A/N: Yay! More writing! I'm now attempting to write a half-decent "fangirl in the fandom" fanfic, with a more realistic twist. Hopefully. From that, there will be:

-No OC turn into halfa. No. Just no.

-No Clockwork introduce OC. CW just might not like the problems in store from this...*rubs hands and laughs evilly*

-No OC relationship with canon characters. By that, I mean no Vlad/OC, Danny/OC, or Clockwork/OC since that's what everyone seems to be concerned about. No slash either. I don't write that.

-No "Yippee, I'm friends with Sam, Tucker, and Danny. Fourth to those three! Friends forever!" There will be OC interaction with them, but they won't welcome her right into their circle of friendship and trust. I'm actually leaning more towards a possible OC and Valerie (or OC and Jazz. Maybe.) friendship, but if that seems too far-fetched, please tell me.

-Yes, there will be canon changes. This is a "fangirl in the fandom" story, after all. Canon changes seem to be the definition for the majority of fanfiction.

Well, here I go. Please tell me if you like my OC or not. Enjoy!

I wait and listen.

"Daniel, stop being so stubborn!" "Get away from me, fruit loop!" Splashing noises, of what is probably Danny struggling to get from the millionaire next to him. "If you don't let me help you, little badger, then you won't be able to help your friends. And we don't want that, do we?" A pause, in which Danny sighs reluctantly. "Fine. But don't think I'm not watching you, fruit loop." Vlad's voice takes on an amused tone. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

I look down at the water surrounding my little island. Moving into it would cause a splash. Noise. There are too many tunnels I could take or they could take, to chase or run. That was probably the purpose the two halfas had fled down in here, to avoid being cornered or taken by surprise.

I creep forward, stepping stone by stepping stone, making no noise as I do so. Until I'm close enough to see the pair. Danny lays in the water, green blood dripping from his hastily wrapped shoulder to further muddy his surroundings. Vlad stands next to him, having just gotten up from helping Danny with his injury. Both are in their ghost forms, and both have their backs turned to me.

"Do you think she's gone? Jamie?" Danny's hope is obvious and clear in his glowing green eyes. Only to have his hopes crushed by Vlad, his own enemy (not too rare of an occurrence, to think about it). "Whatever that thing is, it isn't a 'she' anymore. Or even human. There is no possibility that it would give up the hunt." The older halfa's back suddenly straightens. "In fact, I bet it's here right now."

I step into the water, clearly announcing my arrival. No use hiding anymore. "You would be right about that." They whirl towards me, ready to take on any threat. Even a threat they can't fight and are helpless against.

"Jamie, back off!" Danny stands up, fists full of glowing green energy. "You don't have to kill us."

"You're right, I don't." My voice darkens. "But that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to."

"Why? You were my friend." He begs for an answer, ghost eyes searching for one in my eyes. "Creatures like that don't need a reason to kill." Danny turns on Vlad, angry in every sense of the word. "And you would know about that, wouldn't you, Vlad?" "Daniel, are you insane? It just clearly stated that it wants to kill us and you're angry at me?" Vlad looks incredulous, going so far to dramatically put a hand on his chest for effect.

"Not that I would mind myself some answers." He quickly adds. Vlad Plasmius can't let anyone get the better of him, after all.

I smile. I don't know how cold this smile is, but I hope it's harsh enough to get my point across. "Of course you wouldn't. Hybrids." I spit the word out like it's poison on my tongue, and like poison, it does its job.

Red and green eyes stare in shock for a minute. Plasmius recovers first and Phantom right after, but the moment was there. "Hybrids? What makes you say that?" Delaying tactics. They already know I know something but can't say anything in case I don't really know something.

Or something like that. I'm no Clockwork.

"Everything. Masters. Fenton." Nothing can more damaging than the truth at the wrong moment. In this wrong moment, I destroy the halfas' hopes of escaping into their human forms until they can figure how to counter me. Now I reveal I know everything, everything that matters, and I have just proved I can hunt them down any time I wish.

Crackling ectoplasmic energy dies down to a whimper. This energy is useless against me, after all. No way to escape.

Except Danny will still try. They both will. It's this stubbornness that has gotten them so far. I admire it, in a way only an outsider can.

I bring what is in my hands into view. Eyes widen again in shock. "How?" I don't know if it's Danny or Vlad that whispers this, but I don't really care.

I smile again. "I'm a fan."

I bet you didn't really understand any of that, now did you? What? You're complaining that I interrupted, and at a cliffhanger at that. Don't give me that. This is my story and I can tell it however I want.

But you might be right about how it's hard to understand exactly what's going on. Or how it all happened in the first place. We call that "In medias res", or starting in the middle of the action. But now you want more of the story? Ha, you've fallen into my trap, reader. Watch me cackle evilly. Mwahaha.

But seriously, you really want this story to get started? Really started this time? Well, like all great things, it started with an accident. The ghost portal wouldn't turn on, despite all his parents tried to do. So Danny, along with his fri-

What, you're saying you already know this story? If so, you can listen to it again. Stop complaining, I'm the writer here, not you. You threaten to stop reading my story and see how I care.

Really.

...

Fine, I'll do it your way. But if you complain the entire time, I'm trashing this thing and going home. I'm under no obligation to finish this.

Like I said, it started with an accident. But when I truly started becoming aware of how much of a mess I was in (partially, kinda, maybe), that began with something else.

A name.

"Jenny!"

I woke up with a gasp, eyes staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling.

Purple with gold stars splattered all over it. If done with a more skilled hand, perhaps it would have looked nice, but to me it just looked wrong. Like everything else did. "Jenny, time to get up!" A stranger called for me, with a name that isn't mine. "You don't want to be late, do you? This is your first day back!"

Oh yes, that. School today. Sighing, I got up out of bed, keeping my eyes focused on the ceiling. I didn't want to deal with it just yet. Or ever, but there's not much I could do about that. I barely managed not to kill myself tripping, but I still refused to look down to focus more on my feet.

I stumbled into the bathroom. Where I faced it in the mirror.

No matter how many times I saw it, it still managed to surprise every time. I examined the mirror, reflection and all. A perfectly normal face, one sprinkled lightly with freckles across the nose. A face that probably looked a little cute, framed by curls, if I cared to admit it. My hand ran through curly brown hair, smooth and silky from a lifetime of too many hair products. Blue-green eyes stared back from the reflection, over-sized to compete for every bit attention a person could muster.

Nothing wrong with this face. Except for one thing. It wasn't mine.

When I walked down the stairs, I felt dirty. Even after taking a shower. A kind of metaphysical dirt or guilt, if I cared to think about this feeling. Which I didn't.

A man sat at the table, face buried in a newspaper. A little girl sat next to the man, feet kicking back and forth. A woman, who's the stranger that called me down, turned to me, smiling with breakfast plate in hand. A breakfast plate with sunny-side eggs and bacon on top.

The perfect picture of family life. But it wasn't mine. Like these clothes weren't mine, or even this body I'm wearing wasn't mine. Everything was wrong and I felt like I'm only one that knew that.

Well, not quite. The woman's perfect smile began to slip, sensing perhaps some of the dark cloud surrounding my thoughts. Before it disappeared entirely, she made a valiant effort, saying, "Well, do you want some?" Behind those eyes, she begged me to say yes.

I considered it. In my old life (don't think about that, don't think about that), I never ate breakfast. Never was hungry enough to. But clearly, 'Jenny' ate breakfast everyday and since today's 'Jenny's' first day back to school, her mom decided to make an effort to cook her breakfast. That's what I came up with, anyway.

It would make no logical sense for a mother to make her teenage daughter breakfast every day. That would be silly.

I shrugged. "Sure," and took the plate from 'Mom'. Her body let out an unconscious sigh of relief, I can tell by the way she almost seemed to deflate. I couldn't blame her. It's been hard for them, dealing with New Jenny, Jenny after the Accident. But I couldn't muster much sympathy for them, being how it's me trapped in someone else's body.

I dug in and choked the food down. Pretty fast, really. I've always been a fast eater. Judging by the weird half-glances 'Dad' kept giving from behind his paper, Jenny was a slow eater instead. Just one of many differences, wrongs, I've committed after the Accident (which I still don't know what happened).

They didn't say anything, only gave me sad, pitying looks until I wanted to hit them. The medical explanation for why Jenny isn't Jenny anymore was too much brain damage. Never mind that there wasn't a sign of scar tissue on said organ, never mind that's not how identity loss works. All of the adults needed a reasonable answer for why Jenny was a different person entirely, so they plopped down with that.

The little girl, Jenny's sister, was the only one who really seemed to get the truth.

A girl walked into the room. Can't be more than five, tops. Brown curls bounced with every moment of her body. They seemed familiar for some reason. The curls, I mean. "Sara, come see your sister. She's finally well again!" Dark blue eyes looked into mine, before looking away.

The girl, Sara, solemnly shook her head. "That's not my sister."

Truer words never spoken. I wasn't her sister. Her sister was dead, most likely, since I didn't sense any activity in this head other than mine. Just me. And I'm sorry about it.

Speaking of the little girl, I looked up from my breakfast to see her staring at me. Just like her dad. But unlike 'Dad', she doesn't look away, ashamed of getting caught. Instead she glared into my eyes. "Jenny doesn't eat like that. You're not Jenny." 'Dad' sighed. "Sara, I'd thought we went over this. Your sister isn't quite the same anymore." "Still not Jenny," She muttered, before turning back to her coloring book.

I thought about saying something about that, but decided not to. I had things to do.

Right now, I had to go to school. I grabbed my nearby backpack (purple with more gold? Seriously?) and turned to leave. Only to find 'Mom' in my way. Her arms were spread out to receive something, maybe a hug. Normally, I was all for hugs, but not from strangers. I pushed past without even a look back.

I paused when she called out to me, almost desperately. "I can give you a ride to school today." "Nah, that's fine. I can find the bus stop." And with that, I left.

I didn't look back, because looking back would have revealed an expression of painful, misplaced hope on 'Mom's' face. Hope that I was getting 'my' memory back, a false hope. What would never be.

I found my way to the bus stop without too much trouble. Too much trouble being kidnapped, hit by a car, or accidently walking to the school itself.

That being, I managed to get into the minor troubles of getting turned around (several times), getting lost (every time), and the vague suspicion that the entire city arrangement looked familiar. Which was impossible, because I was pretty sure that in my past life (don't think about it), I had never been here.

I still got there just in time. The bus pulled up, honking, yellow, and smelly, doors opening to let me in.

For a second, I looked at those open doors and honestly considered running 'home' to nix this entire idea of school. But the moment passed with a "Are you getting on or not?" from the very ugly bus driver (guy or girl? I couldn't tell). I sighed and got on.

Off to see the wizard. Yippee.

After what seemed like a lifetime of having my face smashed against the windows, the bus stopped and opened up again, this time to let its unruly passengers off.

I could have sworn, getting out, that the vehicle shuddered in relief. Probably just my imagination, though.

Looking up at the school building, the entire place looked familiar. But more familiar than before, in a kind of 'jumping up and down in my skull, screaming, 'You know this place, you idiot!'' way.

"I really don't know this place." I said out loud in attempts to calm my frazzled brain down. The organ didn't cooperate (surprise, surprise). Instead it just screamed louder (mentally, of course).

"Jenny?" A vaguely familiar voice, or more than vaguely. It sounded puzzled for some reason. I turned around to see just exactly who this confused person was. Wouldn't hurt to identify some of 'Jenny's' friends, since I was 'Jenny' now.

In turning around, I nearly ran into whoever was right behind me. Yelping, they jumped back a bit. "Be careful where you're going!"

I didn't apologize. To apologize would have meant having a reasonably working mind, one not currently in shock. Still not sure of what I was seeing, I shook my head and tried again.

Yep. Still there. Three kids, a Goth girl with purple eyes, black boy with red hat-thing, and the one I had almost run into, a black-haired guy with brilliant blue eyes.

I can't be in Danny Phantom. I can't. Such was the loop my thoughts ran. I couldn't be in one my favorite cartoons, because that would be crazy. Not to mention high degree of Mary-Sue material.

"Danny, I think you broke her." Tucker, of course. Danny yelped. "What? But I didn't do anything!" "Of course you didn't. Let me handle this." Tucker stuck out a hand. "Hello, the name's Tucker. Tucker Foley. That's T.F. As in 'too fine'." He smiled, attempting to look a little cooler.

Yep. This probably isn't a dream because my dreams never involve cartoon characters trying hit on me. "She already knows who you are, Tucker. We've gone to the last couple of years of school together," Sam said, exasperated.

I interrupted. "Uh, no, I don't, actually. Know you, I mean." Sam turned towards me, purple eyes staring into my soul. 'What you do mean?"

"Brain damage," I explained. "From my accident. It's likely I'll never remember being Jenny before the accident."

The three stared at me. Tucker was the first to speak. "Wow. That's gotta hurt." "Tucker!" From the way Tucker suddenly went "Ouch!" and rubbed his side, I guessed that Sam had hit him as well as yelled at him. Either that, or Danny.

But I doubted it was Danny, from the way he looked. He looked like I had killed his puppy or something else similarly evil. "Uh, are you ok?"

I nearly jumped out my skin when both Tucker and Sam glared at me. Or really, Sam glared at me with the eyes of doom. Tucker just kind of looked at me weirdly. "Nothing you need to know about. Come on." And with that, she grabbed both Danny's and Tucker's arms, dragging them away.

And with her, left my last remaining grip on sanity. I stared after her.

What the heck am I going to do now?