-energy wraps around my waist and tugs me backwards. As I fly back, it wraps around my arms as well. I come face to face with a monster. No, the thing a monster fears. He seems to be in some sort of suit that is similar to my own, except there are hints of Vlad there as well. He has flaming hair and a pale greenish skin. His eyes are blood red and he had a symbol on his chest that looked like a D with a P inside it. I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding when I saw it.

As he grabs the front of my suit, I glare at him and say, "What are you going to do? Waste me? What happens to you, then?"

At this, he replies with a deep, sinister voice. "You don't get it, do ya? I'm still here. I still exist. That means you still turn into me."

My mind went blank at his words. He was lying. He had to be. I had never considered the fact that I might turn evil. I've always been the good guy. And I certainly never used my powers to harm anyone!... Okay, sure, there were the pranks, but that doesn't really count, right? I look down to see that I had the same symbol on my chest that he had.

He pulls back his arm as if to punch me. Only, he sneers at me instead. "You're causing me a lot of trouble."

That doesn't seem right. It isn't supposed to happen this way. But I know that this hasn't happened before. Or is it yet?

"WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?! How did I turn into– Into..." I've had it. I have to know what is going on!

He smirked at me and said"Well, what happened is that when your parents and Mr. Lancer found out, you altered the original time-line to much for me to exist. So, I am going to put it back on it right course. And to do that, I'll be killing all those you care about."

I glared at him and growled out. "But, if what you say is true, then if you kill my family, then you'll be killing your family?"

"Why not?" he laughed. "I've killed millions before. Besides, my family" he spat, "died ten years ago."

"What about all that stuff from before, with Vlad and my parents. Was that all you? All so you can, what? Make me insane, like you?"

"Not at all, that was all you; your nightmares. Now what I have planned for you is much different. You will know what it is when it happens, but then again, you never were that smart... but you'll have to wait a bit before you turn into me, though. I'm not that cruel. I'll let you enjoy your last weeks with your family and friends." he said, mockingly. He lit a finger with ecto-energy and pressed it against the left side of my collarbone, burning my flesh. "But first, you need to Wake up!"

I shot out of bed and transformed into my ghost half in a fraction of a second. With a quick scan of my surroundings, I see that I'm back in my room. 'But for how long?' I ask myself. As I stand there, I wait for something to happen. Anything. Whether it is me from the future– no! That freaky ghost from my last dream is not me! I look around to see if he is going to attack, or if I am going to wake up again. I'm not sure which I'm expecting.

I suddenly notice a stinging on collarbone, without wasting a moment, I flung myself towards my mirror, transforming back to my human half in mid-step. When I'm at the mirror I yank on my shirt, subconsciously turning it intangible. Once the shirt was out of the way, I look at my reflection. On my shoulder is a burn, but not a normal burn where the flesh looks angry, red, and blotchy. No, this burn was as if the flames were imprinted onto my skin. And it definitely wasn't red. It was neon green just like HIS ecto-energy. In this low lighting, it looked like the flames were dancing. Glowing. I stared in horror at the burn, only for it to fade away as if it was never there, and the pain left with it. 'Was it really there, am I just imagining this? Is this just another dream? Just like the others?'

'Does Mom and Dad still know I'm half ghost?' I ask myself while pulling a shirt back on, 'Or was that a dream, too?'

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a white flame. Only for it to disappear when I turn to look.

Deciding that I'll get no where just standing here, I turn intangible and invisible and fly out of the building. As I roam around the city, I make sure to scan my surroundings for anything out of the ordinary. So far, all seems normal.

'What happened these past few days. Did Mom, Dad, Jazz and Lancer really find out? I have to know!'

I can only think of one place where there is proof of them finding out. Casper High School. Or more specifically, Mr. Lancer's classroom. As the school comes into sight, I fly over to see that there is a pile of rubble on the grass and plastic covering a section of the wall. 'So they really know. And he's going to attack in a few weeks- NO! THAT WAS A DREAM! IT DIDN'T HAPPEN! Or... is this a dream?…'

I shake myself from my thoughts as I hear the sound of a blast from an ecto-gun, and a cold chill bubbled out of my throat. I dodge to the left only to see that there is nothing there. Searching around expecting to see the flaming ghost, only, instead, I see that there seems to be a battle going on at the football field. I turn invisible and go to see what is going on. After all, it can't hurt to be cautious. As I land on the bleachers still invisible, I see that Mom and Dad are fighting Johnny, Shadow, and Kitty, Who seem to be in middle of an argument.

"So Johnny, just how pretty are they?" Kitty spat as she fired a ghost ray at my Mom, who dodged out of the way. "Huh, Johnny?"

"There just pretty, Doll." Johnny replied back, I could hear his frustration clearly in his voice. He dodged to the right and punched Dad in the chest.

"Do you think that they're prettier than me?" She screamed out, using her telekinesis to fling a discarded ecto-gun in Mom's direction, but being too busy, glaring at Johnny to aim properly.

'Now is a good time as any to step in.' I thought, 'especially if Johnny will answer that.'

"Well, Baby–" he starts to say as Dad charges up a blast. Just before I jump into the fray, I see out of the corner of my eye that the bleachers on the other side of the field are nothing but rubble, only they go back to normal when I turned to look. Ignoring that, I fly between the five of them and I throw up a shield the size of a wall, yelling, "What is going on here?!"

"Danny!" Mom stated in shock. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

I briefly let my shoulders sag in relief. They knew, then I replied with a quick, "Couldn't sleep."

As soon as I say that, my shoulder tenses again as I feel a burning pain on my shoulder. I instinctively knew that if I looked at my shoulder, then the green burn would be back.

'But was that dream real, then?'

"Wait," Johnny said, staring at my parents, "They know?"

"Yeah. I revealed myself when I had to save my Mom." I said, while rubbing the back of my neck. "What the hell man? I thought we had a deal? I let you and Kitty come to the real world for dates and stuff as long as you don't cause trouble!"

I had caught him sneaking around the lab a few weeks back. When I saw that he was trying to take a portable Fenton Portal, I made the deal with him. It seemed better than always chasing after them, only to learn they were just on a date and had no intention to cause trouble.

"But we weren't doing anything!" Johnny defended himself rather defensively. "We just going around town, looking at the sights, then Kitty got angry about something and wouldn't talk to me for hours, so finally, we started arguing about ten minutes ago and these two turned up about five minutes after that!"

"So I was just angry about something?" She screeched. "I'll tell you what I'm angry about! Every time we come here, all you seem to do is check out other girls!"

'Now were getting somewhere.' I thought to myself. Johnny was just about to say something when I held up my hand.

"Alright," I looked at Kitty. "First, you need to remember that Johnny is a guy. And most guys can't help but check out girls, forget stuff, and act tough. We're idiots like that. Just remember that Johnny will always love you. And Johnny, try to pay more attention to Kitty. Girls like to know how important they are to their boyfriends. Besides, do you really want to spend the rest of eternity with Kitty upset with you? I heard that forever's a long time."

At my words, Johnny and Kitty both looked thoughtful and Shadow sunk below Johnny's feet. Looking behind me, I saw Mom and Dad gaping at me. Who knew I'd be giving relationship advice? I'm so glad Jazz decided to talk to me about girls after the school dance where Sam turned into a Dragon.

"Look, Kitty," Johnny said after a few seconds of silence. "I'm sorry. The kid's right. I should pay more attention to you. You are the most important person to me. It's time I showed you that more."

"Thanks, Johnny, that would be nice." Kitty smiled, before she said sternly. "And you can occasionally, Occasionally, look."

"Thanks, Doll." Johnny smiled. The two hugged each other.

"Alright, you two." I said after they shared their moment. "Back into the Ghost Zone, for now. You guys can come back in a few days. But, if you cause any trouble, then I'm throwing the three of you back into the Ghost Zone. Got it?"

Johnny looked like he wanted to argue, but at seeing the look that Kitty was giving him, he nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry, Danny," Kitty said, "I'll keep him in line."

"I'll hold you to it." I said, "Just out of curiosity, what would you have done if I didn't help you?"

"Honestly," Kitty said, sheepishly. "I was thinking of overshadowing that spooky chick in black to make Johnny jealous."

"Sam?" I asked in surprise. "How would that make him jealous?"

I heard my parents say, "Clueless." behind me, but I ignored that.

"You like her," she said as if it was obvious. "And I would have gotten you to date me so that Johnny would have noticed me."

"First off," I said, ignoring Johnny's growl, "Sam is my best friend, I don't like her like that. Secondly, don't overshadow her, or any of my friends. Or family. Actually, don't overshadow anyone here unless it is absolutely necessary. Got it?"

"Yes, Danny." Kitty said, when Kitty jabbed Johnny in the ribs, he said, "Sure thing, dude."

"Now let's go. It's about 4:30 in the morning and my parents have been up all night, we should let them get some sleep."

With that, Johnny and Kitty jumped on Johnny's motorcycle and flew off in the general direction of Fenton Works. 'They'd better not take a detour.'

"Danny," Mom said, bringing my gaze back to my parents. "What was all of that about?"

"I'll answer that at home." I replied, rising in the air. "I'm going to make sure that they do go back into the Ghost Zone. See you guys at home."

Before they can say anything else, I turn invisible and shoot after the two teenage ghosts. It was only after I was sure that they were back in the Ghost Zone did I turn visible again and change to my human form. Knowing that it'll take about 10 minutes for my parents to get back, I head to the kitchen to get some cereal. However, while I eat, my mind can't help but to drift back to the last part of my dream.

'Was that really the future? Was that really me? NO! Of course it wasn't! I'm just shaken up from the past few days. There is no way that it was real. But what if it was? What if he really is going to attack in some odd weeks? NO! IT. WAS. A. DREAM!... But what if I'm putting my family and friends in danger by ignoring this warning?'

That shut up the part of me that was in denial.

'It can't hurt to prepare. Besides, if it was all a dream, at least I'll be ready for the next major ghost who will attack. If I'm not dreaming now, that is.'

Just as I'm rinsing the milk out of the bowl, I hear the Assault Vehicle pull up and as I set the bowl on the counter by the sink, the front door opens. I walk over to greet them. As soon as I saw them, they were wrapped in green ectoplasm and their mouths were covered. Although, in a flash, it was gone.

"Hey sweetie," Mom greeted me as we went to the couch in the living room. I forced myself to ignore the flashes. "What was that back there? You seem to know those two ghosts... And what was this deal you were talking about?"

"Those were Johnny 13 and Kitty." I explained. "I told you about them, remember?"

At my question, Mom slowly nodded. "The one who was Jazz' s boyfriend? Wait, THAT was him?"

I didn't really expect Mom to get angry. Then again, I probably should have. After all, I did tell her that Johnny was trying to get Jazz to wear Kitty's stuff so Kitty can take over Jazz's body.

"Don't worry," I hastily said. "I made sure that they knew to never try anything like that ever again."

"Okay then." Mom said, but she was still doubtful.

"And as for the deal," I continued. "as long as they stay out of trouble, I won't bother them when they go on dates here in the real world, but if they do make any trouble, I catch them then kick them back to the Ghost Zone. I don't let them come back here until they prove that they're trustworthy again."

"But how will you know if they do come back here after you ban them?" Dad asked curiously.

"Tucker built a device that can detect certain ecto-signatures and set them up at random places around Amity Park. Right now, they're off-line, but if I ban Johnny, Shadow, and Kitty, we'll turn them back on."

All of a sudden, Mom cuffs the side of my head.

"Ow!" I yelped, and moment later, the burning flashed back, but it left as fast as it came. "What was that for?"

"That, Daniel Fenton," Mom said sternly. "was for cursing in front of your mother. I know that a lot of teenagers your age curse, but I will not tolerate you cursing in front of me!"

"Yes ma'am." I salute. Mom just rolls her eyes.

"Now to the most important question." Mom said, giving me a searching look.

"Are you alright?" Mom asked. "You look really pale, well more pale then you have been since the accident."

I freeze. I didn't really think about bringing up my dream to anyone. Sure I said I'm going to prepare for the worst, but I hadn't considered telling anyone else.

"Danny?" Mom broke me out of my stupor. "What is it?"

'If I am going to fully prepare. I need them to be alert as well. They need to know everything.'

"Well you see," I started out nervously. "I- I had this- this dream. Well, more like a nightmare."

"So it's not a ghost, but some silly nightmare?" Dad whined.

I know that Dad is really worried and is trying to help in his own weird way, but his remark makes me snap. I was on my feet, pacing around before I knew what I was doing.

"It's not some NIGHTMARE! This is serious, Dad. Something major might be going on and I'm not even sure what's re– I don't know what to do." I didn't realize I was yelling till my shoulder started to flare in pain again.

"Hush, Jack." Mom chided. "Can't you see something really scared Danny?"

I want to deny that, but before I can open my mouth, I realize that I really am scared. 'What if I become him? What if I kill millions of people?'

"Now, what do you mean 'you're not sure–'" Mom begins to ask before she gets interrupted.

"What's all the racket?" Jazz asked, sleepily. "You do realize it's nearly five-thirty in the morning?"

"Something spooked your brother, Princess." Dad told Jazz. She whips her head to stare at me in concern.

"What happened?" my sister demanded. Pushing me back into the couch.

"He had a nightmare and I was just asking him what doesn't he know." Mom asked.

"What do you mean?" Jazz asked, looking between the two of us.

"He was saying something, then changed what he was saying mid-word." Mom explains to Jazz before she turns to me and asks me gently, "What don't you know, Danny?"

I lean forwards and put my face in my hands. I don't know what to do. Should I tell them the truth? If they knew, they would just worry even more. 'That is if it's even them. But if if is, they need to know that something's wrong with me.'

With that thought, I come to a decision. I decide to tell them everything like I said I would earlier. I sit up, but I don't meet any of their eyes. Instead, I focus on my hands.

"I don't know what's…" I began. Then, I gather my courage and finish. "I don't know what's real and what's not."

'There. I said it.'

We sat there in silence for what seemed like forever and even then, my eyes wouldn't leave my hands.

To my right, I hear some shuffling before I feel a hand on my shoulder. "What do you mean by that?" Mom asked.

Taking a deep breath, I look at them to find that they were all looking at me with deep concern.

"I probably should start from the beginning, huh?" I ask, trying not to look in Jazz's direction, who was currently floating a foot off the ground.

"That'll probably be best, Son." Dad said, surprisingly soft.

"It started off like a normal dream." I began. "We were back in Colorado, Mom and I and we had just beaten those ghost animal hybrids, we turned to fight Vlad." As I said this, I saw my dad's expression go dark at the mention of his old best friend. "Like when we were there last week, he went off on a speech of why I should join him, except that it wasn't the same speech."

"What do you mean?" Jazz asks, moving side to side while she is still in the air. "What were the words he used?"

"I don't remember all the words." I snapped at her and the burning returned. I grabbed my shoulder in pain. "AND WOULD YOU STOP FLOATING?!"

"But, Danny," Mom said gently, "She isn't floating."

I abruptly turn to look at Jazz, only to see that her feet were firmly on the ground the whole time. I lean forwards again and rub my face with my hands. 'What is going on?"

"Did something hurt your arm?" Mom asks me as she looks at my hand that's clutching my shoulder.

"I…" I say, "I'm not entirely sure."

"Maybe you should continue." Dad says as he places a hand on my uninjured shoulder. I nod before continuing.

"As he finished, I couldn't help but think that his speech wasn't like before and I was wondering why there was a before. I guess that I was, I don't know, becoming self-aware or something. Like I sorta knew that it was a dream or something. Anyway, after he said his speech, instead of waiting for me to talk, he went straight for the bookcase and pulled out a different ecto-gun, not the yellow one. Then he said that since he knew I wouldn't accept his offer he built a weapon that, instead of erasing memories, it alters them instead. Then he said I'll be joining him wether I want to or not. Before we could do anything, he shot that weapon at us. And everything went dark."

As I look up at them and I can see their surprise and concern.

"When I woke up, I wasn't in my room, but I was in the room I slept at when we were at the reunion." I said. I could see their confused looks. "And it started off like what happened after my first fight with Vlad. Except when he came in, he didn't start talking about me sleepwalking, like at the reunion. Instead, he said I shouldn't use his training room without telling him. He also said that Mom was there, too."

"Why would you use his training room?" Jazz asks, looking a little worried. 'What is she worried about?'

"When I asked what was I doing there," I say and notice that she looks a little relieved when I start talking. I then remember that had I snapped at her the last time she spoke. Pushing the guilt away for later, I continued talking. "He said that I was there for training and that I had been there for a year."

All three of them look at me in surprise.

"I know, it was weird." I said to them. "After that, I woke up in my room this time."

"So after that you found us at the school, right?" Dad asks, as if he just had a breakthrough.

"Hold on," I say, holding up a hand in a stop gesture. "I'm not done yet."

"But you said you woke up in your room." Dad says, as if it explained everything.

"Let Danny finish." Mom cut Dad off before he could continue talking. "What happened next, sweetie?"

"Well," I start the next part of my tale. "everything looked normal and I figured that I just had a nightmare. The clock said that it was 2:17 AM and I decided to go flying."

"You've been awake for three hours?" Mom scolds, "Why didn't you say something?!"

"I thought you had just told Dad to let let him finish?" Jazz says with a raised eyebrow.

"Anyway, as I was flying around, I saw some flashes near the park and I decided to go and check it out." I continue on, as if I wasn't interrupted. "When I got closer, I saw that it was you two fighting the Lunch Lady."

"But at 2:15, we were fighting the Box Ghost near the mall." Dad commented in confusion.

"You were still dreaming," Mom says in understanding, "weren't you?"

I nod before I start talking again. "I asked if you needed help, but you started calling me 'Inviso-bill' and 'Ghost' like you didn't know that I'm half ghost. I told you that it was me, but you just told me to stop pretending to be your son and then you guys started shooting at me."

I can't stop the tears form welling up in my eyes and, to my surprise, I feel three pairs of arms wrap around me. "Don't worry, Danny." Mom said, "We know you're half ghost and we love you all the same."

"Thanks." I smile gratefully at them. Gathering myself together, I continue the story.

"After that," I say, with a more clear voice, "I just flew out of there as fast as I could. When I neared the Nasty Burger, the sky turned green and I could smell both smoke and Nasty Sauce, but when I looked at the Nasty Burger, it was a mess, like it exploded or something."

I'm not sure if I can go on. I don't want them to know that I– that I turn into… that thing.

"What is it, Son?" Dad asked gently.

'I have to tell them, I need to warn them. I need to save them!'

"There was a figure floating by the building, and there were some people tied to the boiler in the Nasty Burger with ecto-energy wrapped around them"

Jazz gasps and the three of us looked at her in confusion. "When the Nasty Sauce gets overheated, it explodes! So who ever is tied to that boiler will die if it gets too hot!"

"Son," Dad says urgently, his skin turning HIS pale green. I try hard to ignore it, but I felt the color drain from my face anyway "did you see who they were?"

I nod my head and I know that if I were to look at my face, I would have a haunted look. Quietly, I say, "You guys. You three, along with Sam, Tucker, and Mr. Lancer."

They look at me in shock. However, I continue talking.

"But, then, I start talking," I say, "I have no idea why I said what I said. It was almost like I was reliving a memory. I called him an old man and asked if he was ready for a blast from the past, whatever that meant. I then flew at him and rammed him, causing him to fly off. After that, I went to talk to everyone who was tied to the boiler. I said not to worry and that I won't turn into that."

"Turn into what?" Jazz interrupts me to ask. At our expressions, she says, "Right, shutting up now."

"And then I started to talk to Mr. Lancer like he didn't know that I'm half ghost, but before I could get you guys loose, The guy was back and he used the same thing that had tied you to the boiler to pull me back. It was then that I saw what he looked like. He had pale green skin and his hair was a bunch of white flames. He was wearing a black and white suit that had some sort of logo on his chest. His eyes were red and he had fangs like Plasmius.

"When I was near him, I asked him if he was going to waste me, and if he did, then what will happen to him."

"What do you mean by that?" Mom asked. "How would that affect him?"

"His exact words are "You don't get it, do ya? I'm still here. I still exist. That means you still turn into me.'" I recite, hollowly.

They all stare at me, horrified, But, thankfully, from their expressions, I can tell that they aren't afraid of me.

"He was just about to punch me," I continue on "but then, he started talking to me, not part of the memory, dream, or what ever that was, but to me."

"What did he say?" Dad asks, surprisingly not really loud. He finally turns back to his original color.

"He said that mom, dad and Mr. Lancer finding out, altered the original time line to one where he didn't exist. He said that he was going to change it back."

"Did he say how you…" Jazz starts to ask.

"How I turn into him?" I ask, Jazz nods, her face tinged red. My shoulder flares in pain and I instinctively grab it again.

"Are you sure you didn't get hurt?" Mom asks, looking at my hand.

"I'm getting to that part." I say, as the pain fades. "He said that I turn into… well, he wasn't very clear on how it happened, but he said that I turn into him after everyone I care about dies."

"Then we'll just have to not die!" Dad says, confidently. "That should be easy! I've been doing that for over forty years!"

"But Dad," I shout. "He said that he, himself, will kill you guys! He said that he already killed millions of people!"

"Just tell us what happened next, Danny." Mom says firmly, giving Dad a look to be quiet.

"He said that he has a plan that will turn me into him, That I would recognize when it happened, but then again I might not. He also said that he'll let me have my last weeks with my family and friends." I say, fear written clearly on my face. "Then, he burnt me on the shoulder."

As soon as I say that, Mom, starts pulling up my shirt to get a look at my shoulder.

"Hey!" I yelp. "It's not hurting now!"

"But it was earlier." She says, while examining my uninjured shoulder, pulling the shirt off completely.

"Anyway, after he burnt my shoulder, he told me to wake up and next thing I knew, I was in my room."

"So," Dad asks, "That's when you woke up?"

"Yeah." I say after a bit of hesitation.

"Okay," Jazz asks seriously. "Why did you just hesitate?"

"When-" I say, slowly. "when I first woke up, my shoulder was hurting, so I looked at it in the mirror."

"And?" she demands after I stop talking.

"There was a burn... but not like any burn I've ever seen. For one, it was green." I state.

"Green?" Jazz asks in surprise. "You mean green as in ghost powers, green?"

"Yeah," I said, "but it didn't look like a burn. Do you know what the ecto-energy looks like?"

Jazz gives me a questioning look. Rolling my eyes, I light up my right hand.

"Oh," she says. "It looks like fire. Green fire."

I nod. "It looked like that was imprinted on my shoulder."

They all look at me with horror.

Suddenly, the pain is back. I hear them gasp. Looking down at my chest, I see that I once again have the ecto-energy fused to my skin. However, as quickly as it came, it fades away once again.

"Yeah." I say after we go silent for a little bit. "That's been happening off and on since I woke up."

"And the not sure what is real part?" Mom asks, quietly.

"Also," I say, equally quiet, "Since I woke up, I've been seeing things. At first, it was just out of the corner of my eye, like maybe white fire or rubble where there wasn't any, but when you came back home from the school, you guys were tied up with ecto-energy right in front of my eyes."

"And didn't you say Jazz was floating?" Mom asks me, staring at me in concern. All of a sudden, her eyes turn blood red. I quickly look at Jazz.

"Yeah, for about a minute." I say, stubbornly not looking at her.

"What is it, Danny?" Jazz asks, touching her face, not sure if I was seeing something on her or something on Mom.

"Mom." I say, hesitantly. "She has red eyes."

Jazz snaps her head to Mom's direction and I can hear Dad doing so as well.

"They look fine to me," Dad says, thoughtfully.

"You should get some more sleep, Danny" Mom tells me softly, eyes still glowing red.

I shake my head, looking at the clock. "School starts in about an hour."

"Maybe you should stay home today." She argues.

"I can deal with it, Mom." I tell her firmly. I've missed enough school as it is.

"Okay, but if it gets any worse," Mom says sternly, "you tell us right away. Got it?"

"Yes, Mom." I agree, her eyes turning her normal purple color.

"Now," Mom says while turning to Jazz, "Will you tell Sam, Tucker, and Mr. Lancer?"

I wanted to protest, but I figured that I'll be able to ask them if something is real or not. Besides, if it comes to it, they'll be able to stop me from attacking anyone.

"I'll drive you." Jazz says as she walks towards the stairs.

"I'd rather fly." I say, also walking towards the stairs. "It helps me clear my mind."

"Alright." She said, doubtfully. "I'll see you at school, then."

Closing my locker, I walk over to Mr. Lancer's classroom. Thankfully, since Mom and Dad spent all of last night hunting ghost, they caught the usual ghosts who disturb my morning. So, I only had to fight one ghost along the way to school and it was one of the easier, animal shaped ones. Also, since I'm here so early, the halls are nearly empty. As I reach Mr. Lancer's classroom, I am surprised to see that the door is closed. I look through the window on the door to see that he is talking to Jazz, Sam, and Tucker. The three students still have their backpacks with them, 'I guess they came straight here instead of going to their lockers.' Seeing me through the window, Jazz gestures for me to come inside. I come in and close the door just in time to hear Jazz say that the evil ghost was me. They gasp and I couldn't help but to flinch. Perfect timing. I think to myself sarcastically. In the reflection of the windows, I see that I have an almost tortured look on my face.

"Did you tell them about…" I didn't want to even mention it in my head, let alone say it out loud.

"Not yet." she says sympathetically. She then turns to the other three and Lancer seems to have turned into a statue. Under his feet is a stone pedestal that has the words 'Gone' written on it. Trying to ignore that, I swiftly walk to my usual desk and sit down. I put my head down on the desk and pull the hood of the grey hoddie I decided to wear today over my head. I then absentmindedly listen to Jazz explain as I stare out the window.

I didn't know that I had fallen asleep till I heard the door open as Sam, Tucker, and Jazz walk out of the room. I then raise my head to see that a normal looking Mr. Lancer is shuffling papers on his desk. He seems a little nervous. 'Is he scared of me? I know he doesn't know me as much as my friends and family do, so I guess that makes sense.' I think to myself miserably. I rub my face in frustration before putting my head back in my arms on the desk. I guess I should keep my distance then.

However, next thing I know, I hear a "Danny?" coming from right next to me.

Looking up, I see that Mr. Lancer is looking at me in concern.

"Yes?" I ask in confusion.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"Yeah," I said, trying to put as much confidence in my voice as I can, but, even to my ears, it sounds hollow and dejected. "I'm fine."

"I know that it's a little frightening," he said, "but I know that you would never become that."

"How can you be sure?" holding back as much fear from my voice as possible. "We don't know everything that led up to him."

"I know that because" he said with conviction. "I know that you care about people. If you didn't, you wouldn't be sacrificing so much to protect us. You would do anything in your power to keep us safe."

"Still," I say, "Sometimes things would be a lot simpler if I wasn't half ghost. Sometimes I wish I wasn't Danny Phantom."

Before Mr. Lancer can reply to that, we hear a gasp coming from the door. We then spin to look at the door only to see…


AN: Sorry, I know I said I wasn't going to leave any more cliffies, but, as you can see, this is a really long chapter already. So, I decided to leave it here for now and try not to write any more cliffies in the future. Besides, I need to go to a place with internet before I go to catch a bus in an hour.

I only decided to add Dan Phantom to this fic while writing the second dream part with the training with Vlad part. I hadn't really considered it before. I hope it isn't too bad.

Anyway, thanks for reading and sticking with me after so long.

Until next time,