A/N:

Hiya there everybody!

I'm Gravy and I'm pretty new at this fanfiction stuff so please help me out! This is my first ever DP fic, I do a lot of South Park but I don't have that much stuff on site. Uhh... Well, I don't really know what else to say. Help me out if you see mistakes, grammatical, spelling or just overall storyline misunderstandings! I love comments and reviews! I even like flames! A story without flames isn't a good story! Things need to be controversal and piss people off! Lol! Not really, but I'd rather understand all different viewpoints on my story than cruise through it thinking I'm the shit because nobody's bothered to correct me. :I

This will most likely be Pompous/Pep or Vlad/Danny because its freaking awesome! So, yeah, Slash for days guys! Sorry if this disappoints! In this specific story, (even though I hated it with a violent burning passion) Phantom Planet did occur but a couple BIG things have been changed to fit my story because.. well, I can!

First off: Danny's secret is still a secret! It really makes all the difference. He spent so long keeping it secret, it seems stupid to have him just give all that up.

ALSO: Tucker's a freaking kid. Why the hell would he be mayor of a goddamn city? Facepalm.

What else?: Nothing really. Sam and Danny got together but, yknow... bump that. Uhh.. Damn. I think that's it. Enjoy guys! Please don't hesitate if you have a question, comment or concern! If you hate it and think I should chop off both my hands and never write again, that's totally cool too!

MuchLove! Gravy~

Warnings: Swearing and slash are abundant in this story. Rating is set to T for now, but MAY be raised due to the filthy nature of my mind. I'll warn you guys before any really heavy stuff goes down, although I doubt it.

Disclaimers: I don't own Danny Phantom, unfortunately! It's all Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon!


Danny sat in class, trying desperately to ignore Dashs' frequent kicking on the seat of his chair and pay attention while their teacher, Mr. Durwood went over the details of their upcoming final exams. He clinched his jaw as Dash's size fourteens continued knocking on his chair, making Danny's head throb with each beat on the hard plastic.

"Quit it, asshole!" Danny muttered, glaring over his shoulder at the suspiciously innocent looking boy behind him. Dash grinned and flipped him off.

"Make me, loser!"

"Mr. Fenton! Are you quite done? I do have a class to teach." Danny's eyes slid to slits and he growled under his breath as Dash hissed in laughter. His grip on his pencil grew stronger.

He usually wouldn't have been so irritated at the blonde. Yeah, Dash was a prick and all too often found ways to fill his class time with random torment that would make Danny want to punch him so hard his heart stopped, but the more his powers grew, the less the ghost-boy could bring himself to find Dash's relentless bullying anything more than childish screams for attention.

Today, however, was a different story. Danny had been on edge since his eyes opened this morning. There had been a ghost's presence in his room. It was an odd feeling, having been so long since he'd even been in an actual fight with a ghost, especially one with such a powerful, overwhelming ghost sense. Danny shivered in remembrance.

He had a vague, achy feeling in his stomach about who the mystery ghost was, but the realization did nothing besides make him nauseous and uncomfortable. It just wasn't possible! If the ghost in his room had been who he thought it was, there's no way in hell he'd still be alive- well, half alive.

Danny groaned and rubbed his aching temples, grateful to whatever god had captured Dash's attention for the moment and got him to quit banging on his seat.

If this ghost was who he thought it was, then it wasn't just him and his family, but the entire Earth was completely and utterly scre-

Dash's boot made contact with the edge of the raven haired ghost boy's chair, catching him off balance and flipping the chair from underneath him. Danny crashed to the floor with a string of colorful curses and the crashing of his chair and desk as background music. There was a hesitant silence before the entire class erupted in laughter, Dash's own obnoxiously husky laugh overwhelming them all, as the boy leaned over his desk to get a better look at the fallen hero.

"God Fenton, you're such a freaking spa-" His sentence cut off as a small, rather unmanly squeak escaped his lips and the back of his head hit the linoleum floor. He gawked, sky blue eyes wide with surprise and even a twinge of fear at the boy leaning above him. Danny's own blue eyes glared down at the blonde beneath him; his mouth, an unamused thin line as his one partially glowing hand gripped the teen by the throat.

"You really think you're hilarious, don't you Dash?" Again, as if someone had flipped a switch, the entire room grew unnaturally silent. Dash opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was another squeak as Danny squeezed tighter on his throat.

"Go ahead Dash. Say something else funny. I fucking dare you." Danny's icy blues grew even colder as the blonde squirmed under his unrelenting grip.

"Danny! Let him go, dude!" Tucker shouted through the surprised gasps and nervous chatter that had erupted through the room. The teen and their teacher ran over to the scene, both gripping the enraged boy's arms in hopes of pulling him off a flushing red Dash.

"Danny Fenton, let him up right this moment!" Mr. Durwood shouted, trying to pull him back by the collar of his t-shirt. Dash thrashed beneath them, kicking and clawing at Danny like his life depended on it- which to him, it seemed like it did. Even with all his squirming and lashing out, the scrawny teen, barely half his size, hardly blinked an eye at his attempts- even when Dash's knee made direct contact to his groin.

"What- the hell- are you?!" Dash cried, growing more and more desperate as his vision turned blurry with random black dots and tears of frustration pooled at the corners of his eyes. The pull on the back of Danny's shirt stopped and their teacher stumbled to the door, leaning against the frame, rushing to fix his clothes and staring at the altercation from the hallway.

"I-I'm calling security!" He exclaimed, probably hoping that tidbit of information would deter the disturbingly one-sided brawl happening in his classroom. It didn't.

"I can't- I can't breathe, Fenton!" Dash wheezed, exhaustedly slapping the back of Danny's hand in a sad attempt at stopping him.

Danny shivered and blinked. In a moment his eyes were neon green and a blue wisp fell from his lips.

"Goddamnit..."

"Christ Danny! Chill out!" Tucker screamed and pulled on his friends' arm, accidentally catching the teen's reflex. Danny lashed out, shoving the boy and sending his best friend flying to the back of the room, crashing into desks and students along the way. The room erupted into screams and Danny caught a chill that raised the hair on the back of his neck and gave him goose bumps all along his arms.

"Resorting so quickly to violence, are we? It seems the years have done absolutely nothing for your temper, little badger."

~Theme Music~

The calm voice tutted from across the room and the soft smell of peppermint cologne filled Danny's senses. He released his grip on Dash's throat- having almost forgotten the blonde was there, and stood to face his adversary.

"Plasmius." He growled, locking eyes with the black-haired ghost. Vlad smirked somewhat fondly, gaze hardly holding any of the same malice as the teen.

"Daniel."

"He's right in here! He grabbed him by the throat and-" Of course, it was at this moment that their teacher returned with three school security guards, two of which wielded actual police batons, the other holding what looked mysteriously like a stun gun and a bottle of mace. Although Danny had been subjected to much harsher and more painful artillery in both his ghost (when fighting) and human forms (as his parents accidental test subject), he had to admit, he was a bit concerned that his school allowed such intense weaponry for breaking up a simple fight. His worries vanished as the guards stopped and all gawked at the ghost who floated inches from the boy who'd seemingly gone bonkers out of no where.

"You're him! Y-you're Vlad Plasmius!" One of them shouted, finger pointed and voice wavering with fear.

"I'm most pleased you all still remember me. It had been so dreadfully long since I last came to visit dear Amity Park. Much too long in my opinion." Vlad smirked arrogantly, eyeing the man with amusement as he practically cowered at the hybrid's feet.

"You possessed this boy to make him kill this here other boy, didn't you?!" A braver guard accused, less fear gripping his heavily accented voice.

Vlad's self-righteous grin fell as he looked between Danny and Dash, the later of which, now sat upright on the floor, hand wrapped protectively against his still beet-red throat. He rolled his eyes and scoffed indignantly.

"I'm sure the wheels in your head are positively steaming from the excess amount of brainpower needed to pull that together."

The room emitted with gasps, as the older haftas sarcasm went over everyone's heads. As Vlad's scowl grew even deeper, Danny found himself chuckling with amusement, earning himself an irritated glare from the ghost villain.

"Y-you get the hell out of here! We'll call the cops! We'll call Danny Phantom!" Vlad's black brow raised at the man's growing gall. He placed a gloved hand on his furrowed brow and sighed.

"Honestly people, do you all really believe one failed attempt at world domination prevents me in any way from killing every one of you without so much as lifting a finger?" Immediately the room erupted into screams and shouts as terrified students and faculty rushed to vacate the premises. Vlad rolled his eyes and groaned. As if that could save them.

"Oh, stop it with all the screaming and running in circles, I never said that I was going to! I'm only insisting upon the proper respects due to an evil super villain who could easily crush you all within the palm of his hand." Still, the crowd had already dispersed and quiet overtook the room. Vlad rubbed at his temples as if trying to ward off an oncoming headache. Danny chuckled at the older haftas annoyance. That is until Vlad's red, pupil-less eyes met his.

"Come along, little badger. We have things to discuss." Vlad motioned towards the window, looking surprisingly exhausted.

"Apparently the years haven't done much for your mind either, Vladdy. In fact, you're even more of a twisted frootloop if you believe for a second that I'd follow you anywhere!" Danny shot at him, reveling in the empty glare Vlad gave at the nickname.

"I like to think we know each other well enough, Daniel, where you can tell when I'm actively trying to cause you harm." Vlad sighed when Danny rolled his eyes at the sarcastic tone in the elder halftas voice. "I truly only wanted a word."

"Dan-ny?" A strangled voice came from a pile of toppled books and a crash of desks in the back of the room. Realization hit Danny like a truck and he flew to his friends' side, pulling him out of the mess.

"Aw crap! Tuck! Sorry bout that. Can you get up?" He apologized quickly, helping the boy to his feet.

"Yeah I'm fine... You suck." Danny nodded, accepting his friends offensive words without complaint.

"It's a pleasure to see you're doing well, Mr Foley." At Vlad's low rumbling behind them Tucker squeaked in horror before bravely placing Danny in between himself and Plasmuis.

"Didn't we kill you already?" he whined, earning himself a glare from the ghost to which he inched lower behind Danny.

"I've been dead for years, my boy." Vlad said with a scowl. He glanced around the room peculiarly.

"What the heck are you looking for?" Danny asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Honestly, I was half expecting Ms. Manson to-"

"Vlad get your fucking hands off Danny or so help me God, I'll tear a new hole in your pompous ass!" Sam shouted, barging into the room, Fenton thermos pointed at where she saw Danny standing then up at Vlad who floated several meters away. "Oh."

"I take it you're still aiming for crude and foul mouthed, Ms. Mason." he greeted, voice dropping coldly. Danny scowled watching the older ghost's eyes rake over his girlfriend. Vlad smirked. "I had hoped puberty would give you some level of tact, but apparently the only place you've grown was in cup size... and just barely at that."

Danny bristled at the insult but didn't rush to defend her. Any response he could give would only piss the girl off more, and what with the way her eye twitched at the floating hybrid, it was better if her frustrations were let out on the man who insulted her to begin with.

"You disgusting, perverted piece of-" The three teens flinched as a sudden loud bark of laughter ripped from the half ghosts mouth. Not a second later, Plasmius was an inch from Sam's face holding her by the front of her black cropped tank top. The Fenton thermos clattered on the floor behind him.

"Do not flatter yourself, child." He said, an eerily toothy grin taking over his features. "You're hardly my type." Sam growled in his face, boldly keeping steady eye contact with the ghost as he held her slightly above the floor by her shirt.

"Papa, whatcha doin ta Sammie?"

The entire room's gaze shifted to the small voice at the window. A child, no older than three sat in the opened window, small legs swinging back and forth as he pulled on one lock of his raven tresses. A long white streak, much like Vlad's own, ran down the middle of the boy's head and he peered at the scene through wide blue eyes, much lighter than the man he called 'Papa'. Vlad released Sam, forcing the gothic girl to stumble before regaining her footing and shooting his back a hateful glare.

"Alexi!? What in heavens name-" He started, powering to his human form before picking the boy up from the window and holding him against his chest. Danny's eyes widened at their obvious resemblance. He would've assumed the toddler was a clone had not the boy's light blue orbs been so obviously of someone else. They were so familiar but he just couldn't put his finger...

"Where is that useless oaf, Skulker? Were you not supposed to be with him? What happened? Are you hurt?" Vlad's voice grew louder and more irritated with every question spurted out at the boy who cringed with each raise of his father's voice. After seconds of no response, Vlad practically bellowed, "Answer me Alexi!"

"Papa..." The toddler whimpered, eyes glistening with tears as he chewed on his finger guiltily. Vlad's glare refused to relent.

"Christ Vlad, quit yelling!" Danny broke in for reasons unknown even to him. Vlad shot him a look over his shoulder to which Danny returned. "What are you looking at me like that for? You're scaring the hell out of him!" He looked over at the boy's confused eyes and smiled. "Hey there kiddo. You okay?"

"Da..y?" The boy mumbled, water clear eyes wider than before with a mouth full of his hand.

"Huh?" Danny said, his own confusion taking over his expression. He was sure he'd been mista-

"Daddy!" He wailed desperately trying to climb out of Vlad's grasp and to the gaping teen behind him.

"Huh?" Danny managed dumbly.

"Alexi, wait!" Vlad shouted, trying to get a hold on the child slipping from his grip. Tears stained his round cheeks and his little button nose flushed bright red.

"DADDY!" the boy screamed at the top of his lungs, voice growing so high and loud it would've been nearly silent had the force of the sound not begun creating waves of energy that took to breaking the glass windows and sending everyone else in the room to their knees, gripping their ears in pain. He resisted a moment or two more before Danny felt himself black out.

What could've easily been anywhere between a minute or an hour later, he awakened on the floor a ringing still in his ears. His arms were full of a warm and solid heat. He sat up much too fast and gulped down the nausea that came with the sudden movement.

"-ddy! Daddy!"

Danny glanced down into long bright white flame-like locks which held a single dark grey stripe that slid up the middle. Blood red tear-filled (and notably pupiled) eyes, not much unlike his own in ghost form, shot up at him and the boy sniffed between sobs.

"Daddy..." the face pleaded at him desperately, balling little fists in his t-shirt. Something foreign ached in his heart and Danny found himself absently rubbing soothing circles in the boys back, not exactly sure if he was doing this correctly. He chanced a glance up and saw both Tucker and Sam coming to. Out of the corner of his eye, Vlad sat up, comforting his, no doubt, pulsing head. He and Danny locked eyes for a moment before he sighed at the child in the teens arms.

"Oh butterbeans."


I dunno why I broke the line for the theme song but... lol! Yeah I did. It's just another little peek into how my mind works for you guys! Also, I know this is a bit short, but this chapter kind of ended where I figured the commercial break would have, had this been an actual episode... Don't judge me! Haha! Later guys! Comment and chizz!