Candeh: Hello! Uh, I've been so having a writer's block lately and than, finally, I came up with this and, at least for now, it's good enough. Oh, and I just updated both of my latest fictions, so check them out, review, and humor me.

Well I hope you like this one, thanks. Oh, and hey mehlubsdanny, believe me now?

Summary: After a horrible accident, Danny's secret is spilt out to the entire town of Amity Park and he is thrown in Amity Jail. But when it turns out that his cellmate is none other than Vlad Masters himself, also exposed in the same accident, it's up for the two of them to forget their differences and figure out a way to fix the mess they'd gotten themselves into.

Chapter One:

Not Exactly According to Plan

Danny Fenton looked around the classroom he sat in, watching his reflection in the window he sat across from. There was something about his reflection that made him cringe; maybe it was because of the messy black mop atop his head, or the black bags under his bright blue eyes, but no matter the reason, he watched his tired reflection struggle to keep awake.

Sam, draped in black and purple, turned towards her friend with a tilt of her head. Her short black hair flew over her shoulder, resting heavily along her collarbone. She lifted a rather bushy eyebrow and whispered to her friend, "Danny? Are you feeling alright?"

Danny stared at nothing but the shiny purple lips of his good friend. Nothing she said had gotten through to him and he stared at her with a dazed and tired expression. He'd spent the entire night before trying to stop Youngblood from looting the town's jewelry stores, and it wasn't until 2 a.m. the next morning that he'd finally captured him in his thermos.

Sam shook her head, tossing her look to Tucker, who remained staring with a smile of pity. "It was a long night?" He tried as an excuse for Danny, but Sam shrugged, patting Danny on the back with bright purple painted fingernails.

Danny's attention was suddenly brought back into focus when Mr. Lancer, the boy's English and history teacher, slammed a newly graded test down on his wooden desk. "Mr. Fenton?" He said, leaning down to the boy's level. "Do you happen to know which hemisphere North America is in?" Danny blinked, staring down at his history test with complete awe. He looked up at his teacher with two large blue eyes and shrugged, too shocked at his own answer to respond. Sam slapped her forehead, watching her teacher roll his eyes slowly. "Daniel," he said with a slight blink, "last time I checked, North America was in the Northern hemisphere."

Danny sighed, rubbing his head and muttering curses to him "I meant to put that." And at the tone of his voice, the overweight teacher trusted him. He saw the tired look in the boy's eyes and leaned in closer.

"Maybe you should get more sleep there, Danny." He muttered. "Than you'd be able to tell me which hemisphere we're in, hmm?"

Danny didn't respond. He let his head drop with a large thud on his desk just as the end of class bell rang and the teenagers about him began to gather their things and scurry out the door, listening to not a word their teacher said.

Sam, Tucker, and Danny headed out the schools front door and down the steps. Danny pressed his back up against the thick trunk of a large tree and slid down into the grass, his legs sprawled out and his shoelaces untied. "North America," he muttered to himself.

Sam shook her head. "Danny, it's just one test." She sat down next to him, immediately agreeing with is dark haired friend.

"One test?" Danny shook his head timidly, "One more and I'll be grounded again. How am I supposed to keep up ghost fighting while my parents are always on my back?"

Tucker looked at his friend's tired face and remembered the night's long chase, "I think ghost fighting may be your problem, Danny." He flashed his friend a sympathetic smile and shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe you need to take a bit of a break."

It was just at this moment when the sky around the school turned dark and the students of Casper High looked up in amazement, almost predicting what was about to happen. But before any of them could move, the ground shook and out from the rubble stepped Vlad Plasmius, his long cape extending in the wind out from behind him. He stood with his arms cross brilliantly, and he stared upon the crowd of teenage kids with satisfaction. A sly smile spread slowly across his face.

Danny sighed, letting his shoulders sink as he pulled himself up from the ground quickly. "I doubt that's ever going to happen," he muttered before racing behind the school building and emerging in front of the red-eyed ghost as Danny Phantom.

The passerby around the two froze, and Danny could watch the eye of every single viewer around him. Sam stood, eyes darting about along with Tucker, the two of them remaining helpless at the trunk of the school's big tree.

Paulina, the gorgeous brunette in the school, stood staring up at her favorite ghost boy. She waved flirtatiously up at him just as Vlad grabbed him by the shoulders, bringing him up to his eye level. "I've been getting rather tired, Daniel." He mocked, yawning before continuing. "Are you?"

Danny narrowed his eyebrows scarcely. "What do you want, Plasmius?" But his tired attitude hadn't cost him every ounce of his humor. "Don't you get the drill by now? You coming up with the same faulty plan and me, eventually, stopping you hasn't been getting a little old?"

Vlad muttered to himself and looked up with a remaining smile. "It has been getting rather tiring." Danny smiled, but Vlad continued, sending the smile clear off of the young boy's face. "Which is why it's all about to change."

He lifted Danny's body up higher off of the ground and sent him hurdling through the crowd of teenagers like a bowling ball. He looked up with scarcely enough time as Vlad grabbed him by his collar and set him down at the top of the school's roof. A crowd of frightened Amity citizens gathered to stare up at the two ghosts amazed. "What make you think today is the day it's going to change?" Danny asked the ghost with a tired voice. He raised his hand, but Vlad shot it down in a quick toss of his hand.

"It is not a thought." And he whipped a bright red lit from his palm out, sending the light wrapping around Danny's thin body, and trapping him in place. "What?" Vlad asked when he had full grasp of the boy, "are you too tired to even try anything?"

Danny struggled to break free, but Vlad only grasped tighter. He sent a shock of electricity running through the boy's body, and watched as the body of Danny Phantom let loose in his grip. The boy looked up slowly, and Vlad thrust him over the edge of the building roof, letting his body dangle before the crowd below him.

He didn't ask if he had any last words, or if there was something he wanted, he just lifted up his other hand and waved, letting a toothy smile spread across his face. The tight pressure around Danny's wrist loosened and the boy felt a slight drop in his stomach. He hit the ground on his back, and opened his eyes to thousands of staring ones.

Vlad's POV:

Cheese Casserole! If I hadn't been so giddy myself I would have almost tumbled off the building with Daniel as well. Even from there, above the high city of Amity, I could see him, lying on his back with his eyes open wide. I am awesome!

I peered over the edge with a bright smile and watch as he lies there, not moving, not even daring too. He had always been rather naive, always quick to jump to conclusions, so- childish. He should have known by now that I, Vlad Masters, do not like to loose.

It had taken me a while to come up with the whole plan, to be completely honest. I had been up, by the fire, with Maddie, who had been eating catnip for a while now. She walked over to me, rather slowly and peered over my shoulder, her fluffy white fur brazing my shoulder. "Oh, if you were the real Maddie," I'd purred to her, "I wouldn't be sitting her drawing on a Sunday night." She purred back, like a normal cat would.

I actually really had it quite organized and drawn out. There was a complete map of the building and everything. And now, its perfect- I couldn't have wanted it to go any smoother.

And there I was, standing a little too close to the edge when I saw two bright flashes of light. Danny Phantom was Danny Fenton once again and the crowd around him began to scream and yell angrily and horrified. Danny bolted upwards, stumbling over his own feet and sending his body flying into the brick building in front of him. He scarped his knee, and I could see him scrutinize it from where I stood.

He backed himself up into a corner, completely horrified and shocked himself. I laughed, deciding I would get myself a better look, and I flew down to his level and crotched behind a large dumpster. But before the boy could make himself unseen, a huge disk came hurdling at his head, knocking him backwards yet again and sending him hurling backwards back into the brick building.

Even I was dumbfound, this was not part of my plan. I stood upright, changed back to normal, and stepped out from behind the garbage, staring down at the unconscious half ghost and pretending to be completely shocked. But before I could even open my mouth, a second disk, not quite as big as the one that had hit Daniel, came hurdling at my head, and sent me staggering backwards.

I steadied myself and looked upwards, "What the—"

The Guys in White, standing with their guns outstretched, pushed their way through the crowd. They rushed over to the boy in a hurry and looked at me with angry expressions. I shrugged, pretending to be clueless, but the dark skinned and muscular man in a white tuxedo spun towards the crowd and thrust a finer towards the boy on the ground, just as the crowd was beginning to near.

"What are you gonna do with him?" Shouted a middle-aged woman in the crowd. She had a child under her arm, staring amazed at the boy on the floor. She looked rather tired, and the whole ordeal seemed to have suddenly woke her up.

"What do you think?" The light skinned ghost hunter spat, he was looking rather anxious standing in front of the large crowd. There was nothing but silence and he finally continued, "Take him to prison, for starters!"

"Prison?" Shouted another person, this time a male, but much younger. He was carrying shopping bags that had been newly torn after having run from the other side of the street; groceries had been flung along the street like dirty laundry. "What's he done wrong?"

The men laughed, "what hasn't he done wrong?" The eldest man shouted, tossing his eyes about the crowd. "Do you remember when he attacked the last mayor?" Nothing but silence and it was the next member of the ghost hunting team to speak. He stepped in front of the group with a hit of confidence.

"Robbery!" Shouted the man.

"He saved numerous people!" Another woman shouted, she was much younger than the last two, and she looked like she must have only been a junior or a senior in high school. She was rather outgoing looking, with bright red hair and oldies glasses without any lenses, but I could tell she had been one of Daniel's followers by her shirt; the profile of a certain ghost kid resided on the front.

"From a disaster he probably caused." Another woman, looking rather worn out yelled from the crowd, she was on our side. Her children behind her looked rather embarrassed by their mother's opinion, but they did not contradict her. Silence, once again surrounded us.

And when I thought that the people were winning the battle, I knew I had to step in. "People, people!" I began to shout, letting them hear me loud and clear, "don't you remember this ghost? Danny Phantom has been nothing but a disgrace since he first appeared here! He's committed robberies and felonies!" I thrust my hand in the air blankly, getting no response.

And than it came to me, like a brilliant idea that had been nothing more than my utter intelligence- to lie. I was, in fact, the mayor of this sorry town. I have all the power here. I am, Vlad Masters, mayor of Amity Park, "He's a murderer!"

The Guys in White stepped back and so did the crowd in front of me. The young woman with the glasses let her eyes drop and her head hit her chest. Yet again, around me everything was silent. "Ghosts," I continue, "every single one of them you've seen, has been working for him! And you can trust him?" Frankly, I had spoken too quickly.

I walked over to Daniel's body, and bent down to the disk that was lying on his stomach, picking it up between my fingers. "I, for one—" I began, but a sharp pain went through my body and I gazed over at the disk I was holding.

Before I could look up, I knew already what had happened. Instead of pink flesh on my hand, it was replaced with a black and dark glove, fitting perfectly over my fingers. My skin had turned a pale green and a flash of a second light lit up around us like lightning. I was no longer Vlad Masters, but Vlad Plasmius.

"Murders!" Someone yelled through the crowd again, but I had no time to see who it was. I had begun to panic as something else came hurling through the crowd, hitting my forehead lightly. Garbage was being flung all over the place and the man with the groceries sent a banana hurdling just past my neck. All around me people are yelling at both Daniel and I, spitting angrily and frustrated. I knew at that point that it was time to run; this was not part of my plan at all. But just as I begun to dart away and out of the crowd, the dark skinned member of the Guy in White pointed his gun directly at me, sending a sharp pain down my back and wrapping a electrical wire around my waist.

I was pulled backwards, knocking Danny's body a little bit, and I opened my eyes just as the eldest member pointed a second gun at me, this time directly between my eyes. It was all I could remember before I felt myself pass out, hitting Danny's stomach on the way down-- defiantly, not part of my plan.

Candeh- Sam and Tucker had been completely forgotten about when I finished this, so please don't ask me where they were. If you must know, they were still at the tree, maybe having some dinner or a nice snack. Because the honest truth is, they weren't there, and I'm not rewriting it. So, my advice to you- for those of you who are DYING to know where exactly the two went, is: Have an imagination; be creative. Imagine that they were anywhere your little heart desires, because they were not there, and even if they were there, I didn't write it that way.

So...uhm there?

Preview:

Chapter Two:

And the Verdict is…

Danny Fenton had gotten himself rather dressed up that afternoon. He combed his hair, brushed his teeth (even flossed and rinsed multiple times), polished his shows, and wore his best tuxedo and tie. In all, besides the bight shinny handcuffs around his wrists and ankles, he had looked rather nice, and he'd walked in the courtroom trying not to trip over his bound feet.

Vlad Masters, his hair brushed and his teeth whitened, had done the same, and he followed the boy shortly after, being led in by a rather buff police officer, an angry and firm look across his face. Both Jack and Maddie sat in the front row, sending sorrow smiles to their son, who limped along the isles in a hurry.

The defendants looked around them horrified. "There are children at this session?" Vlad whispered to both his and Danny's lawyer, a petite looking man with a rather large Adam's apple. The man shut his eyes, and brought a finger to his lips nervously and Vlad huffed, a lock of hair falling over his forehead.

Paulina Sanchez looked about the courtroom at Danny Fenton, she looked rather messy and nervous sitting by Dash and the others, but she held her gaze for a long while. Sam, sitting in the front row, raised her hands, thrusting out two crossed fingers as she mouthed to him, "good luck."

The door farthest right burst open and a rather short man with a dark long robe entered the room. He hopped up on the stand and took his place as the judge of the courtroom. He sighed, filed the papers out in front of him, and looked upon the defendants over his small glasses. "Court is adjourned." He said, and the crowd in their seats stiffened. "May the defendants please rise."