Okay first off the sumary is on the bottom of the page to explain what i plan on doing in this story. Second this first chapter belongs to Cordria. It is her star shot #90. So the first chapter has the story's first name. But I changed it to fit what my idea for the story was and how the plot and such realated to it.
Third of all My story brother will be on hold because i need to rewrite it. All of it. The first and the 2 yes 2 squels to it. I have to go back and do some major editting and change alot. I found a major problem in the first story plot that needs to be fixed so no the story so far didnt go in enough for you to see the problem i found.
Okay enough of my rambling and on to a story inspired by Cordria's Star Shot #90.
A Place to Belong
Chapter 1 -A World Tipped on its Head
Danny trotted down the street with a long-suffering sigh, his eyes fixed on the school and his breath rasping in his throat. He was, once again, late for school. "Stupid alarm clock," he muttered under his breath as he picked up the pace. He didn't enjoy school - far from it, infact - but he didn't want to be late.
"Need a lift?"
Covering his anxious flinch at the unexpected voice, Danny glanced over his shoulder when Sam melted into view. She was in her ghost form, hovering at about eye level, her glowing violet eyes sparkling with dark humor. "No," Danny said as he tried to get his tiring legs to pick up the pace. He breathed a small sigh of relief that it was Sam that found him rather than Tucker. He knew that she – unlike Tucker – wouldn't flaunt those annoying ghost powers by picking him up and carrying him to school against his will.
Sam blinked at him for a moment, hesitating and letting him get a few dozen feet ahead of her, before she nodded and drifted towards the ground. As her feet touched the ground, a swirl of supernatural energy blazed around her. She ran a hand through her black, now-human hair, straightened her clothes, and then sprinted to catch up to her best friend.
"You're going to be late for school," Danny panted, suppressing a grin as she pulled even with him.
"Are you kidding?" she laughed. "I can outrun you any day of the week."
Danny rolled his eyes and fought down the retort that was on his lips. If Sam chose to run next to him and be late to school because of it… who was he to argue? He just sent her a lopsided, totally human grin and tried to keep up.
They almost made it. Danny skidded to a crashing halt in front of his locker, whirling the combination lock, just as the bell rang to signal the fact that he was officially late for his first class. Danny jumped in surprise at the loud bell, losing track of how many left-turns and right-turns he'd done to get his locker open. Sam, who could simply reach through her locker to get the materials she needed, already had her books in hand for her first period class. She drifted back across the hallway, fixing a Goth-inspired scowl on her face, and slumped against the lockers next to Danny. "We're late," she said unnecessarily.
"I got that," Danny said through gritted teeth, frustrated at having to start the combination over. Fourteen to the left… now go right… past the zero… stop at thirty-eight… now left to…
"Mr. Fenton! Ms. Manson!"
Danny nearly levitated at the second unexpected voice of the morning. He spun around, losing his place in his combination again, and stared into the seemingly empty hallway. It wasn't empty, Danny knew. The resident half-ghost vice-principal had to be floating invisibly in the hallway. Danny fixed his gaze on the spot he guessed his least-favorite teacher would appear and struggled to contain the sigh that wanted to get out of him. This would mean another detention.
True to Danny's thoughts, the overweight teacher appeared just a moment later, his eyes blazing a furious red. "Late for school again!" he scoffed noisily, pulling out a small book to note their names. "I expected better from you, Ms. Mason."
"I felt like running," Sam muttered darkly, her arms still crossed and her body slumped against the lockers.
"Such potential in you," the teacher continued as he finished jotting their names, "it never fails to surprise me that a child from parents like yours doesn't flourish in a modern school setting."
Sam's eyes narrowed. She'd recently decided that the vice-principal was an evil, world-destroying menace… and thus he was subject to suffering her Gothic wrath. "I take that as a compliment," she said, dripping her voice with dramatic uncaring.
Danny just stood quietly as the teacher looked up from his book to fix her with a glare, unwilling to get involved in an argument between the two halfas. Not being half-ghost like them, he couldn't quite bring himself to throw his body into a situation that could get him killed. He'd be squashed like a bug by either one of them – and probably neither would notice. Sam was normally very considerate of the difference in power between them, but when her ghost side was riled up like it was now… it was safer to stay quiet and far away.
Lancer broke the staring contest first, switching his gaze to Danny. "And you, Mr. Fenton. Although I'm not sure what to expect out of a mere human," the teacher paused for a moment like that was some sort of dirty word, "I still expect you to be to school on time. Detention for you, and I hope you learn your place in our world someday. Ms. Manson, get to class."
As the teacher faded back into invisibility, Danny took a deep breath and noticed – for the first time – that his hands were clenched into fists. He hated the fact that he got more detentions that any other student in the school. It was, most likely, because he was the only human in the school. It was against the law to discriminate by age, race, or gender… but species wasn't on the list. "Excellent," Danny muttered.
"Come on, Danny," Sam said after a moment, her voice tense and her eyes still flaring with violet light every few seconds, "let's get to class before you get in trouble again." Emphasizing the 'you', she half-smiled and nudged him with an elbow.
"What's on the list of torture for today?" Danny asked sourly as he turned around to spin the combination on his lock for the third time – this time determined to not get distracted.
"Twenty new reasons to stare at the sole human on the planet, either in distraught pity or in discriminatory frustrated anger," Sam said with a half-hearted and understanding smile, "also known as another biased English lesson on the twenty greatest halfa authors of all time, making doubly sure to ignore and/or taunt the human greats such as Shakespeare, Melville, and Doyle."
Danny let the sigh that had been building up inside of him out with a gust of air as his locker finally opened. "Great."
"You gonna skip again? I'm sure Tucker will record the whole lesson for you to watch later."
"No," Danny shook his head. "Ever since Lancer figured out how to duplicate, you can't hide from him. He can be teaching his lesson and hunting you down at the same time. Skulker's got nothing on Lancer. Skipping is just too much work now."
"To class?" she asked.
Danny, after hesitating one last second to slam his locker shut, took a deep breath and nodded. "To class."
"… and that is the main reason why Arthur Prachet far surpassed his human counterpart during that era. Also a major player in the rise of Prachet's work was the fact that Shakespeare's answer to Prachet's novel rhyme-scheme, the insufficiently thought-out and frankly annoying iambic pentameter, never seemed to catch on. The fact that only two of the human's works survive to this day is surely a testament to how dreary and drawn-out the human culture had gotten by that point in history."
Danny tuned out the teacher and sighed, fixing his eyes on the white board behind the vaguely-transparent educator. He picked up his pencil long enough to make a little tally on the top of his paper (the forty-eighth of the day) and quietly set the pencil back down. This particular teacher wouldn't get on him for not taking notes in class – he actually seemed happiest when Danny did absolutely nothing – and Danny jumped at the chance to not have to note down every detail of the lesson. His English notebook was full of white pages, marred only by a series of tally marks at the top of each page.
When the teacher managed to fit yet another slur against the human species into his lecture, Danny quietly added another tally to his page and wondered how many more the halfa could get into one class. Up to this point, the record had been fifty-three. With nearly fifteen minutes of class left, that record seemed destined to be shredded.
Really, Danny muttered in his mind as his eyes drifted towards the windows, still contemplating all the slurs made against the human species and against him in particular, both of my parents are halfas. My whole family is halfas. Doesn't that mean I am one too… kind of? I don't have any powers, sure, but that doesn't make me human. Even in his own mind, Danny could hear the word 'human' taking on the negative connotations that went with it. If two dogs have a puppy that looks like a kitten, it's still a dog no matter what it looks like or can do. He slumped a bit down in his seat, making another tally on his paper. He hadn't been listening, but he was sure the teacher had gotten in another snide comment about humans by now, merely because Danny was in the room. I wish…
A wadded up piece of paper whapped against his head and Danny jerked out of his thoughts, sending a glare at the offending piece of paper. He unwrinkled it and quickly read the scrawled words – Betcha wish you coulda phased through that – before raising his head to fix Dash with a scowl. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had to listen to the teacher drone on and on about how wonderful ghost powers were every moment of this stupid class, he had to take it from the students as well.
Dash grinned, his eyes flashing a menacing red as he ripped another piece of paper from his notebook and scribbled a note on it. Crinkling it into a ball, the jock lobbed it through the air. Danny was torn between catching the stupid thing to find out what threat was on it or batting it off into a corner. He ended up getting to do neither: a ball of violet light slammed into the paper projectile, turning it into illegible ashes.
"Hey!" Dash called out, his eyes glowing darkly as he looked for the creator of the ectoblast. Both Dash's and Danny's eyes found Sam at the same time as she lounged in the back of the class, curls of violet energy still writhing around her raised hand. "You stupid-"
"No energy manipulation in this classroom!" the teacher called out. "Fenton, detention!"
Danny's head whipped around. "What for?"
"Stop instigating my class." The teacher's eyes flared an angry red.
"But…" Danny cut off his retort, but not soon enough. Energy sparkled into existence around the furious half-ghost teacher. Danny slunk out of his chair and beat a retreat from the room before the teacher lost control of his ghost side and the situation got worse. Scooping up his notebook, Danny noted that there were fifty-two tallies on the page. As he slipped out of the room and headed for the office, Danny felt a small pang of disappointment. The record for number of human slurs in one class would remain unbroken.
"Danny, sweetie," his mother said when he finally made it home from the day from hell, pushing her goggles up on her forehead, "it's not your fault. There's nothing wrong with you."
"Did you notice that I got another detention today, Mom," he groaned as he dropped into a chair down in his parents' basement lab, "or did you just figure that school lasted until four rather than letting out at three like it used to? And I didn't do anything wrong!"
Maddie smiled. "You'll get your powers eventually, honey. Slow development runs in your father's side of the family, you know. Jack didn't get his powers until he was eleven…"
"I'm fifteen," Danny scowled.
"Which isn't unheard of," Maddie lied smoothly. "You're a Fenton."
Danny rolled his eyes. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"You come from a long line of powerful half-ghosts. Before you know it, you'll wake up and you'll be just like your great-grandfather, the…"
"…great halfa explorer who helped conquer the new world from the human barbarians," Danny finished dully. The two of them had gone through this exact conversation dozens of times. "Has it ever occurred to you that I might never get ghost powers?"
She blinked at him. "Of course you'll get your powers. You just need to think positively."
"Yeah," Danny said sourly.
"In the mean time, look at this." Maddie's eyes glowed as she picked up her latest device. "It's called the 'Fenton Human Hearer'." She set it into Danny's hands with a grin. "Jack and I know that there are pockets of humans left in this world. If we ever find one, this will turn their incomprehensible mutterings into something we can understand!"
Danny raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Don't they speak English?"
The machine whirred for a moment. "Don't they speak English fear me."
Both Danny and Maddie stared at the small machine. With a small shrug, Maddie picked it out of her son's hands. "I've never met a true human. I wouldn't know."
"I don't count?" Danny asked softly.
"You'll get your powers. You're a halfa – a Fenton."
He nodded quietly, watching as she put the 'Human Hearer' up on a shelf and started to straighten up her side of the lab. Around the cramped basement, new pieces of technology appeared and disappeared on a daily basis. The highly controversial 'Fenton Thermos' was nowhere to be seen, but the glowing circle of light that was his parents' first attempt at making a stable ghost portal was still up and running. Danny had thought that would be gone quickly – snapped up by the highest bidder.
Maddie picked up a small, strange-looking necklace and studied it for a moment. "Where did…" she murmured before shaking her head. "I wish Jack would tell me when he gets new things. Danny, can you put this on Jack's workbench?"
Nodding, Danny slipped out of the chair and took the necklace from her, turning to head towards the messier side of the lab. But just as her fingers slipped from the chain, a surge of energy flooded around the lab. Maddie twisted around, her eyes widening in surprise and fear, just before a blindingly white light wrapped around Danny.
He screamed in terror, feeling the energy ripping at his body, and clutched the strange-looking necklace to him just before he passed out.
When Danny opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the violet-colored irises of his best friend. "Danny?" she gasped, her eyes widening. "Are you alright?" Then she hesitated and grinned. "Sorry, standard question."
"I think so," Danny breathed, arching his back a little and feeling his muscles ache from all the energy that had blasted through him. "What happened?"
"Not sure," Tucker put in, "but I bet it was the Nasty Burger you ate. I told you it didn't taste right."
"Nasty Burger?" Danny asked, wondering what that could be. It didn't sound good. "What…" he trailed off his question as he noticed something odd. Odder than the fact that both his friends were standing over him; he was… outside.
He jerked into a sitting position, staring around. He was at the park. "Where…" He couldn't finish the sentence, too confused by what was going on. One moment he was in his parents' lab, then there was that blinding blast of energy, then he was outside? What was going on?
"Yup." Tucker stretched his arms over his head. "Are you fine or do you need to go home?"
"Tucker," Sam scolded, "he just collapsed for no reason. Of course he's not fine."
"You know how fast he heals," Tucker muttered, "just because he fainted doesn't mean that he can't go to the movie. I figured I might as well ask before I wrote off all of our plans for the day."
"I'm…" Danny hesitated, not sure if he was fine or not. Something was obviously wrong – he couldn't remember how he'd gotten to the park. And what had happened down in his parents' lab? Was he missing a chunk of his memory or something? "I think…"
Sam nodded decisively. "He's going home."
"But it's Dead Teacher Eleven," Tucker moaned, "the not-to-miss continuance of the blood and guts nonsense of Dead Teacher Ten. You've read the reviews - we can't miss it!"
Danny tried to push himself to his feet, but his muscles were still too sore from the flood of white-hot energy to hold his weight. When he started to collapse, both Sam and Tucker had to grab his shoulders to help him stay upright. "I think Sam's right," Danny said softly.
Tucker looked at him, concern sparkling in his eyes. "You're voluntarily going home? Should I call 9-1-1?"
"So what?" Danny argued, frustration boiling over after the day from hell combined with this utterly confusing situation, "So I'm not as strong as you. Leave off."
Tucker blinked and tipped his head. "What?"
Danny took a few steps towards home, Sam and Tucker moving to keep pace with him. Internally, Danny was wrestling with the idea of asking Sam or Tucker to just fly him home. His legs kept threatening to collapse on him and his head was really starting to hurt. This whole situation was rapidly getting worse. But he'd never asked for someone to help him before… not even Sam and Tucker.
"Danny…" Sam breathed, suddenly pulling up short and causing Danny – who was still using her to keep himself from falling over – to stumble.
"What?" he asked.
"The Box Ghost," Tucker finished, pointing helpfully towards the blue specter.
Danny wondered for a moment how the annoying spirit had gotten out of the Ghost Zone, then stared in disbelief as the people in the area ran away from the ghost. Any one of them could have taken out the weak Box Ghost without a second thought… but they were… running? What in the world…
"Are you going to do something?" Sam asked.
"Me?" Danny mumbled, his brain still refusing to wrap around the image of that many powerful halfas running away from the Box Ghost.
"Who else?" Tucker added with a shrug. "You're the halfa."
Danny collapsed to his knees, staring up at his two friends. A halfa? "ME?"
Meanwhile, back in that other universe…
Danny's eyes flickered open, his gaze filled with the sight of his mother leaning down over him. "Oh, Danny! Are you okay?" She pressed a cool washrag against his forehead as he lay on the couch in the living room.
"What happened?" Danny moaned.
"What do you remember, sweetie?"
"I was in the park with Sam and Tucker," he answered, his head starting to pound as he struggled to put together his memories of what had happened. "There was this bright light… and then I woke up here?"
Maddie clicked her tongue sympathetically, brushing a lock of his hair out of his eyes. "You must have lost a bit of your memory from the accident. You made it all the way home – you and I were down in the lab. There was an accident and you got shocked."
"Makes sense," Danny muttered, knowing just how much his parents' technology 'liked' him. It didn't help that he was a half-ghost living with a pair of ghost hunters.
"You're going to stay home from school tomorrow," Maddie continued in a no-nonsense tone. "I'm not going to let you take any more of that bullying after a shock like that."
Danny raised an eyebrow, wondering at that. He never told his mom about Dash… had Jazz? "Okay," he said – any actual excuse to get out of school was good enough for him. Maybe the ghosts would leave him alone and he'd get some sleep for once. He'd deal with the repercussions of his parents learning about Dash some other time.
"I'm sure you've got a headache, sweetheart." At his nod, she got up. "I'll get you some aspirin and you can take a nap. If it doesn't go away, we'll take you in to see the doctor tomorrow."
Danny nodded, closing his eyes and lying back against the cushions of the couch. He hurt all over for some reason; all of his muscles tingled and were tight. "I wonder what invention got me this time," he whispered to himself, trying to ignore the throbbing in his head.
When his mother came back, she handed him two aspirin and a glass of water. "Thanks," he said, then swallowed the pills.
"You're welcome, Danny." She smiled at him and covered him up with a blanket. "Just lay here and get some rest. And don't worry about your ghost powers… you'll get them soon."
Danny's mind went blank. Ghost powers? His mouth moved without thought as he sat up and stared at his mother with wide eyes. "WHAT?"
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Okay if i didn't say it enough this is Cordria's not mine.
From here on out it is mine.
Alright the summary i had for this is a little complex. But it ties into the new title.
Okay both Danny's have suddenly found themselves thrown into another universe. Our favorite halfa tells the other Maddie about what he thinks and what he knew. Human Danny is now suddenly the only one who can hunt ghosts. Both are slowly finding that the place they ended up is feeling strangely like home. And Both Maddie's face a denial in their pasts. A day when both their sons dissappeared before. Only to be found perfectly fine the next day. Except One Danny would suddenly dissappear and the other was strangely so Human. And a Ghost master of time knows the answer to both Danny's questions. Is this the place they can truely belong?
This also happens after D-stablized. And I gave Danny telaportation and telacanesis(sp) or the ablitiy to move thing with his mind.
:) I'm sooo evil. You know it too. Next chapter will be up tommorrow or he next day. But it will be up soon.
Phantom-Danny
P.S. Cordria owns this chapter I do not.