A/N;

I had another idea for a DP fic, so here it is. I have a vague idea of where it's going, but other than that... kuhbleh. Bear with me. -grins-

Thanks in advance to any readers, reviewers, favers, alerters, etc. You guys pretty much rock.

Hope you enjoy the story.

-Rain

Green eyes snap open.

His head pounded, his body ached, and his mind jolted to a sluggish start as he sat up and brushed back strands of his hair. Man, he coughed a little, crimson spit hitting the pavement, what the hell happened to me?

He stands, snowy white hair falling over glowing orbs.

He leant against a nearby building for support, blinking rapidly and trying to clear his head. He couldn't remember fighting any ghosts; no fight scenes came to mind at all. The last thing he remembered was walking home from detention. It had been late afternoon... Lancer had kept him back for... for... right. The History assignment he never started. He'd just been walking home... that didn't explain why he'd passed out, or why the tingle of ectoplasm in his veins told him he was in his ghost form.

He considers changing back, but exhaustions forces him to stay in his ghostly form.

He stepped away from the wall in shock, glancing around hurriedly, heart pounding. Had anyone seen him? For the first time, he noticed where he was; a deserted alleyway, trash cans lining the walls. A furry rodent scurried fast, and Danny tried not to recoil away. Disgusting. Oh well, he could probably assume no one had seen him; he wasn't in some lab, being poked with needles or anything.

He sighs, relieved, but something else is gnawing at him.

Still, even though he wasn't at the mercy of the GIW or his parents, or anyone else, he couldn't shake the uneasiness that had settled in the pit of his stomach. Something had changed. He felt... different. Glancing up at the rapidly darkening sky, Danny decided he needed to get going. Unless his parents were preoccupied with some new ghost tech, they'd probably be worrying about him. Fighting tiredness, he tried forcing the blue rings to turn him back into Danny Fenton, but they stopped halfway up his arms before disappearing. Danny groaned, lifting himself into the air with some difficulty. Slowly but surely, he flew through the sky towards the bright neon sign that read 'Fenton Works', and phased through to his bedroom.

He realised his mistake a little too late.

Danny groaned and collapsed on his bed, feeling the sting of tiredness as he closed his eyes. He had to change back... had to walk through the front door as Danny Fenton... he pulled himself to a wobbly standing position and phased through the floor, flying out through the front door and collapsing on the pavement. Damn it.

He forced the blue rings to work, sighing with relief as Phantom turned into Fenton once more. Danny blamed the effort it took to change back on tiredness, and trudged inside once more.

Icy blue orbs flicker around searchingly.

He couldn't see his parents anywhere, or Jazz for that matter. "Hey, guys?" he called, walking a few paces forward, "I'm home!"

A loud boom sounded from the basement, followed by loud coughing. "Maddy! The Fenton Nose plugs still have a few kinks to work out before they're fully operational!" Jack yelled. "Danny! Come and help out!" Danny shook his head, Fenton Nose plugs?, and dragged himself upstairs to his bedroom. He wasn't feeling well enough to have all his parents' ghost equipment go off around him; he wanted to sleep. So that's what he did.

All thoughts flying from his mind, the halfa falls into a restless sleep. He doesn't understand what happened to him today, or why he is so exhausted, but he saves those worries for later. All that matters is chasing away the tiredness, so he closes his eyes.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure hovers over his house, a deadly, supernatural weapon cradled in his arms. He glares at the name inscribed on his parchment that has been there for a long time. Too long, in the figure's opinion.

He always got the souls on his list. The halfa has been loitering in this life for too long, frozen in-between life and death.

The Reaper has decided that it is time Daniel Fenton crosses over... permanently.

A/N;

Yeah... Okay. I know where this is going now.

R & R?