Some Rules Are Meant to be Broken

By: story-angel

Summary: Brian Fenton has never been normal. It was always just little things that could easily be explained to his grandparents, who were...er...slightly oblivious in old age. The pencil didn't fall through his hand, he dropped it! He was a halfa, just like his dad.

A/N: ok people, i like to think i'm a pretty good writer, but you all have to understand something. I have a very busy schedule, and i've actually only seen a few Danny Phantom episodes. i know about technus, skulker, vlad, evildan, and some others through reading other fics, but please tell me if i get something wrong. i'll probably be making up my own ghosts a lot, so suggestions would be nice. and if anyone knows a good episode summary site, i'd appreciate it, seeing as this is my first danny phantom fic. feedback is appreciated.

Chapter 1

Brian sighed as he leaned back from his desk, rubbing his eyes wearily. It was already passed midnight, and he had an algebra test tomorrow...or more like later. Deciding that falling asleep during the test would be worse than not having enough time to study, he got up and crawled into bed.

Brian Fenton lived with his ghost hunting, still rather eccentric grandparents. You see, one day, nine years ago, five year old Brian was playing at the park with his parents, Danny and Sam Fenton, when there was a ghost attack. Completely caught off guard, the three were soon overwhelmed, even with Danny Fenton's ghost half, Danny Phantom. The warden-like ghost, who Brian now knew was called Walker, had come with a small army. While trying to fight them off, Sam sustained the injury that had her in a coma even now. Momentarily distracted, Danny was immobilized and captured.

What they didn't know, was that the reason Sam had been near that tree, with the really heavy, coma-causing branches, was that she was hiding her only son in the brush around the tree, and desperately told him to be quiet and stay there.

Brian's last memories of his parents were seeing them fight for their lives.

After the accident, his father's parents had taken him in, and converted his father's old room to one for him. Brian liked it, seeing as it made him feel closer to his dad somehow. His mother's parents easily had the finances to keep their daughter alive, yet they didn't want to take in the 'filthy spawn of a Fenton'. They never had approved of Sam and Danny's marriage.

Soon after his 13th birthday, though, Brian tripped on one of the numerable objects scattered about his floor, and fell onto a perfectly camoflauged loose floorboard. If he hadn't landed on it, he never would have guessed what was hidden underneath it. It was his father's journal.

Brian hesitated for just a moment, but picked it up and started reading it. Soon, he reached an entry shortly after his dad's fourteenth birthday. He was astounded at what he read. Unfortunately, he didn't get past much after the entry stating that he had learned what happened to him, because one of Grandpa Jack's new inventions accidentally incinerated it. But he did know that his father was the one they called 'Danny Phantom' or 'InvisoBill'.

Brian's fourteenth birthday had been three days ago. Of course, his present from his math teacher was a test, but oh well. However, now he knew what the strange things happening to him were. Sure he couldn't control it, but he knew he was a half-ghost like his dad. It actually gave him a warm tingly feeling that he shared another thing in common with his dad.

But he had to get to sleep - he had a test tomorrow, and if he was late to class he was going to get detention.

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Brian groaned in dismay when three things happened the very second he got up. First, it was seven o'clock. School started at nine. It only took ten minutes to get there. Second, his grandpa was calling for him, rambling about some new project, and third, he had phased through his blankets again!

Oh well. Once Brian was awake during daylight hours, it was super hard to return to the wonderful realm of dreams. He might as well hear what his grandpa had to say and get ready for school early. With that in mind he got out of bed, grabbed some clothes and hopped in the shower.

Yawning, he sat down at the table to his grandma's delicious pancakes, quite a sizable pile already in front of Jack Fenton, who, surprisingly, had already conquered such things as cholesterol and blood pressure with the help of modern medicine.

"Guess what Brian! Your grandmother and I are going to re-start an old project of ours! We're going to re-open the ghost portal!" Jack said enthousiastically.

Of course, he was talking about the dusty old metal tunnel-like thing in the basement.

"What do you mean, re-open? I thought it didn't work anymore?" Brian was slightly nervous at that. He had been reading his father's speculations on where the surge of ghosts was coming from in his day, and really wasn't up for taking his dad's place defending the town right now.

"No, no, it still works! It's just that it was very time consuming research, so when you came along we turned it off to take care of you. Not to mention it at least doubles the power bill..."

"The point is, sweetie, that you have to be careful when you and your friends are in the lab from now on. The odd ghost or two might get out." Maddie explained as she gave her grandson the maple syrup. He promptly smothered his pile of pancakes with it, and dug in hungrily. He had a very similar appetite to Jack, Maddie though fondly, yet he had Danny's abnormally perfect metabolism. This thought was common for her at the breakfast table.

"And look at these! Back in the day, whenever a ghost would find it's way out of the portal, we would have to carry around the bulky Fenton Thermoses to trap them and toss'em back in! But now we've solved the main problem - and not that they don't hold hot chocolate - with this!" Jack was excitedly holding up...a pen. Sure, it was silver with strange green cursive writing on it, but it was still a pen.

"Let me guess. The Fenton Pen." Brian said blandly, having picked up on the pattern his grandparents used to naming things a long time ago. So he was then very surprised when grandma answered in the negative.

"It's the Fenton Ghost Pen" Maddie corrected, sitting down with her own stack of pancakes.

"It acts just like a normal pen, but if it detects a ghost anywhere, just press the button and it'll become like a thermos! Watch!" Jack still had that boyish fascination with his inventions, so he didn't notice Brian lose most of the colour in his face.

"Um, actually I promised Lea and Leo I'd meet them early to uh...work on a project for school! So bye!" Brian practically ran to grab his school bag and bolt out the door, once he saw his grandpa appeared not to have heard his first sentence. Luckily he made it, but unfortunately he saw three of the mini-nuisances sticking out the side pocket of his backpack.

Deciding that he might as well call his friends, he pulled out his cell phone and pressed 2 to call Lea Foley's cell phone. His fraternal twin friends were actually very different. Lea's modo was 'early bird catches the ghost' and was always awake at this time (7:45) on a Tuesday. Whereas Leo took more after his father, and woke up at about eight. But you didn't want to be the one around when he did wake up.

"Hello?" Lea's voice rang out from her line.

"Hi Lea, it's Brian."

"Oh Brian you're never gonna guess what happened this morning! You have to come over, ok? We can share stories and prepare for the apocolypse since your up this early."

Brian shook his head at the really old joke between the three of them, about if the boys ever got up early or if she ever slept in it would be the end of the world. "Alright, I'm on my way. I'm going to come via your window, ok? I'm not sure your mom would appreciate me coming at this hour." once she agreed, he hung up and ducked into a deserted alleyway to change. Brian was told he was the spitting image of his father, though it wasn't completely true when he was Brian Phantom (he found it amusing that no one found the correlation between Phantom and Fenton). Basically, the colours on his suit were inverted, and with a BP symbol instead of DP. Brian knew how to control the three basic powers (invisibility, intangibility, and flight) because of his dad's journals.

His friends lived with both of their parents, but their father Tucker Foley more commonly away on a business trip than home, though he came to visit as often as possible. Though they would never mention it, that fact came as a small blessing, because Lea and Leo commonly helped Brian practise his powers. And with Valerie Foley out during the day and on call during the night as a vet, surprisingly, Leo and Lea rarely had trouble sneaking in.

Brian arrived at his friend's window and tapped on the glass. Looking up from some oval-shaped yellow thing, Lea beckoned for him to come in.

"Your grandparents were so excited about the ghost portal that they called everyone who's ever shown even the slightest interest in ghosts to tell them. Including my mom." Lea told him.

You could find out a lot about Lea Foley if you looked around her room. Yellow, being her favourite colour, was the colour of the bedspread, wallpaper, and carpet. She had the latest computer sitting on her desk, and posters showing various charities and snowboarding teams. She also had a small shelf-ful of history and mythological textbooks, for whenever the power went out and the two backup-generators her brother had made didn't work. The shelf was quite dusty. Strangely, she had brown hair even though both her parents had black hair, but her mom said that her mother had brown so it was possible.

Realizing that she had snatched Brian's story from him, she smirked and explained.

Her mother, being the Red Huntress, had been called. After hearing that there were going to be ghosts back in town soon, she took her daughter (being the more er...physically capable of her two children) aside and explained about ghost hunting and gave her some armour of her own. (A/N: anyone who's played Jak II or Jak III, just think of Keira's Jet-Board, except slightly bigger and all yellow)

"How long have you been awake already?" Brian asked her, as she made some adjustments to what he now knew was her own hover-board. Except it was yellow. Of course.

She shrugged. "A couple hours, I guess. This thing has auto-targeting ecto-guns!" but after seeing the look on his face, she added "Don't worry. The first thing I did to it was program it not to hit your ecto-signature."

"Great! Have you tried flying yet?" Brian asked excitedly. In his opinion, flying was one of the best parts of being half-ghost.

"No, I was waiting for you in case I fell. Even though mom says that my armour'll have magnetic boots to keep me on, better safe than sorry!"

"Well, why don't we go right now? Leo's not up yet, and we're both here." Brian reasoned. He had nothing better to do.

"Sounds good. Just let me write a note - you know Leo."

Leo Foley was actually younger than Lea, but only by a few seconds. He wasn't one of those over-protective brothers, but in Lea's opinion (which she had no trouble voicing to him) he worried too much.

With that done, she stood up and pressed a button on a new yellow watch that Brian hadn't noticed. But it automatically changed her baggy yellow t-shirt and regular dark blue jeans to a form-fitting (which made Brian really wonder why she wore baggy clothes), bright gold suit of armour, complete with gloves and mask. Her brown hair stuck out in a ponytail. Sure enough, the hover board stuck to her boots magnetically. It automatically lifted her a foot off the ground. Throwing out her arms to keep her balance, Lea stabilized it as Brian phased them both through the wall.

They both had fun trying to get Lea to be able to go faster than 10km/h and not fall from over balancing or something. Lea actually found it a lot like snowboarding, but she thought of a way to get it even better. Voicing her plan to Brian, they agreed that Leo would be the best to make the adjustments.

With that thought, they flew back to Lea's room while they waited, playing a game of checkers. That was how Leo found them, reasoning that if Lea wasn't at breakfast she must've eaten earlier and was in her room.

Leo was short for his age, the shortest of the group. He was also, according to his mom, a clone of how Tucker was when he was his age, down to even the fashion sense. His favourite PDA stuck out of his pocket, and a laptop was strapped to his back, behind the backpack. Three watches were strapped to his wrist, only one of which had an option for telling time. Actually, Leo and Lea were the same height, but Lea commonly wore shoes that put her up an inch or so.

After they explained the morning's events thus far, Lea explained just what she wanted done to her board. Leo's eyes glittered with the challenge and said he'd have it ready within the week, homework permitting.

Seeing the time, they quickly ran off to school, lest they be late for Lancer's class.