Hey guys! Told you i wasn't dead! reason this chapter is so short is because (after some prompting) i realized i couldn't leave you guys hanging for a month while i do Nanowrimo, so here's the first half of chapter 2! the second half will be uploaded, hopefully, once i complete Nahlgraafkiin, my skyrim and danny phantom crossover; if you want more info on it, check out my deviantart page, under the smae user name of "Allebasii"; you will also get to see some of my art for this story as well as many others, even true Vamp once i scan the pictures. And speaking of True Vamp...

NO, True Vamp is not going to 'never be finished'. I am going to upload the second to last chapter later tonight, when i find a good place to cut it in half, seeing as it was getting too long to be one chapter and i've left you guys in anticipation long enough; far too long, and for that, yopu have my sincerest apologies, but sometimes, life gets in the way of writing, as much as we all wish it didnt.

Phantom Resurrection Chapter 2: Non-Interference
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"Jack? Can you hand me the Fenton-wrench?" Maddie Fenton asked from under the Specter Speeder. She waited a second or two, before rolling her eyes and smoothly sliding out on the small rolling board, to see her rotund husband hunched over one of the lab tables, tongue sticking out in concentration.

"Jack?" she asked again, leaning around him to peer at what he was tinkering with.

"IT'S DONE!" Jack suddenly bellowed, making Maddie jump slightly when he nearly knocked her off her feet as he threw his arms out in jubilation—but a back flip quickly solved the space issue.

"What's done, Sweetie?" She asked, pulling her goggled-hood back to reveal chin-length red hair and sparkling purple eyes.

After wildly looking around to see where she was, Jack grinned down at her.

"It's my latest and greatest invention!" Jack proclaimed loudly, holding aloft a small, square compact device, covered in buttons, a glowing green screen, and a large antenna sticking out of the top. "The Fenton Tamper-Detector! It's guaranteed to tell you if a spook's been lurking around an area, for up to a year ago!"

Maddie smiled at him, and said brightly, "Don't you mean it registers Ecto-signatures, and records the number of times a ghost has been in range, and dates them per day the ectosignatures have been in the area, up to a year in the past?"

Jack looked at her blankly, before slowly replying, "Uhh, yeah! What you said!" He smiled again, and watched fondly as Maddie grabbed the Fenton-wrench and slid back under the Specter Speeder.

"You know, Jack, I think we should set up some anti-ghost traps around this. I don't understand how it keeps getting damaged!" Maddie's frustrated voice floated up to him, and Jack frowned.

"Yeah, I'm not going to be able to learn to drive it if it keeps getting destroyed every week…we'll set some up tomorrow, that ought to teach those ectoplasmic punks not to mess with JACK FENTON!" grinning, Jack turned and charged up the stairs, ready to grab some celebratory fudge, still carrying the newly dubbed 'Tamper-Detector'.

He had just opened the fridge and was about to reach behind the Emergency Ham, when a ringing noise interrupted him. Mystified, Jack turned to look around, and spotted the (heavily modified) Fenton Household Phone jerking violently on the receiver, electricity sparking.

Walking over, Jack grinned broadly at the glowing, green, ectoplasmically-enhanced phone before ripping it off the hook, and bringing it to his ear, (getting covered in 'anti-ghost goop' that shot out of the ear piece in the process).

"Hello, is this Fentonworks? This is Dr. West calling from Amity Park Hospital…"

Jack's grin grew even more, childish excitement filling him as he unconsciously puffed his chest out to look more intimidating, before replying.

"Yeah! This is JACK FENTON, the world's greatest ghost—!"

The solemn and sympathetic voice of Dr. West interrupted him, mid-rant.

"I'm sorry Mr. Fenton, but there was an accident…we're going to need you and Mrs Fenton to come down to the hospital immediately; it's an emergency."

Immediately a wave of coldness swept over Jack, as foreboding and terror replaced his earlier happiness. Quickly, he moved to the stairs and flicked the switch a couple of times in the way Maddie had made him memorize; Morse code for S.O.S. Immediately a clatter was heard downstairs as Maddie dropped what she was doing and quickly moved to the stairs.

Looking up, Maddie could see that Jack was on the phone, looking like he'd seen a…well, not a ghost, (otherwise he'd be blasting away with an ectoguns), but something equivalent to the popular expression. Something was very, very wrong. Concern washed through her, and she raced up the stairs, frantically watching Jack's eyes for some sign.

"What happened? What's wrong? Are the kids okay?" Jack questioned frantically, a desperate glint in his eyes as his brows dropped in fear and concern. In his hands, the phone wobbled unsteadily; they wouldn't stop shaking; Maddie felt terror race through her at his words and demeanor, and instantly reached out and ripped the phone from his grasp, bringing it to her ear in time to hear the other person's reply.

"I'm sorry Mr. Fenton, but that is why I am calling. Jasmine and Daniel Fenton were brought in just now; they were in an accident involving your RV and a truck, though we don't know the details yet; Jasmine was the lucky one; she's now in stable condition, though she's suffered a concussion, and we had to stitch up a gash on her arm, along with a blood transfusion…" The doctor trailed off into a very ominous silence.

Maddie wanted to deny it, it obviously wasn't true, Jazz was a very responsible driver; she would never be involved in an accident…but she knew that even the most experienced drivers could get into accidents.

Her heart froze as she reeled from the knowledge that her children had gotten seriously hurt—and that she wasn't there to protect them. It was her fault. A wave of dizziness almost overtook her as she realized that something was seriously wrong with her baby boy, her son, if Jazz, her little girl, was described as 'the lucky one'…

"Wh-what about Danny?" Maddie choked out in a broken whisper, trembling from shock and fear, frantic, half-formed thoughts ripping through her mind like damaging winds, tossing her usual rationale and logic into the air to be decimated and scattered throughout, while disbelief shuffled in, diligently planting the seeds of terror and guilt into the freshly hewn foundations of her psyche.
"He's in the ICU, and I'm afraid that his chances of survival at this point are slim…"

Those nine words are what finally broke her; something seemed to snap inside, and Maddie dropped the phone, which landed with a resounding clatter onto the floor, the noise seeming to resonate oddly in the kitchen as Maddie turned, feeling as if she could not move fast enough, and raced to the stairs in what felt like slow-motion, not even noticing that Jack had disappeared from the room—until she heard the roar of the Specter Speeder's engines from the basement.

They needed to get to the hospital now.

And after all, there was no time like the present to learn new things.

Leaping down the stairs, she vaulted across the basement, kicking the small rolling board clear across the room as she slammed her palm onto the button that would open the secret hatch in the backyard, and then leapt into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut. Jack didn't even wait for her to buckle herself in before his notorious lead foot slammed onto the gas pedal, and they were shooting forward; the still partially-damaged engines spewing smoke into the air as they rocketed through the sky, leaving a trail of darkness is their wake.