Alright you guys. I'm back! This is a sequel to Accidental Portal (which I finished about a year ago! Can you believe it?) I've grown up a touch in the past few months, and sadly I'm out of practice when it comes to writing fluff. I'll be playing around with it behind the scenes. Regardless, I'm not out of practice with being hilarious! So, this story will mostly be comedic, with some dramatic hints/flashbacks/references to the original. Tonight I'm going to get to rewatching the series, and hopefully that will help with my characters.

I STRONGLY suggest reading Accidental Portal first, if you want the events of this story to make sense.

This chapter will be more dramatic, because it's closest to what happened at the end of A.P. So, overall, I hope you enjoy! I've got a few ideas. I want this one to be as if the chapters are episodes, so the plots of each chapter will be individual, with light story-arcs. But yeah!

The wind around us began to change. I could feel him. The presence was so sudden and strong. The pure essence of his deathly form was gruesome, and ghosts could feel him from miles away.

Suddenly, he appeared. Tall, and glowing green. His eyes were red and spikes make his collar and fur. Horns behind his ears and his wolf-like snout was pointed directly at me. He looked around once before creating a cage in the sky and letting it fall, encasing my classmates and chaperones. However, Dani had jumped out of the way, and hid behind a rock before it could encase her.

And Trechor didn't seem to notice, at first, thank God. Sam had her eye on our baby who hid behind a rock behind me, some yards back.

I turned my attention back to Trechor, and he smirked at me. "So, I've wanted a rematch in our little game, I'm sure you've heard."

"I'd rather not be dealed in this round," my reply was a monotone.

"Oh, but you've already put in your ante." His thick, green, and furry paw-hands wrapped tightly around my throat. He sent a flash of a vision through me, and I choked. Dan smacked down a building as if it were a fly. He growled and uses his ghostly wail to take the life of a pair of children who had fallen in their attempt of escape.

I growled. This was the man who'd caused Sam's fear of thunder-storms. Simply by torturing her like this while I'd been out for the count. I put my hand on his in foolish attempt to loosen his grip. At this, he sent a wave of electricity through me, and pushed another cruel vision of Dan into my mind. He threw me to the ground and I was down as electricity coursed though me. I'd been nearly-killed by it once, and I knew it could happen again.

He then went to the cage and looked to Sam, instantly boiling my blood. Whenever my enemies knew my relationship with her, they'd treat her like this, only to anger me further. His long claw traced up her neck as she was unable to back away due to the closeness of everyone in the cage. "So, I see that thunder now booms through your nightmares. Did I do that? I'm so sorry."

She smacked his hand away, but he growls and grabs her neck in his claws once again. He sends her mind a thunderstorm, and she begins to hyperventilate in fear. He smiles, hiss fist closing around her neck. I feel her desperate struggle for breath. Her knees went weak after multiple seconds of asphyxiation.

Trechor then looks to Tucker who shivered as he hissed. Trechor shifted into a dull nurse uniform, blood splattered gruesomely across the fabric. His hiss continued as Tucker's face paled. He let go of Sam, and a few students caught her before she could hit her head.

Trechor reached in, grabbing the petrified Tucker by the shirt. He pulled Tucker roughly against the bars, knocking him out in the process.

He steps back over to me as I began to get up. He grabs at me and sends a longer vision and burst of electricity through me. Buildings smolder and Dan topples them will the flick of his wrist. He slowly guts people one by one, as if they were fish. The tombs of Sam, Tuck, Jazz, his parents and Lancer are quickly obliterated. Nothing good remains of Amity Park.

I growl in my place and Dani reached out for me, tripping and falling into the light.

Trechor smirked and grabbed her by her throat as he had done me and her mother. "Why hello there, child." I struggled to get to my feet, angry fear putting tears in my eyes.

"And what's your worst fear?" he asked, his voice poison. I saw Trechor prepare an ecto ray.

"Let me go! I'll kick your butt so hard, I'l-" She struggled, fighting all the way.

"You'll do what?" Trechor glowered, now holding her by her throat.

His eyes began to glow. Colors swirled around where his pupils would be, "I wonder what you'd look like melted down".

No. No secret is worth my baby's life. No secret is worth Danielle.

Dani struggled to keep her gaze off of his eyes, but his grip bruised her into submitting.

I growled, and tried to jump into action. I couldn't make myself move, though. I just wanted to protect my daughter.

I managed to shoot an ecto blast at Trechor. It hit his hand, nearly singeing Danielle, and causing Trechor to roughly drop her. I give her a look, warning her to stay down.

"Ooh! Daddy gets scared when his daughter talks to strangers," Trechor taunted, shaking off his burning hand.

"As I should be," I admit. Danielle could feel the power radiating off him, I could tell. And the lack of radiating off me. I was low from not being in my ghost form for so long, she knew that. I tried to stand, to prove to her that I was okay.

I heard Trechor laugh at my pathetic attempt, and I was shocked to my knees again. More flashes of my ex-future self were poured into my eyes. I looked to Sam and Tucker, who were still out for the count. What if...?

My eyes fell to Mr. Lancer and Mr. and Mrs. Manson. "Why look to the teacher who never understands or trusts, and the parents who think you've corrupted their daughter?" Came Trechor's booming voice, echoing through my mind, and everyone else's ears. Trechor sent another flash of Dan's destruction and another blast.

My eyes then fell on my classmates: "What have they ever done but ridiculed you, while all you did was save them, time and time again." My bullies taunted me, joining Trechor in is attack. Another flash of Dan destroying more lives, and another ecto blast to my back.

I looked to my parents, hoping for them to save me, "The parents who only want to destroy you, rip you apart molecule by molecule and examine the remains? Not very likely, Daniel." My parents didn't make eye contact with me. Another flash of Dan. Another blast from Trechor.

I was desperate now, looking to Danielle, but not really knowing why. Trechor stood in front of her, blocking my vision with his evil grin. "You wouldn't even let her, if she wanted to. Forget it, Daddy." Then came the flash of Dan destroying all of his family, and then his own past self. I screamed now, as the pain of the illusion ripped through my body, joined by the pain of Trechor's well-aimed shot.

I screamed, and was roughly pulled into sitting.

"Danny." I pulled my knees into my chest. I pressed my hands against my eyes, and sobbed.

I felt my sister say my name again, and hugged me against her chest. My tears gave me a headache, so I scrunched up my eyes. She lightly shook me, but I was too far gone to notice. She didn't know what to do, so she just stayed with me for a while. Everything felt heavy, and so real. That dream felt so real.

Dreams granted to me by Trechor's work always seemed real, though. I should've been used to it by now.

My classmates and I had been home from our little "detour" for about two weeks now. Ghost attacks in Amity were few and far-in-between, after I requested a break from the Zone. I'd finished up my makeup school work; Sam and Tuck had done the same. Lancer was growing close with my little family. Danielle was enjoying the home Wulf and I had made last Saturday. Frostbite said that my legs were close to perfect; I could take the braces off and walk around the house. Things were looking up, overall.

Until nightfall, that is.

"Jazz," I finally whispered. She nodded and assured me quietly. "I'm sorry," I managed to squeak out, still hiding my face. My focus stayed on that demon I could become, and I repeated my tearful apology over and over. My sister opposed me in whispers, though I couldn't truly focus. That headache and my crying took whatever energy I had left out of me. Eventually, exhaustion and Jazz's gentle presence managed to lull me back to a much more peaceful sleep.

The next morning was Friday, but Jazz neglected to wake me for school. She had turned my alarm clock off after leaving my room in the middle of the night. Apparently, at breakfast, my parents told her they had heard my night-terror, and gladly let me sleep. So, I slept until around the time school let out. When I woke up, finally, I squinted at the light in the windows. I grabbed my cellphone to look at the time, and found a few messages.

From: Sam 7:34 A.M.

Where r u?

*_next message_*

From: Sam 7:36 A.M.

Srsly, Danny. Don't mess with me

*_next message_*

From: Sam 7:40 A.M.

U kno Tuck and I r always freakin worried about u. If this is a joke it isnt funny. Text me asap, Fenton

*_next message_*

From: Tuck 7:45 A.M.

Heads up, Danny-boy. Sam's in that so-scared-she's-scary mood. She's been calling me Foley, and referring to you as 'Fenton', so... Please tell her you're alive before she kills me. I want to have one more Rib-Sandwich-Sunday before I'm in the ground.

*_next message_*

From: Sam 8:30 A.M.

Just ran into Jazz. She let us kno that ur okay. Sleep well, doofus. Don't scare me like that again

I sighed with relief, since I'd slept through that stress. I laid back down to try if I could sleep any more, since sleeping in the dark was becoming more and more of a challenge. After a few moments of restlessness, I managed to hover between sleep and wake. I was brought fully into reality by Jazz, a short time later.

"There is no way you slept all day, Danny, right?" Jazz asked me, and I chuckled.

"Woke up around two, yeah."

"Well, good. Feeling awake?" Jazz questioned. I smiled at her, and shifted. My feet touched the floor, and I smiled at the feeling. I stood, ignoring the small spark of pain it caused. Jazz smiled at me, then cast a glaring glance to the braces and crutches near my closet.

"You bet," I grinned, stepping back and forth to test out my balance. I made my way into my closet, Jazz following behind. We went through my portal and I breathed a sigh of relief upon entering my lair.

That is such a weird phrase. I'd always thought that having a lair of my own wouldn't become a reality until I was an actual grown up. I'd always thought a lair would come along when my parents' joints were too worn to chase me anymore. I'd always thought a lair would be something I would come to after a honeymoon, as a first home of sorts.

Although, being a dad at fifteen should've been my first hint that I'd get some of the best things in life a little early.

"Dad," Danielle's voice echoed through the lair. "Jazz!" I picked my daughter up happily. Within seconds, though, Jazz had stolen her away from me.

"And how was your day, little miss?" Jazz asked Dani, her grin evident in her tone.

"It was awesome," Dani squeaked. "Snow Fort and I went hunting, but then I had lessons." The look on the little girl's face was enough to portray how similarly we felt about classes. "But after that, he introduced me to his girlfriend, and after lunch we got to fight!"

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, more keen on her sparring than Jazz seemed to be. "Who all'd you fight?"

"Two of his rookies, and then Mister Glace." Danielle grinned. "I only beat one of the rookies, but I don't mind. Fighting is fun."

"Was it hand-to-hand, or GPs?" I asked, making my way to the kitchen area to grab us all a snack.

"Hand-to-hand." Danielle replied. Jazz sat the two of them down at the table, and I tossed some food to them. I turned into Phantom, ready to relax and enjoy the Zone for all it was worth. Sitting down beside them, I enjoyed a ghost-apple, and listened in about the rest of Dani's day.

"You guys in here?" Tucker's voice rang from down the hall.

"Yep! Kitchen, dude," I replied, washing up glasses and the like from my what-would've-been-after-school snack. Tucker and Sam made their way in, greeting Jazz and Danielle. Tucker jumped up to sit on the counter, swinging his feet happily. I turned to offer Sam a hug, which was return with a punch to my shoulder.

"Don't even think I didn't remember this morning." Sam huffed at me. I rubbed my arm and rolled my eyes.

"How could I forget." I sighed to myself before deciding that I ought to use one of my powers to set this right.

No, I wasn't going to overshadow my girlfriend.

Instead, I gave her the best puppy-eyed-pout I could muster, hugging her from behind gently. "Please don't be maaaad, Ammy."

"Not gonna work today, Fenton."

Shoot.

"Will it work tomorrow?" Tucker asked for me. Sam smiled at him and nodded.

"Just want to make sure we're clear on how freaking terrified you made me," Sam announced, and I nodded my head. What else could I really do? I know it would've been identical (if not more intense) had it been the other way around.

I hugged her tighter, knowing that she was still frustrated. We both had a protective streak, it seemed. I was perfectly content being the object of hers. She sighed, patting my face affectionately as it rested on her shoulder.

"I've got all weekend to make it up to you, Ammy. Don't worry." I kissed her cheek lightly, hoping to ease her frustration in any way possible. Tucker chuckled at us, or more specifically the blush I'd forced onto Sam's face. Jazz rolled her eyes, and Dani ignored us for her food. Tucker's niece, alright.

We spent the rest of the evening talking and playing scary video games. After a few rounds, Danielle had topped my high-score. No one could beat Sam's score though. I would say it was pathetic, but everyone know's Sam's the queen of Doom. When Jazz and I had to go back to the Fenton household, she helped me with the work I'd missed that day.

I went to sleep prepared for the night terrors I knew I had coming.

But more than that, I was prepared for the next day; when Sam, Tuck, and I would head out to the comic book store, to read the comics so we wouldn't have to buy them. Great system, really. It was even better when we all got kicked out together.

This was going to be a good weekend.

Alright, guys! I'm not exactly sure what amount of time I'll put between the events of this chapter and the next. They're going to be related, but very loosely, I know.

I am SO open to suggestions! Please! Any chapter ideas or things, just let me know! My ideas are listed out and all, which is great, but they don't flow very well together. So, yeah!

I'm so glad if you enjoyed! Thanks for reading, and be sure to drop me any suggestions if you have them!

Thanks again for everything, all.