Hey! And here is the next one-shot, with the pairing being DannyXEmber, and the song is If Only! I hope you enjoy it, and please read and review!

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If Only

In the park, Danny and Sam were having a picnic date, laughing and flirting with each other, unaware that something-or rather, someone-was watching them.

Behind a tree, far away enough that Danny's ghost sense wouldn't go off, Ember McLain watched the couple. She didn't know why she was doing it; she HATED Phantom. But, she always had a sort-of fascination with him; something about his heroics or something else kept fascinating Ember. So, despite their numerous battles, Ember would come back to the human world to try to take over it with music, but before she did, she would always go and "visit" the dipstick before she did.

Ember always told herself it was to make sure that her enemy didn't surprise her, that she would be prepared if he attacked. But, what if it was something more? What if...

No. It can't be that. I don't love him. Never have, never will.

But still... what was it about Phantom that kept drawing her back to him? What was it that she was fascinated with? Was it his looks? His heroics? The fact that he's a halfa? What is it?!

Ember leaned her head against the tree, letting out a deep breath she didn't need. What was it about the dipstick that intrigued her, that made her risk coming out of the safety of the Ghost Zone to see him. It couldn't be love... could it?

No, I'm not in love with him... but this all so CONFUSING!

Ember looked out from behind her tree, and watched as the dipstick said something and his Goth girlfriend laughed at his joke.

What if I was the one who laughed at his jokes, who was his girlfriend? What if... stop it Ember. You hate Phantom. You're only spying on him to learn about your enemy. That's all. But... What if... ARRGH! THIS IS SO CONFUSING!

Ember gripped her head, feeling around a million thoughts inside it, confusing her. Phantom was her enemy... so why was she so intrigued by him?

Ember leaned her head against the tree and did what she always did to try to clear her head if she was confused or frustrated... she sang.

EMBER

"A million thoughts in my head

Should I let my heart keep listening?

Cause up 'til now I walked the line

Nothing lost but something missing."

Ember looked behind her, at the dipstick, and remembered when she first saw him...

...

Flashback-Two Years Ago

"Desist this, Grandpa!" Ember yelled defiantly.

She twisted the knob of her guitar to the swirl and strummed the strings, where a spiralling purple hypnotising swirl was unleashed, hypnotising the teenagers in front of her. Their eyes glowed pupil-less red, and they growled at their teacher, who thought that he could stop the revolution.

"Pride And Prejudice!" The teacher screamed, but Ember didn't care.

Let them show the stiff that the revolution can't be stopped, Ember thought, grinning in triumph.

Suddenly, a bright flash caught her eye and she saw a white-haired ghost boy with glowing green eyes and wearing a black and white hazmat suit fly to the stiff and turn him intangible, saving him from the hypnotised teens.

Who does the dipstick think he is, trying to stop my fun?! Ember thought angrily. Then she remembered a rumour in the Ghost Zone, of a ghost boy with snow-white hair, glowing green eyes, and wearing a black and white hazmat suit who put all the ghosts who came to this town back in the Ghost Zone. Apparently, he was half-human, half-ghost, but Ember didn't believe that; after all, who could be both dead and alive at the same time?

He's cute, but I better get out of here; can't have the dipstick stop my plans of world domination, Ember thought. She then teleported herself, her band and the truck they were standing on away from the school, leaving a confused Danny Phantom behind...

Flashback Ends

...

Ember frowned at the flashback; Phantom had ruined her fun by saving that stiff, and she thought he was cute? That didn't help her with her confusion, as her head was telling her that she hated him with every fibre of her being, and yet her heart was telling her something else...

But what should I choose?

Desperate to clear the confusion, Ember continued singing.

EMBER

"I can't decide what's wrong, what's right

Which way should I go?"

Ember stood up, still feeling confused, wanting to just know what she felt about the dipstick! She felt hatred for sure, but why was her heart telling her something else?

She kept on singing.

EMBER

"If only I knew what my heart was telling me

Don't know what I'm feeling, is this just a dream?

Ah-oh, yeah

If only I could read the signs in front of me

I could find the way to who I'm meant to be

Ah-oh, if only

If only

If only."

Ember looked down, one hand on her core, the other on the tree behind her. She looked up at the sun dappling through the trees, and remembered when she first fought Phantom...

...

Flashback-Two Years Ago

Ember grinned as her flaming blue hair flared higher and higher from the teens chanting her name below her, filling her with more and more power... until a collective gasp came.

Ember turned and saw a black-haired girl, wearing a black sleeveless shirt that revealed her midriff, a purple oval in the centre, purple leggings, a black skirt with a green cross-hatch pattern, black combat boots, purple lipstick and black eyeshadow on a cutout of Ember. She had drawn glasses and a moustache on the cutout.

"Hey everyone! Look! It's Ember McLame!" the Goth jeered.

Ember frowned, looking mildly annoyed, but inside she was fuming. How had she known the insult that had been thrown at Ember twenty-four seven when she was still alive? How dare she say it!? The Goth had to pay, like all the people who underestimated her, who bullied her, who insulted her, who used her. She was no longer that weak little human girl anymore; she was Ember McLain, and she would make that Goth pay for calling her that, like she had made all the others pay for their crimes against her.

"Oh great, a critic. Maybe you'll like my new song better!" Ember yelled. She twisted the knob to the hypnotising swirl, but just as she was about to strum the strings, she was blasted away by a ghost ray.

Recovering, she glared when she saw who fired the ghost ray at her.

"Hey, do you take requests? How about 'Beat It'!" Phantom yelled, taunting her.

He wouldn't get away with that!

"How about I lay a few power chords instead, dipstick!" Ember yelled back, flying up. She twisted the knob to the skull and strummed the strings, and a skull beam was unleashed, hitting a screaming Phantom.

Ember laughed as she teleported away to the roof. She knew that he would come for her; if he was a hero like Spectra had told her, then he would come.

Sure enough, Phantom phased through the roof, glaring at her.

"Dipstick? Ho ho! Funny!" Phantom taunted. He grabbed her hands and asked her, "Who writes your insults? The same hack who writes your songs?"

Okay, now she was mad! It was one thing to call her the insult that she had been called when she was still weak and alive. But to insult her music... that was the last straw. She had poured her heart and soul into her song, writing her final months of life in those lyrics. To insult her song, to insult those final months when she had still been weak, human Amber McLain... it made her furious.

Below her, the chanting grew stronger, making her more powerful, stronger. She would show the dipstick what he got for insulting her music. She would make him pay for it, like all the others who caused her grief.

No matter what, she would make him pay. She hated him now, and she would forevermore... until he paid for his insult.

Flashback ends

...

The dipstick still hadn't paid for the insult. But, was that even important right now? That had been the starting point of her hatred towards him. But, was it boiling down, into something... deeper? But Ember was still confused. She couldn't make heads or tails of what her head and her heart were telling her. She wanted to go over to Phantom, interrupt his picnic date with the Goth and fight him, but she refrained herself; she just went on singing.

EMBER

"Every step, every word

With every hour I am falling in

To something new, something brave

To someone I, I have never been."

When she had been human, Amber McLain had been a loser, a dork and a freak, who had a crazy dream of becoming a rockstar. She had been bullied, laughed at, insulted, and used by a guy she thought loved her. But when she became a ghost, became Ember McLain, she became something newer, something braver, something more confident and more powerful. As soon as she had mastered her powers, she had gone back and made all those people who doubted her, who bullied her and especially the guy who cheated on her pay for what they had done to her.

She had never forgiven them, and she had made them pay.

So why was she starting to forgive the dipstick of the most unforgivable thing of all?

She kept singing.

EMBER

"I can't decide what's wrong, what's right

Which way should I go?

"If only I knew what my heart was telling me

Don't know what I'm feeling, is this just a dream?

Ah-oh, yeah

If only I could read the signs in front of me

I could find the way to who I'm meant to be

Ah-oh, if only

Yeah.

"Am I crazy?

Maybe we could happen, yeah

Will you still be with me when the magic's all run out?"

Again, Ember looked back at Phantom and the Goth, remembering when she had placed them under a love spell...

...

Flashback-Two Years Ago

Ember looked down at the dipstick, her smug look masking her shock.

Below her, where the white-haired, green-eyed Ghost Boy used to be, there was now a black-haired, blue-eyed boy. Phantom... was indeed a halfa.

Guess the rumours were true. But how did he become a halfa? Ember wondered.

She was pulled out of her musings when the roof stairway's door slammed open and a vaguely familiar female voice shouted, "GET AWAY FROM HIM!"

The Goth girl who had insulted her and had gotten away with it stood protectively in front of the dipstick, hand clutching a silver and green thermos. Ember still wanted to make the Goth pay, but judging from her stance and expression, the Goth was madly in love with the dipstick... but just had trouble showing it.

Hmmm... maybe I could play Cupid for these two? An evil Cupid? Ember thought maliciously, a plan to keep these two occupiedforming in her head.

"Aw, teen love! They say it never lasts," Ember said in mock-sympathy, feeling decades of rage and betrayal and grief burning dimly, but fiercely, in her core, as that simple sentence made her remember that cheater, before she continued, "But nothing distracts teenagers more than hormones."

Ember twisted the knob to a heart symbol as she went on, "I have more than just music for you. Now that they're chanting my name, my music can affect you! HOW ABOUT A LOVE SONG?!"

Ember strummed her guitar and a pink, heart-filled beam shot out, causing the Goth to fly at the end of the fallen cutout of Ember, as the dipstick's eyes became alternating pink and white colours. When the spell had finished, the dipstick had completely fallen under the spell, and gave the Goth a lovesick look that Ember had worn too many times when she was alive, but was now over with.

"Huh?" The Goth asked in confusion, though that didn't register in Ember's mind.

"Well, I think I'll leave the new couple alone. Ciao, babies," Ember farewelled, before she laughed wickedly and phased through the roof, satisfied.

They had received their punishment for their insults to her.

It could be worse than forcibly falling in love with your crush.

End Flashback

...

But does that make me under that love spell I put on them? Am I being punished for what I had done to forcibly fall in love with my worst enemy? Ember thought.

That logic made sense, but her heart was persistently telling her she had genuinely fallen in love with Phantom. But that was impossible. Phantom was her ENEMY! He was the Goth's TRUE LOVE! It was simple, rational, logical, factional even. She and Phantom were bitter enemies. Th Goth girl was destined to be with him. The end.

So why did her heart keep telling her she was in love with him?

Ember closed her eyes and whispered the last parts of the song that was confusing her even more with all these flashbacks it triggered.

EMBER

"If only I knew what my heart was telling me

Don't know what I'm feeling, is this just a dream?

Ah-oh

If only I could read the signs in front of me

I could find the way to who I'm meant to be

Ah-oh.

"If only, yeah

If only, yeah

If only, yeah

If only, if only

If only."

Ember looked behind her, just one last glimpse at the dipstick... and saw him and the Goth girl kissing.

Something broke inside her at seeing that.

Not wanting to stay any longer, Ember teleported herself back home, wanting to spare herself of further confusion about what her head and her heart were telling her...

Only to cry when she had teleported back to her lair.

Poor Ember...

This chapter's really bittersweet, and it delves into Ember's past a bit, how her feelings for Danny develop over the time from when they first met, and how her motives for what she did are explained and all that jazz.

I'm sad to say this, but until I can find another Disney song that relates to this pairing, this will be the final DannyXEmber one-shot. So, if you know any other Disney songs that might relate to this pairing, please tell me so in your reviews!

Please read and review!

GhostWriterGirl out!