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Chapter 1

Phantom

Danny opened his green locker with a sigh as he looked at Sam and Tucker, who were looking at him in confusion. "What aren't you guys getting from this?" he asked in frustration.
"The main point of it, actually," Tucker said, taking out his PDA and touching the screen several times.
"It's just really hard to get the idea of it, Danny. Dan was locked away in a Fenton Thermos and is guarded by Clockwork," Sam started only to be interrupted by Tucker.
"Who happens to be one of the strongest ghosts in the zone," Tucker finished.
Sam shot him a look before continuing. "The fact that he asked Skulker to come and tell you is far too close to impossible. It's just not going to happen, Danny."
"How does Dan still exist? You changed your future already," Tucker asked looking up from his device.
"I've already explained that to you guys. Dan exists outside of the time stream, which means he can't disappear forever," Danny explained once again to Tucker. The boy just looked back down at the PDA and continued clicking and tapping. "How could you guys not care about this!" Danny shouted in frustration, slamming his locker.
"We do care; it's just-," Sam tried to explain but stopped herself when she found that she didn't know how to put it.
"It's just your problem, dude," Tucker finished her sentence showing much care.
"Great; so the mayor and my girlfriend don't care about me risking my life to save the town by defeating my future evil alter ego!" Danny exclaimed throwing his arms out in front of him.
"It's not that we don't care, Danny. We're your best friends," Sam comforted.
"We just don't want to get hurt, and we don't want you to get hurt either," Tucker confessed.
"Well whether you care or not; I have a feeling at least one person is going to get hurt, and I have a feeling it's going to be me," Danny said in dismay.
"Well when you're thinking like that, it's definitely not going to help you win in any sort of battle," Tucker pointed out, clicking at his PDA a bit more. He held it up to show Danny. He had apparently been calculating the chances Danny had from his previous battle with Dan Phantom. The scores:
Danny: 48%
Dan:47%
Other: 5%
Danny cocked his eyebrow in confusion as he asked, "What's other?"
"You don't want to know," Tucker murmured hesitantly.
"I think he should know, Tuck. It is his fight," Sam emphasized.
"Well…" Tucker paused, putting a hand behind his head.
"Come on, Tucker. It couldn't be that bad," Danny insisted confidently.
"Actually it is," Tucker muttered, tapping the screen several times to bring up several pictures and videos of the Phantoms' clash with each other. "I've taken incredibly accurate data on the last battle with Dan. 'Other' represents the scenario where Danny becomes full ghost and Dan disappears forever, as in they both die."
"Die? Are you sure, did you even add in the part where he's been crammed in the Fenton Thermos for 8 months so he's completely recharged and more?" Danny asked with fear in his voice.
"That's why your percentages are so close together, and by the way, the death percentage came off of your percent," Tucker teased to scare Danny.
"Tuck!" Sam screamed in protest as she elbowed him hard in the side. He cringed and rubbed his side with an 'ouch'.
Danny tucked his elbows in and curled his fingers into a fist. He clenched his teeth as if he were bracing for impact.
"Danny?" Sam asked her friend, worried, as she noticed his fear and the fact that he was staring into space. He didn't respond; not even when the warning bell rang, meaning they had to get to their next class. "Let's leave him here, Sam. He'll snap out of it when the hall monitor gives him a detention," Tucker reassured, trying to get Sam to leave Danny alone.
"Tucker, he's our friend and he needs us the most right now. Right, Danny?" Sam asked him waving a hand in front of his face. He didn't even blink. "See?"
"Well thanks to your display of being over-sympathetic, we can tell that whatever we say isn't going to help him at all," Tucker responded calmly.
"But…but…" Sam sputtered in disbelief. "We could carry him into class, so he doesn't get in trouble," Sam sputtered. It was obvious that she wasn't going to leave her boyfriend behind.
"You're not expecting me to carry him, because if you are; it's a no," Tucker began.
"Well you could at least help me," Sam growled as she grabbed the left side of Danny and began to try to move the stationary figure.
He was extremely tense, so he didn't move a muscle when Sam tried to move him. Tucker sighed as he put his PDA in his pocket and walked to Danny. He took the other side and together, they lifted him up off the ground like he was a statue. They walked to their next class.

The night before, in the Ghost Zone
Clockwork watched his viewing screen, making sure everything was flowing correctly. He was startled as he heard some screaming and banging behind him. He turned around, shifting to his child form as he looked at the Fenton Thermos shifting and moving. It was the thermos that held Dan Phantom, and Clockwork knew what was going to happen next. There was more screaming and shouting from inside the thermos. More and more accumulating dings were showing up on the thermos.
"Sorry, Dan, but I can't let you out today," Clockwork said, shifting to his older form, "or tomorrow or ever. No evil of your size should ever be let out into the world."
Dan growled from inside the thermos and with an enormous shove, he knocked the thermos off the shelf that he had been placed on. Before Clockwork could freeze time, Dan broke the thermos and busted out, laughing with malevolence. He quickly teleported to a stand holding Clockwork's medallions. He grabbed one and put it inside of himself; like he had done to Danny in the past, so he couldn't be affected by Clockwork's time freezes. Clockwork shifted to his adult form and clicked the button on top of his staff as he said, "Time out."
"You're the only one who's going to be getting a time out, Clockwork." Dan laughed evilly as he launched himself at Clockwork with glowing green fists raised. He rammed into him and gave a powerful blow to his face. With Clockwork dazed, he stole the time staff from him and announced, "Time in," as he pushed the button, unfreezing time. He looked at the staff with a crooked smile. "Looks like I'll be getting my way today, Clockwork," he hissed with darkness in his voice. He looked over at the viewing screen, his attention caught by its glow. He peered over it looking into its message. He smiled and waved the staff over it like he was commanding the order of the universe, which he could practically do with the staff. An image of Amity Park appeared into the viewing screen and a wicked smile stretched over his face. He just did the impossible; tricking Clockwork and escaping the Fenton Thermos. Now he was going to commit the more likely of possible. He whipped around to face the dazed Clockwork with his hulking stature illuminated by the viewing screen. Dan had the most malicious expression on his face that Clockwork had ever seen, and he had seen a lot of things. His feet were about a shoulder-length apart with his arms at his sides. His dark, sunken eyes were fiercely glowing red with the pleasure of knowing what he was about to do. He had a wicked smile, showing his vampire-like teeth. He lifted his glowing bright green hand as it was filled with ectoplasmic energy.
"Time out, Clockwork," he smiled, pointing his hand towards Clockwork and blasting the Master of Time with a tremendous amount of energy. He laughed menacingly from the chest and lowered his hand. He jumped through the portal next to the viewing screen with the Time Staff.
He was transported into an alleyway, where he came to a quick stop and jumped onto the ground. His evil grin wore on as he looked at the time staff and outside, he could see his younger self fighting-no, talking to Skulker about something. But it didn't harm his plan at all. Dan stood up straight as blue rings flashed at his waist as he disguised himself. He had the same bulk as his ghost-self and was tanner to match a bit of Danny Fenton's skin tone. His hair was black, with some clumps of hair sticking out (yet another trait he shared with his younger self) that ended with a ponytail in the back.
"Your time is up, Danny." he whispered silently to himself as he watched the Ghost Boy walk away. "It has been for 10 years…" he repeated a line he had told the boy a while ago before silently chuckling to himself darkly. He disappeared down the alley, where he started to fiddle with the Time Staff.

Present
Sam kicked the class door open with her combat boots as she and Tucker carried Danny through the class. The boy was still tense as they threw him onto the chair and somehow forced him into a sitting position at his desk.
"Why are you three late this time?" Mr. Lancer asked them, already loathing their response.
"Just some shock… It'll wear off soon," Tucker tried to explain, sitting at his own seat next to Danny. Sam took hers too.
"I asked you three why you were late to class; not what was wrong with Fenton, Foley," Mr. Lancer demanded, walking up to the group of friends.
"What Tucker meant to say was that Danny froze up in the middle of the hall and we were so nice to carry him to class," Sam chirped with a smile.
"Well, you were still late to class so I'm going to have to give the three of you each a-" Mr. Lancer was cut off by Danny who had jumped out of his seat and raised his hands in the air like a rocket or piece of dynamite that had just exploded. He had a wild look in his eyes as his chair and desk fell away from him.
"DEATH?" He shouted as he had jumped up. He didn't notice his icy ghost sense leave his mouth as he shouted it.
"Danny, you might want to-" Tucker tried to calm his friend. Danny grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close so he could look him in the eye. Danny's blue eyes were hysterical with fear.
"Recalculate it!" he shouted at his friend.
"Okay! Dude, calm down!" Tucker shouted at his friend, trying to make him stop.
Danny took several deep breaths, still not noticing his ghost sense as he put Tucker down gently.
"Thanks," the techno-geek mumbled as he patted himself down.
Danny opened his light blue eyes and looked around in confusion.
"Why are we in class?" he asked. He looked over at Mr. Lancer's desk and pointed. "And who's that?"
There was a man leaning against the wall next to the chalkboard with one foot propping him up against it, his arms crossed against his chest. He had messy black hair like Danny's and a pony tail in the back. He had the same eye color, but they were a bit sunken like how Vlad's were. He was a bit tanner than him and had a black goatee. He wore a white tee with a black collar and black at the edges of the sleeves. There was a black oval at the center. It was basically Danny's shirt but the red was replaced with black. He wore black pants and had black and white tennis shoes. He was in his mid-twenties and definitely had some bulk. What really caught Danny's eye was the purple machine clipped onto his pants. It was fashioned like a small gray 'V' with more sharper edges, purple looked as it were leaking from the inside of it. A digitalized stop watch seemed like it was floating in the center of it. Why did this seem so familiar?
"Well, before you rudely interrupted me I was handing out detentions to you and your friends," Mr. Lancer explained, leaning in close to Danny so he could look him in the face. "After I took attendance and handed out your detentions I was going to introduce our new gym teacher," Mr. Lancer continued with a sour attitude.
"New gym teacher? What happened to Mrs. Tetslaff?" Sam asked Mr. Lancer.
"Mrs. Tetslaff is going on a-," Mr. Lancer stopped and pulled a paper out of his pocket and read it, "'year-long vacation to Iceland.'" He looked away from the paper and then back down at Danny. "Do you have a problem with that, Mr. Fenton?"
"Nope," he laughed nervously with an unsteady smile. He kicked his chair and desk back up in their proper spots and sat down.
"Good; then I'll see you in detention," he said sternly before turning around and walking back to his desk. Danny looked at the new gym teacher warily. He looked too familiar.
"Now class, this is Dan Motnahp. He's our new gym teacher," Mr. Lancer introduced the new gym teacher with a wave of his hand.
"Hey, we finally have a gym teacher that's physically fit!" Tucker exclaimed.
"Yeah, but this Dan is bigger than Mrs. Tetslaff," Danny chuckled, forgetting his suspicion.
"You shouldn't call him Dan, Daniel! You should address him as Mr. Motnahp," Mr. Lancer scolded Danny.
"It's fine, Mr. Lancer," Mr. Motnahp soothed, pushing himself off the wall as he walked towards Danny. He stopped next to his desk. "Let them call me Dan, I won't mind. In fact, I insist they call me by my first name." He bent down and looked Danny in the eye. "I am what is known as a 'cool' teacher." He couldn't help himself but sound stupid saying that. He couldn't wait to destroy Danny. He straightened himself up and walked to the door. "I'm glad we had this talk, but I'd best be going." With that he walked out the door.
Something was off about him, and Danny vowed to find out what it was.

Lunch
"Danny, why do you look so down?" Sam asked her boyfriend curiously.
"Yeah man; what's up?" Tucker added, clicking and tapping away on his PDA.
"I don't know," he sighed, looking warily at Mr. Motnahp, who was helping serve lunch, "but I'm a little unsure about the new gym teacher."
"But Mr. Motnahp is so cool! Why would you be suspicious of him?" Tucker protested.
"My ghost sense has been going off all day since I first saw him and did you know his-" Danny cut himself off as his ghost sense went off. The blue mist trickled out of his mouth perfectly.
Unnoticeably, a red mist wafted out of Mr. Motnahp's nose at the same time Danny's ghost sense went off. Dan quickly left and looked around in the hallway and his eyes caught on something. He walked up to it. It was green, like the hallways and had the words, GHOST ALARM written on it. It had obviously been installed by his Jack and Maddie Fenton. A mischievous grin appeared on Dan's mouth.
"This ought to cover up my trail with the Ghost Boy roaming the same halls," he whispered to himself. He reflexively grabbed the clutch of the alarm and yanked on it sending an alarm across the school building. "Time out," he whispered, pressing a button on the machine on his pants. Time froze for the new "Master of all Time" as he carefully walked back into the lunchroom and back at the serving lines to play out the rest of the scene. "Time in," he sneered, pushing the button again, unfreezing time. The alarm blared through the building, louder than he predicted.
He watched as Danny climbed onto the table with his arms raised in fists.
"Going ghost!" The boy shouted as two white-blue circles started at his waist and split transforming him into Danny Phantom. He quickly zoomed out of the cafeteria in search of the ghost.
Several minutes later, after scanning the entire building, twice, he was startled by a shout.
"GHOST!" He turned his head quickly to try and fight the ghost but was quickly captured in a net.
He landed with a soft thud on the ground as he was zapped by the net, draining his energy. The circles quickly enveloped him again as he was morphed back into a human.
"Got him!" a familiar voice shouted as his father ran up in excitement. Maddie ran up behind him.
"Wrong ghost, Jack," Maddie scolded him.
"What? I thought Danny was being a different ghost," Jack stammered in disbelief.
Danny cringed as the net continued to shock him. He struggled with the net only to get himself tangled up. It let out a large shock and he screamed.
"Here, sweetie, let me help you with that." Maddie began untangling the net and getting him out of it. "You like it? It's made from bits of the Disasteroid. It drains ghost powers."
"Yeah, I've had that shocking experience more than once," Danny complained, sitting up and smoothing his hair back down. He got up and looked at his parents. "Look, there's no ghost in the school, could you please take the alarm out?"
"Absolutely not, Danny! What if there's a ghost and you can't see it?" Maddie inquired.
"Then my ghost sense goes off. I'll be perfectly fine, you guys. I'm just saying that the alarm doesn't work."
"That's nonsense, Danny! Name one part of the alarm that doesn't work!" Jack boasted.
Danny opened his mouth to name off a few things when he was rudely interrupted by the drone of the alarm.
"GHOST DETECTED!" It buzzed before sprinkler heads popped out of the ceiling and sprayed Danny. They soon stopped and he glared at his parents, sopping wet.
"I'll….start uninstalling the Ghost Alarm," Jack grunted, defeated, before walking away to disengage the alarms of no use. When his father stepped away, Danny noticed one of the alarms across the hallway had its clutch down. Someone had triggered the alarm, and Danny thought he knew who did.

Danny, now dry, walked out to the football field where everyone seemed to have gathered. They had been grouped in their usual cliques, the A-List all banded together, the band geeks doing whatever, and then Sam and Tucker waiting for him. They quickly ran up to their friend in excitement.
"Danny, are you okay?" Sam asked her friend.
"Yeah, the Ghost Alarm never goes off!" Tucker backed her up, worrying about him, too.
"I'm fine, there wasn't any ghost someone just pulled the alarm," Danny explained, shooting a glance at Mr. Motnahp, who was talking to some of the students. "And I have a feeling I know who did it" He walked up to the teacher in some frustration. He looked up at him with a disapproving look.
"Daniel, what's wrong?" Dan asked the boy, who obviously didn't like him.
"You can't run around the school and pull the Ghost Alarm, Mr. Motnahp. It's only for the emergencies that never happen," Danny scolded the teacher.
"Why are you blaming me for the incident, Daniel? Everyone here knows I was here the whole time," Mr. Motnahp observed, signaling to the other students.
"Why would you wail on Dan, Fenton? He's so cool! Did you know he was the quarterback on his school team?" Dash cheered, having the back of his new favorite teacher. Danny narrowed his blue eyes at the teacher who gave a challenging grin back.
"I'm sorry if we got off on the wrong foot, Daniel. I am a major fan of yours, if you didn't know that. It only breaks my heart that my idol doesn't see that," Mr. Motnahp said in disappointment.
"Idol?" Danny repeated in confusion.
"This guy is your biggest fan, Danny!" Jazz Vouched for Mr. Motnahp in excitement behind Dan. Where did she come from? And why was she near Dan?
"Jazz, what are you doing here?" Danny asked in confusion.
"I was talking to Mr. Motnahp. He's really cool. You should get to know him and get rid of that stupid grudge for new people," Jazz criticized her brother.
"Jazz!" Danny seethed.
"You're suspicious of everyone, Danny. He's not a ghost, I even checked him," she announced holding up the Fenton Finder. Based on the beeping and dot on the screen, Danny was the only ghost in the area it was picking up. "So, in order for you to get to know him better, I invited him for dinner tonight."
"WHAT?" Danny exclaimed in shock. Jazz knew she couldn't do this without their parents' permission, right? Maybe they wouldn't let him come with his distrust towards him? "Jazz, you can't do this…" Danny cried.
"Yes, I can. I have Mom and Dad's permission too, if you want to go hold a grudge against them also," Jazz mocked. Danny growled unnoticeably in rage as his eyes flashed from sky blue to a glowing bright green. "Calm down, little brother. He won't hurt you."
"That's your opinion, Jazz." he muttered under his breath, calming down a bit as his eyes turned blue again.
"I think it's everyone's opinion, Danny. Just loosen up for one night and let him open up to you. You might really like him," she smiled, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He looked at it questioningly and calmed down completely as he gave a hopeless sigh. He looked up at her to see her smile, he gave one back quickly. It soon faded away as he dropped his eyes away from her and he shrugged the arm off before swiftly walking away.
"And that, Dan, is the only known way to break the Ghost Boy temporarily from his stubbornness," Jazz beamed with a feeling of accomplishment.
Danny walked up to Tucker and Sam, his head down a bit after the talk with his sister. After a moment of just standing in front of his friends, deep in thought, his blue eyes grew wide with realization. He slapped himself in the forehead.
"Danny, are you okay?" Sam asked her boyfriend, troublingly.
"Yeah, you're not looking so good," Tucker commented with worry of his own.
"No, I'm not. I just fell into one of Jazz's mind traps and now we're having Mr. Motnahp over for dinner," he sobbed with dissatisfaction.
"Can I come?" Tucker asked in excitement with a smile.
"Tucker!" Sam bawled in frustration.
"So what were you guys talking about?" Danny asked, quickly changing the subject.
"Nothing good… We were talking about the percentages for your next fight with Dark Danny," Sam said, calling Dan Dark Danny so no one would confuse the two of them.
"What are the results?" Danny asked curiously with a bit more pep.
"You're not going to like them," Tucker warned holding his PDA dearly.
"What are they?" Danny asked with growing anxiety. They were basically determining his life.
"It's a hundred times more accurate," Tucker informed his friend, holding out his PDA to Danny.
"And a thousand times worse!" Danny dreaded as he looked at the machine.
Danny: 32%
Dan: 31%
Other: 37%
"On the bright side, your percentage is still higher than Dan's." Tucker pointed out, trying to lift the mood.
"Still; only by one percent," Danny despairingly mumbled with melancholy as he grabbed the PDA from Tucker. He looked down at them, the smell of mud and the turf whapping him in the face along with this. "There's a better chance of both of us dying now," he said with his voice full of fear. He felt like he was going to pass out as a striking headache zapped into his head. He held his head as it felt like it could snap off.
"Danny, are you okay?" Sam asked.
"I'm fine," Danny grunted as he handed Tucker his PDA back. "I just need to think." He changed back to his ghost form and flew off into the sky.
After several minutes of flying, he put his hand to his head again as the world seemed to start spinning. He slowed down and sat on a park bench as he rubbed his head. After resting for a while, he got back up and flew home.