(A/N: So sorry, guys, but it's been Senior Finals time and I've been too tired to write. I'm back though. Also had a case of writer's block but watching a few 2 DP episodes helped out.)

Day 1: Blanks

"How many time do I have to tell you guys?! I don't know what happened!"

It was one of the most frustrating spans of time Danny had ever experienced. And he had once had to deal with the musings of Ghost Writer.

He thought they would get the hint when he told them the first 37 times that no, he didn't remember a single thing. No he didn't know why his ice core was so warm or that everytime he tried using his ghost powers in human form or turn into Danny Phantom, he was met with a splitting headache. And he was as shocked as them when they told him that something weird and purple was in his blood on top of all of this. The only bright side of the whole half hour discussion was that he could finally think straight for a change. Well, almost. The haze was still there and it was making him angry. Really angry.

And so to try and calm himself down, he dug into the soup that was made for him. It was cold and the microwave obviously left its 'special touch', but at least it was something else to focus on.

"Maybe we could find something to jog his memory. If the ghost did something, then if we block whatever it is, even for a few minutes, it would help." Tucker pondered.

As they all considered an idea, Jack and Maddie burst through the front door.

"Kids, we're home!" Maddie called from downstairs, Sam and Tucker's faces paled with horror.

"We're supposed to be in school by now…!" Sam barely choked out to avoid alerting the two parents downstairs.

"I'll go distract them while you guys hide." Danny tried getting up, but was gently pushed back onto the bed before sighing to himself. There was no way he was getting out of bed on Jazz's watch.

"I'LL distract them. YOU stay right here," Jazz said, having Sam and Tucker sneak away inconspicuously while she distracted Jack and Maddie with telling them Danny was awake. They dashed up the stairs in a huff, ignoring the loud shuffling Tucker was making trying to fit with Sam in Jazz's closet next door.

"Hey..." Danny said tiredly upon their arrival. He curled under his covers when sitting up became too much and the room began to spin again.

"We were so worried about you, sweetie…" Maddie stroked his hair softly in an attempt to comfort her son. "Are you still dizzy? Do you need us to get you some medicine?" He immediately shook his head no. He hated taking medicine and he didn't want some right now, especially since he didn't know what was going on with his body and medicine could make it worse.

"That's okay, Mom. I think I just need to rest for awhile, and I'll be fine." Danny tried being as assuring as he could, if only to get his mom and dad to give him a little breathing room. He'd rather spend his time figuring out how to fix this than getting coddled. He was pretty sure his dad was convinced that this had something to do with ghosts, which it did but Jack didn't need to know that.

"Well… alright." Maddie said, defeat clear in her tone. She wanted to do everything in her power to make her boy feel better, completely forgetting him sneaking out was the reason he was like this at the time being. The two parents shared a look before leaving the house again to take care of outside business, leaving Jazz in charge.

The moment the front door clicked closed, Tucker was immediately thrusted from the closet with a swift kick by Sam. "The next time you put your feet on me THAT hard, I'll do more than leave a few kick bruises…" Sam said, clothes wrinkled and hair a mess. Apparently, the closet space was a little too tight for her liking.

"If I didn't, I would have popped out and we'd have gotten caught!" Tucker put a hand up in defense upon tumbling to his feet. Without further protest, the two of them put their attention back onto Danny, who at this point was trying to get out of bed to get his now empty bowl into the sink. 'Try' being a key word. His every step felt like his feet had become bricks and he swayed unsteadily in between each.

"Whoa there, Danny, I got it," Tucker attempted to take the bowl from his friend, but insisted on getting to the kitchen himself.

"Tuck, I can at least take a bowl down to the sink. I don't think I'm THAT sick."

"You ARE that sick if you're warm enough for you to faint and have dysfunctioning ghost powers." The trio turned their attention to Jazz, holding a Specter Deflector in one hand and a journal in the other.

"What's the Specter Deflector for?" Danny asked, breaking the silence. "That thing hurts me like heck and I don't really wanna be weaker than I already am."

"It's something I thought we'd try. It shuts off ghost powers and negates ghostly influences, right?" Jazz waited for a nod from them all before continuing. "Well, maybe, if we put this on Danny, whatever the ghost left in him will stop affecting him, at least for a little while until we take it off. Then maybe he can remember what happened and we can get some more insight on the ghost."

It took a little bit to fully grasp, but soon they all agreed it was a better idea than nothing and soon the SD was put around Danny's waist. It stung him a little at first until he was used to it, but the tiny amount of pain was nothing compared to the healthy feeling that swept through him. The haze quickly vanished, as well as the dizziness and fever, and the general crappiness he felt diminished considerably. Danny audibly sighed in relief, something you don't usually get when a halfa gets one of those power draining monstrosities on their person. "I feel better already…" He mused.

"Don't get used to it. We still have to take it off before Mom and Dad see you with it and get suspicious." Danny grumbled in frustration. Jazz can't just let him have a moment of relief without mucking it up with sense can she?

"You remember anything yet?" Tucker asked, and soon, Danny was spinning them a damn near perfect description of the culprit.

"It looked just like any kind of normal ghost. Looked like it raided Vlad's closet for a cape and let its claws grow out a little bit too much to be healthy, but other than that nothing out of the ordinary… oh and it looked like it tried to see if my haircut would work out for it, cause that's exactly the kind of style it had." Tucker muttered something about how 'Regular ghosts have hair?' before Sam slugged him in the shoulder for interrupting. Danny didn't seem to notice as he continued without missing a step.

"I got a bit of a glimpse of its face too. It had a really stupid and nasty grin on it, and a few times it stuck its tongue out at me while I was trying to save Mom and Dad."

"It was trying to take Mom and Dad away?!" Jazz cried in shock. Danny groaned silently and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah… forgot to mention that part."

With a new resolve, Jazz sat down at Danny's computer as the other three crowded around her. She immediately went into the Ghost Database to see if she could pin down who the culprit was and if it was anyone they knew. It wasn't placed into the database, and therefore, no one had any idea what this thing's deal was.

"I guess we've got a new punk to look out for…" Sam said with a frustrated sigh. As if the ghosts they ALREADY had to deal with wasn't enough already.

"Maybe we'll get lucky and it really is just somebody working for Vlad?" Danny tried to have a positive outlook for it, trying to be in as much of a good mood as he could before he had to go back under the fog for his secret's sake. Even he had a difficult time believing that. Vlad wanted Danny almost as much as Maddie, and he didn't really think he would go as far as having this thing likely poison him.

Yes, poison was the first thing on everyone's minds to the issue. Some kind of venom coming from the claws. They were about to run tests to see for sure, but looking through the database took a few hours to get through thoroughly. The clock struck 4 in the afternoon the next time they checked, and the jiggle of the front door alerted them to Jack and Maddie's return.

"Get back in the closet, you two!" Jazz said, practically shoving Danny's friends into her room to hide. It wouldn't have made a difference. School was over by the time they came home. But Jazz was in such a hurry, it didn't really click. She also quickly got the Specter Deflector off of her brother, returning him to his groggy, semi-conscious state.

"Danny, Jazz, we're home!" Their mother called from downstairs, placing bags of groceries on the kitchen table.

"AND WE BOUGHT FUDGE!" Jack added, perceived by him to be a bonus. Danny moaned at all of the yelling, placing a pillow over his head.

Until they all figured out who that ghost was and made it give them a cure for Danny's condition, a splitting headache would be the LEAST of his problems. And somehow, he knew it.

(A/N: And thus, we come to an end of the events of the first day. Already, it's been pretty intense, what with the hallucinations and fainting spells, but hey, at least there's the Specter Deflector for relief.)