Phantoms of the Past, Present and Future

Danny Phantom Short Stories

Disclaimer

Danny Phantom and the characters, situations, technologies and locations of the Danny Phantom universe were created by Butch Hartman for Nickelodeon Television. This is a not-for-profit fan work for free distribution through the world-wide web. No infringement of any trademark or copyright is intended or implied.

Author's Notes

This is a collection of some Danny Phantom short stories that I have written. Assume that they are entirely unrelated unless I mention any larger continuity in my introductory notes.

Censor: T – Just for safety's sake

Just a little bit of light-hearted D/S fluff to start off. Canon timeline, post-Phantom Planet.

Doodles

Jeremy Manson supposed that he was breaching something of a sacred trust, being in his daughter's room whilst she was out on a "date" (oh my word!) with that tearaway Fenton boy. Nonetheless, as a father, he had responsibilities towards his lovely Samantha (a girl who would be pretty if she allowed herself to be so). He hoped that, in this room, he might find some answers to the mystery of what was going through Samantha's mind and, most importantly, where this thing with the Fenton boy was going..

Over the years, he was candid enough to admit, a great barrier had grown up between himself and his little girl. Some of this was his fault for not trying to understand her interests and feelings. Other parts of it, he felt, must be blamed on her teen stubbornness and her quite unsuitable friends.

Jeremy walked through the room, grimacing at her dark decorations and generally macabre aesthetic. Then he noticed something on the desk where her personal computer sat. It seemed that she took after her late grandfather (Jeremy's father and the founder of the Manson family's fortune) in one important way. On her desk was a writing pad covered with doodles. Dad had always told him that, if he needed to clear his head before doing something, he doodled.

Jeremy sat down in the typist's chair in front of the desk and looked through his daughter's doodles, hoping that the unguarded products of her subconscious might tell him a little about what she was thinking. One page caught his eye. He smiled at the series of sketches of various clothing designs that covered the page. He always suspected that Sam had a secret interest in art and design for all she loudly proclaimed her disdain of 'conventional' aesthetics. The sketches showed a number of clothing designs for both the male and female form.

Jeremy's eyebrow quirked up when he noticed that the male 'model' in the sketches was none other than Danny Fenton. Be wary, lad, he thought with a smirk. When a woman gets it in her mind that you are their 'project' to fix up, then your life will change in ways that you cannot imagine! What was strange about the sketches was that they seemed to be like something out of a super-spy movie, showing weird equipment attached to hidden belts and holsters either sown into or hidden under street clothes. Jeremy shook his head. Sometimes he despaired of Sam - even when designing clothes she had to turn it into something confrontational!

The next page puzzled Jeremy. It was a series of attempts to create what initially looked like some kind of corporate logo out of the letters 'D' and 'P'. As the sketches progressed, however, Jeremy realised that he knew this emblem! It was the identifying mark of the 'Ghost-Boy' that he had started wearing just a little over six months ago. Jeremy shivered at the thought that his little girl would be associating with a dangerous ghost, even designing changes to his costume! Was this why she had become so reclusive and had been breaking curfew? How deeply was she involved in the spectral vigilante's affairs? He immediately resolved to speak to her, find out the truth and demand that she stop any association with that freak of nature before she got herself hurt!

Jeremy stood and was about to leave but the breeze of his sudden movement caused the pages of the sketch pad to flip over, revealing an odd sight. It seems that Sam had been practising her signature for some reason. However, as Jeremy's looked down the column of slowly changing names his eyes opened a lot wider.

Sam Manson
Samantha Manson

'How I wish you would use that pretty full name, my dear' Jeremy thought. 'At least then I wouldn't have people wondering where my son, 'Samuel' has got to!'

Samantha Elizabeth Manson
Miss Samantha Elizabeth Manson - (this one was scratched out with a bold, black line)
Ms. Samantha Elizabeth Manson

Jeremy had to laugh. Yes, his oh-so-independent daughter would loathe a title that defined her in terms of her marital status.

Ms. S. E. Manson
Ms. Samantha Manson
Ms. Samantha Manson-Fenton

'What the...?' Jeremy's mind went into a kind of paralysis and he could only continue to go down the list.

Ms. Samantha E. Manson-Fenton
Mrs. Samantha E. Manson-Fenton
Mrs. Samantha Elizabeth Fenton
Mrs. Samantha Fenton
Samantha Fenton
Sammie Fenton
Sam Fenton

Jeremy Manson looked at the final variant of his daughter's name, underlined and surrounded by, of all things, little valentine hearts and smiley faces. Whilst it was surprisingly reassuring that his daughter was doing something as stereotypically 'teen girl' as daydreaming about her married name, the exact name she had chosen was more than a little worrying.

At that point, Jeremy decided that he would stay up to ensure that his daughter returned by curfew. He also wanted to talk to her date! He had some very serious questions to ask Danny Fenton, and the boy had better have some answers!