Spy Guy: So I wanted to do this to celebrate the i year anna versayr thingy that's coming up. this story is almost a year old. So I decided to improve it a bit. Tee! In a hurry. Hope you enjoy. :D

Diclaimer: I dont' own Danny Phanotm...or velcro. (even though it;s not in this story.)


There was a horrible feeling in the pit of Danny's Fenton's stomach. It was the feeling you get when something bad is going to happen, and you are powerless to stop it.

The boy straightened himself from his cramped position in the GAV, stretching out his muscles and staring at the boring countryside. There was tall grass as far as the eye could see, wild, untamed…, and more boring than cows. Danny gave a loud yawn, and shut his eyes once more. When his parents had told about their annual family vacation, he imagined Florida, or California. Colorado was second on his list of places he really didn't want to be, competing only with Wisconsin, home of the evil Vlad Masters. The boy had reminded his mother of what happened there, but she shrugged it off and simply told him not to worry, before continuing her packing. Jazz had talked to them constantly…to no avail.


So here they were, all four members of the Fenton family, crammed into the Ghost Assault Vehicle, headed to a campground in the middle of the Rocky mountains.

Danny shifted once more, his eyes blinking open, realizing that all attempts at sleep were futile. He sighed, resting his chin on his fist, and staring at the back of the seat in front of him. It was then that his sister spotted him in his dull mood. Ever the caring heart, Jazz smiled warmly and jokingly asked her brother,

"So, Danny. You're not going to go crazy this time, are you?"

The boy allowed himself a weak chuckle, turning to the girl.

"Hey." He smiled. "Aren't I allowed to be a little bit worried?"

"Is this about Vlad?" The girl asked.

"Yeah…" The boy sighed. "He has a cabin somewhere up here. I told you that, didn't I?"

"Yes you did." Jazz replied. "But don't worry little brother. I'm sure we'll stay far away from it as possible."

Danny couldn't help but feel better as his sister placed her hand on his shoulder.


When they arrived, Maddie and Jack quickly set up camp, inflating the tents, and putting the ghost hunting equipment in a tree so a bear couldn't get it. (Forget the fact that the food was lying out for all to see.) The camp was set near a calm clear river that stretched over the horizon. Danny kneeled on the bank, splashing his face with the cool water, and sighing deeply, hoping the feeling in his stomach would go away.

It didn't.

The boy then took off his shoes and socks, putting his feet into the soothing cold, holding his arms around his body, trying to get the feeling to go away. Unknown to him, Jazz had been watching, staring at her little brother's troubled expression.

"He's scared…" She whispered to her mother. Maddie turned from the sleeping bag she was unfolding and frowned.

"I was afraid of this…" The woman sighed. "I know he's very sensitive, but…I didn't think he was this bad."

"Maybe he just needs to lighten up." Jazz smiled, her eyes wandering over to her father as he desperately tried to untangle the line of a Fenton fisher.

"Hey dad." She called. "Why don't you and Danny go fishing while mom and I go into the woods to get firewood?"

The man turned from what he was doing, and cocked his head in confusion.

"You two in the woods all by yourselves?" He asked. "There are wild animals out there. You could get hurt without a man to help you."

Maddie glared at her husband, placing her hands firmly on her hips as she stood up.

"Jack, I'm very capable of taking care of myself." She snapped. "You and Danny should go fishing. He could use some cheering up. This is a good chance for some fatherly bonding."

"Yeah." Jazz added, copying her mother's stance. "A very good time for bonding. Isn't that what these vacations are for?"

Jack's eyes grew distant for a moment as the gears in his mind grinded into motion with a sickening screech. Then a huge smile spread across his face and he jumped suddenly to his feet.

"Yes!" He shouted, holding the fishing rod in the air. "That is what these vacations are for! Father/son time!"

Maddie and Jazz shot each other triumphant glances as they turned to leave.


Danny had somehow ignored the entire conversation behind him as he stared into the waters below him. They were mesmerizing. He reached a hand in, stroking the surface. It made him feel slightly better. Peaceful…

But his calm was shattered at Jack plopped himself down on the bank beside him, outfitted unnecessarily in his fishing cap and life vest. He smiled, holding out a vest for Danny as well.

"Safety first." The man grinned. Danny slowly took it, shooting his dad a strange look.

"Dad…" had said, setting the it down on the bank. "The water's only a few feet deep. And I'm a very good swimmer."

"Safety first…" Jack growled threateningly. Danny did a double take, quickly putting his vest on, and buckling the straps. The boy smiled nervously as his dad handed him a Fenton fisher, and threw the now untangled line of his own into the water. The two sat in silence for a few moments, before Danny spoke up.

"Hey dad?" He asked, throwing his line out into the water once more.

"What is it, Danny boy?" Jack replied, somewhat preoccupied as he tried to free his line from a stubborn low hanging tree branch.

"Well…" The boy murmured, fighting for the right words… "Well…why the Rockies?"

He was greeted by a warm smile from his father. Jack turned to him, fishing entirely forgotten as a dreamy look crossed his face.

"This was where me and Vladdy would go for breaks. We'd bring our girl friends with us, and have great camping trips. I haven't been up here in so long. Never after Vlad's accident. I wasn't going to go without him. One never went without the other. It wouldn't have felt right."

"Oh…" Danny said, feeling a small tug on his line.

"Just let that one go." Jack smiled, still reminiscing about his college days. "One time, me and Vladdy caught one that was almost a big as you, right in this very river."

"Yeah right." Danny scoffed in disbelief.

""No, it's true! We took pictures."

The man laughed heartily, and soon, Danny found himself joining in. The feeling in his stomach soon faded away into non existence as father and son continued, their bond growing stronger with every line cast and story told…


The sun was beginning to set when Maddie shook the two from their work and pointed to a gentle open fire. The flames licked at the air, trying to grasp it in their claws. Danny smiled at the warmth he knew it would bring as he got up, his feet covered in mud from the bank. Jack grinned as well, taking a bucket of fish in his hands. There were only three medium sized ones in there, but the amount didn't mater to the two. Danny wrapped his arms around his dad, holding him tight, and thanking him for the wonderful afternoon. Jazz smiled at the two, before turning to the fire, and carefully placing rocks to prevent spreading.

It would be bad if the forest burned to the ground.


Danny sat his plate down and sighed deeply, picking a bone from his teeth.

"Those fish were great, dad." He grinned. "We caught them good."

"We sure did Danny." The man chuckled. "Too bad we didn't catch a big one. That would've fed us all for the whole week."

"Then we'll just have to do it again tomorrow." The boy replied, shutting his eyes as sleep began to overtake him. He felt Maddie gently stroke his head, as she bent down to give him a kiss.

"I'm glad you're doing better Danny." She whispered. "That's great."

The boy smiled lethargically, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"I think I'm ready to turn in." He said, slowly getting to his feet. "We're going on that hike tomorrow, right?"

Jack nodded.

"It's going to be a long one. Get some rest."

The boy smiled, walking over to the tent that he and his sister were to share. As he was opening the flap, a loud noise caught his attention. His head whipped to the side, a shiver running through his body as blue must appeared before his face. Before his mind could react, a flash lit up the clearing, temporarily blinding him. Danny rubbed at his eyes, desperate to make sense of the blurring shapes around him. The first thing he saw were the flames. What was once a calm glow was replaced with raging heat grabbing at his arms and legs, trying to overtake him. The boy was vaguely aware of his mother seizing his arm, and pulling him away from the flames. His ears could hear her shouting over the roaring,

"The GAV's just a little ways away Danny! We'll make it!"

The boy struggled to keep up, but braches whipped and tore at his face as the two hurled through the woods. His feet caught on roots and branches as the fire spread faster and faster, attacking the trees and foliage around him. Dark smoke curled up into the air, seemingly wrapping around him, getting into his mouth and nose. The boy's vision blurred as his mind became foggy and distant. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as he felt the fingers of his mother slip from his grasp. There was a sharp pain in his ankle and he lost his balance, falling to the forest floor. A cry tore through the crackling flames, as the distorted image of Maddie shouted for her son. The boy tried desperately to get up, the heat making him feel claustrophobic as it quickly advanced.

"Mom!" He tried to shout, but all that emerged was a hacking cough, brought on by the thick smoke that encircled him. Danny looked at the figure of his mother as she seemed to run back towards him. Then…she vanished.

"Mom!" The boy called out again, placing his hands underneath his body and painstakingly forcing himself up. The fire had spread all around him, and the heat was almost unbearable. The feeling in his stomach had returned, much more severe now as he tore blindly through the flames. He knew he was going the wrong way. He knew he was off track. But he just had to get away from the heat. He would do anything to get away from the heat…

Then…it seemed like a breeze was blowing gently across his face. Danny opened his eyes, only to be greeted by cold rock. He slammed into the stone, rolling down a steep hill, dead shrubs scratching at his face and arms, ripping his clothes. He fell again, stars dancing before his vision as his head hit against the hard rock below him. The boy wasn't even aware of his body coming to a halt as the base of a rocky hill, his eyes shut tight as the fire raged around him…


Vlad Masters sighed as he heard the doorbell echo through the quiet halls of his large Colorado cabin He hated not having a butler. It drove him crazy. Should've brought him along. Grumbling angrily to himself, Vlad stormed over to the door, gripping the handle, and thrusting it open.

"What is it!" He snapped, looking around…

His eyes widened at what he saw.

There standing on his porch was a boy, his messy black hair singed in places, clumps of dirt stuck to it. His clothes were severely burned, as well as many of his limbs and face. It took the man a moment, but finally he recognized the boy who stood before him.

The small figure gave a hacking cough before turning his sad blue eyes to meet with Vlad's duller ones.

"Sir…I'm lost. I don't know who I'm looking for…" The boy rasped, reaching a scorched hand up to the back of his head, but recoiling in pain a moment later. Vlad stared in horror as he noticed blood covering the boy's hand.

The man stood in silence, the strangeness of the situation keeping his mouth shut.

"Could you help me?" The boy pleaded. "I can't remember my name…would you know it?" Vlad stared down at the boy, processing the sudden information in his mind. Then he seized his chance, ginned broadly and gently leading his target into his home.

"Why Little Badger, you ran away a few days ago. I was so worried about you. Looks like you've had a rough time…don't you worry. I'll get someone to fix you up, and make sure you're ok."

Danny looked up at him in confusion, before nodding slowly and carefully.

"How do you know me?" He whispered, wobbling slightly as his injuries began to get the better of him.

"Oh, Daniel…I'm your father." Vlad sneered. "Vlad Masters."

"And I'm your son?" The boy asked. The man smiled.

"Yes." He replied. "You are Daniel Masters…my little boy…"