"Everyone!" Maddie Fenton called from the kitchen as she set a plate of warm pancakes on the table next to her eldest child. "It's time for breakfast!"

"Breakfast?" rang an excited man's voice from the basement. Jack Fenton's head popped up from the top stair beaming at his wife. "Chocolate chip pancakes?"

"Chocolate chip pancakes," Maddie repeated with a smile of her own. "With scrambled eggs and orange juice." If possible, Jack's smile grew broader as he hurried over to his seat. Maddie turned to the other three seats, Jazz's being occupied along with a book about psychology. The woman shook her head at her daughter's antics in bemusement.

"Jazz, what did we say about reading at the table?" Maddie asked her only daughter. Jazz's turquoise eyes peered over her book before it fell flat on the table top.

"But Mom! I'm worried about Danny," she whined. "Who knows what kind of psychological damage has imposed on him. He already has a minor Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder! And maybe he'll develop other disorders too. Maybe multiple personality disorder, or OCCD, or-"

"Jasmine," Maddie cut in, silencing her daughter. "Danny will be fine."

"Yeah, he's a Fenton!" Jack boasted proudly as he loaded up his plate with pancakes. "He'll get through it in a jiffy. His body will naturally flush out the ectoplasm out of his system."

"Then why would you guys need to be wearing Hazmat jumpsuits if the ectoplasm flushes out naturally?" Jazz pointed out sourly. "You make it seem like Danny is just ill or has a disease. I don't think you guys are taking this seriously enough. He might be dy-"

"Okay, okay," Maddie interrupted. "Jazz. We're the paranormal experts here. The reason why we wear Hazmat suits is because we don't only work with ectoplasm, but also electricity, heat and the extreme cold when doing our experiments." She gave her daughter a pointed look. "Besides, your father is right. This is only temporary. The portal just…coated him with super-charged ectoplasm. It will naturally deterorate within the next couple of days. Now, get some food on your plate. I'll go get Danny."

"Good luck," Jazz called as she took a pancake. "When I walked by his room earlier it felt colder than usual."

"The atmosphere surrounding a ghost naturally cools, Jazzy-pants," Jack reasoned as he shoved a pile of pancakes into his enormous mouth.

"So you're saying that he's becoming even more ghostly?"

Maddie tuned out after her daughter's comment. She felt shaken at the thought that her baby boy could become a ghost. Admittedly, Maddie has been trying to appear calm and confident in front of the children so that they won't worry, but she herself is scared out of her wits.

It's only been a little over a day since Danny's Accident, but already there were symptoms that worried both of the ghost experts. The fact that Danny had stumbled out of the portal with a ghostly form is definitely frightening. It reminds them too much how Vlad's own accident, albeit he was just blasted in the face meanwhile Danny's entire body was blasted with the deadly combination of ectoplasm and electricity. And every ghost hunter knows that ectoplasm responds to electricity: reaction, frequencies, and molecules bonding… It is possible that the ectoplasm won't leave Danny; and it's possible that if it does, Danny may not be live to see it.

Her musing was interrupted by cold air biting at her face. Startled at the sudden environment change, Maddie realized that she was now outside of Danny's bedroom door. Jazz was right, Maddie realized. The area near his room is cooler than usual.

Her heart beating faster than usual, Maddie took a deep breath before reaching out to his doorknob. She felt her heart flutter when the piece of metal hummed under her grasp, as if a low current of electricity flowed through it. Steeling herself, Maddie opened the door.

Utter silence met Maddie at first. The room felt unnaturally still. The sunlight flowing through her son's windows appeared faded. Everything in the room had a presence like it had stood there for a thousand years without any interaction what-so-ever. Almost like a picture to another time. A haunting feeling crawled up Maddie's spine at the otherworldly wrongness of the room.

A whimper caught her attention. Maddie stared at the bed, seeing a bunch of blankets and bedding forming a cocoon around her son.

"Danny?" Maddie called out quietly. It felt like her words fell right after leaving her mouth. Licking her lips, she tried again. "Danny. Sweetie? Are you doing okay?"

"Imo…"

Maddie let out a gasp, her heart constricting itself. She couldn't exactly understand what he was saying due to his mouth being covered by the blanket; but his voice. Her baby boy's voice echoed. And it sounded like he was in pain.

"Danny!" she cried out as she rushed over to his bed. She quickly pulled back the blankets to see her son's pale face. However, it was brief. He quickly ducked his head back inside, groaning. Only his sweaty mop of raven hair could be seen. "Danny. Please answer me! Are you alright?"

"Mater," Danny whimpered. His head moved upward a bit so that his mouth was less covered, but his voice was still muffled. "Me dolet…"

"What sweetie? You need to speak up." She watched as he shook his head in the blanket before his sleek pale face appeared. Danny didn't open his eyes as he spoke.

"Me dolet Mater…Omnia dolet…"

Maddie lost her voice. She couldn't speak as she stared at her son. His voice echoed in both her mind and in reality. She can only guess that he's speaking in Latin; the language of the dead.

But he only knew English.

Maddie watched as he blinked his eyes opened before fluttering them shut. He grumbled under his breath as he beadily opened his eyes once more.

There were pulsing toxic green in those iris instead of bright sky blue ones. Even with the otherworldly glow and color, they seemed to be clouded in pain.

"Mater…sunt vobis?" Danny asked in worry.

"Honey," Maddie began as one of her hands touched her son's cheek. "I don't understand you…"

"Quid est…veni iterum?"

"You're…you're talking in Latin."

Danny seemed to pause confusedly at his mother. Then, he chuckled lightly, saying, "satis ridiculam Mater."

Instantly, he froze. His face morphed into absolute horror.

"Quod…est?" he asked, looking paler and more frantic.

"Danny, it's fine," Maddie tried to tell him, but he wasn't listening to her, murmuring under his breath. "Danny! Sweet heart!" she cupped both of his cheeks with her hands. The sudden touch caused static discharge, making Maddie's arms jerk slightly in response. Danny's unnatural eyes immediately settled onto his mother's face.

"Mater…" Danny began, this time with tears brimming in his eyes. "Timeo. Et vix."

"Shhhh, it's fine, you're fine Danny. You'll see. This is…just temporary," she told both him and herself. He felt her heart drop at the beginning of the lie. She still wants to believe that all of this will be temporary, but it's getting harder to keep that belief.

Normally, the body would filter out the ectoplasm – thus why it was fairly safe to work with the substance at home. The Fenton family – and Tucker – have built up a tolerance against it. But, because of the high voltage of electricity in the Accident, perhaps the ectoplasm has been bonded to his molecules. She and Jack will check on that as soon as Danny felt a little bit better. "We'll fix this," she promised quietly. "It's only temporary…just temporary."

His frantic cries softened as he cuddled his head into her shoulder. Maddie only held onto her son, slowly rocking them both back and forth on the bed, humming a nameless tune. It felt like hours in that stilled room for Maddie, but it was only in a matter of minutes when Danny spoke up in that otherworldly voice.

"…Erras. Non potest ea sentire. Mutata…et ego timeo. Timeo quid de nobis futurum sit…mihi tribuere." He suddenly shuddered in his mother's grasp. His eyes pulse a deeper green, swirling and chasing around in his irises. When Danny spoke again, Maddie swore that there were other voices underneath Danny's words.

"Et aperta est porta. Et veniunt. Novam aetatem incipit."


Yeah, so this one-shot happened randomly when I was doing NaNoWriMo in July 2016. Just a mixture of stuff that I wanted to do but I know I don't have the time or energy to write an entire redone series of DP on this. Also sorry if I butchered Latin. I used Google Translate for that part.