I really need to stop starting new fics... omg

But anyway! I was having strong Danny Phantom feels and then I got this idea so why not?

Please don't mind any mistakes I might have missed.

Have you ever felt like you don't belong? Like you're just not normal? Well, that's how fourteen year old Danny Fenton feels. His whole life he felt like he never fit in; that there was this thing about him that was off and something was wrong with him. He doesn't really have that many friends; just two. His grades are about average and he's pretty sure his teachers hate him. He's only been a freshmen for about two months and he's already close to his breaking point. Too bad for him, things are going to get even more stressful for him.

It was a normal morning, right? Just a normal morning, that is until he noticed something off in his reflection that morning. He thought it was just the condensation of the bathroom mirror playing a trick on him, too bad that wasn't the case. Cleaning the mirror the best he could, he just stared at his hair, dumbfounded. He ran a hand through his damp hair. Was it… grey? No, not too grey, but just a few shades lighter than his jet black hair. He knew he was stressing out, but there was no way he was getting grey hair already. He was about to take an even closer look until his mother shouted at him to hurry or he was going to be late for school. He sighed; pushing his now grey hair to the back of his mind.

After going through with his morning routine, the boy made his way downstairs. Upon reaching the last step, a hushed conversation his mom was having on the phone caught his ear. Young Danny always had pretty good hearing, he thought he was just lucky, and in a way, he was. But something in his mom's tone made him listen in.

"I know, I know. His fifteenth birthday is in a few months, the signs should start showing up but so far, nothing."

A slight pause.

"Well, what if he got lucky? What if he didn't– "

She was cut off.

"Okay, maybe he's just a late bloomer? Look, I don't know if I should say anything to him."

Danny blinked. Was she talking about him? He was turning fifteen soon and it would only make sense, right? Danny took that time to fully walk into the kitchen, "Morning mom." He put on his best smile, trying to forget about what he just heard.

Maddie looked towards her son and smiled back. She whispered a goodbye to the other side of the line before hanging up the phone, "Morning sweetie."

Danny walked over to the bowl of fruit on the counter and pick himself out a bright orange, "What was that about?" He asked, peeling the fruit with just his hands.

"Huh?" She asked, something obviously on her mind, "Oh the phone call? Oh, I was just talking with your Aunt, that's all." She smiled gently at him again before heading down to the lab to where her husband and Danny's father, Jack was.

Danny just stared at the door to the lab for a few seconds before sighing and pulling a slice from the fruit. Popping one in his mouth, he looked over to the clock on the wall. Danny rolled his eyes as he continued to munch on his breakfast. It looks like he was going to be late if he didn't get moving now. Finishing up the last of his orange, he grabbed his bag and jogged out the door.

Opening the front doors of Casper High, his heartbeat quickened slightly, fear washing over him. He hoped to ditch his warm welcome from the school's football star and Danny's own personal bully, Dash Baxter.

One step. Two steps. Three steps.

Not even four steps and Danny was met with a strong shove to the wall. Pain washed over his back. Danny mentally cursed Dash. What was this guy's problem? It was like he couldn't go one day without wailing on Danny. Another strong shove and Danny was on the ground. The last thing he heard was a laugh and everything went black.

The man sighed; he didn't want to put up with this. He was fine with watching from afar, but sadly, he was forced to go through with it. Although he couldn't deny it, he hasn't seen his son since his birth and he was quite ready to see him again. Sadly, he can't say anything to him about his ties with him, but seeing him was better than nothing.

"A teaching job, huh?" He spoke into the phone. The man sighed; clearly frustrated, "I don't mind protecting and watching over him, but I'd rather do it without having to put up with some small town high school." He stood in front the classroom, not wanting to do this at all. Another sigh and he spoke into the phone, "Okay, if I must. I'll call you later." After hanging up, he stood there for a good minute or so. Why was he so nervous? Someone like him never gets nervous; they attack things head on.

Upon opening the door to the classroom, the class quickly ran to their seats. They watched as their new teacher made his way up to the front desk. They watched as he set his things down and went to write his name and other various things on the board.

Once finished, the man turned, walked to the front of the desk and leaned on it. He simply just surveyed the students, disappointed when he couldn't find any sign of his son. After clearing his throat, he started to give his big speech, "Good morning class, I am your new algebra teacher, Vladimir Masters. You will only refer to me as 'Mr. Masters' and that's all. As Casper has yet to find a permanent teacher for this class, I will be your teacher until then. Do I make myself, clear?" After a monotone reply from the class, Vlad turned, pulling out a stack of papers from his briefcase, "Here is the class syllabus, you are to follow the guidelines and bring the proper materials to class." He divided the stack of papers and slapped them down on the first desk of each row. Before he could get another word out, the door opened. Vlad sighed, guessing it was just a late student, "You're late. Tardiness will not be tolerated…." His voice grew quite as he laid eyes on the student at the door. No doubt about it. It was him; it had to be him.

"Um, sorry. I've got a note, from the nurse."

Vlad blinked. This boy was definitely his son, but the nurse's office? So early at that too. He does seem a little out of it. Vlad couldn't deny it; it was worried. This was his son and here he is, late to class from the nurse and looking very tired. He wanted so much to just hold his son in his arms and ask him what happened, why he was like this. But he knew he couldn't, not for a while that is. Pushing his worry aside, he spoke up again, "Well then, hand me the note and take your seat," he looked at the class roster, "Mr. Fenton, right?"

Danny nodded, "Right." After handing Vlad the note, he took his seat at the back of the class behind his friend Sam and next to his other friend, Tucker. The two friends shot him questioning glances, but he shook them off, making a mental note to tell them later.

Algebra seemed to just drag on and on. It was definitely one of the Danny's worst subjects; math just wasn't his cup of tea. He did his best to keep up with notes and to not fall asleep, but with the morning he had so far, all he wanted to do was just sleep. As soon as the bell rang, relief washed over him. Finally, no more confusing story problems and solving for x.

Vlad was leaning on the front of his desk, when he called Danny over, "Mr. Fenton, a word please."

Danny rolled his eyes, but he was in no mood to argue. From the sudden hair change, to getting beat by Dash and waking up in the Nurse's Office, he just didn't have the energy to protest. Besides, he didn't even know this teacher; he could very well be a lot better than the subs they've been having for the past two months. Once all the students were out of the class, Danny walked up to the other side of Vlad's desk, "Um, is this about my tardy? Because that note is legit." There were no signs of anger or impatience in his voice, it was an honest question, but with his mood, he wasn't so sure.

Vlad couldn't help but chuckle. On one hand he was worried about his son and why he was so tired, but on the other hand, this was his son he was talking to; he just couldn't help it, "No, Mr. Fenton that's not it, I believe you."

Danny's eyes brightened slightly at this; it's not every day that the teachers of Casper believe him; especially when they always seem to take Dash's side, "Really?"

A small smile made its way on Vlad's lips, "Yes, really. Anyway, did you catch my name?"

"No, not really."

"It's on the syllabus and on the board, Mr. Fenton. You should try and pay attention." Vlad's gentle voice now held a stern tone.

Danny rolled his eyes. While he may be right, it still wasn't something Danny wanted to hear right now, "Yes, sir."

"Anyway, I wanted to ask you why you're so out of it. You look awful." Danny looked at his teacher, shock in his eyes. Not every teacher asked him this. They just always assume he's just some lazy kid who never goes to sleep when he should. And they never believe him when he tells them the truth, either.

Danny sighed, realizing he had to give the same speech, "Well, for starters, it was an odd morning. And then I get beat up by the school football star, to the point of passing out. So, that's how I ended up in the Nurse's Office." He shrugged, used to the same routine.

Upon hearing Danny's story, Vlad's insides raged with anger; how could someone just bully his kid and get away with it? Danny isn't some plaything; he isn't just something they could push around for their own amusement. Vlad sighed, trying to calm his anger, "And by football star you mean…?" Vlad questioned, starting to speak his hands.

"Dash Baxter. Luckily, it was just him this time." Danny's voice started to sound depressed; he was so tired of always being pushed around.

"This time? What do you mean 'this time'?" Vlad furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but paining him to hear his son so depressed.

"Sometimes he gets the whole football team to wail on me, it's like some tradition or something. And the best part of it all is that they always believe him. Man, I'm so sick of this." Danny didn't bother meeting Vlad's eyes now. With his hands in fists, he dug his nails into his palms; feeling sadness, hopelessness and anger all together.

Vlad wanted so much to just comfort his child then and there. They were behind closed doors, right? Surely no one would notice. Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy. He couldn't just blow his secret so early, plus she would be angry with him. The best he could do was lay a hand on his shoulder and comfort him in that way, "I'll deal with them somehow. I'm your teacher for the time being and it's my apart of my job to protect my students."

But Danny just shook his head, "No. It doesn't matter if you rat them out, they'll just come after me even more now. I'll think of something."

"But they continue to do this. I just can't sit back and watch."

"No, trust me. It's fine."

Vlad just looked at Danny for a while; wondering if he really should just leave it alone. Agreeing to Danny's words, Vlad sat back down at his desk with a pen and paper, "What's your next class?"

Danny didn't bother looking up now, he just gave his answer in that depressed tone, "English."

Vlad nodded, "Ah yes, Lancer's your teacher, right?" Vlad looked up at Danny again, but with no answer. With his disappointment growing, Vlad finished off the note and handed it to Danny, "You better get to class now, Mr. Fenton."

Taking the note, Danny just nodded his head, gave a quite 'thanks' and was out the door. Vlad just watched his son walk away, unable to do anything. So many emotions consumed Vlad. Anger for what Dash did to his son, sadness for seeing his son so depressed, and frustration for not being able to do anything about it.

Since it was a free period for Vlad, he had a lot of time to dwell on his feelings. He replayed first period in his head, from his introduction at the beginning of class, to his conversation with Danny right now. But then, something dawned on him; Danny's hair! Vlad furrowed his eyebrows in thought. He thought back to his conversation with her this morning. With such speed, Vlad pulled his phone of his briefcase and dialed a number. He held the phone to his ear; his leg bouncing as his impatience grew, "Come on now, pick up." He got up from his seat and started pacing back and forth. Then, he was met with a cheery greeting on the other line. Without bothering with his own greeting, in an urgent voice, he spoke into the phone, "Madeline, I need the most current photo you have of Daniel, now. I think, I think it's time."