A/N: Not the longest chapter I've ever written, but it's a fair length. I definitely like how this story is turning out. I might only be on the second chapter but I can tell this is going to be a good one. So, I think that's all I have to say! Please read and review. And let's get this chapter started.
Mistaken Identity
Jazz opens the door and glares at me when she notices I'm still in my pajamas. She puts on hand on her hip and raises an eyebrow.
"What are you doing, Danny? You need to get into some clothes now and get to school! Don't you know what time it is?" Jazz asks. Then she glances at the floor and notices the vomit. Her expression immediately goes from ticked off to worried. "Danny?! Are you okay? Why didn't you say something? You're sick. You should stay home! I knew this ghost hunting thing was getting to you!"
My first thought was: Great! This takes place after The Ultimate Enemy! No need to hide the powers from Jazz! Yippee!
My second thought was: How did she jump from sickness to ghost hunting? I could just have a virus… or I could be from a different dimension altogether and am now sick with worry, but hey, whatever comes first!
"Um… I wasn't feeling well and…" I began but she immediately walks over and pushes me over so I'm lying on the bed.
"Well, obviously you're not feeling well! Here, you lie down and get comfortable. I'm going to get you some medicine and a thermometer. Stay here and don't you dare think about getting up! You're staying home!"
Jazz runs off to get the stuff. I lie there blinking, dazed. How was I going to keep up with her?! Then again, she just made at least a dozen excuses for me. She also bought me time to think things over. My head was still spinning! There's no way I could have concentrated in school! At least now I can figure out some of the stuff on my to-do list and I can get some sleep!
Just as that thought passed through my mind, Jazz came running back into the room. She quickly closes the door behind her and shoves the thermometer into my mouth. My eyes go crossed as I stare at it. After a moment she takes it out and looks at it.
"Well, at least you don't have a fever!" she says in relief. She looks at me worriedly. She leans close and whispers, "How are your ghost powers?"
I don't know how to answer this. Should I tell the truth and say that they're hay wire, but not tell her why or should I lie and say they're fine? If I tell the truth she can cover for me a bit, but then she might want to know why they're acting up. If she investigates she might find out the truth. But if I lie and she catches me she might want to know why I lied and again, she might find out the truth. Either way, I run the risk of discovery. However, if she knows the truth about my powers she can cover for me a bit and she might not ask as many questions. Her help could be valuable both now and later.
"Uh…" I say looking embarrassed. "They're a little haywire, but I don't think it's anything to worry about." And please don't ask any questions! Just go with my lame attempt to fool you!
"Well, don't let our parents catch you," she says in warning. "Just get some rest. You're probably just sick from exhaustion. You're running yourself too hard. You really should consider taking days off."
Phew! She bought it! Great! Now if only she'd go away so she doesn't find out just how haywire my powers are!
"Yeah, but Amity Park needs protecting and…" I begin. Again, she cuts me off which is good because I didn't know what to say after those words anyway.
"Yes! But you can't protect it if you're so sick you can't stand!" She covers me with a blanket and hands me a cup of water and a pill. "Now take this and get some sleep. You obviously need it. I'll clean up the mess and tell our parents that you're not feeling well."
I take the cup and the pill. As I do she walks off to get the cleaning materials. As soon as I swallow the pill I begin to feel drowsy. I'm out cold before she even gets back.
When I finally wake up, it's dark outside. Apparently I slept through the whole day. That's good. I got rest and no one is going to be watching me while I practice using my ghost powers.
I get out of bed and walk over to the mirror.
"Okay, lesson one, transforming," I say softly to myself. I close my eyes and do my best to imagine Danny Phantom. Not too hard, am a phangirl after all. I know every single detail. Okay, puffy white hair, wide green eyes, sarcastic smile, tan skin. White gloves, boots, belt, and insignia. Remaining jumpsuit is black. Ghostly echo in the voice and a strange white glow around the whole body. Now go!
My body tingles and I feel light headed. The world spins in my head. I put my hands on the dresser to steady myself. As I do the tingling is replaced by a surge of power. The dizziness increases as I am filled with an unnatural high, an ecstasy that can not be ignored. I nearly scream with joy! I feel like the most powerful person in the universe! I grip the dresser even harder. I gasp and inwardly squeal. My body vibrates with barely contained excitement. For a second I'm too afraid to open my eyes. I fear if I do all this wonderfulness will escape as I see that nothing really happened, that I imagined it all. But then the wonderful, miraculous sensations begin to fade. I open my eyes and stare at my reflection. Glowing green eyes stare back. I suck in a breath. One white hand rises to my cheek and gently touches it. The high is gone but the unbelievable feeling of power remains. The green eyes, the white hair, the jumpsuit, all of this remains too. I was Danny Phantom.
For no reason whatsoever, I remember that I ended the chapter in my fanfiction on those very words. I even skipped the practice session in the story because I didn't see any reason to describe how much a normal person would suck at controlling these powers. Those descriptions seemed redundant.
Well, I thought to myself, there's no skipping this practice session and suddenly becoming proficient now. Time to goof up like there's no tomorrow.
I take a few steps backwards. What should I try first? I should probably attempt a fairly easy, non-destructive power. Let's see. There's intangibility, invisibility, and flying. Invisibility should probably be first since it's the quietest. I might scream as I fall through the floor while practicing intangibility and I would make too many thudding noises while attempting to fly.
I close my eyes and focus. I feel the power flowing through my veins… if I still have any veins. At any rate, I feel the power there. It's like an odd warmth, a heat you don't expect to feel but feel anyway. Kind of like being outside during a cold winter day for too long then coming back inside and drinking hot chocolate. It's a good heat. It feels right.
I focus on this heat. I imagine it growing and filling me, crawling beneath my skin and making my reflection vanish in the mirror… and not replacing it with anything.
The warmth expands from my core outward. My skin tingles. I open my eyes and see… my reflection. Snap! It didn't work. I glare at my image. It sneers back at me then vanishes! I look down at myself but don't see anything! It worked! Sure it had a ten second delay but it still worked!
I grin. Now to try and make myself reappear. I focus on the warmth again. A minute later my image reappears in the mirror. It grins at the thought that it managed to do the seemingly impossible; it frowns at the thought that it took so long; it grins at the thought that it knows that it'll get better.
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