A/N: This is a really odd one, but I think it speaks volumes. I should also warn you that this fic is the product of my desire to procrastinate. I really don't wanna do my homework. Thus, I wrote this. So here it is! Another kill-Danny fic! My millionth! So please read and review! Oh, and I apologize if I gross you out. That was not my intention.

Necropsy

Have you ever heard those stories where a person, while having an operation or something, gets to hover over their body while it's being taken apart? While it's being cut up? Sliced up? Pulled apart piece by disgusting piece?

Well it's happening to me except that I'm dead. I'm hovering over my dead body while my parents cut me open. I'm getting the pleasure (note the sarcasm) of watching my mother taking a scalpel and running through my skin, slicing me open like a science experiment, which as far as she is concerned, I am. My body never changed back even after I took my last breath. It still held onto my ghost form the same way some animals will hold onto objects they are being killed over. It held onto my secret with a death grip.

Now my mother is examining my remains, pulling back flesh to look inside and see what it is that she killed. She's finding out that I did indeed have a stomach and… wow! a full digestive tract. She's looking deeper and learning that my bones rather excellently mimicked a human's. My infrastructure was indeed sturdy and could withstand more than fifty times my own weight being pressed down on me. She's taking samples of my ectoplasm to examine later. She's cutting my heart loose from the rest of my body.

But she still hasn't gotten to the core of the issue.

I was sitting under a tree when it happened, when my parents attacked. I was in ghost form. I'd just finished some "independent practicing". In other words, Sam and Tucker weren't there. I was just lying around, enjoying the breeze when BANG! I jumped up and looked around. I couldn't see anything. Where had that blast come from? Then a second shot was fired. It hit me in the back and sent my flying into a tree a few feet away. My head was spinning. I couldn't see. Then I felt something sharp poke my neck. The next thing I knew I was staring at myself. Now I'm here.

And I'm really hating this out-of-body experience. I mean, what am I now? Am I a ghost? Am I a spirit? What am I?! I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to watch my mother take my body apart anymore! I don't like this! I don't like the fact that I can't stop it. I don't like the fact that she doesn't know and I can't tell her. I don't like watching myself be mutilated. It's gross!

I don't know how much longer I can take this. She's beginning to run tests to see how much residual energy is left in me. She's injecting some sort of reddish colored liquid into my body. Little sparks of power are running up and down me like I'm a malfunctioning power line. It's kind of weird to watch and yet… I'm getting a bad feeling from this. Something's going to happen.

Someone's coming downstairs. Mom's turning around and… it's Jazz! She's yelling at mom, telling her to stop dissecting me, that it's wrong. Mom's shaking her head. She doesn't understand. How can she? I'm just a ghost. I don't matter. Jazz is crying and screaming. She's throwing her arms up in the air and shrieking. Mom's freaked out. Why is her daughter getting so upset over a ghost?

The sparks are getting bigger now and gathering at my waist.

Mom's trying to calm Jazz down. She's got a box of tissues, but Jazz won't take them. Jazz is asking mom why she hates me so much. Mom says it's because I'm a menace. I cause trouble, or rather, I caused trouble. I certainly don't anymore!

The sparks have formed two rings. They're drifting apart.

Mom's asking Jazz why she cares so much for me. Jazz says it's because I'm special to her. She says that I do matter. I'm not just a ghost and I should be treated with more respect. I'm also not a trouble maker. I try to save people. I'm a hero.

The rings grow brighter as they reveal more of my human side. Eventually the lights attract the attention of my mother and Jazz. They look up and gasp. A human corpse has replaced the body of a ghost. Danny Fenton has replaced Danny Phantom. Red blood is pouring off the dissection table. It drips onto the floor the same way Jazz's tears did. Mom screams and covers her mouth. She can't believe what she's seeing. Jazz breaks down into tears again. She looks like she's about to be sick. She looks over at mom again. She tells her the full truth. Danny Phantom was her brother.

Mom goes back upstairs. The dissection is complete. She's done. She's learned all she can learn from me.

And I think I've seen enough.

A/N: It wasn't too bad was it? I'm really sorry if I disturbed you. So, please review and tell me how I did. I really want to know your thoughts on this one. Thanks!