A/N: OMG, I feel like a freaking hypocrite.
I usually hate halfa OCs. Like a lot. Because seriously, most of them make no sense, and they are usually paired with Danny, which in my book, automatically makes them a Mary-Sue. I think maybe it's the canonxOC that makes me dislike them so much.
But this DAMN idea came out of nowhere. I was just bored and started thinking, when all of a sudden I thought, "What if I could make an OC that became a halfa for a good reason, and it wasn't paired with Danny?"
And BOOM- this idea came to me in an instant. So now, I'm writing it, and I want you guys to tell me what ya'll think.
PAIRINGS SO FAR:
girl OCxCrossdressing!boy OC (Yeah, you read that right. I, for some reason, can't make a normal pairing. Ever.)
DannyxSam (*gasp* A story with a OC!halfa and it's still DxS? Unheard of!)
DISCLAIMER: I am not Butch Hartman. Duh...
WARNING: Phantom Planet never happened. *twitch*
"Remarkable! Absolutely incredible!"
A man and woman wearing white lab coats looked up in awe at the giant screen in front of them. On the screen, there was something that looked like a DNA sample. If there was anybody else there that wasn't an expert in science, then they would definitely have a hard time trying to found out what was so amazing. But there was only this man and woman in the big, white, and pristine lab, and rest assured, they knew plenty about the world of science.
"Margie," the man said, "Do you know what this means?"
The woman, Margie, suddenly got a huge smile; big enough to almost split her face. She didn't take her eyes off the screen as she replied, "This-...This could be it. The cure for...almost anything! Diseases, life-threatening injuries-God, this could probably even cure cancer, George!"
"Slow down, tiger. We don't know the effects of this, yet...But you may be right." George gave a grin that matched Margie's.
"OH, THANK YOU, INVISO-BILL!" Margie yelled in glee.
"It's 'Danny Phantom.'"
"Whatever."
Margie and George had never studied ghosts before. In fact, they used to not even believe in them. That is, until Danny Phantom and his ghost companions/enemies came into the world. The two well-renowned scientists immediately took interest in Amity Park's 'hero.' They watched on the television as reporters videotaped his fights and daily rescues. They didn't miss how whenever Phantom took a huge blow, the wound seemed to heal within two days top. They also didn't miss the samples of ectoplasm that seeped onto the ground from Phantom's or another ghost's wound. George and Margie instantly knew that they had to get a sample of it. So, without any hesitation, the two had gotten ready for the trip. George had no family or pets; therefore it was easy for him to get ready. Margie, on the other hand, had to ask her mother to watch over her fifteen-year old daughter while she went away for the weekend.
After everything was settled, the two drove the five hour trip to the ghost boy's location. They had spent the weekend there in a small hotel near Amity Park, since the place itself held no hotels. The scientists had watched the news intently, waiting for a sign of action. And when that sign finally did come, the two bolted into the van and went to Amity Park. Their first try was unsuccessful since no bleeding came from Phantom nor the other ghost. Their second try, though, on the next day, was very successful. The kid seemed to be fighting a very savage ghost who had a vampire look about him. They were able to get blood from both ghosts without anyone seeing because all the residents had either ran away or were too busy watching the fight.
Margie and George went back home with their prize as soon as they could. They spent hours in their shared lab, just studying the strange goo. The results were indeed surprising. The goo held supernatural elements, such as the fast healing, which was to be expected, but it was something else that caught their eyes. Both ectoplasm samples held very human DNA as well. Which got them to think, 'What if they could use this goo as a sort of super medicine? One that could heal humans?'
They spent even more hours experimenting with the ghost blood. Putting ectoplasm samples with certain chemicals into tubes to see which had the best result, and which could be the safest for humans.
Days were spent into the lab, both going home late at night. Sometimes they didn't even go to their houses at all. Margie's daughter came to visit once to try and make them take a break, but she was just shooed away. 'How could they possibly stop working on such an important discovery?' they asked her. The girl finally gave up and left the two to their work.
And here they are now. Two months later, and finally done with their research. Well, almost anyway.
"All that's left to do now is to test it." Margie let out an exhausted but relieved sigh and ran a hand through her knotted red hair- the result from not taking good care of it. Her hair wasn't the only sign of tiredness. Her brown eyes were duller and had dark circles under them, and her skin looked a little paler. George looked just as tired with his wrinkled coat, flat ash blonde hair, and red-rimmed blue eyes.
"Who do we test it on, though?" He asked.
Margie finally turned from the screen with the picture of the complete DNA, and walked towards the doorway. George followed her as she answered, "We can probably find a volunteer somewhere. I know this site where people sign up and volunteer to help test experiments. We'll look through that later. Right now, though, I just want to go home, take a shower, and visit my little girl."
George raised an amused eyebrow, "She's fifteen, you know. She's hardly a 'little girl' anymore."
"Nonsense! She will always be my baby!"
A chuckle, then, "Alright, Margie. I'll call you tomorrow. I'll stay back and turn everything off before going home."
"'Kay, see you then!" Margie waved back to her partner and left the lab.
"Mom!" Fifteen year-old Trisha gave her mother a flying hug as soon as she walked through the door.
Margie returned the affection full-heartedly and laughed along with her daughter.
"Hey, sweetheart! Missed me?"
"Uh, yeah! I haven't seen you for more than probably thirty minutes this whole week!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Hun. But guess what, we're almost done! In fact, let's spend the day together tomorrow. It can be both a celebration and a mother-daughter hang out!"
Trisha nodded in agreement. Most kids her age would die upon hearing that their mom wanted to 'hang out.' But it was different with Trisha. She barely got to see her mom, and besides, it's not like she knew anybody well-enough (besides her best friend, Anna) that her mom would embarrass her in front of them.
Trisha went to a private school. She and Anna only talked to each other. They were outcasts. Yeah, Trisha's mom was a very successful scientist, and Anna's dad wrote books while his mom was a fashion designer, but that was really nothing compared to most of the other students.
They weren't bullied or teased. They were just...left alone. It wasn't because they were ugly or anything. Sure, Trisha wasn't the prettiest with her flat body and too-thin hair, but Anna, on the other hand, was very beautiful, considering the fact that he was actually a boy.
That's right. Anna's real birth name is 'Andy.' When Trisha first met Anna when she was ten, the 'girl' automatically told her the truth, claiming that he wasn't going to hide his real gender from anybody. Trisha really didn't care. Anna was very nice, so why would she stop talking to him just because he was actually a boy. This made Anna very happy, and the two became best friends in no time.
Still, Anna could be very confusing sometimes. During one of their more awkward chats, Anna had admitted that he still like his male parts and he still liked to be referred as a 'he.' He just liked wearing girl clothes, having a girl personality, and a girl name.
Trisha sometimes couldn't help but notice how different they were. Anna had beautiful brown curls that reached to just beneath his shoulders, while Trisha had that too-thin blonde hair that reached to the middle of her neck. Anna had nice, tan skin, while Trisha had pale skin. Anna had all the latest fashions from his mother, while Trisha liked to wear plainer clothes. There was one thing that Trisha had that she prided herself in, and that was her eyes. Behind her black-rimmed glasses, Trisha had the prettiest forest green eyes. They were big and always seemed to sparkle. That's why whenever someone asked what her favorite physical attribute was; she would tell them her eyes.
"Would you like to go to the book store?" Margie asked her.
"Yeah! There's this new book out that I've been dying to read!"
"Good! Then we can go get some coffee afterwards and read together."
After they made some more ideas for tomorrow's outing, Trisha went back into the living room to watch TV like she had originally been doing before her mom came home. Trisha's eyes lit up as she saw a broadcast of Danny Phantom was on. She ran over to screen and sat right in front of it Indian style. The girl watched as a news reporter showed a recorded clip of the hero saluting to the crowd of people under him as he flew away. Phantom sure had some incredible adventures. Trisha wondered what it was like to have to save people almost every day. It had to be tiring, but maybe it was easier when you had a bunch of cool powers. She was so jealous of her mom when she learned that she got to go and visit Amity Park. Although, her mother didn't tell her why her and George had gone there in the first place. Then again, Trisha never really asked. She remembered the time she had went to visit them while they were working. It seemed like they were messing with some type of slime. She wondered if it had anything to do with Phantom.
Whatever it was, her mom seemed really excited by it.
The next day, Trisha and her mom got up early to get ready for their 'mother-daughter' date. Trisha put on a blue shirt and dark jeans. Her mother was finally without her coat and had on a white sleeveless turtleneck and light-colored jeans. They ate chocolate cereal together and excitedly talked about their plans for that day. When they finished eating, Margie put the dishes in the sink and grabbed the car keys, and they left the house. The females, being the dorks they were, sang the songs they knew on the radio out loud and laughed at their own silliness as Margie drove down the street in her car.
When they finally got to the bookstore, Trisha all but ran out of the car and into the store. She skimmed the aisles for the section she needed. The girl finally found it and within there, found the book she wanted. It was a fantasy book from a series that she had gotten into recently. Margie took a little longer since she didn't have a particular book in mind. Trisha made a gagging expression when she found her mom in the adult romance section.
The woman laughed and simply said, "I'm a thirty-three year old woman with no husband. I've got to get my romance from somewhere."
Trisha laughed along with her mother and patiently waited for her to pick a book. When she found the one she wanted, the two went up to the register counter and paid for their books.
They left the store and went back into the car. The coffee shop was only down the street, though. It was a nice little place with tables on the outside, so people could enjoy some fresh air while they drank their sweet, delicious wake-up call. All the employees were very friendly and sometimes chatted with customers when they weren't busy.
The car was parked in the small driveway the place had, and Trisha and Margie got out of the car. They went inside, and after they greeted the manager, who knew them fairly well, ordered their drinks. Trisha got a mocha latte and when she received it, she put loads of sugar in it herself. Just looking at the amount made her mom feel sick in the stomach. How her daughter drank that stuff which was now sugar with coffee instead of the other way, she would never know. She preferred hers simple and black, thank you very much.
They sat at an outside table, and for a while, just made idle chatter. Trisha told her mom about school and Anna. Margie told her daughter about these cute new earrings she saw at the jewelry store once. Sweet, nice things like that. Stuff you could hear any day.
"Speaking of 'dating,'" Margie started, but before she could continue, Trisha interrupted,
"Uh, Mom, we weren't talking about dating."
"Ooh, we weren't? Well, now that we are-..."
Trisha sighed but let her mom continue.
"When are you going to start dating, Hun?"
"I don't need to start dating."
"Of course, you do. I do want grandchildren, you know?"
"M-Mom! I'm only fifteen!"
"Exactly! You're not getting any younger!"
"Ugh, how am I supposed to date, anyway? I don't even know anybody else besides Anna."
"Then date Anna."
"MOM! He's my best friend!"
"I know! It's perfect!"
"..."
"Do you think I mind just because he crossdresses? Sweetie, I would rather you date a cross dresser than for you to end up like me."
"You have a good life, though."
Margie smiled affectionately at her daughter, "Yeah, I do, don't I?"
It was true. She might not have a husband, but she had a very good job, and most importantly, a beautiful daughter. She knew Trisha was sometimes very self-conscious about her appearance just because she wasn't as curvy or tanned as the other girls her age, but in her eyes, Trisha was the most gorgeous thing in existence. When Margie first found out she was pregnant after a drunken mistake with some man at a bar, she was, admittedly, scared to death. What if this baby isn't happy? What if it hates her for not having a real father? What if she can't take care of it on her own? These questions bugged her for most of her pregnancy. But after she gave birth to her, and the doctor settled the baby in her arms, Margie knew she would do whatever it took to let her baby have the best life it could have. How could she not do that for the small, whimpering baby that seemed to be instantly drawn to her?
Margie reached a hand over the table and ruffled her daughter's hair.
"I love you, Trish', more than anything."
Her daughter seemed to be temporarily taken back at the sudden statement. She quickly recovered, though, and smiled widely.
"I love ya', too, Mom."
That's when they heard it; heard the loud, echoing screech and the screams. Margie looked around her daughter and saw a car swerving down the road at a dangerously high speed. A tire had been blown off it. Trisha quickly swiveled in her chair to see the commotion and a gasp left her mouth. People ran left to right, trying to get out the way of the roaring car. It was after Margie got out of her initial shock that she saw the car heading their way.
"TRISHA, GET DOWN!"
The woman shot over the table to her daughter and pulled out of the chair. The vehicle swung on its tires, not being able to stay up right when it swerved too much on one side. She pulled her daughter to the ground just as the car hit the road. The sound of scraping metal was heard as it bounced back and spun directly over them and into the coffee shop's large window. The pedestrians' screams of terror grew louder as she heard the glass shatter. She felt pieces hit her back, but all she was worried about was protecting her daughter underneath her. It seemed like forever until she finally had the sense to look back up. With her arms still secure around the girl's waist, she saw that the car was deep into the shop. Glass and other pieces of debris were littered everywhere. She heard other's screams of agony as they were injured. A sick feeling entered her when she saw the bodies of the already dead people who had the misfortune of being in the car's way.
"Oh, God, that almost hit us. If I had been a second later-...?" Margie was confused as to why her daughter hadn't said anything yet and looked down. Trisha's eyes were wide (too wide) and her skin was pale (too pale). She was staring straight at her mother, but her breathes were coming out heavily and irregular. Margie took one of her hands from her daughter's waist and became pale herself when she saw the blood that covered it. Forcing herself to look down, she saw a huge shard of glass had made its way far into Trisha's side. The blood was soaking her shirt.
"NO!"
Margie hoisted herself and her daughter up. The girl was giving her a pleading look, and she fought for gulps of air.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE!"
No one listened to her. Too busy panicking themselves, some were running away from the scene, some not being able to look away from it at all, and some were crying over their own loved ones. Tears started making their way down her face, her make-up running because of them.
"Somebody call 911!" Margie heard a man's voice say from somewhere.
911? The hospital is on the other side of town. They'll never make it. She looked down to her daughter who was started to cough on her own blood that pooled in her mouth. Oh God, please no. Not her daughter. Not her baby. All the blood...Blood...
With that last word that triggered an aspiring idea, Margie made up her mind.
"Hun, this is going to hurt, o-okay?"
Trisha made no reaction besides coughing some more. Margie placed one hand on her daughter's stomach and the other around the glass. Then all of a sudden, she pulled- hard. The loud, blood curdling scream that tore from the girl's mouth mixed with the blood that came spurting out made her feel dizzy, but she didn't stop. When the shard finally came out, she threw it to the side. Afterwards, Margie quickly took off her own shirt, not really giving a shit if anyone saw her in a bra at a moment like this, and pressed it to her daughter's wound. She placed Trisha's hand over the fabric, and told her to press it as hard as she could.
She then gently- but still as fast as she could- picked up her daughter bridal style. She hurried to her car that was still parked in the parking lot, her sobbing mixed with Trisha's heaves of breath.
She opened to back door and laid Trisha down on the seat, moving into the driver's side when she was done. She quickly turned the car on and sped out of the parking lot and down the street, avoiding as much debris as she could. It was hard concentrating on driving while her daughter was slowly dying in the back seat. She made sure to check on her daughter in the rear view mirror every few seconds. A few times Trisha's eyes would start to close and her head would loll to the side. Every time this happened, she would reach a hand back and shake her daughter, repeating 'No, please stay awake, Hun! Stay awake for Mommy, okay?'
It seemed like hours before she finally reached her lab. She screeched to a stop and hurried out of the car and grabbed her daughter again. She ran to the doors, and pressed on the intercom button near the door.
"George, open the door- now!"
A clicking sound was heard, before the double doors automatically slid open. She rushed inside towards the main area.
"Jesus Christ! What happened to her?" She ignored George who stood there in shock. Pushing her way past him, she laid Trisha on a rolling table. Said girl was becoming less responding. Margie rolled the table near a computer screen with wires. She then went over to a case full of test tubes.
"Take off her clothes." She ordered.
"Wha-?"
"YOU HEARD WHAT I DAMN SAID!"
George flinched at the tone, but did as he was told. He started with taking off her askew and cracked glasses, and then he went for her shoes and socks. He grabbed a pair of scissors for her clothes, so he wouldn't have to move her any more than he needed to. After cutting off the fabrics, he told Margie he was done.
"Now hook her up to the computer." She ordered again. She seemed to have grabbed the test tube she needed and was now going to another side of the lab with it. George grabbed the wires connected to the computer and placed them in the correct places in Trisha's body. He then clicked certain buttons on the large computer and an irregular heartbeat and other vitals popped up.
Margie soon came back with two different syringes in her hand. She went to her daughter's side and immediately stuck one with clear liquid into the girl's arm. George recognized it as a drug that would knock Trisha out. After Margie discarded the empty syringe, George took notice of the other one. This one's liquid was green and glowed strangely. He freaked as he recognized it.
"M-Margie! What the hell are you doing?" He made a grab for the syringe, "We don't know what it does, ye-!"
He sentence went unfinished as he was shoved away paired with a loud "DON'T TOUCH ME!"
He slammed into the computer, but managed to stay upright by grabbing the corner of it. George stared wide-eyed at his panicking partner and friend. Margie was glaring all it was worth at him. At the same time, though, there was an unmistakable amount of fear in those eyes.
"I HAVE TO TRY! I HAVE TO!" She turned back to the table with her unconscious daughter on it. Her hand was shaking as she tried to line the syringe where it needed to go. She started sobbing harder as the job became hard to do with the shivering limb. Her cries suddenly stopped though when a rough hand gently placed itself on top of hers. The woman looked over her shoulder and saw George standing there with an understanding expression. The man slowly led her hand with the syringe towards Trisha. With his help, they successfully stuck the needle in the right place. Almost instantly, the injury stopped bleeding so much.
Margie became a little calmer as she injected the healing ectoplasm in her daughter. Now they had to wait for the results, but in the meantime, they needed to clean Trisha up. The next hour was spent doing this task. They sucked up the blood from within the girl's mouth with a long, slender tube connected to a sort of mini-vacuum. The scientists then took tweezers and starting plucking out the glass that surrounded the inside and the outside of the gash. They wiped away the remaining blood with a wet cloth and stitched up the wound as best as they could. Afterwards, Margie took another syringe filled with the goo and stuck it into her daughter. Another hour later, she did it again.
It was a very unnerving. Having to sit in a room with your only baby for three hours who was unconscious, bleeding, sickly looking, and who could probably still die at any moment. George was right when he said they had no idea what it could do. What if it backfires and suddenly makes her worse? The thought was enough to make Margie stay by the child's side the whole-time, never taking her eyes off the beeping vitals on the screen.
The woman jumped when a coat was placed over her shoulders. George rested a hand on her shoulder, only offering comfort.
"I thought you might be cold in only-...well, you know."
Margie had actually forgotten she didn't have a shirt on, but thanked him anyway. He wanted to ask what happened, but didn't in fear it would just upset her again. He didn't want to see anymore tears fall down his dear friend's face.
Said woman stroked a hand through her daughter's hair.
"It's been a while, should I put another syringe in?" She asked.
George gave her a sad look, "I think you've already put enough in. We don't want to risk-..." He trailed off, but Margie still got the message.
They stood there in an uncomfortable silence. Margie's heart jumped in her throat, though, when the beeping sound suddenly slowed down. Both scientists quickly turned their backs to the sleeping girl, instead looking in fear at the vitals. They were decreasing at a fast rate. Slower and slower and slower until they finally just stopped beeping.
A choked "No." left Margie's lips. Yet, she was too afraid to turn around and look at her now dead daughter. George seemed to feel the same way as all he did was clutch his partner to him.
But unknown to them, something happened to Trisha's appearance. Her blonde hair turned a deep, dark blue, and her pale skin got a slight tint of light blue to it. Just as those changes appeared there, they disappeared afterwards. Her blonde hair and pale, but human, skin was back.
Margie and George were shocked to hear the beeping sound of the vitals start up again. The screen showing that everything was normal. What shocked them even more was the low moan that came from behind them.
Twisting her head so fast it almost snapped, Margie eyes took in the sight of her daughter's head moving just slightly. Her face was scrunched up in discomfort before her eyes finally opened half-way. Her eyes held a drugged look about them, not fully aware of their surroundings.
"TRISHA!"
"How in the world-?"
Margie's face lit up like a Christmas tree at the sight of her now conscious daughter. She went to her side and leaned over the table to get a good look at her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but now they were tears of joy. Her baby was alive.
Trisha's eyes glanced over towards her mother, looking but not really seeing at the same time. But it was still a start, and that was all that mattered to Margie.
George stood there, dumbfounded at the fact that Trisha had just died before suddenly coming back to life and waking up. It was unheard of. It was illogical. As he watched Margie look over Trisha with pure happiness, though, he smiled before thinking that maybe there was just miracles like that in life.
UGH, I cannot believe I just wrote this crap. Dear God, the halfa-sue...I'm gonna go puke in the toilet, now.
I don't have ANY medical knowledge. If I messed up anything up there, then for the love of FSM, PLEASE TELL ME! But remember, the enhanced ectoplasm healed the most of it.
Well, review this, please. If you guys don't think it's as Sueish as I do, then I'll continue it. So, yeah...
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P.S. Trisha's hair will be blue and her eyes will be a pinkish-white in ghost mode. This is because the inverted colors of yellow and dark green are dark blue and pinkish-white. Like what happened to Danny's hair, eyes, and jumpsuit.