Babble
"What is that?" the Box Ghost wondered.
"What is that? Fear me," the device replied.
"It's one of my parents' inventions, the Ghost Gabber," the hybrid explained. "It's supposed to translate ghost talk into everyday speech. I thought you could use it to find out what Box Lunch is saying."
"That's a great idea!"
"That's a great idea," monotoned the machine. "Fear me."
The Box Ghost didn't hear. He'd already flown off to fetch his infant daughter.
Box Lunch gurgled into the machine. The males waited eagerly for an interpretation.
"Goo goo gaga. Fear me."
"That's my girl!"
Banter
Jazz stared at the notebook, face scrunched in concentration. "Hm… 'fight fire with ICE!' No, Danny is more likely to start out with ecto-blasts. 'Time to be extinguished?'" She considered it. "Cheesy. Very cheesy. Let's see… 'Soup's on'? Well, I suppose it would work if he's stuffing the Lunch Lady into the Fenton Thermos…."
"Jazz? What are you doing?"
The redhead jumped. "Danny! Don't do that."
"Are you talking to yourself?"
She blushed. "I'm working on my witty banter, okay?"
Her brother stepped through the wall, smiling gently. "Want help?"
She grinned back. "I'd like that."
Blame
Tucker stared in amazement at his PDA. "Danny, you have got to see this!"
"What is it?"
"You know how I've been tracking the damage from ghost fights? Check it out. In monetary terms, you only cause six percent of all property damage."
"Wait, what?" The halfa gawked. "You're kidding me. Are you sure that's right?"
The techno-geek snorted. "I've checked and double-checked. Trust me, man, this is accurate. Look at how much the ghost hunters cause."
Danny whistled. "Wow. Sixty-one percent. You're positive this is right?"
"Yep." He laughed. "So next time Valerie starts ranting about how you're a menace, I'll show her my stats."
His friend smirked. "Okay, I have got to see that."
Blessed
"We are gathered this day to join two souls in holy matrimony…."
Sam was so beautiful in her ivory gown. Danny was so handsome in his ebony tux. Goth or not, her face lit up the entire room. Half-ghost or not, his face lit up the entire room. Little details burned into his mind: Clockwork's human disguise as he spoke the words, Jazz and Danni in the bridesmaids' dresses, Tucker as the man of honor. The world was a blur. Only his face was real.
"I do."
"I do."
Clockwork smiled, violet eyes glittering. "You may kiss the bride."
Blind
How can they not see who I am? I mean, Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom- it's not exactly hard to figure out.
And it's not just my parents, it's the entire world. I've messed up so many times. The time with Ember and Youngblood, I thought for sure that someone would notice. Fenton wasn't supposed to have those fighting skills, and he vanished just before Phantom showed up.
I sometimes wonder if they really do know, if they're just pretending. Then Valerie smiles at my human half, and I know the truth. The whole world's blind, and I'm the only one who sees it.
Bon vivant
Danny's jaw sagged. "You're kidding me, right?"
The government agent shook his head. "Congress voted unanimously. Congratulations, Mr. Fenton-Phantom. You are now the sole owner of Vladimir Masters's property."
The halfa couldn't believe it. "But he's got, like, eighty bajillion dollars."
"No, Mr. Fenton-Phantom- you have eighty bajillion dollars. Once again, congratulations."
The hero stared at the check in his hands, eyes bulging at the amount. Vlad was rich. No, scratch that- Vlad was very rich.
For a moment, he was strongly tempted to keep it. After all, he'd saved the world. Then he sighed.
Three days later, an anonymous benefactor donated several million dollars to the victims of ghost attacks.
Border
"Today's lesson: geography," Dora announced perkily. "You are familiar of course with the Barrens-"
"The what?" Danny interrupted.
She frowned at him. "The Barrens, sometimes called the Lawless Lands, the dwelling place of your enemies. They are called 'lawless' because most of the inhabitant are eccentrics, anarchists, or escapees from insane asylums."
"I knew it!"
Dora hid a smile. "Yes. As I was saying, the Barrens are surrounded by the fifteen Borderlands, four of which you have already visited."
It was Danny's turn to frown. "No, five."
The princess started. "Really? What is the fifth?"
Her pupil smirked. "Amity Park."
Broken
The halfa moaned softly, clutching his leg. "Ow."
"Danny!" Sam ran up to him, violet eyes wide in horror. "Are you okay?"
He glared. She blushed. "Yeah, I know, standard question."
"No, I'm not okay. I think I've fractured my femur."
"Do you need a cast?" asked Tucker worriedly. Danny had only been half-ghost for three months, and they didn't know how quickly he could heal a broken bone.
Danny shook his head, biting his lip. "I'm tough," he muttered. "Besides, how would I explain a cast to my parents?"
The bone took a week to heal, and his friends and sister were the only ones to notice.
Burden
When Danny was eighteen, he took a class in Greek mythology. Most of the stories were entertainingly inaccurate- the real Tempus Lord was nothing like Chronos; Pandora's Box enhanced ghost powers; the Elysian Fields were nothing more than a tourist trap- but one struck home with him.
Then he learned about Atlas, who held the skies on his shoulder. The halfa knew exactly how he felt, but there was one major difference between himself and the Titan: Atlas had tried to get rid of his load by forcing it onto Heracles. Danny wouldn't give up his burden for the world.
Bygones
Did Jack really think that he would ever forgive him? Of course he wouldn't- the fat fool had changed him into a monster, locked him in a hospital for years, stolen the love of his life, rubbed two perfect children (one a half-ghost son) in his face, and topped it all off by abandoning him in space. If Jack thought that Vlad would ever accept, much less forgive, any of those actions, he had another thing coming.
"So why are you helping me?" Plasmius hated how weak his voice sounded, how pathetic.
Jack shrugged. "I really have no idea. Want any fudge?"