Dan Phantom. I ran the name through my head a dozen times, until it felt right, and another dozen times, til it felt wrong again.
I had all of Danny and Vlad's memories, human and ghost. I remembered everything they did. But I was a ghost, and they were humans.
I had taken to staring at a moonlit shop window, where I could see my reflection. I had found out how to shift my form from Danny Phantom's to Vlad Plasimus', back and forth. I could also turn human. Well, look human, anyway, as either of them, but I didn't see the point of that right now.
I settled on Danny's form, and began to fly again through town, until I reached my destination. I phased right through the window, and stared at her.
Sam Manson, the girl we loved. The girl I loved. She looked so cute, hugging her pillow, asleep, the only light reaching her pale form my ghostly light. I gently reached, and touched her raven hair, combing through it. I felt sad. I still loved her, but the hatred was burning in my core, burning through the walls I built to contain it. I would destroy her world. Unless...
"Danny?" she asked softly, waking up. I tensed, and flew off before she could utter another syllable.
I couldn't form attachments. I had a choice. Be weak, or be strong. And I knew what I was doing.
Vlad and Jazz saw the ghostly form of Danny Phantom fly past them. "Look! Daniel got his powers back!" Vlad cheered, almost grinning.
"No, Vlad, I think that was Dan! He was able to look like Danny... That means his power is progressing! We don't have much time!" Jazz watched, as he flew towards the Manson estate, and gasped. "That's Sam's house..." She reached for the Fenton Thermos, before she realized she left it in the lab. Inwardly, she cursed. "We have to go back," she decided.
The old man shrugged. "Whatever you say, Jasmine." He seemed at ease with just about anything. He kinda reminded the teen of the Danny that came out of the Fenton Ghost Catcher the first time.
They got back to the basement, and found Danny still standing there, silent tears gliding down his face.
"Danny! Have you been standing here this whole time?" asked his sister, worried. Of course she would be worried, he was her brother.
He glanced at her, and his look said it all. He felt horrible. His motivation was gone. His love. All that was left was practically an empty shell.
"Come on, little badger. You look tired. How about some rest?" Vlad offered, taking the hand of the boy. He didn't struggle. In fact, he didn't say anything at all.
Jazz watched with concern. But he wasn't her priority right now. Dan was. Dan was probably plotting his next move with his newfound power... And she couldn't let that happen. She had to stop him.
She grabbed the Fenton Thermos, and strapped it to her back, and hesitated, before grabbing a few more. She needed all the help she could get, and even if she couldn't get the help, it wouldn't hurt to have extras.
