Author's note: This Danny Phantom Fanfic is set two years after PP. I have assured that the reason why Dani hasn't aged is understandable, and this issue will be discussed sometimes (and resolved at some point).
Anyways, this is my take at the scenario of 'Dani isn't Danny's clone, but his daughter' fic. Please, bare with me as this is my first fic in this category. (I'm trying to use as many fics as possible for inspiration.)
Anyways, let's begin with the story!
4 years ago:
Small plumes of smoke are still coming of the destroyed Clone-container, build by no other than Vlad Plasmius, also known as Vlad Masters. Said man was somewhere else in his mansion, already planning his comeback at his arch-enemy: Danny Phantom.
He had escaped, along with subject D-254, named Danielle "Dani" Phantom. But, to the maniac halfa, it was only a minor setback.
'All in good time.' His thought echoed through the ruined lab.
All in good time.
Suddenly, inside the lab, a green swirl appears. It grows, revealing a portal leading to the Ghost Zone. From said portal appears a very 'unique' ghost.
Clockwork.
He looks around the lab, the faint expression of concern on his face. His eyes fall on a small spot in the wall where a thin rim was around.
He removes the lid, revealing the keypad. Quickly using his ghost-powers to overrun the program, he causes a portion of the wall to open. He walks inside, coming face to face with the horrid works of the 'crazy fruit loop' as Danny Phantom so creatively calls the halfa.
Tank after tank, filled with failed clones. Suspended in a greenish liquid. It seems to stretch forever, but the Father of Time is here for one specific 'clone'.
He keeps walking past the many failures, a hint of disgust on his face. To know that this is the work of a human. Halfa, yes, but still with the mind and understanding of a human.
Finally, he reached his destination. Not a tank, but a pod, holding something very important.
'Experiment D-255' the label read. 'Perfect.'
He grabbed inside, passing the alarm without worry. As he pulls back, the light finally shines on the precious cargo in his hands.
A young, little girl, with black hair and purple eyes (albeit hidden by her eyelids as she was sleeping). She was wearing a simple black shirt and gray pants. She appeared no older than eight, but technically she was only one month younger than her predecessor.
A back-up, so Vlad called her, for if the other one failed. But, to the halfa's eyes, a failure like all the others. She had received too much DNA from the second supply for all the clones after D-250. Thus, she shared more aspects with her maternal donor. For, as Vlad himself had discovered, clones became much more stable when receiving two strains of different DNA, advisable that of opposite gender. As such, these clones had a paternal and maternal strain.
"You are no failure, young one. I will teach you all you must know." Clockwork spoke to himself, truly out of old habit. As he cradled the little child, he left back to the portal. As he leaves, the little girl her eyes flutter open, still unconscious of sleep, but by enough senses to affect something.
A small pot with a lavender flower nearby. The small death flower suddenly bloomed again, a slight hue of ecto-green around the plant.
As Clockwork leaves, a plan forming in his head, he chuckles to himself. 'The Observers will be pissed when they find out. Or better, if!'
2 years ago:
A large, celebrating cloud of ghosts is hanging over the North pole. The world had just been saved from the 'Disasteroid' with the help of Danny Phantom, who had been revealed to be Daniel "Danny" Fenton. The massive portal to the Ghost Zone was still present.
As the ghosts and humans were celebrating their survival, in the distance, a pair of suspicious purple eyes hidden between two sheets of ice were fixated on two people in the distance.
Danny Fenton, embracing the girl in his arms, Samantha "Sam" Manson.
"I thought I told you to stay?" A deep voice suddenly sounds behind her. She doesn't flinch, but she still turns around nervously, her eyes falling on her guardian.
Clockwork, Father of Time.
"Sorry." She said with a timid tune to her angelic voice. She nervously shuffles her feet, prepared for any punishment. The ghost sighs as he turns into his future self.
"I'm getting to old for this." He states, rubbing his rumpled temple. A small giggle escapes the girl at the humor of her guardian and mentor.
She knows that, if he's pulling his age-jokes with her, that she's safe. Her eyes turn back to the two embracing on the ice. The human and halfa.
'Mommy, Daddy.'
Present:
Overgrowth was already showing on the old mansion. The building, ones owned by Vlad Masters, was now abandoned. Little did the people know about the massive lab hidden underneath.
All but a specific halfa currently phasing through the walls of the building. She descents through the floor until she reached her destination.
The archive-section of the lab. The one place she had been forbidden to enter by her ex-father. Now, thanks to the tick of time, the place was falling apart. The electricity that was still on had been redirected to core-systems, shutting down any remaining ghost-shields.
As such, she could phase through the ceiling with no problem. Resuming tangibility, she lands on the floor before heading for the main-computer. Taking a small gadget, curtesy of a good techno-geek, she plugs the device in and starts filtering through the files.
Finally, she reaches the file she's been looking for in two years.
"Subject D-254, codename: Danielle Phantom."
Skimming the file quickly, she groans as the data she needs isn't on the computer. She does copy a few files that seem important and useful before unplugging the device and shutting the computer down. She starts scanning the room for anything else.
Finally, her eyes fall on a file-cabinet in the corner. She looks through the many files inside, hoping for her own file to be inside.
"D-251, D-252, … Ah! D-254!"
She pulls the brown folder with papers out of the cabinet and flips through the pages. At long last she arrives on the page with information about her DNA-structure.
"Subject D-254 seems to have accepted the two DNA-donor's perfectly. Soon, it will start developing."
She skims past the boring details and looks at the small list on the bottom.
"DNA Donor A: Daniel "Danny" Fenton/Phantom"
"DNA Donor B: …"
She nearly faints, but can just keep herself upright. Her eyes were almost as big as dishes, and her breath caught in her throat. She quickly closes the file and puts it away, along with the gadget, in her backpack. She flings it over her shoulder and quickly flies away, phasing through anything in her path.
As soon as she reached open, clear sky, she searches her direction before rocketing off, almost leaving behind a sonic boom in the process. All the time, a single thought is ringing through her mind.
'Gotta find Danny, Gotta find Danny.'
The park of Amity Park was normally calm, peaceful pleasant.
Currently, it was a tiny warzone. A plasma-bolt skims a tree, cutting some of the bark away. Right behind said tree was the now world-known ghost hero.
Danny Phantom.
He peered from behind the tree, but just barely avoided another blast. He could feel his strength all focused on keeping his ghost-form standing. A sudden sting of pain radiates through his body from the gash in his arm. He winces, grabbing the appendage with choking pain. It wasn't mayor, but still stung as fuck.
The ghost currently chasing our hero was preparing to fire another bolt, but his weapon suddenly seemed to malfunction. He taps it a few times, unaware of the snickering techno-geek currently hiding underneath a picnic-bench, holding his signature PDA in one hand, the other hand covering his mouth to keep quiet.
That was all there was needed for the halfa. Charging a final powerful Ghost Ray in his hand. The glowing ecto-green sphere pulsed with the power stored inside. Jumping from his hiding spot, he throws it at the unsuspecting specter. It went right inside the barrel of the weapon. The resulting explosion was twice as strong then predicted, forming a small crater with the ghost knocked out inside.
As it opens its eyes, they fall on the girl with black hair and purple eyes standing on the edge of the crater. She pulled a metallic thermos from her belt and opened it before aiming at the scared ghost. The resulting effect pulled the ghost inside with a final wail before she closed it up, a large grin on her face.
The trio gathered together, observing the mess they left behind. A few trees were blown to pieces, patches of grass charred, and small craters scattered around.
"One of these days, you really have to stop making such a mess." Tucker playfully jabbed at his friend, who turned back into his human form. Danny shared a laugh with his friend before cringing, the sudden sting from his arm reminding him of the injury. He was suddenly pulled along by a strong female hand, belonging to no other than Sam Manson, his girlfriend and most trusted ally. And currently, very pissed with the carelessness of her boyfriend. She pushes him on the seat of her scooter, opening the box on the end. She pulls the first-aid kit from inside and starts grabbing bandages and disinfection.
A few cries in protest is all that follows from the pair, the boy failing to escape the death-grip on his arm as the goth tends to the gash.
'The great Danny Phantom, outdone by his girlfriend.' Danny thinks as he glares at the bandage around his arm. He grumbles a few curse-words under his breath before standing up from the seat. About to change, he was halted by a glare from Sam.
"This time, you aren't reopening a wound by going ghost. My scooter is good enough for two."
The halfa agrees with relent, although a few images of the two together flash through his mind. He quickly shakes those from his head as he allowed her to sit down first. Scooting to the edge of her seat, she allowed enough space for the new passenger to join her. She calls for him to hold on, but blushes as he wraps his hands around her waist. Grumbling a few curse-words of her own, she starts her scooter and drives away, leaving their friend and mayor of the town to handle the mess this time.
As they drive through the town, a few bystanders give them a second of attention before shrugging and continuing. After two years, the publicity and significance of the town's ghostly hero had subdued down to a reasonable level. Sure, after a really big attack the media still hogged them, but the townsfolk themselves had grown accustomed to the hero and the knowledge of his identity.
That didn't mean that the occasional fan wouldn't shout at them or applaud after another successful mission. Nor that there weren't any people who still had bad thoughts about the halfa.
Finally reaching Fenton Works, the two step of the scooter and park it away before entering the house. As they enter, they are greeted with the smell of burned lasagna and shouts of Danny's older sister Jazz, arguing with their mother about diner, again.
Used to the usual, they don't bat an eye at the two women clashing about what to eat. In the living, Jack Fenton, father of the family and ghost-hunter like his wife, was casually reading the afternoon paper, used to the banter in the kitchen. Danny greets his dad quickly before following Sam down the stairs into the lab/basement.
He flicks the lights on, revealing the place filled with tech and machines. At the end of it all is the device they were looking for. The Fenton Portal.
Quickly emptying the thermos into the portal, the two keep up with some nice talking and a few inside jokes. Leaving the lab, they find that the argument about diner has been resolved, with Jazz wining.
"Hey, Danny, what do you want for take-out?" His older sister called from the kitchen, phone in one hand and a pen with note in the other.
"No, thanks, Jazz. I was going to eat at Sam's place today, remember?" He calls back, glad to be able to avoid some take-out for once.
"Sure!" She calls back before turning back to the phone, completing the order. Danny motions for Sam to wait as he heads upstairs to his room, grabbing a few things and changing to some better wear. He puts a black shirt with the Fenton logo on, over it an ice-blue hoodie. He switches from jeans and grabs his red sneakers. Checking to make sure the hoodie conceals the bandages, he deems himself ready and heads back down.
He takes Sam's hand in his own, calls to his parents that he's off, and the couple leave the Fenton Residence, ready for a peaceful afternoon.
So, what do you say, my new fans? A good start for a story? Does it need tweeking? Please tell me via PM or Review.
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Me: Writing a story about ghosts, sounds redundant.
Danny Phantom: Hey!
(Oops, guess I attracted the attention of one specific ghost.)