Well, it's easy to see where the inspiration lightning bolt is striking today. Anyway, I am currently on spring break, so I will try to get to all my stories, but for now, here's another chapter. Enjoy

Chapter 11:

Danny POV-

That night I floated outside the house, waiting for Jackson to fall asleep so that I could enter his dreams.

He ended up falling asleep at around eleven o'clock, allowing me to phase through the wall and into the bedroom. Eli slept soundly on the other side of the bed and I briefly considered entering his dreams too but quickly reconsidered. I had no reason to enter Eli's dreams; he was probably too young to have very many clear memories anyway. So I phased into Jackson's head.

A scene unfolded and Jackson, who was probably about two or three, sat on a chair with his dad, dressing in blue scrubs, kneeling in front of him. Next to Jackson were the other members of the family. His Aunt Jay and two year old Carrie with who I'm assuming is his Uncle Peter, another woman who I guessed was his Aunt Danielle, and an older couple who I understood to be the grandparents. The other people shifted in and out of focus as Jackson's attention changed to his dad.

"Is the baby here?" he asked in a toddler voice.

"Yeah buddy and you can see her in just a minute," his dad laughed.

After a few seconds, the door to the adjacent room opened and a nurse popped her head out giving them a nod.

"Okay, you can all come in now," she said and the group stood up, Jackson at the front, leading them in.

The room was dark, with a single light on the bed, with several machines on either side of the bed where their mom was laying, drenched in sweat and holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket close to her.

Jackson ran over to the bed, standing on his toes to get a better view, and, when that failed, he climbed right into the bed next to his mom and leaned over to see the baby. His dad laughed again and went to stand next to his wife.

"Waz her name?" Jackson asked as the rest of the family crowed on the other side of the bed to see the baby.

"Wren," his mom answered with a smile to her son.

"When?" Jackson asked cocking his head to the side.

"No, W-rrrr-en," his dad said, speaking the name slowly, however, it seemed Jackson was no longer listening.

"She's beautiful," I heard a female voice say; although I could not pinpoint which voice it was in the darkness. As if on cue, Wren opened her stunning blue eyes, causing a delighted gasp from the crowd.

"Here," their mom said, handing Wren over to their dad, who opened his arms and supported her head against his arm. He walked slowly to the other side of the bed, like he was afraid that moving too quickly would break his fragile little daughter, and allowed the others to circle around him.

He handed her gently to the grandma, who took her carefully, cooing soft words to Wren.

"You did good son," the grandpa said in a deep, booming, familiar, voice, putting his large hand on their dad's shoulder.

"Thanks dad," their dad muttered awkwardly and looked to his wife who gave him an overjoyed smile.

The scene shifted.

Now their dad sat with Jackson, who was probably about four, on one knee, and Wren who was probably about two, on the other, reading them a Dr. Seuss book.

Suddenly their dad gasped, and, although, I only saw him from the back, I somehow knew that a mist had come out of his mouth, providing a little confirmation to my theory. The angle changed and I saw both kids looking up at their dad, not having seen the mist but wondering why he had suddenly stopped reading.

"Hey, Jackson, why don't you go ask your mom to finish this, okay? Daddy's got to go do something right now, okay?" he told him.

Jackson didn't seem troubled as he picked up the book by the corner and carried it down the hall, followed by Wren who bounced along behind him playing with the ends of the oversized t-shirt she was wearing.

I was only able to see their father sigh and stand up before the scene shifted again.

This time they were in the closet. I had seen this scene before, in Wren's dream. This time I was able to focus on some of the other details of the dream. The look on his mom's face that said that she didn't know if he was coming back or not, and the way she kept glancing at the closet door like she was waiting for him to burst through at any moment. This dream was longer than Wren's.

I heard a single footstep outside of the door, followed by a bright blue light before the door was opened. Wren and Jackson screamed before realizing that the opener was their father. They quickly embraced them and he picked Wren up, resting her on his hip.

"We need to move, now," he ordered. His wife nodded gathering up Eli without hesitation and holding onto Jackson's hand as they moved quickly out of the room.

The scene changed, but I had seen enough. The nightmares tended to get progressively worse, and I did not want to see any more tonight. I slowly phased out of Jackson's head floating a few minutes before becoming visible. I stared at Jackson. Now I had seen two of the same scenes from both Jackson and Wren, there was no denying now that the dreams were, in fact, memories, I just didn't know how that could be possible.

I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts; I hadn't noticed Eli wake up.

"Danny Phantom!" he exclaimed quietly. I jumped, startled by the sudden voice in the silence.

"Um…hi," I waved to Eli.

'What am I doing?' I wondered putting my hand down.

"You know me?" I asked him. He nodded, adjusting himself so that he was sitting up in bed.

"You've been fighting the war," he stated.

"What war?" I asked.

"The bad war," he said, crossing his legs in front of him.

"How am I fighting the war," I questioned, trying to get more information.

He opened his mouth to speak but suddenly realized that he had given away too much information and clamped both hands over his mouth, shaking his head.

"Is that all you're going to tell me?" I tried again. He nodded not removing his hands. I sighed, I should have figured, but I suppose he did give me a little information.

"Okay, well... goodnight, Eli," I told him. The look of surprise on his face told me that I had definitely misspoken by using his name.

'Well, that can't be good,' I thought as I quickly phased out of the room.