Me: Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while, guys!

Jade: Well, she was working a lot on the other stories, especially that Sonic the Hedgehog one.

Andy: Please tell me you're going to edit the chapters you wrote after this one? They're . . . meh . . .

Me: Hey! I'm bad at coming up with my own plots! Fine! This just means that there will be a bigger gap between chapters . . . sigh . . . Jade, you get to do the disclaimer. Andy made me sad.

Andy: Want a cookie?

Me: No. The cookie is a lie, just like the cake!

Jade: While they argue and she tries to regain her sanity, I would like to point out that Flute Chick does not own Danny Phantom. She simply owns Andy, Adrian, Marine and I. Enjoy.

I was looking at my reflection, not a window or a T. V. screen. I blinked, and the Phantom in the mirror blinked. I touched my face, feeling the hazmat material on the gloves, and the reflected me did the same. There were few differences to be honest, but no one could guess them—only I could. I guess the only real difference was the symbol on the chest and my eyes were a different shade of green. My hair was white, my eyes were green, and I had the classic Phantom outfit—although the symbol was not a D. It was an A that curved inwards on the bottom, making it sort of resemble a rocket ship, depending on how you looked at it. If it was turned on its side, no one would be able to differentiate me from a younger Danny Phantom. After a few seconds of merely staring and processing what was in front of me, then looking down to make sure that I indeed was wearing the outfit, which I was, I let out a mild yell:

"WHAT THE FLIPPING HECK IS THIS? I'M A PHANTOM? THIS MAKES NO FREAKING SENSE!" I was lucky that the neighbors are heavy sleepers. After that little rant, I ran towards the park, not caring if someone saw me or not. I needed answers, and there was only one person who could give them to me. I stopped behind a car parked nearby and checked the time off of the side of a building: 11:33. I had time to think. Being Phantom—Andy Phantom, I thought amusingly—would not be the best thing for this meeting in my case. So I concentrated, having no real experience at this, and thought hard about being human. The white rings, like the ones Jade had, only with a bluish glow, passed before me and the odd cool sensation that had been hanging on me since the light first flashed went away. I looked into the rearview mirror of the car to check myself. Yes, I was in my human form again. Then I walked into the park and sat down on a bench. It didn't take much for me to piece it all together in the two minutes that I sat there waiting.

"Andy?" asked the voice of a man behind me. I turned to face Phantom—the grown-up one, the one who did have a D on his outfit, the one who supposedly saved my family a ton of times. The one who was secretly my father, if I was right. There was no other explanation.

"Yeah-oh, hi," I said. He sat down next to me, seeming to be gathering his thoughts as he stared at the stars.

"So, you are my biggest fan, huh?" he cracked a grin, but seemed surprised when I sighed.

"Drop the act, Dad." Now if he was surprised before, he was downright baffled now.

"Huh?"

"Oh, come on. Danny Fenton? Danny Phantom? You two look alike. It didn't help your case when I turned into Andy Phantom in a deserted alley on the way here." This seemed to make him realize that I knew what was going on. He face-palmed.

"You know, you weren't supposed to transform until you were at least fourteen. Your birthday's tomorrow, or in half an hour I suppose. Close enough I guess. Want to go on your first patrol?" he asked, as casually as asking me if I wanted to go out for dinner or stay at home. Of course, I said yes in the same casual manner . . . well, not really.

"Yes I do! And don't worry, I don't plan on getting all dramatic and angst-y like the average teen in this situation. You've lied to me my whole life. But I get why, and you did try to get me to have a normal life while I could. I appreciate the effort. The only thing is . . . holy freaking heck, my dad is Danny Phantom! And I'm half-ghost!" I shrugged to show I was still sort of denying it. He laughed and nodded. I turned back into my ghost persona, and he whistled.

"You look exactly like I did, except for the symbol. I bet that within a month of the introduction of Andy Phantom, the entire female population of Casper High will have a major crush on the new ghost boy . . . and only his ghost half, if it's anything like it was for me," he grumbled. Then he grinned.

"Want flying lessons?" I stepped back for a second, spluttering.

"Now? I doubt that I'll be very good . . ."

"It's the easiest—and most fun—thing about this. Come on. You're already floating." In shock, I looked down to find that my feet weren't on the ground. I struggled to get down again in panic, and it was like trying to run through deep water, but I did it.

"Wow, that's faster than me. I took a whole hour to get back on the ground."

"It's like floating on your back in shallow water and trying to lie on the bottom."

"Exactly. Now, let yourself float again." I did. Then I tried to make myself go higher. It worked! I leaned the slightest bit to one direction and I moved slowly that way. Dad just stood and watched, smiling. I went a little higher, above the tops of the trees now, and leaned forward so much that I was parallel to the ground. I started to move very quickly, and I got excited, leaning to the left, then zooming upwards, then going to land. Dad clapped.

"You're a natural, Andy. I say we go home for the night and talk more in the morning. Leave the patrol to me."

"Okay, Dad." We flew home, and I opened my bedroom window, sneaking in. He waved and then flew around the corner of the house to go to his room. I sighed, then turned human. I literally fell onto my bed and was out within seconds. I was beat. I soon had a dream that I will never forget.

It was an empty room, except for a pedestal with a Fenton Thermos on it. I walked towards it, and my footsteps echoed around. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that a powerful ghost was locked away in there, for he imprinted his face from the inside. That didn't normally happen. I walked around it, knowing better than to open it.

"Ah, so you're his brat," said a deep voice from inside.

"I assume you know my dad, and I also assume that you aren't friends." Obviously this was a ghost he once caught.

"Correct."

"I don't know who you are. How do you know my dad?"

"It's a long story, boy. I don't want to keep you." It was very sarcastic.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, sitting cross-legged and disliking this ghost more and more. He chuckled.

"If you insist. In another version of time, events changed for Danny Fenton drastically. An accident at the Nasty Burger killed his friends, his family, and Mr. Lancer. Distressed, he begged Vlad to rip out his ghost half, which evidently was the reason for it all. Vlad did so, but the ghost that was ripped out had no emotion, and felt freed up to do the same to Vlad since it was so painful. The two ghost halves—Plasmius and Phantom—merged, to create Dark Dan. Within ten years, he destroyed the world.

"Now, a ghost named Clockwork liked to meddle with time. Therefore, he decided to help Danny out by showing him the future where Dark Dan existed. It ended in a battle where the young Danny trapped Dark Dan forever in a Fenton Thermos. He returned to his time, and what had happened before, didn't the second time around, and he lived a happy life, I'm sure. Dark Dan was forever locked outside of time, never to be released again. And Clockwork simply watched over the little Thermos. He forgot a certain detail, which allowed me to enter this world at night through the dreams of others. Normally it's just nightmares for my counterpart, because it's my own little revenge, but tonight I decided to see what was going on in your head." The voice laughed maniacally. I shivered.

"So, you're another version of my dad. Why are you so keen on learning about me?"

"I suppose I wonder things. I've had time enough to wonder about you and what you do. What you would have been if I'd raised you."

"That's . . . interesting. I wouldn't expect an evil version of my dad to want to know anything about me."

"Perhaps I'm not evil."

"Sure sounds like it. What happened to your human halves?"

". . ."

"That's exactly what I thought. Stop giving my dad nightmares."

"No."

"I don't see why it should be fun for you!"

"It gets boring sometimes. I chose to see you tonight because of that. I am much more amused." I thought for a few minutes. I didn't like Dan at all. But maybe I could do my dad a favor. I knew that my dad lost sleep over nightmares, though I never knew what they were about until now. He didn't deserve whatever torture that Dan could put him through.

"Then talk to me more often." There was a pause, then he chuckled.

"Fair enough. I'll show you the things I know, and you can share the things that you know."

As long as it gets you out of my dad's head, I thought.

"It's a deal. So this place lets us show each other thoughts?"

"More or less. I'll leave you now." And it all went black.

A/N: Hey guys. I like to leave notes in all or most chapters if possible. Sometimes, like now, they are pointless. Tell me what you think, your ideas that could stem from this, anything. As long as you keep it nice, I'll be happy-I don't mind criticism. I just cry at insults easily. Silly me. Anyway, see ya!