Hi everyone. This will hopefully just be a two-shot. A dramatic one, at that too. If I can possibly pull it off. Ha, anyway, thanks for tuning in and I really do hope you enjoy.

No PP, guys. And this will also be Danny/Vlad Father/Son fanfic. But you'll see what is going on as you read. Lots of love. Enjoy~

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

The soft humming was disturbing. It was constant, and while trying to think, it wasn't bearable. The man suddenly shouted at his cab driver, who was currently singing an annoying tune in his head. At being reprimanded, the driver shot a glare in the rear-view mirror, but alas, stopped his humming.

Pinching the top of his nose in agitation and quite frankly, relief, Vlad Masters sighed.

But in remembering just what the situation was, he was engulfed back into his thoughts. And they consisted of just one certain young man: Daniel Fenton.

And they were not good thoughts, either. On the contrary, they were the opposite. And that was why the billionaire was currently riding in a cab.

Considering it was roughly 3AM in the morning, he looked disheveled and exhausted. That was to be expected, of course, but it did not make the man feel any better.

Vlad sat there and wasted away time glowering at the younger hybrid in his mind, wondering just what he should do to the boy when he arrived. It was incredulous this had happened, and when the police called him and announced the situation, the older man couldn't help but almost chuckle. He didn't believe it to be true, at first; that Daniel would do this, that he would be that incredibly ridiculous. Or for lack of a better word: bitterly stupid.

He would determine the exact situation when he arrived, but in the meantime, he needed to decide a course of action.

Because it was his responsibility; he was the mayor.

He seriously began to wonder if he could just 'drop out' of being mayor.

This was the fourth time Daniel was doing something that involved the authorities.

The first two times had involved many things, the police being alerted, setting up a barricade, and of course, Vlad being called himself, were all because of a silly ghost attack that Daniel could not handle.

And it amused the billionaire quite a bit, actually; to see his younger foe so defeated by a lousey weak ghost. It was much smaller than the boy himself; by a few feet. And it also had horrible aiming skills.

To say it bluntly, it was hilarious.

But considering the man was the mayor of this ghost ridden town, it was his job to fix the boy's mistakes. And he did.

It was effortless. Just taking a ghost hunting weapon out of one of the Guys' in White hands, he shot at the little ghost, thus making it fall to the ground and eventually puff out of existence.

After it ended, Vlad had planned to check up on the boy to view what was perhaps wrong with the boy, by stalking him with health rating and charts, he came back with nothing; nothing at all.

The vitals of a healthy seventeen year old; although, with the exception of ghost powers.

It didn't make sense; something should have been amiss. And if it wasn't in his vitals, then it had to be with something else. And what other vital life source did the teen have? His family.

But Vlad's plans were postponed, because that same night he was going to do his 'research' another disaster happened.

And it scarred the man deeply, and his entire picture of the boy shattered.

A citizen perished. By the boy's own two hands.

The image of the young half-ghost standing there.. bloody, crimson stained hands and body, a desolate expression etched onto his face, his once glowing blue eyes a solid grey color.

"BANG"

Vlad Masters jumped in his seat, startled by the sudden loud banging sound that had brought him out of his dark memories.

Looking out of his window, he realized it was the sheriff. And that he had arrived at the scene.

Quickly getting out of the cab, he addressed the sheriff was a deep and concerned voice, although, whether it was acting or real concern, you couldn't be sure.

"Has anything happened since our call?" Vlad asked, looking up into the sky, and the mass that was placed in it.

"We cannot tell. He is placed in a strategic area where we can't get a clear shot of him."

Vlad nodded, taking in the entire scene around him. Police cars, Guys' in White, and ten or fifteen frightened pedestrians. But by the roaring sound of a helicopter and sirens, it was obvious that the stressful moment wasn't going to end anytime soon.

Looking back to the sheriff again, he asked, "Has anyone gone in yet to try and pacify the ghost yet?"

The commanding officer shook his head gravely. "No, not as of yet. We are afraid if we do, he will activate the detonator. And we can't have the happen, not with the hostages."

At hearing those words, Vlad seemed to have missed a breath. But as quickly as the fear flew over his heart, it disappeared.

As if he was in a business meeting, the man announced, "Yes, well, the distressed ghost can be negotiated with. The words must be perfect, though. We can't allow any error in this case."

Agreeing with the man, the sheriff turned back towards the looming object in the sky, the Amity Park Memorial Hospital.

"And he really did pick the perfect place to attack, didn't he?"

The words didn't reach the mayor's ears. It was silenced out by the loud pumping of his heart.

Just what did the boy think he was doing? Blast the damn child.

He couldn't continue mopping up the boy's messes. He was able to shadow as much as he could with the.. murd- death, and the ghost battles, but this.. he wasn't positive he could repair this.

Daniel was doomed unless he did something. But he had to do it correctly, because if he did not then his entire facade as being an average, billionaire mayor was over. And they would connect the dots, eventually. The dots that led to his ghost half.

And not only would they get him, they would get Daniel.

And he just wasn't going to let that happen.

He vowed to watch over Daniel after that fatal night when he took the man's life.

It was his sole job as the boy's godfather to protect him.

Looking back at the monstrous tower, he came to a conclusion.

"I will go," he declared, causing the distracted sheriff to turn back to him in surprise. But after a couple of seconds, it suddenly melded into a stern frown.

"I cannot allow that, Mayor Masters. That would be a disastrous attempt at reconciliation with the ghost and it would be unforgivable if you came back harmed because of it."

"It was not a request, John," Vlad said, his voice deadly toneless and silent, "It was an order."

It was almost as if the air itself grew apprehensive from the tension growing between the two men as they stared down one another, Vlad's daring eyes almost challenging the man to tell him no.

The sheriff, on the other hand, knew the look in his mayor's eyes. He had known him for the past three and a half years. It was the look Masters' always had when he knew he could not be repudiated.

And much to the officer's dismay, he forced himself to nod in defeat.

Vlad's tense stare and attitude seemed to repel back at bit, but it was still there, just well hidden behind the man's eyes. "Thank you for your corporation, Commander, I appreciate it."

He couldn't force himself to smile, so he instead softened his tone, "I promise you will not be held accountable for anything that occurs once I enter the building."

Silence once again seemed to be unbearable again, only this time, it was a mournful silence as the officer had his head down. But after a couple of seconds of delayed action, the sheriff looked up at Vlad, his emotion suddenly vanishing from his features.

"Let's get you strapped in, then."

And over the next five minutes, the world seemed to blur together, something that Vlad had suffering from for the past year, as he was dressed with a anti-ghost resistant proof vest and supplied with as many communication related objects his body could handle, until the last defense mechanism was handed to him personally by the sheriff; a gun.

"Just in case," the man said, before nodding to Vlad and walking away, getting read to send the man into the medical ward.

Vlad watched his form retreat, before finally looking down at the weapon in his hand. Specifically, it was a ghost assault weapon, meaning, it was to be used on Daniel if necessary.

And at just the thought of having to..

Vlad shuddered at the very thought of it. He could never possibly harm the boy again. Not after everything.. that had happened to him. He simply did not deserve it.

Vlad Masters gaze fell away from the gun, and went to the massive building.

Ever since Danny had become an orphan, it was his responsibility to watch over him and guide him the correct ways. It was an arduous task; the boy hated the man more than he could ever express. And after the death of his parents, it seemed to grow tenfold.

He hadn't had a real conversation with the boy in over a year..

And now, he finally decided to approach the teen when he was in a building, with hundreds of ill, innocent citizens in it.

With a bomb strapped to his torso, ready to blow at any second.

"Are you ready to go, Mayor Masters?"

His entire core screamed at him to leave before he became too involved, that this was a terrible choice and that the half-ghost in there, the suicidal teenager, was not his responsibility. It was not his job to save his young arch-enemy. Even if he was mayor.

But it was not his core that screamed the loudest; but his heart.

And it said all that he needed to hear before he was certain of what he was about to do: he would do the same.

"Yes, I am ready."

Kind of dark, huh. But not as dark as it will get. Thanks for reading, and the next chapter will be out as soon as I can get it out. Please tell me what you thought of it. It just fills my heart with gratitude. Constructive criticism is gladly welcomed as well.

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