Danny's POV

The Gem and I tried not to stare at each other as we flew through the Ghost Zone, but since no one was attacking or even showing up, there wasn't much to do. Finally, I broke the silence as we floated past the fridge door I trapped what's-his-name in with Ember.

"So, do I call you 'The Gem' or Four Eyes or what?" I asked her as we floated by.

"For now, call me Raven," she said. "But once we reach the rest of me, call me Rage."

"Rage, huh?" I asked. "So you're angry all of the time?"

"I'm Raven's emotion of anger, so yes, I am," she said. "And what can I call you?"

"Danny," I replied. "Danny Phantom when I look like this, and Danny Fenton when I look like the other part of me."

"So you're a superhero," Rage said, sounding surprised, which is weird for pure rage.

"Kinda," I said, unsure of the classification. "The Justice League aren't exactly knocking at my door, but people could call me that. If they weren't so afraid of me, anyway," I added.

"Why are they afraid of you?" she asked. "You don't look that scary."

"I'm half ghost," I said. "Only most people don't know about my human half, so they just assume that I'm all ghost. And since 'ghost' is synonymous with 'evil' in my hometown, I'm hunted down by just about everybody: the government, my kind-of ex-girlfriend, and even my own parents want me dead."

"That's rough," Rage said. "But I'm better. You know that guy, Trigon? He's my dad. He killed my mom and my old home, then sent this really awful dude to track my down on my sixteenth birthday to tell me I was gonna bring him to Earth so he could end the world. I brought him back and was destroyed, but my friends kicked his butt and found me so I could send him back to whatever dimension he came from." She said it all in one breath.

"Okay, you have me beat," I conceded. "But that brings up a very important question: Who are your friends? If they could beat him before, maybe they can beat him now."

"You'll meet them soon, I'm sure. Trigon's heading there now, if what he said before he left was any indication."

"He'll teach his daughter a lesson," I remembered. "You?"

"All of me," she said. "We'll have to work together if we're gonna beat him. We did before."

"You're a little chatty for pure anger, you know," I said.

"I've been separated from the rest of me for too long," she said, and I looked at her. She was panting, and not looking too pleasant. "I'm becoming almost like a person of my own."

"Isn't that good for you?"

"For me, but not for anyone else," she replied. "And Raven's more selfless than greedy or angry, so I'm picking up on that too. We have a few hours, but not much more than that. Soon greed will take over, and I will be my own person, but ruled by rage. And with my power, who knows what that could mean."

"This is confusing," I said. "I'm not complaining, but this is just weird."

She laughed, and it sounded eerie in the silence. "You're telling me."

Raven's POV

This is not good. This is not good. This is not good. This is not good. This is not good.

She's not here.

The door's open.

The book's gone.

She is not here!

The door is open!

The book is gone!

"Time to tell the others," I muttered, fighting to push Panic back into her place. I stood and, after running my eyes over the chaos that was my room again, I went to gather the others the bad news.

Trigon is back.

And Rage is gone.

Danny's POV

It took about an hour to pass through all of the Ghost Zone I'd ever seen, and I told Rage so. She nodded in silence, and began to fly faster. I wished I had thought of the Specter Speeder, but I forgot about it as I saw a door way off in the distance, bigger and grander than anything I'd ever seen before.

"There it is," Rage said, her voice weak. "The Door of Doom. Those vulture guys brought me through it out into this place. The monks who raised us told us never to go through it, or it would spell death and destruction to everything."

"Well, I can see why. There are a lot of bad guys out there," I said. "We got lucky in not having to fight anybody yet."

"Lucky indeed!" a deep voice called out from behind us. I sighed and turned around.

"Spoke too soon," I said, shaking my head.

"I am the Boooooooox Ghoooooooost!" the stupid ghost called out. "Beware!"

"Can we deal with this later?" I asked. "The whole world is about to end, which means you're going to end too, you know."

"Nooo! I have in my collection this wonderful box that shall lead to your doom!" he insisted. I sighed again, and turned to Rage.

"This won't take five minutes, I promise. He's pathetic," I told her ("Hey! I'm still here!"), and she nodded, a small smile on her face.

Three minutes later, the Box Ghost was flying away, rubbing his bruises, and Rage was trying very hard not to laugh.

"He reminds me of Control Freak or Dr. Light," she said, looking over at me. "They both wanna be supervillains, but they're just super-lame."

"Tell me about it," I said, flying faster. If pure Rage was fighting back laughter, then we didn't have much time (I thought). "Let's get you through that door, okay? That way you can be yourself again."

She stopped mid-flight. "But - but -" she mumbled. "I don't...wanna..." I cursed in my head. We were so close! She couldn't be her own person yet! I needed to get her to embrace Rage and fight off the other emotions.

Maybe.

I wasn't entirely sure about that.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Rage," I mocked, speaking down at her. "What else you don't wanna do? Have a nap? Take a bath?" She growled and turned to me, her eyes glowing red. "Let me tell you, you probably should have a bath, or even two of them. You stink, little girl!"

"Don't you 'little girl' me!" she snarled, sounding very much like Trigon again.

"Or what?" I taunted. "You gonna cry at me?"

Rage lunged at me, very much in control again. And very much lusting for my head on a platter.

Maybe she could cut a deal with Skulker and give him my pelt.

Anyway, she lunged at me, and I raced to the door, thankfully for every last of those 120 miles per hour. She was right on my tail, but too enraged to do anything about it yet. I reached the door with inches to spare, yanked it open, and watched as Rage plowed through the open doorway.

Raven's POV

"Say what?"

"Dude!"

"Raven, are you sure?"

"Yes, friend, are you entirely certain? I do not wish to repeat our last encounter with the Trigon."

I sighed, looking around at the four of them, my closest, and only, friends. "Yes, I know what I saw, and I know what it means. Rage took my book from Azarath and used it to bring back my father. If I know him, and, unfortunately for me, I do, then he's coming here, for us. For me."

"Mostly correct," a voice behind me said, and I turned to see Rage in the form of Trigon standing next to a white-haired kid with his mouth wide open. "But I really had no choice in the matter."

"Hold the phone!" the white-haired kid said. "When you said you were Raven, you meant The Raven? The telepathic Teen Titan Raven?"

"Of course," Rage replied coolly. "Who did you think I was?"

"I have a more important question," I said, trying to control myself. "Actually, two of them. One, who is he, and two, why aren't you in my head?"

"I am not in your head because I was separated from you for too long," Rage told me calmly. "When I went back through the Door of Doom a few moments ago, we came out through the mirror, not the Door. Danny Phantom here has bought us some time by enraging me, but we haven't much. The rest of your questions will be answered when we become one again."

"Okay, fine, get over here then," I said. She floated to me, and we joined hands as we drifted into the lotus position. As one, we chanted our mantra.

"Azarath. . . Metrion . . . Zinthos!"

A/N: I know it's a little rushed at the end, but... no excuses. Kind of a boring chapter, but I promise you cereal-y goodness next time!