Disclaimer: I own Lillian, TJ, Deke, and any other OCs that appear.

Note: Edited. :)

Lillian

Episode 1 ~ Mystery Meat

A sharp knock on the door alerted me to the arrival of a guest. I dropped my homework on the beige carpet and went to answer it expecting to see my long time friend TJ standing on the other side. He had promised that he would come over today to help me with my math. I was really bad at math. It all looked like Arabic or something to me. Ironic considering I was bad-ass at science. Oh, and history, I loved history.

Instead, a surprise of the most epic proportions awaited me. My father stood on the front step, his hair snow white and his eyes glowing a neon green. White rings appeared around his waist: one rose upward while the other fell. Soon, his iconic jumpsuit was replaced my his Air Force uniform, and his raven hair was back to hiding his sapphire eyes. No matter how many times his commander told him to cut it or slick it, the second he transformed, it grew back to its original length. "Hey, Tail," he said, using my childhood nickname. It originated from the way I'd worn my hair since I was six; a simple ponytail that typically reached mid-back.

"Dad," I responded, wrapping the near forty-year-old pilot in a hug. "What are you doing here?" I asked once we separated. "You said you were going to be in South Carolina for the next three months."

"I have mastered the art of flying without a plane," he said, chuckling. "So, where's your mom?"

"At a school board meeting. They're supposed to discuss the lunch menu alterations, so she won't be back for awhile." Like the smart man he is, my father paled at the thought of my mom deciding what her students would have for lunch. His eyes also became masked with the Glaze, which was, to put it simply, the expression he wears whenever he remembers something interesting or eventful that happened in the past. I pulled him into the living room. "What did she do?" I asked, wanting to hear one of his famous stories of the young Danny Fenton.

Dad refocused on me. "Huh?"

"You only space out like that when you're thinking about your past," I pointed out. "So will you please tell me what Mom did?" I was practically jumping up and down while hanging onto his arm. Between me and Mom, it's a wonder he's even able to move around the house whenever he's home with how much we attach ourselves to him. Me physically, my mom more subtly.

"Your mother did a lot of things when we were young, if I recall correctly." He displayed a coy smile, eyes glittering.

"Then to be more specific, what did she do that involved lunch?" I pulled him into the living room, kicking my books under the coffee table.

The smile became devious. "You really want to hear?" he said, plopping down on the couch.

I curled onto the loveseat across from him. "Yes! If I didn't want to, I wouldn't ask."

"Okay okay," he conceded, moving his hands up and down as if to calm me. He was silent for a moment, thinking about how to start. "So, it was only a month after my accident. Somehow, your mother convinced the school to switch to an ultra-recyclable vegetarian menu. Basically, a garbage dump on a plate. Day one and your mother's 'individuality' was making problems. The school bully and football star, Dash Baxter, decided that because he wanted to beat someone up over his lunch, that he would pulverize me, even though I didn't have anything to do with the changes besides being friends with Sam. Suddenly, my ghost sense went off and I saw a little old lunch-lady ghost in the kitchen, so I started a garb-" he coughed, "food fight as a distraction. It worked wonders. Anyway, Tucker, Sam, and I went into the kitchen, and when the Lunch Lady asked who changed the menu, Tuck throws your mom to the wolves. The Lunch Lady got really mad. She started throwing food and kitchen appliances with her ghostly energy. I ended up getting my butt kicked and when we get away, I passed out because I used too much energy.

"Tucker and Sam carried me home, and barely managed to hold off until after I woke up to start fighting. Meat versus Vegan and all that. They stormed out and I went back to sleep. The next day I got to school and there were two protests: one for meat, and one against. They told me flat out that I had to choose one or the other, and, to my luck, the Lunch Lady showed up again. We fought, well, more like I tried not to die and she threw me around like a baseball. So anyway, she threw me off the roof of the school and the Fenton Thermos hit me. Literally, my dad threw it and it hit my stomach. Anyway, I flew back to the Lunch Lady and sucked her in."

"And where was Mom during all this?" I asked, hugging one of the couch pillows.

"Waiting for Tucker to free her from a large pile of meat that was trapping her."

"Really?" I guffawed. He nodded and I started rolling, my stomach hurting with the effort of pulling in more air. Mom would not have enjoyed being encased in a meat mountain. The thought of what her face would have looked like was just too good. A knock sounded on the door. "That's probably TJ," I gasped, getting off the couch. "You sticking around?"

"Nah," Dad responded, rising as well and heading toward the door. "I'm gonna go find your mom."

"Smart move. You staying for dinner?"

"You betcha." He winked and opened the door, greeting my dark skinned friend. We exchanged quick farewells and he switched form and flew off.

TJ entered the house and shut the door. "So did you tell them?" he asked.

My mind recounted yesterday's incident. My hairband had broken and released snow white locks around my face instead of black ones. I looked down and my ripped jeans and tennis shoes had been replaced by a white pleated skirt, knee high boots, and black leggings. My favorite violet striped t-shirt had even been swapped for a sleeveless, stomach-less, skin-tight sports-bra looking thing with a crazy looking L emblazoned on the breast. I even had white gloves on my hands that I'd never even seen before. The entire episode had freaked me out so bad that I literally flew home and crashed through my window without busting the glass. I didn't care to revisit it just yet, and especially not with my parents. Not till I knew what was happening. "No," I replied.

"Why not? They need to know," TJ replied. He and our other friend Deke were both with me when it happened and I knew that he was worried.

"I know. I just want to try figuring it out myself first. You know?"

"Yeah. I suppose. So are we headed to the Nasty Burger to meet up with Deke or are we going to do homework until he shows up here?" he replied, fumbling with his backpack strap.

I grabbed my books and threw them into my bag. "How about doing our homework at the Nasty Burger?" I suggested.

"Perfect," he said, grinning.

I hope you enjoyed. I'm going to edit chapter 2, then see about chapter 3. I really would like to continue this.

Reviews are welcome. :)

- LeAcH