Chap 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom

Danny stared at the phone in his hand, as the deep voice called out to him. "Hello? You called ME! HELLO!"

"H-hi..." he stuttered, struggling to maintain his composure, "This is… um… John… I'm a friend of Jack Fenton's; can I talk to him please?"

"Oh of course! You've gotten a hold of the right house, here's jack now."

"HELLO!" boomed his dad's voice from the end of the line. Danny was so ecstatic that he forgot the situation entirely, "DAD! Oh man, it's so so great to hear from you!"

"Danny? Is that you?"

"Yea dad! It's me!"

"Why HELLO Danny! Its jack! Your dad!"

"Yes dad, I-I know.. I need to see your right away-"He struggled to get the words out but the other Danny's voice floated in the background,

"No dad, you're on the phone with John. I'm Danny, right here!"

"Why hello Danny! I'm Jack! Your father!"

He heard a loud sigh, "Ok dad, sounds like you've been skipping your pills again. Lets go take some more"

"But I don't wanna!" he whined. A baby shrieked in the background, "Give them to the baby!"

"No dad, you've already tried that once." The young man took the phone, sounding much louder and clearer, "Hi John, my dad isn't that well you see, perhaps its better if you call another time."

"N-no! I can't do that! Can I just come over, please? It's very very important!"

"I-I suppose"

"What's your address?"

He pulled out a notepad and scribbled down an address completely foreign to the one he knew, "so that's jackfenton yahoo dot org dot web dot net?"

"Oh native boy! Where are you?" sang the lovely blonde lady outside the pantry. He hung up and floated through the kitchen walls and back into the living room, taking a seat between Tucker and Sam.

"Ok so I got the address!"

"About time too!" Hissed Sam, as the woman returned to them, flustered, "Where is that boy? I hope he's not tearing through my wardrobe, I just cant stand- oh!" she smiled, "why hello!"

"Hi…" he mumbled.

She sat down and gazed at them incredulously, a couple moments of silence passed between them as the three kids shifted in their seats. She finally spoke, "It's amazing how primitive your style is, what fabric is that?"

"Cotton."

"Cot-ten." She repeated, absorbing the information with much interest, "and your hair young native girl, how do you get it to stick up in that strange manner?"

"Bobby pins." She replied sharply.

"Amazing."

A couple more moments of silenced passed. Tucker scratched the back of his neck with discomfort, "Nice… height."

"Oh do you like it?" she grazed a thin finger across her limbs, "I just got my bones lengthened,"

The three children pulled another face. Ok time to leave. "Um… can you help us find a house?"

Sorry, I'm too tired to keep writing. I'll update later