DISCLAIMER: Hehehe… I was gunna leave you all hanging for at least 24 hours, but I couldn't wait… I sooo wanted to post this!

To my reviewers dPhantoMfreak, Wingg-ed Wolf, purrbaby101, silvermoonphantom, Ghostboy814, Pterodactyl, and The Person Who Rights, Diamond Unicorn, iamratgirl, Esme Kali Phantom, Jenna Dax, blackkaosrose, killerdoodlebug, Sasia, Ohka Breynekai, and X-Roosterrelli-X. I love you all! Your reviews really mean a lot to me. So many in just a day! And you actually like Eclipse! Yay! (Showers reviewers with cookies)

And Esme, this story might not be that insane, but I co-wrote another story on a shared account and those are insane. For more on them check my profile. I actually try to keep that thing current.

This chapter was fun to write! I'm sorry if it's short, but the cliffy was the best place! If you don't like cliffies your gunna spaz here.

…I would at least.

Oh, and Chris will be explained later, so will Eclipse's motive. Incognito Bob won't let me reveal them yet. (Pouts)

Now what you've been waiting for…. (While I go try and find a way to nuke-dry my sopping wet bed. On the up side…. The fire's out!)

Enjoy!

Chapter 7

When he landed, Lancer realized it wasn't a black void like he had thought; he had just unconsciously shut his eyes during his fall.

…Anyone would, right?

Though there were no lights, the man could nonetheless see he was enclosed in some misty, swirling gray dome.

He also saw Eclipse suspended as though she were seated on the floor, legs in some kneeling-like position Lancer could never have believed would make someone as comfortable as she seemed. Her scythe was rested across her lap, one hand on top of the weapon, the other behind her as if she were leaning on it.

"Where are we?" Danny demanded from beside Mr. Lancer.

"Well…" She looked somewhat thoughtful as she unfurled her legs, gripped her scythe in both hands, and floated down to stand on the blackness that passed for the ground. "I guess you could call it a sorta limbo, but not. I won't bother trying to explain it to you two, you wouldn't understand," she answered, flapping a dismissive hand in their direction.

"But, how did we get here?" Lancer asked. His student looked at him surprised. The teacher guessed that Danny hadn't been expecting him to begin interrogating a ghost.

Well, that made two of them.

Eclipse tossed her weapon from one hand to the other a couple times.

"Just one of this baby's little abilities." She twirled the thing around in her left hand a bit before resting the butt of the handle on the ground.

Lancer eyed the blade suspiciously. He had already been taken by surprise by that thing and he definitely didn't want that to happen again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his student's fingers twitch.

"Don't bother," the girl said, switching the scythe to her right hand, "I got this and I'm not giving it up to anyone."

"So you stole it," the boy replied coolly, balling his hands into fists. The teacher marveled at his student's boldness and quick deduction. He noticed Danny's blue eyes scowled at the ghost with a confidence that he was seriously lacking in school.

"Sorta," she said, an amused grin on her face, "but it's mine now."

"How can you 'sorta' steel something?" Lancer asked. Danny gave him another amazed look. Well the boy wasn't the only one who could stand up to a ghost and demand answers.

"Irrelevant," she said and spun her scythe behind her back to her other hand. "Though I'm surprised you have the guts to ask old man."

"Old man!" Lancer bristled, suppressing the urge to hiss at the girl like an angry cat and pounce upon his prey.

Eclipse seemed to know she struck a nerve and gave a scoffing laugh.

"Well hey, at least you're not a childish whelp," she said, looking directly at Danny. The teacher saw the boy's eyes narrow, momentarily flashing green, and gave an involuntary shudder. For that moment, Danny seemed overwhelmingly dangerous.

The rubies on the ghost's scythe began glowing and she looked at them mildly.

"Well, I've got business to attend to. See you boys later!" She laughed, twirled the weapon in a circle, and disappeared with a small 'pop.'

Danny swore and dashed forward in anger, grasping at the air.

Lancer instead went to the dome and put a hand on it. The thing was cool to the touch and felt as solid as concrete. There was no way out he could see but for the singular device that disappeared with Eclipse. Maybe, if someone could hear him…

He began to bang on the wall.

"No one's around to hear that," his student said, walking over. "She said this was a limbo." He paused. "Maybe we should go under it!"

"Did you just…make a joke?" Lancer asked, amazed. How Danny could be joking around at a time like this he would never understand.

"Sorry, too easy," the boy replied, giving an apologetic grin and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, there has to be some weak point in this blasted wall," the man said, feeling along the swirling structure. Danny went to do the same. But, as the boy placed his hand on the wall, it turned red and, in a flash of ruby light, he was thrown back, landing hard on the ground.

"An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge! What happened?" Lancer exclaimed, hurrying to his student. "Are you alright?" the man asked as he reached out a hand to help the boy up.

Danny took the hand with a sheepish grimace and stood, wobbling a bit. Mr. Lancer went to brace him but the boy shook the help off with a slightly peeved "I'm ok" and glared at the top of the dome.

"Well that's a nice little feature." He looked back at Mr. Lancer. "Remind me not to do that again."

"What happened?" the man asked, baffled beyond all reason, "It didn't do that to me."

Danny gazed at the dome intently. A look of realization flickered across his face so fast Lancer could have imagined it. Then it was gone.

"I'm not completely sure," the boy said slowly, not taking his eyes off the wall.

The teacher sensed that wasn't technically a lie, but wasn't happy about being left in the dark.

There were a few moments of silence before Lancer decided to try and get some questions answered. Danny's voice, however, stopped his words in his throat.

"Do you see my backpack anywhere?"

If he were an anime, Mr. Lancer would have face-vaulted. His backpack? The boy was wondering about his backpack!

"She must have taken it," Danny mumbled, still looking around. The teacher didn't know whether to laugh or throw his hands up in frustration.

His student turned back around and his face fell.

"Behind you!"

"Wah-"

Suddenly, the teacher was seized by the forearms and raised off the ground by two glowing ropes of red ectoplasm that seemed to grow from the dome.

"Mr. Lancer!" Danny shouted, running forward to help but another snaking rope tripped him. The boy curled himself into a ball, rolling harmlessly, and stood, dropping into what Lancer identified as a fighting stance.

Again the teacher wondered where and how he learned those reflexes.

The rope reared itself up like a snake, ready to strike, and lunged at Danny, who grabbed the thing as it came close and pulled, causing the rope to detach from the dome. The young Fenton cracked it on the ground like a whip and it disappeared. He had a smirk of satisfaction on his face and looked as though he went through times like this before.

Where would he though?

All of a sudden, another rope appeared out of the top of the dome, its end sparking red energy menacingly. Danny looked up at his teacher as the man wriggled in the ropes' hold over eight feet off the ground, the third one advancing.

Then, it made contact. Pain shot through Mr. Lancer's body for what seemed like forever. The man cried out, writhing in agony, as his student looked on helplessly.

Then, it stopped, and the teacher slumped against his bonds, exhausted and tremendously sore, but still, amazingly, conscious. He looked at his student. He could see the child was frightened for his teacher, the boy's expression of shock mixing with one of anger as the rope advanced a second time.

Lancer tried to struggle, but he was too worn out. The rope closed in. The teacher took a last look at his student.

The expression on the boy's face was one of absolute fury. His eyes were an intense, luminescent green and his hands were fists that had the smallest echo of a green glow.

"NO!" the boy screamed as the rope lunged.

Lancer would have shut his eyes, but what he saw made him freeze in shock and time seemed to slow down.

A ring of brilliant blue light appeared around his student's waist. It separated into two, one going up, one down. His dirt-encrusted t-shirt and torn blue-jeans were replaced with a black and white jumpsuit with an all-too-familiar emblem on the front. Jet-black hair became snowy white. His eyes blazed an even brighter green.

The teacher was looking into the face of the legendary Danny Phantom.

(Squeals) Ok, I had to do it. It was the best cliffy I've ever written…I think.

It made me squeal and I'm the writer. I can't imagine how you feel…no, wait, (Remembers all the cliffies)… Yes I can… But I don't care! They're fun to write. Mwahahahahahaha!

BTW: If any of you have warnings about OCs please give them. I don't want a Mary Sue.

Yea, if your wondering how they can see, the dome gives off enough of a glow,

And if you were wondering how Eclipse was sitting when they were in the dome, take a kneeling position and instead of sitting on her legs she was sitting between them, feet out to either side. I sit like that sometimes and people tell me it looks like the most uncomfortable position but it's really not for me.

…Now a split, that's uncomfortable. How do people do that?

Anyway, any other questions, ask, and I'll try to answer them.

Again, sorry for the shortness of the last two chapters. I'll try and make the next one longer.

Oh! If you were wondering, I fixed my flaming boomerang of death! It will be use to kill any Mary Sue I come across. That should be fun! (Grins evilly)

NEW EPPISODE TOMMOROW! (Does a happy dance)

…and scene