A/N: Here's another chapter! Man, I am just pumping these out! I'm on a roll!

You're welcome!

Well, enjoy!

Turnabout to Revenge

Chapter 5 – Danny Fenton

February 5th, 11:05 PM

I always enjoyed flying through Amity Park at night, even when it was cold. It allowed me to relax after a busy day of school, ghost hunting, dealing with being a celebrity still going to high school, and the chaos of having parents who were a little… too enthusiastic about me 'extracurricular' activities.

"See anything?" Sam asked through the Fenton Phones. I smiled warmly at her voice. Even after so long of dating her and even longer of knowing her, her voice always made me feel warm.

"No," I replied, only for my breath to look more solid. I sighed softly. "But apparently I sense something," I grumbled. I heard Sam laugh at my grief.

"Well, where are you?" she asked. I looked down.

"Near the Nasty Burger. I'll meet you there," I said, diving down and perching on top of the fifties style sign, staying invisible. In an attempt to compete with the McDonalds that opened on the other side of town, the Nasty Burger decided it would now stay open 24 hours. Nice when I was on a patrol and hungry at one in the morning, but sucked when I wanted privacy.

I didn't have to wait long before Sam rode up on her bike. Long gone were the days of mopeds. Sam now rode a sleek, black Yamaha motorcycle that my mom customized to help with ghost hunting, much to her own parents' distraught.

I floated down with a smirk, landing invisibly behind her on the bike and wrapping my arms around her. She jumped, flipping the visor up on her helmet and looking back at me as I turned visible.

"I hate when you do that," she said, not sounding angry at all. I grinned wider.

"I love you too," I replied, kissing her cheek before floating off of the bike and becoming serious. "Come on, I still sense the ghost. It's close by," I said. She nodded, putting the visor down and punching the gas on her bike. I flew alongside her, keeping my speed in check so she could keep up with me without breaking any motor laws.

It didn't take long to find the ghost. She was floating above a broken down Greyhound bus, a wind I didn't feel whipping her red hair and dress and scarf around. Swirling around her were butterflies that were on fire.

It was Melissa Foster, the ghost from lunch earlier. I angled my flight so that I was flying upwards, my hand closing around the Fenton Thermos hooked onto my belt.

Unfortunately, she turned and saw me coming. With a flick of her hand, she sent the butterflies streaking towards me, etching out a fiery trail in the night sky. I rolled to the side in the air, dodging the butterflies. She frowned at me, her eyes glowing with that dangerous red light, and turned, flying hard and fast away.

"Damn!" I growled, streaking after her.

"Be careful, Danny!" Sam said over the Fenton Phones.

"I will, promise!" I replied, knowing that she was going to follow us at her own pace. As we flew, Melissa's butterflies rejoined her, still on fire. Every now and again, she would send one of those butterflies back at me, and I would dodge. Only one managed to hit me, setting the suit covering my left bicep on fire. I quickly used my Cryogenic abilities to put the fire out, not missing a beat.

The ice did give me an idea though. I began to shoot blasts of ice at her. Unfortunately, she was just as good as I was at dodging attacks.

Finally though, she stopped and turned to look at me, a sweet smile on her bought me up short.

"They won't be leaving any time soon," she said in a voice that matched her smile. I noticed, however, that her eyes still glowed red and the butterflies around her were still on fire.

"Who won't?" I asked, hoping I could talk her out of whatever craziness she was in. She didn't seem like a bad person really. She just had anger issues.

Right?

A pout formed on her lips as she looked down.

"The ones responsible for my death," she said softly. "They were on that broken down bus. It must be fate. I finally find my way out of that scary place to here, at the same time that they arrive in town." She looked up at me. "Will you help me?" she asked, tipping her head to the side. I stared at her, trying to interpret what she meant.

"You were… killed?" I asked. (It's no wonder she has issues.) Melissa hesitated.

"Basically. They framed me and threw me in jail with the death sentence. It was their fault." She said.

"Who?" I asked.

"Danny, what are you doing?" Sam demanded.

"I don't think she's evil, Sam," I replied before looking at Melissa, waiting.

"My ex-boyfriend and his friend… Phoenix Wright and Mia Fey," she snarled. I froze at the names, both shocked and surprised.

(No… that can't be right… Mr. Wright and Maya are GOOD people! They helped me! They proved my innocence and found the REAL killer!)

That's when I remembered a conversation I had with Mr. Wright not too long after I was proven innocent.

He told me about a girl he had dated. She had betrayed him, even tried to kill him, using poison.

She was a Fey, though she didn't know it at first.

"Your name isn't Melissa Foster," I gasped. "You're Dahlia Hawthorne!"

She looked at me sharply, her eyes glowing brighter.

"It looks like I'll have to get rid of you too," she snarled, diving at me, her parasol fluttering to the ground. She grabbed the un-armored part of my arms, my biceps, and drove me to the ground, slamming me into the cement. That didn't hurt as bad as the fiery feeling that flooded my system when her nails bit into my skin.

Belatedly, I remembered the sickly green color of her nails.

I cried out in pain, but forced my foot into her stomach and pushed as hard as I could, throwing her off of me. She frowned at me as I stood.

"Danny!?" Sam called.

"I'm o…" I trailed off, looking at the gas pumps. Suddenly, I knew what Dahlia wanted. "Sam! Evacuate the bus port and surrounding area!" I yelled.

"What!?" she gasped.

"She's going to blow up the port!" I told her, diving forward. Already, I could see one of those butterflies flying towards the gas pumps, glowing bright with fire. I adjusted my course, flying at top speed, about 300 MPH, and put myself between the butterflies and the pumps. The butterfly hit me in the chest, turning into ash against the chest plate Mom insisted I wore.

(I really have to remember to thank Mom and Dad for these) I thought to myself.

I split myself into two, having finally mastered that ability, and made my clone fight Dahlia, trying to keep her busy, while I kept the fire butterflies away from the pumps. I could feel myself weakening though, thanks to whatever was on her nails and now in my blood stream.

"Danny, it's all clear!" Sam called.

"Good. Are you—NO!" While I was distracted, one of the butterflies got past me and went intangible into the pump. I rocketed away from the pump, pulling my clone back in. Unfortunately, thanks to whatever was in my blood stream, I couldn't get faster than 150 MPH.

"SAM! GET CLEAR!" I yelled.

"I already—"

BOOM!

Date: ? Time: ?

I lifted my head, every inch of my body hurting. I couldn't focus on anything. There was an orange glow all around me.

"Danny!"

Who was that? She sounded like she was underwater. Was I under water? Where was I? What happened?

I noticed a figure moving towards me through the orange glow, and suddenly, I recognized her.

"Sam," I gasped before slipping back into the welcoming arms of nothingness.

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A/N: And another chapter down! Halfway through this chapter, I remembered that I had Phoenix tell Danny off screen about Dahlia.

Poor Danny. First he nearly falls for Dahlia's manipulative ways (he would have had he not known Phoenix personally), then he gets caught in that explosion!

Don't worry though, he heals fast!