I would have started the rewrite of my Elder Scrolls Kliq Fic, but this idea has been a sturdy muse for a while, and I just cant abandon it.. at least, not like that.

Okay, the basis of this fic is simple. Im a huge fan of DP, but never really got into writing about it. So I thought about it, and one idea struck in my mind. Its an idea that Im surprised to say, no one else, to my knowledge, has thought of. Let me explain. First, you have the second most powerful ghost power there is, wish granting, then you have a C student who really wishes to do better.. Catch my drift? Also, another thing that rather bothers me. Being half ghost shouldnt mean a ghost form... just ghost attributes. Thus, no form, just attributes. However, you will still be seeing the costume, dont worry.

Oh, in the off chance this becomes a oneshot, feel free to adopt it just... stick to the basis. This is supposed to be a smart, confindent Danny, not the weak little kid Ive seen in so many fanfictions... Seriously, in cannon, Danny saw an entire world burned to hell by his own future self. Did he freak out? At first, until he beat that future and continued on with his life. How do people make him act in fanfiction? Like a god damned coward. Im not joking, some people have taken confident, powerful Danny of cannon universe, and turned him into someone who is scared of a fucking glare. Im all for character development, but if you have Danny act so weak after he fights Pariah, your just being OOC. Sure he has doubts, but the thing that makes him such a great character is that he gets over them.

...Anyway, rant aside, on with the fic.

For the most part, wishes do not get granted. Even if they do, they rarely have the intended effects. As such, you may be shocked to find out that the biggest change to one Danny Fenton's life was by a wish. A wish gone right. Oh yes, it was pure dumb luck, but it was still beyond that. It was almost fate. Of course, Danny would deny that, being a firm believer in free choice, but even he has to admit, sometimes someone... meddles.

It had been two weeks since the accident which granted him his ghostly powers. Two weeks since he became a white haired green eyed freak. True, his friends, Tucker and Sam, helped him through the roughest part, accepting it, but that didnt mean he had wanted it. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he had no one he could relate to. Sure, there were superheros like Superman, but he had died, but there were still the others. His favorite was definitely Ironman. Theres just something about someone who isnt afraid to admit who he is. He still remembered that infamous press conference. He shook his head of those thoughts. What really impressed him about Ironman was that he didnt get powers from birth. He MADE his own powers. That was truly impressive. Danny may not have been a philosophical guy, but even someone like him respected the idea of building oneself to greatness. In any case, the thing that seperated Danny from them was the fact that he was just a boy. Ironman was a genius from birth, Superman had been born on another planet, destined for that greatness. His were just remnants of ghostly energy infused into his core being.

Danny sighed, frustrated with his Algebra homework.. "I wish I was as smart as Ironman." He gasped, and a light blue mist floated from his breath. Great, a ghost. Hopefully this one would just leave him alone. The last few had been a few old souls, who had simply wanted to see their family again, he didnt even argue about that.

What he didnt know, was that a ghost genie was going to grant that wish, one she figured out just how to turn it around. 'If this were a cartoon, Id make his head explode from the sudden change, but considering true changes in intelligence are made by synapses which are so small they cause very little physical change... Well, I could make him smart in one thing... No, that wouldnt work. Wait... he is just a teenager, maybe I could make him so smart he can stand other people anymore, certainly cause an emotional backlash... Well, thats it I guess, not much else I can think of to ruin this wish.' As the specter's thoughts ended, she grinned. This would be good. "So you have wished it, so it shall be!" She cried, rising from the floor, startling poor Danny, who fell out of his chair.

To Danny, everything pause for a single glancing moment, before his head swelled. Not physically. Later on, he would claim the sensation was similar to frission, but more centered in the brain. Suddenly, it all made sense. It was hard to explain, but in those few moments, Danny had gone from average student to genius. In essence, he realized connections. Connections between everything. Black and White werent colors anymore, they were shades of Gray. Math was just repetition matched with symbols. Puzzles pieces were simple shapes, each coexisting but never truly interacting. It was... enthralling. It was then he realized what had happened. Somehow the being infront of him had the capability of granting wishes. It was at that moment something whispered in his ear, something ancient, something powerful.

"Wish for only positive results of your previous wish"

Before, Danny would have attributed it to stress, probably from his homework, but now. Now he knew it was real. It was the realest thing he could imagine. Something about that voice was set in stone, unmovable, hooked. He grinned as he finally hit the floor. "I wish all the direct outcomes of my previous wish, along with this one had positive results." Now he felt an indescribable warmth in his body. Excessive, but not entirely uncomfortable.

Desiree's eyes widened. She heard his words, and there was no choice but to obey. She had to admit, no one had ever managed to beat her at her own game before. She felt a little respect for the teenager before her. "So you have wished it, so it shall be." Though more subdued than the last repetition of words, she was still smiling. The boy had potential. While most of her wish powers seemed incredible, each action she took had to be possible to some extent. Thus, she had only activated the boy's potential, possibly pushing away his doubt as well. Most likely, she had pushed the logical side of his personality to the front, where it was uninhibited from the constant hormonal fluctuations of the boy's body. It mattered little. She was impressed, which meant she wanted to see what this boy could do. Not to mention what other powers might have taken such an interest in the boy...

Danny grinned as he stood up, the ghost phasing through the walls, probably to grant more wishes. Normally, he would have taken right off towards her, but she had just given him the greatest gift imaginable. Choice.

In the moment she had left, he realized quite a few things. First, as humans, we feel emotions based on appropriate responses to situations. Secondly, we can recall most events of strong emotional value with ease. Third, it would be possible, with some training, to separate the emotions from the memories to truly control the emotions one feels. In essence, he realized the only person who could truly control someone was them. Of course, it would be impossible to fully control emotions, but he could at least influence them to a major degree, provided his theory was right. Lastly, he realized that the shit eating grin had no dispersed from his face, both due to the discovery, and due to the elation that his new found intelligence brought.

With a glance at the clock, he sat back down at the table and finished his algebra, amazed at how easy it seemed now. Whereas before, adding letters to equations was ridiculously hard, he realized the variable only needed shifted so that it rested alone, before erasing it, and thus, having a normal problem. Even more amazing to him was that now, he had done all the tedious work in his head, as if by instinct.

All in all, if Danny had to describe what it felt like, his new intelligence that is, he would call it "discovering a new layer of consciousness." As a color blind person would be shocked to find out there were more colors, only to a different degree. He supposed one could relate it to what some had felt when the internet became a public thing. The same old world, in an entirely new way. Each action was caused by something, each effect a domino. Somehow, these thoughts eased his mind, but the worries of whether this state was permanent or not flooded his mind. If it was, he would have no problem academically, but socially he might have problems connecting to people. Though he had to admit, he never was socially active anyway. On the other hand, if they were temporary, he would feel like a man blinded afterwards, which he did NOT want. However, considering that his second wish should had made the first permanent, since erasing the wish would be negative, he was home free.

Danny roughly shoved his work into his bag, before draping it on his shoulder and heaving it upstairs. True, ever since the accident he was stronger, but he still wanted to hide it from his family, at least... at least until he got control. Perhaps then he might tell them, but for now, it was best that only he, Sam, and Tucker knew. His parents had told him the white hair and green eyes would be permanent, but he didnt mind, he actually looked a good deal better. Apparently some of the ectoplasm from the accident had bonded to the dead cells in his body, giving him paler skin, green irises, and white hair. Thankfully he did not glow like the ghosts he had seen, so his parents believed the changes were only cosmetic.

Those were the last thoughts Danny had before he found himself in a dreamless sleep.

Sam Manson was NOT a patient girl. She had been waiting by her locker since she got in the school. Usually she was the last one there, unless Danny was being particularly stubborn. Tucker was always first mostly due to the fact that their first period teacher was, in Tucker's words, "hotter than the fourth of july on the sun!". Both Danny and Sam were mildly disturbed when he said that.

She tapped her foot impatiently. She had wanted to talk to Danny today, preferably before school so she could make sure he was okay. He had acted strange after the accident, but that was to be expected when half your body randomly fell through the floor. She sighed as he finally walked towards her. He seemed happy today, which in turn made her happy. Danny was the kind of person who practically had emotion following him as a cloud. If he was happy, people around him tended to be happy. If he was sad, the same thing. If he was angry, people around him tended to be scared.

Most people thought Danny had no anger problems, but Sam and Tucker knew better. Dash did as well. In truth, the only person who had really seen Danny truly angry was Sam. Dash... well he couldnt remember much more than one hell of a headache. She smiled as she recalled the day.

*Flashback three weeks before the accident*

It was a normal occurrence to Danny by now, being beaten up. He had been picked on since he was in fifth grade. Having ghost hunters as parents tended to do that. Dash had started off again about how he failed a test or something, Danny hardly listened anymore. Why? Because it was the same everyday. Dash fails a test? Cheer him up by letting him beat the shit out of Fenton. Dash aces a test? (happened twice so far. Who knew the fool was good at graphing?) Celebrate by beating the shit out of Fenton.

Today, however, was NOT normal.

For one, Danny had gotten three hours of sleep due to a random case of insomnia. Jazz said it had something to do with not handling stress properly.

Secondly, Danny had accidentally broken his favorite game disc.

And Lastly, as Dash would soon learn, never EVER go after Danny Fenton's loved ones.

See, Dash made the mistake of throwing Danny behind him, then stomping towards Sam threateningly, all the while having Danny behind him.

Danny was quick, beyond quick really. His body had just shot out an emergency case of adrenaline, fueling his speed and strength. Danny was instantly behind Dash, jumping slightly in the air. Danny shifted so that all of his weight was coming down through his fist, which then collided with the back of Dash's skull. Dash fell over unconscious. While normally Danny's punches werent enough to really hurt Dash, he had been running on adrenaline and had added his entire weight to his strength, so that fist would have felt like it was thrown by a pro boxer. That was not to say Danny was unscathed. His right hand's ring finger's knuckle had pushed back into his hand, but it was just cosmetic damage. Didnt make it any less painful.

Thankfully, when the teacher came and saw Dash laying on the floor, he bought the excuse that Dash had slipped and fell. Sam had later on, told Tucker.

*End Flashback*

"Sam?" Danny waved his hand infront of her face. "You alive?" He turned to Tucker, who grinned. "Lights are on, but nobodys home." Tucker chuckled at his friend's joke.

Sam just slapped his hand away. "Just remembering something funny."

Danny was about to ask what memory, but the words "Hey Fentonio!" wrung through the halls. He turned and held back a grin.

As Dash stood infront of Danny, Danny gasped, pointing behind Dash "What the hell is that?!" Dash turned, and Danny grabbed his friends' wrists. Dash turned around, only to see no one there.

"How did they get that fast..." Dash muttered as he walked away, glad no one had seen. He'd never live it down.

On the other side of the hall, where Dash had just left, Danny, Sam, and Tucker faded into visibility.

Sam was giddy, which was... frightening to say the least. "Youve got control of your powers already?!"

Tucker grinned. "Dude! Was that why you didnt answer your phone last night? Training! AWESOME!"

Danny grinned sheepishly. "Actually, Ive barely got control, and only of invisibility so far. Every once in a while, part of me goes invisible. Im guessing it has to due with the ectoplasm fused with me not being entirely stable yet."

Tucker grinned wider, impressed slightly by his friend's theory. "Sounds likely, but still, some progress is better than none." Tucker decided to see how much thinking Danny had done into this. "Any guess how long the instability will last?"

Sam just watched their actions, shocked that Danny Fenton of all people had actually made a theory about his powers. It was truly shocking considering he had been freaking out about them for two weeks, trying anything to keep from thinking about them.

Danny frowned. "Well, apparently the more I use the powers, the more they stabilize, but that may be emotional binding, and I dont want that. If I keep up like I have been, Id say about a month or two till I have at least a decent level of control, at least of the powers I have now. Itd be easier if I knew what powers Im going to get later on." Danny sighed.

Tucker blinked, truly impressed. "Wait... how do you know for sure youll be getting new powers later on?"

Danny chuckled. "Well, I sneaked a look of my DNA under my parents' Fenton Microscope, and... well, it turns out, the ectoplasm is still spreading, covering more of my dna, but slowly. Some parts of the ectoplasm are also changing, one part became invisible, so Im guessing thats the current power's base location. Though I might need to learn more about ghosts to have any real idea about all this."

Sam's eyes widened. "When did you get so smart?"

Danny grinned. "Last night."

Sam glanced at him worried. Danny noticed that her gaze lingered a few moments longer than necessary. A light blush found its way to her face before she turned away, muttering that they should get to class.

Danny, however, did not hear. He thought he imagined it, but her blush was real. Which meant some level of attraction was there. Suddenly, a few memories passed through his head. The hand holding, the closeness, the blushes, the lovebird comments.

'how did I not notice sooner... Im such an idiot. Wait... no.' Danny grinned. 'I was an idiot.'

Okay, thats that. not as good as I wouldve liked, but had to get it out.

As a question, just a random question, humor me. What do you guys think a genius really is? As in, what makes someone "a genius"?

Thats all for now, Tata.