Disclaimer: I do not own Dany Phantom, Butch Hartman does.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

(Authors Notes)

Fractures in the Façade

Chapter 2: Fractured

Beret on properly this time Tucker took a huge bite out of his roast meat sandwich whilst his two friends sat at the picnic table with him eating their lunches, if you could call Sam's salad a lunch, which it was not according to Tucker, or the fact Danny just had food out and wasn't actually eating.

"So, uh, do anything fun last night?" Danny asked absently pointedly, stirring the slop the school served as food.

"Oh, I don't know, just hung out." Sam replied casually, shrugging.

"With Gregor?" Danny answered, venom creeping into his tone. It had not been fun to wake up well past his curfew with his face plastered to the tarmac in the malls car park, nor cleaning all the ectoplasm off his face before he got home, especially when it was his own. Not to mention all the trouble he'd got in with his parents over being so late home.

"I wouldn't do that." Tucker commented worriedly, looking at pale boy beside him.

"Why is that any of your business?" Sam demanded, irritated by her friends apparent jealousy. She leaned back as Danny shoved his face into her personal space bubble. "What are you doing?" she asked, slightly confused.

"Oh, ah, I don't know. Just checking for pimples, dimples… spaghetti sauce." He looked accusingly at the black haired goth and winced as he felt the voice wake up. 'Mine. Mine. She is mine!'

"Spaghetti…" Sam began very confused. "Huuuh! We're you spying on me!" she accused Danny who seemed to have given up all pretence of eating.

"I told you it was a bad idea to spy on her." Tucker duly informed his friend feeling vindicated.

"Nice." Danny commented, voice acidic in annoyance at what his friend had just let slip.

"You used your ghost powers to SPY ON ME!" Sam yelled getting more and more angry, standing up as she did. "You've really crossed the line!"

"Not you, I was spying on Gregor! He's so obviously working with the Guys in White !" Danny shot back anger flaring in his own voice as his friends words seemed to hit home in all the soft places, matching her in standing up to prevent himself wincing.

"Oh, so that's it!" Sam put her hands on her hips, tone condescending. "The only way a boy could like me is if it was part of a plot to get you? Ha, ego much?" she mocked.

"Hey Sam you want to…" Gregor started as he walked up having heard the girls voice.

"Whatever it is, yes!" Sam ground out as she marched off, leaving her food and grabbing the euro-goth's hand as she marched.

"I think I can guess the answer, but how'd it go last night?" Tucker tried, attempting to bring his fuming friend back down from orbit of planet rage.

Eyes flickering between green and blue Danny took a deep breath before slumping back in his seat, shoving his untouched meal away. "Well, I got hit in the face with a rock. Gregor kissed Sam. And the Guys in White attacked again, so there's got to be a connection between them and Gregor!" Danny gritted his teeth as the pounding in his head reach a painful pitch again.

"wait, hold up." Tucker raised his hands signalling Danny to stop as he opened his mouth again. "Gregor kissed Sam?"

"Yeah, but apparently that's none of my business!" Danny growled, grabbing his open milk carton and crushing it with one hand. Tucker noted the milk freeze as it sloped out the top.

'Okay, bad timing for Danny to start losing control of his powers again.' Tucker though worriedly as his friend threw the now frozen milk over his shoulder, where it shattered on the grass, before slumping onto the table. "Tell you what." Tucker threw his arm around Danny's shoulders, causing the brooding teen to look up at him quizzically. "Since you get attacked every time you close to Gregor, I'm going to tag along with Gregor and Sam." Jerking his thumb at himself Tucker exclaimed proudly. "I'll be your mole!" 'Yeah, that and it'll keep you far enough away from both Gregor and Sam so that you don't do something we all regret.'

Danny perked up at this, smiling as he sat up. "Really? To protect Sam?" the teen questioned.

'Yeah from you, better not say that though.' "Yeah, that and Gregor rocks!" Tucker covered. "plus you're my best friend, and I got to watch your back too." Tucker stood up and twisted his beret around again to try and look cool. Danny watched with a shake of his head as his blindly wandered off, wincing as his friend cried out in surprise, falling down an open manhole.

Danny's head jerked round as he heard to painfully familiar voices talking across the yard. Rushing over behind a Tree he peered round the trunk at the two agents from the Guys in White cornered Mr Lancer against a second picnic table.

"The purple back gorilla information we accessed traces back to assignment you gave in your class!" Agent K accused the portly teacher.

"And what makes you think I want to cooperate with the Feds?" Mr Lancer shot back, Abraham beard shifting as he spoke.

"Because ghosts are a constant threat to your student body?" Agent O reasoned.

"And because we're with the Government and have access to your tax records!" Agent K threatened, leaning in to emphasise his words.

Mr Lancer's eyes widened as his face took on a slightly paniced look. "What do you want to know and how fast do you want know it?" Mr Lancer spilled as the two agents smirked.

"This is getting to close for comfort." Danny cursed as he slid back into hiding. "I need to lay low for a while and let Tucker do his thing." He added, slinking away.

Sam watched as Gregor browsed the book shelves of her favourite shop, the Skulk 'n' Lurk. A haf smiled tugged at her lips as the white haired teen paused and picked up a book. 'Nice choice.' She mentally congratulated him.

"Edward Gory, ah excellent choice." Gregor announced as he pulled the book of the shelf, showing it to Sam. "Even his name is Gory." The boy joked, earning a full smile from the pale skinned beauty.

Sam's smile turned into an annoyed from as Tucker popped up between the two Goths, throwing an arm around each of their shoulders."Hey guys! Thanks for letting me tag along. I hope I'm not getting in your way too much." Tucker spoke, gaze flicking between the two.

Gregor's frown went unnoticed behind his dark glasses before he smiled and replied. "Of course not."

"Yeah of course not." Sam added, annoyance creeping into her tone as she thought of a different boy. "You asked to tag along." Glairing up into the air Sam raised a fist shaking it as she added loudly "Unlike SOME people who better not be here!"

"Shouting angrily into the sky. It reminds me of home." Gregor spoke, apparently wiping a tear from his eye.

'Guess it must be tough, coming halfway round the world to a different country, leaving all your friends and family behind.' Sam thought glancing back as her fellow goth replaced his shades.

Tucker just winced uncomfortably.

Sam sat on her sofa in her family's home cinema, chin cupped in the palm of her hand as brooded over the horrible fates she had planned for Tucker. Annoyed at how he seemed to be purposefully ruining her time with the Hungarian exchange student, first at the mini golf then at the Nasty Burger. A beeping sound distracted her from her dark musings and the goth diva glanced over annoyed at the offending PDA as Tucker played a game.

Noticing her look Tucker gulped, fearing the wrath of the steel toed behemoths his friend called shoes. "Oh, does this bother you?" he questioned looking at Sam.

"Pfff, not at all." Gregor answered flicking his hand again, before leaning back to continue watching the French romance on screen.

Tucker sighed, relieved that he seemed to have been saved from hobbling home, or to the nearest hospital when his phone began to vibrate and ring like crazy. Grabbing the blue flip phone from his grey pants pocket. Glancing at the caller ID he noted the screen read 'Danny Fenton'. "I have to take this." Tucker explained as he jumped out of his seat and walked out of the room.

"S do I apparently!" Sam fumed from her end of the couch.

Back in his room at home in the Fenton Works Danny was pacing his room. "Come on, come on, come on! Pick up the phone already!"

"Hey dude, what's up?" Tuckers voice spilled out of the handhelds grey ear piece.

"Anything to report?" Danny asked, becoming frustrated with Tuckers apparent disregard of the situation.

"Well I bought this great graphic novel at the skulk 'n' Lurk, I was two under par at the put-put course. Oh and Sam has some kickin new surround sound." Tuckers voice added as Danny struggled not to grind his teeth at his friends casual manner, not at all worried about Sam and what that wanna be goth was trying to pull.

"I mean, anything about Gregor!" Danny snapped, annoyance colouring his tone as he flopped back onto his bed.

"If he's a spy, he's really cool for a spy." Tuckers voice answered from down the line, making Danny's right eye twitch in annoyance.

"Tucker my friend,movie is over, you up for bowling?" cam the faint sound of Gregor's voice from the other end causing Danny's eye to twitch even more violently.

"Gotta go!" Tucker finished as the line went dead.

"Great, now I'm losing both my best friends." Danny grumbled scowling up at the ceiling trying to once again squash the voice in his head that was obsessing about Sam.

Danny sighed, trudging into the locker room after gym class with Ms Tetslaf. Opening his locker Danny chucked his smelly sneakers on to the top shelf before beginning to rehearse the conversation he had planned. "Gregor, I know you're not what you seem to be and… gah." He treailed oof looking down at his bare feet. Turning back he pointed accusingly at his gym shoes. "Gregor, I know you're up to something and… nnh!" Danny slapped his forehead. 'You are not helping! Shut UP!' he raged at the constant chant of 'Kill! Maim! Burn! Kill Maim! Burn! Kill Maim! Burn!' pounding inside his head. "Come on, find the words!" he chastised himself, slamming his locker in frustration.

Danny started as closing the door revealed the very teen he had been wanting to talk to.

"Danny I wish to talk to you." Gregor informed the pale raven head. "if you are done talking to yourself?"

"Gah, uh, um, ah, sure Gregor." Danny managed, sitting down on the bench behind him in the isles center, the wrestle with his unruly subconscious making it difficult to speak coherently. "What's up?" he gasped finally pushing the images of Gregor's mangled and charred corpse out of the forefront of his mind.

"I am not blind. You do not like me." The Hungarian informed Danny as he first gestured to himself then the shorter boy before him.

"Gregor, that's not…" Danny tried to explain over the ringing in his mind.

"Ahh, let me finish." Gregor countered, raising a hand to stop Danny before he got under way. "You do not like me because you want to protect your friend Sam and… I respect this." Gregor continued sounding slightly aloof.

"It-it's not just that…" Danny tried, anger creeping into his expression as he tried desperately not to give ground to the desires hammering on the walls.

"You like her more than just friends?" Gregor inquired, realisation dawning. 'This dweeb likes my girl, chah no way dude, she's gonna be mine.'

"Well…." Danny started trying to sort out his inner turmoil and discern exactly what all these conflicting parts of him actually wanted.

"You hestitate." Gregor cut in. Sitting down next to Danny he continued "Which means you are unsure. I am not." He placed his hand over his heart to emphasise his next point. "I'm going to ask her out."

Gregor failed to notice as Danny's eyes widened in shock at this nor the flash of green as the voice howled in Danny's mind.

"I hope we can, oh how do you Americans say, uh, hang out?"he hugged Danny. Pulling back he concluded. "I'm glad we had this chance to talk." Gregor finished by kissing Danny on each cheek before getting up to leave. 'Ugh, gross man. I just kissed a guy! Stupid European traditions man.'

Danny paused stunned and highly disturbed by the foreign boy's actions. Regaining his composure as anger surged through him along with a fresh chorus of blood lust the embarrassed and enraged teen stood up, pointing an accusing finger with eyes shut. "I know who you are! And I know what you're up to! And…" his eyes finally snapped open. Hand falling as the fire drained out of him at the sight of the now Gregor free locker room. "Somehow I pictured this chat going differently."

After school Danny walked out the front doors alone, looking up he noted his two friends walking off accompanied by Gregor. Tucker looked back and noticed Danny. His expression just saddened and he turned away to trudge beside Gregor and Sam. Sam noticing her friends depressed look also looked back. Her normally uncaring attitude also shifting down the melancholy road as she noted her friend standing there all alone. She offered him a weak smile before turning back and letting the smile fall from her lips. Gregor noticed the pair look back and turned to see what they had been looking at. He noted with some amusement the depressed boy standing on the steps as the students streamed round him, watching the trio as they walked out the school gates. He waved back before also turning forward again and taking Sam's hand, causing him to miss the balling of fist or the look of rage that swept his face and Danny's eyes flashing a glowing green.

Danny stalked off round the back of school, checking first to make sure he was alone. Once certain he was indeed unobserved he reached inside for the cold lurking just beneath his ribs and pulling it to the surface. A bright flash of light accompanied the formation of a white ring around him which split in two, one travelling up his body and one travelling down. He felt the odd sensation of a loss of heat as he stopped feeling the environment, temperature meant little to him as a ghost, only the most extremes of temperatures affecting ectoplasm. The disturbingly familiar feeling of his heart stooping confirmed his transformation as the black jumpsuit with white accompaniments replaced his school clothes. Breath catching in his throat as his lungs stopped working, the sickening senation of his internal organs liquidising in to ectoplasm. The weightless sensation of being a ghost took hold whilst his hair turned snowy and eyes blazed green. White aura flickered to life as his skin lost what little colour it normally had and became icy to touch instead of just unnaturally cold.

Heaving a deep sigh and not even bothering to refill his lungs Danny Phantom took off into the sky headed for home.

Walking through the front door before Jazz had got home, his depression making him forget to wait till after his sister arrived, her driving theoretically meaning she would beat him home, he heard his mother's voice coming from the kitchen.

"Our son hanging out with Danny Phantom? Well that is preposterous." Maddy Fenton's voice exclaimed, instantly making Danny cringe and head towards her, the intentions of damage control taking over.

"Danny get over here!" Jack called forgetting his son wouldn't be home yet, surprising Maddy when Danny did indeed appear round the kitchen door. Danny thought he was surprised to here his father call for him, but that was nothing to his shock upon seeing who his parents were talking to.

The two agents K and O from the Guys in White looked over at the scrawny, pale teen who was looking at them rather nervously.

Agent O pulled a PDA out of his jacket. "We've managed to trace this PDA to Tucker Foley." He informed the boy, the name scrawling its way across the screen. "We figure the ghost must be an associate of his."

Danny scratched the back of his head, already frayed nerves unravelling at the risk the two agents posed with their accusations. "Ah, have you checked, ah, Dash Baxter?" he inquired, clutching at straws.

"Affirmative!" Agent K responded. "He's too much of an oaf to be the ghost kid. And you." He flicked his gaze over Danny who winced expecting the worst. "you're too pre-pubescent."

Indignation got the better of Danny at this slight. "Hey!" he exclaimed, indignant at being called a child.

"And it's not that Manson girl, which leaves the Gregor kid we saw them hanging around with." Agent K mused, rubbing his chin with a black gloved thumb.

"Of course!" Agent O realised. "How did we not see that! He has white hair, and so does the ghost boy!" he finished, pulling a massive blue blaster from his pocket.

'How the hell did they fit that in there?' Danny wondered as the two agents raced off in pursit of their new target.

"Hey if you ever need a guy in orange, Jack Fenton's your man!" Jack indicated himself with his tumb as he spoke, snapping Danny out of his musings on the logistics of suits pockets and womans hand bags.

"Wait, gregor can't be a spy if they're going after him with guns blazing… and Sam and tucker are right in the line of fire." Danny though aloud surprise and fear clouding his features. "Ah, bye Mum, bye Dad!" Danny called running for the door. "Going to meet Sam and Tucker, don't wait up!"

The door slammed as he raced out earning confused looks from both his parents.

"Don't wait up? But he has a 10 o'clock curfew. We won't be in bed by then." Maddy said, turning to look at her husband.

"I know, what does that boy take us for? Old fuddy duddys?"Jack announced indignantly.

Sam sighed as she watched Tucker adjusting the telescope at the observatory look out. She lent glumly against the rail next to Gregor who maintained a silent air of mild interest.

"Cool it's a new moon!" Tucker called over to the pair as he finished aligning the telescope. "You guys want to take a look?"

"Later perhaps." Greogr responded as Sam opened her mouth, shutting it again with a quizzical look at the boy next to her. "I wish to have a word with Sam. In private." Gregor added as he noticed Tucker begin to say something and headed him off. Taking the gothic beauty's hand he lead her away to a more secluded spot on the lookout.

"I hope I'm not too late." Danny cursed as he cannoned through the night sky, legs fused into a spectral tail. "Now where the hell are they? Tucker mentioned something about going to the observatory in math. I guess I'll check there first."

Danny raced towards the white dome and balcony that rested on the mountain side just out of town. Turning invisible so as not to attract Sam's wrath for spying on her again Danny slammed on the breaks, slowing down from well over 180 kilometres per hour (112 miles per hour) to stop just above the two gothic teens just as Gregor began to speak.

"I will not mince words Sam." Danny heard Gregor say as he fled over the balcony so as to be out of sight as he became visible again. "I like you and I would like to go steady."

Danny's eyes nearly popped out of his head at those 10 words. He began breathing again, hyperventilating, not from a desire for oxygen but from his instinctive reaction to shock. Cold blue sweat began to poor down the ghost boys neck and face as the voice of his own subconscious stopped started screaming again. But this time….

'NO! NOOOOOOO! IT CAN'T, NO, HE, AAAAAHHHHH, NO, HE, NO, NO ,NO, BUT SHE'S, NO, MINE, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' the normal possessive or bloodthirsty echo curling up on itself, screaming in absolute pain. Danny felt as if his mind was being sucked inside a gaping wound ripped into his soul. The pain, was beyond that of any physical wound he'd ever felt or even dared to imagine. Grabbing his head in both hands as he leaned back mouth gaping about to scream.

"With me?" Sam's excited reply wafted over the wall and down to the writhing spectre halting the sound that had been building in his throat dead. The world swam out of focus, noise fading away into nothing as all Danny could feel was the pain. The rage and hate clawed at their confines but they were nothing to the black sense of loss and despair that twisted their way through thoughts and memories. Three simple words reverberating in the darkness amidst the howls of pain from his flagging impulse and the half jumbled sheiks of his consciousness. 'She's gone. Gone forever. Gone. She's forever. Forever gone. Gone. She's gone forever. Gone forever.'

Green light burst from Danny's eye sockets and still gaping maw, lancing into the sky as a brief but effective signal beckon, unnoticed by the pair of teens beginning to argue above.

"With you." Gregor concluded. "And not with your losing friend Tucker."

Sam quirked an eyebrow quizzically, distracted enough to miss a green signal pulse pierce the sky. "It's loser." She corrected.

Tucker having wondered over, wondering what the two Goths were talking about started as a green light beam shot up from over the balcony beside the pair. Rushing over Tucker leant over and gazed down, eyes widening as he took in the tortured appearance of his ghostly friend below.

Danny writhed, unable to even moan his vocal cords locked by his mental trauma. 'It feels if, I'm being, torn apart…." Danny's last rational thought coiled through his ravaged mind before it to was sucked into darkness and replaced by pain. Green cracks radiated from the glowing emerald pools that had replaced Danny's normally humanoid eyes, branching out from his temples as fresh fissures began there too.

Tucker watched in horrid fascination as he heard Sam say something to Gregor, the writhing and growing the jagged lines of expanding and Danny's head thrown back in a silent scream. As he watched Tucker saw the cracks begin to connect and the skin they encompassed fall into the ectoplasm beneath, apparently dissolving to leave two gaping, jagged fist sized holes in place of eyes. Tucker gulped and rushed over to his two friends as Danny thrashed, clearly in agony from whatever was going.

"Then you agree." Gregor concluded, smiling at Sam as Tucker ran up to the pair.

"You two really have to see…" Tucker began, forgetting in his panic that Gregor didn't know about Danny, his only concern being getting Sam to take a look at whatever was wrong with Danny.

"No I don't agree!" Sam railroaded over Tucker who just looked startled at her, thinking she meant him. "Tucker may be annoying but he's one of my best friends!" crossing her arms and fixing Gregor with an angry galre she continued. "He's part of the package."

"Ah, am I interrupting something? Gregor, dude, hello?" Tucker tried to grab the taller boys attention, waving his hand in front of the shades wearing boy, not wanting to incur Sam's wrath with her expression spelling certain doom for the next person to deliver bad news.

Gregor's face reddened slightly, lips curling in anger as his brows scrunched in annoyance. "DUDE! Do you ever stop talking?" Gregaor snarled, accent changing drastically to that of an Northern American rather than the strange one he'd been using before.

Tucker's face fell from confusion to mild hurt at those words.

"Do you even know how obnoxious you are! With your stupid jokes, and lameo technology? IDIOT!" the white haired boy yelled, shoving his face almost into Tucker's. Suddenly realising how this looked, the boy glanced back at the startled true goth who was quickly turning from surprised to furious. "Oh I mean he's nothing. Pffft." Gregor picked up his strange accent again, throwing an arm around Tucker's shoulders as he looked worriedly at Sam. Seeing the furious and disbelieving look on the beauty's face his care free expression fell along with his phony accent. "Ah, darn it." He mumbled as Tucker looked at him with an annoyed expression, wanting to grab Sam to show her Danny, but unable due to the selfish fake.

"Wait a minute, you were faking!" Sam demanded. "The accent, and liking Tucker, just to get on my good side?" Sam sounded more confused and hurt as she finished, her anger seeping out of her as she realised Danny had been right and this guy was nothing but a fake.

"Ah, hello, I'm a guy, HELLO!" gregor said exasperated preventing Tucker from speaking again as he shot an annoyed look at the white haired phony next to him. "I mean I really like you and all, but come on!" he continued, indicating tucker whose frown deepened.

Sam crossed her arms and shot an enraged glare at the whit wearing boy as he scratched the back of his head.

"We're through, aren't we?" Gregor questioned, sounding a little depressed.

"Oh, beyond." Sam mocked, leaning forward with a wry leer.

"Oh well." Gregor shrugged, noticing as the blond haired Star and another cheerleader walked past. "Cheerleaders. Better adjust my pitch." He decided, pulling out a letterman jacket and throwing it on and rushed after the two girls. "Hey babes? You like football?" Gregeor inquired, now emphasising his American accent to sound like a classic jock.

Sam just glanced wryly at Tucke, annoyed with herself partly for being suckered in by the charming fake.

"Can I hit him for you?" Tuckere inquired as both teens watched Gregor begin to shamelessly flirt with the two prep girls. Memory crept up and clobbered Tucker one as a picture of screaming dannu with radioactive green craters for eyes flashed across his inner vision. "Sam, you'd better…" he began only to stop as a whit missile streaked overhead.

Glancing up at the throaty roar the projectile made both girls squealed and dived out the way with a yelling Gregor as the missile struck the balcony's edge and blew it away in a blue spectral explosion.

"Thanks, but I think that's covered." Sam commented. She turned around as Turcker mimicked her movements as a large white jet roared over head.

"Commence Operation white noise, white heat!" Agent K ordered from the pilots seat of the two seater, white assault jet.

Agent O nodded, scanning with the planes censors for their target. Sighting the white haired teen known as Gregor the system produced a lock on symbol.

Sam glanced up as the jet seemed to hover in place, taking aim at the boy sprawled in the dust whilst the two girls ran for their lives. "Gregor, although I think you're the world's biggest jerk, RUN!" Sam yelled as the jet let loose another missile salvo.

Glancing up Gregor's eyes widened behind his shades, and he took off running for all he was worth dodging the deadly projectiles and blue beams the jet fired at him.

"Sam!" Tuckered yelled above the explosions. "Go check on Danny, something's wrong with him!" he said pointing to the edge of the balcony where he'd last seen Danny.

"What?" Sam questioned, confused by Tucker's apparent rambling. 'Danny wasn't here was? Wait was he spying on me? Again!'

Her musings cut short as Gregor sailed past, an explosion hurling him across the white paving stones to crash into the observatory's glass front doors, right beneath a giant metal globe.

"Gregor." Was all tucker commented as two missiles destroyed the metal orbs supports and it began to fall on top of the sprawled and dazed Gregor. Rushing forward Tucker jumped grabbing the encombant teen and tackling him out of harm's way.

"Dude, you save my life!" Gregor exclaimed, shocked at the selfless act of heroism.

"Yeah." Tuckered answered, twisting his beret back into position. "But I despise you know."

Both boys looked up as the jet cirled round for another run, blasting at both boys with blue bolts.

Sam glanced over the balcony where Danny was supposed to be but upon seeing no sign of her ghostly friend hauled herself back off the rail and watched eyes widening in fear as Tucker, and unfortunately Gregor, dodged the blasts being flung at them.

"We've got the ghost boy on the run." Agent K informed Agent O with a sinister smile.

Pulling the jet into hover into hover to allow Agent O a better shot, Agent K glanced to his right, and out the window, as somebody knocked on it.

What met his gaze was a fractured façade, a face shattered by twin green ectoplasmic pools which dominated the ghost boys face.

"Reading a scale 8 ecto-plasmic power, bordering on 9, right… outside the jet?" Agent O looked up, following K's gaze, confused by his instruments.

"RAAAAHHHHH!" the ghost howled turning into a see through blue version of itself as it went intangible before launching itself at the two agents, grabbing them and making them intangible too, pulling them out of the jet. Hurling the two agents as he exited the plane in a whirl wind spind the ghost re-solidified, black jumpsuit reappearing along with his spectral tail. Turning back towards the crashing jet the spectre raise its hand, green energy glowing around the white gauntlet before a green beam blasted forth, smashing into the falling assault craft and vaporising it.

"This town is too crazy for me, I'm going back to Michigan!" Gregor yelled, whipping off his shades as the ghost howled in victory.

"Don't you mean Hungry, Gregor?" Tucker called after the fleeing poser.

"My name is Elliot" cam e the retreating teens fading reply.

Sam started cracking up at the boys panic, not noticing her Tucker's worry or Danny's strange behaviour thinking he was just trying, and succeeding, at scaring Gregor or Elleiot or whatever his name was. That is until said Phantom soared over head still howling as he chased the fleeing teen.

"Danny?" Sam called as Elliot screamed, green ecto-blasts coming dangerously close to sending him to join him spectral attacker's state of life.

"Sam, somethings happened to Danny! He's in pain and apparently pretty angry with Grego-Elliot." Tucker informed his gothic friend as she began to panic.

"Danny? Danny!" Sam yelled, running off after the hellbent ghoul that was her friend.

"How the *pant* hell *pant* does she *pant* do it?" Tucker gasped running after his two friends as Sam sprinted off in her clunky, heavy, steel combat boots after he rogue friend.

"DANNNYY!" Sam yelled again as Elliot tripped and sprawled in the dust, leaving him now unable to dodge his ghostly aggressor.

"Raaaahhhhaa!" Danny gasped charging up another shot to finish the cowering boy off before a cry of "DANNNYY!" cut through his blood lust like and angel's call.

Turning from the helpless fake, Danny soared back towards the source of the enchanting call. Floating down to rest in front of wide eyed and terrified Sam Danny simply waited, ragged pits casting her face in a pale green light from their acidic glow.

"What the *pant* hell *pant* happened *pant* to you?" Ticker gasped catching up to the Sam as Danny floated in front of her.

"D-danny?" Dam question her eyes wide in shock at her friends fractured appearance, not to mention his aggressive behaviour.

Her only response was a slowly raised and shaking arm. White gloved and glowing fingers reaching timidlt towards her cheek as Danny's expression remained blank and broken, muth slightly agape but no sound coming forth.

"Danny, whats wrong?" Sam tried again, reaching out to grab his trembling hand as it stop almost touching her but seemingly unable to close the final gap.

"Saaaaammmmmm….." a long drawn out moan escaping from the ghost as she clutched his hand, mouth twisting in fear. Both Sam and Tucker exchanged worried looks at their friends stupor.

"NO! SAAMMMMM!" Danny howled as she looked away.

Gaze snapping back at the pained cry as Danny wrenched his hand from the Goths grasp. Both Sam and tucker watched horror stricken as their ghostly companion clutched his head in both hands, head theorwn back as he screamed, spectral tail thrashing.

"!" her name cried amidst the pained shrieks snapped Sam from her frozen state, whilst Tucker remained unmoving, eyes locked open in fear.

Seeing as no help would be forth coming Sam clutched at her black glad friend grabbing onto his jumpsuit. "Danny! Whats wrong, what ever it is it'll be ok! Just tell us what's wrong.

"GONE, GONE, LOST, STOLEN, TAKEN, GONE!" was shouted reply. Shattered eyes falling back on the beauty clutching at him, Danny went intangible to escape her grasp. Backing away from his two frinds with his body shuddering from a mixture a fear and agony he cast them one last glance before barrelling off into the sky, tail stretching out beind him from the rush of acceleration, disppaering as he turned invisible.

"Tucker, what the hell just happened?" Sam demanded turning back to her still exhausted friend.

Finally regaining his breath Tucker managed to stop wheezing, her voice snapping him out of his stupor. He gulped before replying "Well I think something either you or Gregor or Elliot, whoever, said something that took him the wrong way."

"The wrong way!" Sam scoffed. "He went completely phsyco! And what was with those fractures in his façade?"

"I don't know, but whatever they were they sure seemed to hurt." Tucker responded. "But I do know one thing, he needs some serious help before he does anything he'll regret."

Sam stopped as the truth of this sank, the potential damage a rogue Danny could do, not to mention the free run ghosts would get whilst he was out of commission. Face twisting from shock ed to determined she replied "And I know just how we'll do that."

"How?" Tuckered queried looking confused at his friends sudden determination.

"Next chance we get, so probably this weekend, we're heading into the ghost zone to ghost ask someone some very pointed questions!" Sam answered, jaw set as her fists balled, determination rolling off her in waves.

"Ah, ok." Tucker said, backing off a bit not wanting to get attacked for a second time that night, now by his own friend before pointing out a hole in her plan. "But it's Thursday, what are we going to do about tomorrow and explaining where Danny is?"

"I don't know Tuck, but we'll think of Something." Sam finished, stomping off to begin making her way back home.

"Wait for me!" Tucker called after her retreating back, hurrying to catch up. 'Man I really got to exercise more often, this stitch is killing me!'

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And there you have it. Another chapter done and dusted when I should really be studying for my exams. All well, it's what I do to relax. Don't judge me!

First off I like to give a big thank you to the following people.

bryandachosen1

xsugarxblossomx

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ShadowAngelBeta

Thanks for the reviews people and spooks alike.

Oh and to answer the three questions I asked at the end of last chapter.

1. Episode 36 – Doublecross My Heart.

2. Naruto

3. Kharn the World Eater from Warhammer 40K.

We're now finally hitting the part of the story that will be entirely made up for now. So I hope you've enjoyed it so far as we travel deeper into my AU. Things that will be revealed in the next two chapters, how and why ghosts exist and why Danny has freaked out and cracked up.

Till next time, stay frosty and I'll catch you on the flipside.