Hiya, now, I seriously intend for this to be the last installment of this story, but I can bet that it probably won't be in the end. I have yet to even see 'Fright Night, let alone 'The Million Dollar Ghost' (I hate having to rely on UK timings, friggin' hurry up and show some new eppies already!) so I don't know exactly what happened but I have read a synopsis and seen some pix, so I have a idea what happened. If I make a mistake it's because I am not privileged enough to have seen many of the eppies 'kay?

On a more somber note, I wish to extend my sympathies and hope for a better day to come to anyone who has been affected by the horrific bombings in London on 07/07/2005. May the Angles bless you all and help you through this difficult time.

Thank you to my reviewers:

Trevor the Enchanter: You're review has given me pause for thought. I was thinking along totally different lines but you're right. Hmmmm May have to ponder this a bit more…Thanks for reviewing.

ghostymangarocker: I know, bad Jack. But don't worry, if all goes to plan he should be returning to more or less his usual self by the time I'm finished writing. I hope I haven't thrown up any more questions for you LOL. Thanks for reviewing.

fubukis-wraph: (hands fubukis-wraph a tissue) don't worry, Danny will be fine, physically…Thanks for reviewing.

cakreut12: howz the bunny? Still mauling passing random strangers? (lol) You have many many questions, and they are all on topics that I genuinely had considered and will answer by the time this fic is finished…well, maybe all but one, I'm not sure yet. Thanks for reviewing.

Chapter 4 – The Addressing of Wounds

"Danny?"

The word tumbled out of his mouth like a guilty secret. If he has not witnessed it he would not have believed what had just happened. The ghost had disappeared in a flash of light and in his wake, had left an image of his tortured son to hang like a prisoner. Jack's arms flopped to his sides as his grip on the weapon loosened. Gravity exerted itself and pulled the whip to the ground with a resonating metallic twang.

"No, it can't be. I…I know what you ghosts are like. You're, untrustworthy. You're cold and ruthless…You're…you're playing a trick on me. You're not my son. You're just tying to look like him to fool me into letting you go." Surprise turned to anger as the thought imbedded itself into Jack's mind. Once more, he took up the whip and raised it above his head, preparing himself to strike at the imposter.

A groan escaped the boy as he struggled to lift his head. One china blue eye cracked open and struggled to focus on the very large orange blob in front of him. Jack hesitated as doubt crept into his mind. But if this was his son, why hadn't he told him about this. The little seedling of doubt took root in his mind; enough for him to lay the weapon back down and take a step closer to the apparition that appeared to be wearing his son's image as a façade. He placed a finger under the chin of the imposter and pulled his head up so that the ghost hunter's sea green eyes were on the same level as the half closed china blue orbs of his prisoner. They looked each other in the eye for a few minutes before Jack spoke.

"Who are you?"

"What"

The ghost hunter resisted the urge to punch the boy again and instead let his eyes close in a very slow blink of agitation. "Who are you?" he stressed each word, his agitation evident in each syllable.

"D…D…Danny Phantom" the boy managed as he tried to catch his elusive breath.

"Danny Phantom? That's an odd name for a teenager"

The bright blue eyes snapped open as he looked to the side trying to catch a glimpse of his arm. A sharp intake of breath signaled that he had seen it, and it was no longer clad in a black jumpsuit and white glove, encased in a soft white glow. Instead all he saw was a white t-shirt with a red cuff and nothing but bare arm underneath it. 'oh god I must have passed out. I passed out and transformed'

"Now lets try this again" the voice pulled his eyes back to the large man before him "who are you?"

Giving up all pretence and hope of keeping his identity a secret any longer he confessed. "Of all people I thought you would have been the one who didn't have to ask me that, dad"

Jack's rage got the better of him as the ghost child tried to use his love for his son as a way to escape. Once again he struck the boy across the face. The boy's black bangs covered his face as his head snapped to the side and his eyes filled with tears. All of the others blows he could have forgiven over time as his dad had no idea it was him. But this one…this one might take a lot longer, if it healed at all.

"Don't you dare try to use my son against me. I know what your kind is like. You're trying to trick me, well it isn't going to work you hear me?"

"I'm not trying to trick you" the boy turned to face the ghost hunter, tears of defiance in his eyes and iron in his voice "I am your son, I'm Danny."

"Prove it" Jack's earlier confidence of the falsity of the of the ghost's identity was fading quickly. He needed the ghost to be lying or he didn't know if he would be able to live with himself.

"Do you remember when you forgot your anniversary for the 18th year in a row? Jazz and me flew all the way to Spittoon and parachuted in with the present before we had a party for the tenth year of my aunt's divorce and you told me that I was going to get a raise in my allowance. And the time when there was a reward out for 'Inviso-Bill? I let you catch me and then helped you out of that trap the Plasmius set. And my real name is Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom is the name I use when I transform."

"My son can't transform, he's not a ghost" he was clutching at straws now, it was sounding much more convincing that this was his son on the wall, not the ghost he thought he was.

"Yes I am. I'm the one who fixed the Fenton Portal and in the process I had an accident. When I woke up I had these powers and they've caused me nothing but hassle since I got them."

"The…Fenton Portal. That was you?"

The boy just nodded his head once, as that was all he could manage in his weakened state, just keeping his eyes open was becoming a chore he could barley handle. The rush of adrenaline that his rage at his father had released was ebbing and he was finding it increasingly difficult to stay awake.

"What have I done?" the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. The ghost responsible for Kate's death couldn't possibly be the one he had captured. He was right; he was far too young to have been the one to do it. He was only fourteen years old and had apparently, only had his powers for six months. This was his son on the wall.

Immediately Jack drew closer and released the shackles from Danny's wrists. His son slumped against the ghost hunter's chest when he was released so Jack put one massive arm around Danny's back to hold him in place while he bent down to release the shackles from his son's ankles. When he was free, Jack turned and made a space for his son on the table by literally throwing the equipment he had put there onto the floor. He sat Danny on the table and ran into the main lab for the med kit he stored there in case of explosions (which were a semi regular thing in that particular lab)

When he returned he found his son still sitting where he had left him, his back to the door, gingerly touching the wounds in his legs through the rips in his jeans. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks, which was not helping his inability to breathe at all. Jack approached the table and rounded it so he could face his son. Upon seeing his father, Danny jumped and hurriedly wiped at his eyes, looking as if he was trying to remove the shameful evidence of his justified breakdown. The sight made Jack's heart ache, and the fact that he was the reason for this pain hurt him as much emotionally as Danny was hurting physically. He put the med kit down on the floor and then approached his son, as he reached out to try to lift up Danny's shirt so he could inspect the wounds he had inflicted Danny flinched away and looked at Jack, naked fear in his deep china blue eyes.

Jack looked as if he had been physically stricken and stepped back, ready to leave if his son wanted him to. "I'm sorry Danny, do you want me took treat you or would you prefer me to leave" he asked tentatively, fearing that he had permanently damaged the relationship between them.

Danny took a few seconds to consider the alternatives before he said, "Could you help me please, I don't think I'll be able to wrap the bandages all the way around myself."

Jack approached once again and attempted to reach for the bottom of Danny's shirt so he could get a better look at the wounds. He could see that Danny was actively trying to restrain himself from flinching again so he withdrew his hand and asked, "Do you think you can get your shirt off yourself or do want me to help?"

"I think I'll be okay dad" Danny replied. He reached behind himself and, with a few painful grunts, managed to extract himself from his torn and bloodied t-shirt.

"I think you should lie down while I go up and get you some shorts to change into so I can get to the cuts on your legs." Danny did as he was instructed and almost immediately began to shiver on the cold metallic table, seeing this Jack made a mental note to bring a blanket with him on the return journey.

Danny merely lay on the table, shivering and thinking about what he had just been through. 'I can't believe it, even after I transformed he didn't believe it was me, he kept hitting me until I convinced him. I didn't even know he had a girlfriend named Kate, he's so happy all the time I would never have guessed that he had experienced a death. I wonder who really did kill her, he must have looked like me if dad thought it was me, but why did he carry on when I transformed, why didn't he believe me? Where is dad, I'm cold.

As these thoughts chased each other round his head, Jack returned with the blanket, a clean t-shirt and a pair of shorts from Danny's room. Gently he coaxed Danny up into a sitting position and then helped down to the floor and into the next room so he could change into the shorts. While he was gone, Jack spread the blanket over the table and opened up the med kit that was still patiently waiting on the floor like an obedient dog. He extracted a pair of gloves, some alcohol free wipes and bandages and put them at the far end of the table where Danny's feet didn't quite reach.

As he finished Danny stumbled back in, his arms wrapped around himself in a vain attempt to stave off the cold that was enshrouding him in its embrace. With a little help from his father, he managed to lie back down on top of the blanket and pull the draping ends over his body while leaving the wounds exposed. Jack retreated to the end of the table to retrieve the items he had previously placed there. He took off his black lab gloves, replaced them with the clear latex ones from the med kit and unwrapped one of the wipes. With a gentleness that had been absent in his motions previously he began to clean the blood from the wounds on his son's chest.

With every stoke of the wipe Danny released a hiss of pain and restrained himself from flinching away from his father's touch, memories of the last time he had touched him flooding his brain and urging him to leave the room and run to a place of refuse. The struggle disguised itself as trembling which Jack took to be the shivers of a body temperature that had dipped below comfortable levels.

He finished cleaning the wounds and helped his son into a sitting position so he could wrap the bandage all the way around Danny's slight frame. When he was finished he handed the new t-shirt to his son, who gingerly pulled it over his head and threaded his arms through the sleeves. Jack then draped the blanket over Danny's shoulders, and Danny held it closed while Jack moved onto the wounds on his son's legs. They were roughly 6 inches above his knees on both sides and wrapped most of the way around his thighs.

Jack repeated his actions on his son's legs, he cleaned and dressed the wounds separately and then wrapped the blanket around Danny's legs. Rather than alleviate the shivering as he expected, Jack found that his son's shaking was increasing, he was not a fool and he had paid enough attention in his last first aid course to know what Danny was probably suffering from now.

"Danny, I think you're in shock, I need you to lie down for me okay" his son nodded and slipped back into the cold embrace of the table beneath him. His father's voice drifted to him from around about his feet "Danny, does it hurt when I do this?"

The midnight black hair shook from side to side, as Danny indicated that it didn't hurt when his father raised his feet away from the table and propped them up on the bag that contained the med kit to improve his circulation and reduce the shock.

'Okay, keep them warm, get them rested, lie them down with their legs in the air…now what was that last one…oh yea, Reassure' the instructions struggled into the ghost hunter's head through his own shock that he was, for the moment, ignoring in favor of helping his son

"Danny…"

Whatever Jack was going to say was cut off as a bright white light and an almost inaudible pop preempted the swirling green vortex opening before them. From out of it emerged a large male ghost, with short snow-white hair and glowing neon green eyes.

End of chapter

Ha ha, another evil cliffie, which means that there will be another chapter, and I really mean it, chapter 5 WILL be the last chapter. (And if you believe that you'll believe anything) I'm stopping here because it's a ridiculous length as it is, I was even considering chopping it into two chapters, but then I thought it would be better left as it is. Also what I have planned would increase it from being a ridiculously long chapter, to one that is could be compared more readily to a short novel in itself, so I thought I would be kind and leave it where it is.

So, who is this new person? What do they mean to do? How much has Jack and Danny's relationship suffered because of this? Find out in the last edition of 'Through Her Eyes' (no I'm serious this time, chapter 5 will be the last one…what are a you looking at me like that for I really mean it this time…what do you mean you don't believe me, fine, just tune in and see if I mean it)

May the Angels bless you and keep you safe

Anawiel