Warning: Contains homosexual relationships, mature language, sexual themes and violence.

Chapter 1

"Danny? Danny!" Sam snapped twice, right before her best friends eyes, trying to grab his attention.

"Huh?... Oh, sorry Sam." The halfa replied trying to be casual, he was distracted he'd admit it.

The raven haired boy turned his gaze upwards slowly, reflecting over every detail on the goth girls face. Firstly, the pale violet lipstick applied in generous amount over her lips, then the short point of her nose followed with a pair of eyes that glowed with the same tint of her lips makeup. Sam Manson, his girlfriend a year and a half ago before tensions so to speak. Things didn't work out as the young couple thought they would, but it couldn't be denied to Danny personally. Sam was still gorgeous as ever, but he knew she was off limits any further as they remained just best friends.

"You okay? You were spacing out on me. Was it a ghost causing trouble?" Her voice laced with concern, she glanced at him trying to conceive anything special.

"Oh yea- I mean no- well not on purpose, ghosts don't do anything like that anymore." Danny turned his attention fully on the goth girl, wondering what brought up ghosts in her mind. Maybe it was just old routine responses.

"Alright... Yeah, don't mind that. Ghosts don't do stuff like that anymore." Glancing at Danny, she recalled times when mentioning a ghost made her friend spring into action.

"Where's Tucker anyway?" Danny questioned, as he searched around the hallway.

"Probably in the library, said he had an assignment to finish."

"Woah, Tucker with work he didn't finish? That's new." Danny blinked slightly shocked, knowing Tucker he was always prepared and done everything beforehand.

"Well you know him, probably putting some finishing touches for that A+."

Sam frowned, clearly showing disapproval of him ditching the duo.

"Anyway, bells going to ring soon. I'm gonna head to class Danny, catch you later." Smiling for a moments notice before turning towards the direction of the stairs.

"Alright, see you too Sam." He returned a smile before turning into a familiar wall of a shoulder.

"Fenton!" Cried the blonde jock who towered over him, even now the football star still called him by his surname. Old habits he assumed again, something's weren't meant to change over time.

"Ow..." Rubbing his own arm, as he leaned downwards to withdraw the books he dropped in the collision. If anything significant did change about Dash a year prior, he'd become even more the hunk than before if that was possible to say.

"Watch it." Dark blue eyes glared into his aqua ones, he was still bullied by Dash and his jock friends but something inside told Danny that somehow, Dash had managed to mature. Was that even possible? He didn't call Danny by his horrible nicknames, or purposefully pushed him into things. He occasionally bumped into him, or laughed whenever Danny made a fool of himself. But he seemed... In a way, nicer if anything.

He couldn't help but sigh when he glanced at the athlete though, as much as he hated how Dash kept up his bullying habits, the jock had become a sweet eye candy. Muscles all rippling, lightly tanned skin and to top it all of a smile that gleamed. How the raven haired boy wished Dash Baxter was all his. Shaking off dirty thoughts, with all of the books off the ground and into his arms, the bell rang just as he dashed off towards his English class with Mr. Lancer, cursing that he might be late.

When the school day was over and the bell saved the several unnecessary groans of students, Danny was held back in class a while longer as a penalty for being late. Rather than stare at his paper that was stamped with a red inked "D-", he turned to glare at the clock facing him in the classroom. He felt like tearing the graded paper apart, in all his fury. He was finally dismissed when the school became ominously quiet with all his fellow students gone. Even Sam and Tucker couldn't wait for him, leaving him several text messages on his phone asking where he was or that they went home.

Sighing loudly, he slammed his locker door angrily after retrieving his bag and cramming the crushed marked paper up into his shelf in the locker, it was a totally unfair punishment and grade he got. He had plans to go out to Nasty Burger and have an important chat about his identity as Danny Phantom, with his two best friends after school, but thanks to his two minute absence he had to wait out for fifteen minutes after the bell rang for school to be done. He also wanted to at least have a "B-" or "C+" on the paper, so he could use it as leverage against his parents to go out to the movies the next day with Sam and Tucker. Caught up in his bitterness, he didn't even realize someone was watching and frowning before him as he trudged forward grumpily.

"Fenton? Why are you still here? Are you okay?"

Glaring upwards, Danny wasn't expecting to meet his light blue gaze onto dark blue eyes. Even stranger, was how this time he was the one with the angry composure and expression while his bully remained concerned and full of worry.

"What do you want Dash?" He grumbled, uncaring as to what the blonde jock might react to his attitude.

"Fenton, I-" The older teen paused his eyes widening in fear and surprise, before taking a step back from the raven haired teen with hands raised cautiously. "What are y-you?"

Blinking, the halfa's eyes were melding the light sapphire of his irises with a neon green iridescence. Snowy white hair highlighted the normal ebony in what seemed to be a flash of light, yet his black and white hazmat suit hadn't converted his casual attire. Oddly, even the twin rings of light hadn't formed to enable the whole change. Something was happening to himself, and Danny didn't know what.

"D-Dash, I-I can explain." The raven haired teen struggled to speak, his voice pitching differently with each word. Reaching out a hand towards the jock, a sudden jolt of pain hit him in the gut and he fell to his knees. Crying out loud in pain, the hand outstretched came close to cover what felt like a wound in his side.

"Danny Fenton or should I say Danny Phantom? This world no longer requires your heroic services, and to answer your requests I shall remove your identity."

It was a twisted voice, both female and male, robotic and accented as it spoke as one. Whatever was speaking seemed to only be heard by Danny, and it was the only sound he could hear, everything else was mute even his own screams. The pain it was causing was unbearable, he felt like he was being sliced in half, like a part of him was being ripped away. But beyond all the pain in his body, there was something else. Something was holding onto Danny, almost in an embrace as though trying to keep him from the harm he was feeling.

"Noooo! F-Fen- Danny! Danny!

The sound and voice was familiar to him, it kept him breathing and it seemed to cloud over the assortment of voices that had spoke to him before. He remembered it, who it was that clutched him so tightly in his arms and that shouted his name. It was Dash. Dash Baxter. It was the last thoughts and words he heard before his eyes closed, and darkness swallowed him whole.