So, I've never really been a fan of the way Danny Phantom ended. I always thought it was kind of weird that just because his parents knew, Danny decided to reveal his secret to the whole world. Well, whatever. This story assumes that Phantom Planet never happened. I hope you enjoy!
Danny walked quietly down the hall, glancing anxiously at everything he passed. He knew it was ridiculous to worry at the moment, he was invisible after all, but he couldn't help worrying that his mom or dad would jump out at any moment and attack him with some sort of ghost fighting device. He didn't know what had gone wrong. He didn't know what had happened at all, actually. All he remembered was walking up as Danny Fenton, and Jazz telling him to run.
He paused outside his room. Relax, he told himself. There is no way they beat you home. Still, he couldn't help feeling a sense of relief when he opened the door and saw that the room was empty. He walked to his closet and sighed. He really wished that this wasn't what Jazz had meant, but he knew his sister better than that. He couldn't imagine a worse prison than this house would become if he stayed. He chuckled a little to himself as he grabbed a duffle bag from the top shelf, Walker got his wish after all. His prison does seem like an improvement. He stuffed some clothes in the bag along with all the money he had, which wasn't much. At least Walker doesn't want to dissect me, or tear me apart "molecule by molecule". He walked to the door and turned around to take one last look at his room. He knew he was pressed for time, but it was surprisingly difficult to leave. I'll be back, he promised himself.
Again, forgoing his limited time, he decided to leave a note for Jazz in one of her psychology books. He knew this was what she had intended when she told him to run, but he wanted her to know what his plan was. As he walked back down the stairs, he realized that he should have emailed or IM-ed Tucker and Sam from his computer. But then again, that could be tracked and read. Maybe he could leave them each physical notes, like he did for Jazz. He wasn't even sure if they knew anything was wrong. As he put some food into his bag, he tried to remember what had happened. He was fighting Vlad. He was losing, or at least he had thought he was. He had decided to use his ghostly wail, even though he knew it took a lot out of him. Not surprisingly, he had passed out shortly after. His guess was that, after passing out, as he usually did, he had transformed back to Danny Fenton. Except, for some reason, he parents had seen. He had seen the RV as he flew away, and Vlad had vanished.
He always knew that at some point, his parents would probably find out. He regretted not telling them sooner. If he had told them, it would have been their son informing them that he was half ghost. But this. He knew they might come to the correct conclusion, but, and he shuddered at the thought, there were millions of other possible assumptions they could make. And all of them boiled down to one basic assumption: Danny Phantom had done something to Danny Fenton. Maybe Phantom was posing as Danny. Maybe he was overshadowing Danny. The list could go on and on. And honestly, there had been times, even more often after Danny had met his future evil self, that he had wondered the same things himself. He had often questioned if the accident hadn't, in fact, killed Danny Fenton. That Danny Phantom was just pretending to be Danny Fenton. Even now, these thoughts bombarded him. Maybe Danny Phantom really had killed Danny Fenton. He shook his head; now was not the time.
He hiked the bag higher on his shoulder, made sure he and the bag were invisible, and passed through the wall and flew into the sky, but not before a tear slipped out. He was a little upset at himself for crying even one tear. But, even though staying could mean certain death, or at the very least, lots of possibly painful experiments, it was still his home. And that wasn't something he could just turn his back on without batting an eye.
He made a quick stop at both Tucker and Sam's houses and left them both notes, again explaining what he was doing and why. But as he flew into the sky, he couldn't help but wonder if this was really his best plan. Sure, he was seventeen, but did that mean he was ready to be on his own. He wondered how many people would recognize him. He would probably have to go pretty far to avoid being identified, maybe not as Danny Phantom, but at least as Danny Fenton, a runaway.
He sighed; he had considered going into the ghost zone. It actually seemed safer than staying here since his parents would have a hard time finding him, if the could even figure out how to get into the ghost zone. He could get a "lair" and wait 'til the heat died down. But, all of his enemies were in the ghost zone. Another thought flashed across his mind, who's going to protect Amity Park? It's not like ghosts will just stop attacking because I'm gone. He shook his head to clear his mind; he could worry about that later. Right now he needed to figure out where he was going to stay.
After flying for a solid two hours, Danny had to take a break. He was pretty sure he had gotten far enough, at least for today. He landed in an alley and transformed. He glanced around the street he now stood on, looking for a hotel. After some searching, he found a small motel that looked fairly inexpensive. He checked in, hoping they wouldn't ask any questions about a seventeen year old boy with a duffle bag and a handful of cash checking in alone. Fortunately, Danny had grown taller and his voice had gotten a bit deeper. He hoped he looked enough like an adult. The man behind the desk didn't seem to be suspicious, so for now he was safe.
He shivered a bit when he entered his room. It wasn't filthy, but it certainly didn't feel clean. He couldn't help wondering if the sheets had been changed since the last guest. He laughed at himself; he usually wouldn't care about that, but after all, he was on his own. He would have to attack more mature. Still, he was worn out from flying for so long and remaining invisible the entire time. He locked the door, dropped his bag on the floor, and collapsed on the bed. He didn't even bother getting under the covers. He was too tired to care. I hope Sam, Tucker, and Jazz are ok.