A/N: I know you'll kill me for this, but I just came up with a good idea for a story! It won't work in any of my other stories, soooooooo I'm writing another book. Plus, I've got semi-writer's block on the next chappy in BTB(K). It's not working out the way I wanted it to, so I need to change a few things from earlier in this chappy. So, until then, enjoy this!

This takes place, um, 26 years after the TV series. The whole story is in Alex's POV, except some flashbacks, I think. Have fun!

DISCLAIMER: Look in my other books. I'll say this ONE MORE TIME: I DON'T OWN THIS!

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Hi, my name's Alexandria Fenton, but I prefer Alex. I guess you could say I get a lot of my preferences from my mom. I don't remember my dad that much, though. Mom says I act just like him. She told me everything we have in common, from our raven black hair and ice blue eyes to our fighting ghosts and being halfas. Sometimes I wish my dad was around still, but Mom says that he won't ever come back. It's a little weird, though. Mom emphasizes a lot when talking about Dad. Ya see, my dad died when I was just a little over three years old, and since I'm fourteen now, I don't remember him much. All I remember is the ghost-stuff.

That all changed a few days ago. I had asked Mom what had really happened to Dad. She had always told me a stupid story about a ghost attack by Skulker where Dad lost and Skulker killed him. My twin brother Alan (he's a halfa, too) and I know that's wrong because we've asked Skulker about it; he told us he had never been able to beat our dad. Anyway, Mom looked at me and said, "Alexandra, you don't want to hear that—"

"Mom!" I yelled. "I told you to call me Alex!"

"Sorry, Hun," She said, "I guess I'm becoming like my mom. She would always call me Samantha instead of Sam."

"I would like to hear what happened to Dad, please."

"Right. Well, you see, it all started with Vlad "Plasmius" Masters. His vultures were always at our house, spying on me and Danny, your father. They found out I was pregnant and ran to tell Vlad. He was thrilled. He waited until you two were a year old. On your first birthday, Vlad showed up to—how'd he put it?—'get a present'. He grabbed you because he knew Danny would go after you since you reminded him of me. Vlad told Danny to either come with him, or watch you die. Danny, who always had cared more about others than himself, immediately gave up and walked over to Vlad, who handed you to me, grabbed Danny, and left.

"Danny was allowed to write to me from Vlad's mansion. He wrote to me everyday for two straight years. I kept every letter he wrote to me. The last letter he wrote said that he couldn't put up with the torturing any more. He decided to kill himself."

"He didn't go through with it, did he?" Alan asked. He looked like Mom. He had black hair and dark violet eyes, which is kinda weird on a guy.

"He must have. I haven't heard from him since then." I could hear her subtle emphasis on 'him'.

"Mom? Why didn't you tell us before?" I asked.

"I didn't think you'd be ready for it. I didn't want you two to be as terrified as I was."

We hugged her. "Mom, thanks for telling us the truth." I heard her whisper what sounded suspiciously like, "I didn't."

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After hearing Mom's story, we tried to sneak into her room and read Dad's last letter. We wanted to know exactly what he had said.

Let's just say, easier said than done. Mom stays up past midnight and was a light sleeper, anyway. We had to get her out of the house somehow, and I knew how. We needed to talk to our best friends Brad Johnson and Cassandra Foley. Brad moved into town when we were seven. He is a Caucasian goth, but he's also really smart. Mom thinks that he's kinda like her when she was our age. Normally, Brad doesn't show how smart he is unless Cassie, Alan, and I are being idiots, which is most of the time. Mom says we get it from Dad, and Cassie gets it from her dad, Tucker. We've known Cassie all our lives because our parents were friends in school, except for Cassie's mom, Valerie.

Ya see, Dad and Mrs. Foley didn't get along too well in school. Also, Mrs. Foley was a ghost hunter, and she was mostly after Dad. That all changed when Dad saved her from Walker. Dad put her in an alley while he fought with the ghost. It didn't go too well. Dad got knocked out and changed back to Danny Fenton. Valerie saw that and ran out to stop Walker. She did and later approached Dad about his ghost-side. He told her, and she decided to help Dad with the ghosts. But, Cassie's just your normal, African-American techno-geek with style. She's the best of two worlds: She has her dad's love (and understanding) of technology and her mom's fashion sense. Okay, maybe not-so-normal.

Anyway, when Alan and I first told Cassie and Brad about our ghost-sides, they laughed at us. Alan thinks we shouldn't have told them on April fool's day. Cassie told me later that she had gone home and told her parents. Mr. Foley laughed and told her we weren't lying, but Mrs. Foley just started loading poor Cassie with her old ghost-fighting stuff. Cassie, after telling me she believed us, made some changes to the ghost-stuff and helped us with some of the ghosts. But Brad wanted proof before he would believe us. Alan and I tried to 'Phase Phantom' for him, but it wouldn't work. Then, one day, Brad was 'attacked' by the Box Ghost. I saw them, showed Alan, and immediately yelled, "Phase Phantom!" with him. We transformed into our ghost-sides, Alan and Alex Phantom. Alan looked exactly like Dad, only with glowing yellow eyes instead of green, and, of course, where Dad's outfit had a white D with a P inside it, both of ours have a white A with a P above the little cross-thingy on the A. I looked like Dad, too, except my white hair went down to the middle of my back (like normal) in a dip-cut and my outfit was a black spaghetti-strap, belly-button shirt with silver fingerless gloves, a black mini skirt with a silver yoke, and silver shin-high boots. Okay, maybe I don't look like my dad, but I do have the glowing green eyes like him. We quickly got rid of the Box Ghost and changed back to our human sides, Alan and Alex Fenton. Brad instantly believed us. Cassie and Brad have helped us ever since.

Back to our phone call. We called Cassie first. "Cass," Alan said, "I need you and Brad to meet us in the park."

"When, why, who's calling Brad, and is it because of ghosts?" she asked. Those were all the normal questions.

"In order:" I replied, "in half an hour, because of what our mom told us, we will, and half-way."

"It's a halfa?"

"It's our dad," Alan said.

"Sorry to say it, but your dad's dead."

"Just, hear us out at the park."

" 'Kay, 'bye!" She hung up. I dialed Brad's number.

"Brad here," he answered.

"Brad, meet us in the park in a half hour," I said.

"It's important," Alan finished.

"Be there soon." He hung up. We put away the phone and each looked in a mirror.

I was wearing my normal outfit. I had on baggy blue jeans, red sneakers, a white cap-sleeved, belly-button shirt that said, "Guns don't kill ghosts, I kill ghosts," in red, and red thumb-hole sleeves that went up past my elbow. My half-messy, half-straight black hair was down in its normal dip-cut fashion down to the middle of my back, my sky blue eyes shining, and my light red eyeshadow and lipstick was on perfectly.

Alan was also in his normal clothes. He had on baggy black jeans, blue sneakers, and a white long-sleeved, baggy shirt that said, "I hunt ghosts, not idiots," in blue. His messy black hair was, as always, sticking up all over, his dark amethyst eyes shining as well. He yelled to Mom, "We're going to the park!"

"Be back by dinner!" Mom yelled back as we went outside. I love spring break! We were at the park in a few minutes. There were about ten minutes left 'til Brad and Cassie would get there. I sat down at our normal bench in the middle of the park and thought of Mom's favorite hiding places, and Alan sat next to me.

"We've already looked in the kitchen's top-left cupboard—," Alan said. Twin thing, we think the same thing at the same time.

"Yeah," I said, smiling, "and we ate all the cookies we found there."

"—the dining room hutch's middle-middle drawer—"

"Our birthday present, a new DVD for each of us."

"—the loose floorboard in the living room."

"A few pieces of pretty antique jewelry in a shoe box."

"—and the attic's dresser!"

"Completely empty. Grrr!" I growled.

"So, it has to be in Mom's room."

"Probably that closet where she keeps all the stuff from before Dad died. We need Cassie and Brad to be diversions, so we can sneak in—"

"—and look through the closet for that letter!"

Brad and Cassie came walking over to us. Alan quickly explained, "Mom told us what really happened to Dad," as they sat down. "Dad was blackmailed into going with Vlad Masters, his archenemy."

"How was he blackmailed?" Cassie asked.

"Vlad was going to kill me if Dad didn't go with him," I said.

"Harsh," my friends said.

"Yeah," Alan took over, "that was on our first birthday. Dad wrote to Mom for two years, each day, every day. His last letter—according to Mom—said that he couldn't take the torture anymore. Mom said he killed himself."

"What do you want us to do?" Brad asked, ready and willing.

"Our mission," I said, "is to find that letter. Mom has it somewhere in her closet."

"How do you know that?" Cassie asked.

"It's the only place we haven't checked," Alan answered. "Brad, you run interference." He nodded.

"Cassie," I continued, "you are the look-out."

"Aye, aye, cap'ns," Cass said.

"We'll find the letter," I finished. "Get it?"

"Got it," the two said.

"Good," Alan finished. "Let's go!" We all headed to our house.

"Mrs. Fenton!" Brad said when he saw Mom. "I have a question!" Cassie, Alan, and I went inside. Alan and I ran to Mom's room. Cassie positioned herself in the "look-out spot". I opened the closet, and we rummaged through it. Alan soon found a box full of letters.

"Jackpot!" we whispered. Cassie ran into the room.

"Got it?" we nodded. "Good! Brad can't hold your mom much longer!" Alan grabbed the box, and we ran into our room (yes, I share a room with my older twin brother). Brad came in a few minutes later.

"Did it work?" he asked. Alan held up the box. "Great! Let's look through them."

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Two hours later.

"Found it!" I nearly screamed. We had been reading every single letter from my dad. This was the last letter. I read it aloud to my friends and twin brother.

Dearest Samantha,

I hope you, Alan, and Alex are very happy. I wish you three only the best for the rest of your lives. My love for you will never die, no matter what happens to me.

Sammy, you know how much I love you. You are the one thing, apart from the twins, that has kept me going for these past two years. I know you will take great care of the kids. Tell them about me, about my powers and the Ghost-Zone. Maybe one day I will see her as my spirit wanders.

I know you are probably wondering why I am acting, er, writing like this. Vlad's pushed me too far. My other side is starting to take over. I have no choice. Someone is going to die, other than me. I will miss you, Sam, as well as Alan, Alex, Tuck, and Val. Say good-bye to them for me. But remember, I will be here, no matter what.

Love forever,

Daniel Fenton

"Guys," I said. My friends and Alan looked at me. We were all crying after reading that. "This letter—"

"—we think there's a secret message in it," Alan finished.

"What?" Cassie and Brad asked.

"I—I'm not sure," I said quietly.

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A/N: Okay! Anyone have an idea of what the message is? I'll give you a prize of your choice if you're right! Luv y'all!