In Time
By Kkwy
Chapter 4
After a ghost attack, Samantha Mason and Maddie Fenton are dead. The Halfas make a wish…
I don't own Danny Phantom.
Frodo01228: Sorry you didn't like the twist in chapter 3. By the way, Tucker isn't gay, he's bisexual, and it was (mostly) a joke. In this story, at least, Tucker will not get a boyfriend. Nor will Danny.
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-Chapter 4-
A man in an expensive suit sat in a large arm chair. He stared across the dark room, his eyes landing on the cold stone wall. The man reached into his jacket and withdrew an old, folded photograph. He looked at it sadly for a moment, then replaced it in his pocket and strode out of the room.
"Never again."
-Scene change-
Danny Fenton lay on his back, trying to sleep despite the troubling fact that he and his family were on their way to meet a man who (For all Danny knew) wanted to kill his father and steal his family (read: Mother).
"Are we destined to never have a normal family outing?" Jazz asked, annoyed.
Danny winced. This may have been in remembrance of failed family bonding, ruined vacations, or perhaps the speed bump that the RV had just driven over too fast.
Danny sighed and sat up, all hope of sleep lost. As he righted himself, his elbow hit something, hard.
Why can't my ghost powers ever manifest at a convenient time?
As a jolt of pain shot through his arm, Danny searched for the offending object.
There, protruding from the wall was an elaborate green-and-chrome telephone. Danny rolled his eyes and asked rhetorically,
"What don't we have in the Fenton RV?"
He then picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number, the familiar task honed by repeated practice (If it isn't clear what I mean, I'm referring to the specific phone number as familiar).
"Hello?" A woman's voice answered with an air of arrogance.
Oh, god…
"Hi, Mrs. Mason. Is Sam there?" Danny asked, trying to be polite to the woman he referred to in his mind as "the old harpy".
The woman in question made a disapproving sound, then called to her daughter.
"Samantha, dear, the Fenton boy is on the phone!"
"I got it!" Sam yelled back.
"Hello?" she spoke into the receiver.
"Hey Sam."
"Danny? Where are you? Tucker's been trying to reach you!" The gothic girl informed her best friend. "I think he's trying to coerce you into joining his quest to stalk the Ghost Boy." Here she called Danny Phantom by his current alias, provided by the local newspaper.
"Stalk?" Danny exclaimed, alarmed.
This is sad.
"Yeah. He's been collecting every picture for him he can find. He wants so badly to think the ghost is good," Sam said.
"Y-yeah?" Danny stuttered, "And what do you think?"
This ought to be good.
"About what? The Ghost Boy?" Sam inquired, "I don't know. But then again, who really does?"
"Uhuh. Well, I'm in the Fenton Family Assault Vehicle."
"You're leaving for Thanksgiving? You never leave for Thanksgiving!" Sam exclaimed at the Halfa.
"My Dad's dragging us on a trip to see one of his collage friends."
Sam scoffed, "Oh fun. That almost sounds as fun as my Thanksgiving."
Danny smiled knowingly, "She's making you wear the pink dress again?"
Sam grinned as malevolently as any ghost as she said, "Oh, don't worry about that. I'm all over it this year." She held up a pink, fluffy dress that had once looked elegant, but now was ripped in many places and held together with conspicuous black thread and safety pins. "This is one holiday my mother won't soon forget!" The vegetarian vowed.
"Good luck with that," Danny said sincerely, "See you in a few days."
"Bye Danny," San said happily as she hung the phone up.
Upon the Fenton's arrival, the billionaire Vladimir masters met them at the door to his castle.
"Maddie!" the man exclaimed, "Welcome! And you must be Jazzmine and Daniel."
Danny bit back a snide remark.
Remember, he doesn't know you're a Halfa.
"Hi Mr. Masters." Danny said politely, in just the same tone he used in speaking to Mrs. Mason.
Vlad frowned for a moment, then ushered them inside happily, "Come in, come in!"
Jack opened the door from where it had slammed, inches from his face.
"So, V-Man, have you forgiven me for that accident in collage?" he asked with a grin.
"You mean that accident that ruined my life!" Vlad hissed.
"Yeah, that one."
"I suppose I've realized that it wasn't intentional, but I must impress upon you the gravity of the issue. When working with such a dangerous substance as ectoplasm, one must be careful not to become contaminated," he explained, glancing at Danny only once.
What? What's going on? How- how much did Desiree change?
A/N: Don't worry, Vlad hasn't completely forgiven Jack, but he no longer wants to kill his and marry his wife either.