A/N: Okay! Sorry for the wait, but the length should well make up for it. Um, here ya go!
OC's debuting in this chappy: Carrie Regnituerk (C.K. Plasm) created by cakreut12, Amy created by Unlikely-to-bear-it, James Louiston also created by cakreut12, and Darren Paul created by Anne Camp aka Obi-quiet!
REVIEW RESPONSES!
via: I know, it is! That was the idea there, just a little bit of comedy after that fight. I KNOW! Thanx!
cakreut12: good job! You have two debuts in this chappy! YAY! I updated! I know. But they (coughAnne Camp aka Obi-quietcough) did, so YAY-ness! Lol.
purrbaby101: thanx! Keep guessing, and I'll keep writing! Thanx again!
Unlikely-to-bear-it: YAY! Me too. My mom acts that way, too! (And my Dad…face it, my whole family is against me dating! -- ) Keep guessing! Don't worry, I put that in!
Just Plain Insane: I KNOW! He's sooooo stupid! Thanx, and I did!
EvilRobotZombieLoofaOverlord: thanx! I know! They're so stupid, but they're the villains so they have to be! Lol. It is! My brother is named that, er, the oldest one, that is.
FOPFAN: I want to do the same thing, but he's gonna be important later on. I wanted to make it obvious. to the world I MADE IT OBVIOUS! SO SUE ME! They're stupid villains, of course they thought they'd fooled us. But then again, what story is good without a stupid villain? The Box Ghost, for example. ;)
ERIN: I KNOW! IT WAS SOOOO FUNNY! laughs with you
Divagurl277: OK, I'll email you sometime this week, or send it in a review, 'cause I might forget. ,
Anne Camp aka Obi-quiet: It's okay, but thanx for getting that to me. It gave me plenty of time to think of a really good chappy! Now, if only I could think of what to write next…
Water-Wolf-and-Fire-Feline: thanks!FF: I feel the same way! WW: Eh, not so much… I'll put you on speed dial if there's ever another attack! ;)
So, uh, yeah. Sorry 'bout the wait, but the length will make up for it, TRUST ME! Oh, um… if you have any ideas for the next chapter, how to get Danny out of the Ghost Zone, or something that could go wrong on a date (don't get it? Check my fic Changes of Heart) please, please, please, please send those ideas to me in a review! My brain is on melt-down right now! Oh, and also check out my newest story A Halfa and a Genius. It's a crossover between Danny Phantom and a TV show called NUMB3RS. And trust me, there will be more action around the third or fourth chappy. The first one is kinda to get a little bit of the plot in before drowning you in it, lol.
Okay, ENOUGH STALLING! TIME FOR THE STORY!
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"So," Cassie asked us at school (ugh!) a week later, "how are you guys gonna save your dad?"
"Actually," I began happily, then switched to sadly, "we have absolutely no clue." I looked around and sighed, "I hate the end of spring break!"
"The worst thing is that Kara Baxter—who stuffs Alex in her locker just like her Dad did to ours—and Miguel—" Alan began.
"Who is just like his mom!" Brad said angrily.
"—who always beats me up and my sister and Cassie have a crush on—" we smiled nervously— "are here, and they're mad at us for that ghost trick we pulled on them before we left."
"I forgot about that…" Cassie said. "How are your parents getting along?"
"Mom goes to see Dad after dinner every night," Alan began.
"She always takes him some food," I said. "She thinks he doesn't eat right in there."
"Wait, he's a ghost," Brad said, "but he can eat?"
"Yeah," Alan replied, "when he's in human-mode."
"I really like his element-mode, though," I said. "I wonder what elements we are…"
"We won't find out for a loooong time," Alan answered. "But I want to find out how to—"
"Drop it!" I hissed. "The 'Royal Jocks' are coming!" Sure enough, Kara, Miguel, and their friends were walking towards us.
"You mean 'Royal Jerks'," Brad whispered. Cassie and Alan held in their laugh, but I disguised mine as a cough.
"Hey, losers!" Kara said as she walked up. "Aren't you late for something?"
"No," I said, "school doesn't start for a few minutes."
"Very funny, Fentoni," Kara said. "I know what you clones are late for! Payback." She grabbed me as Miguel tackled Alan. Two of their friends held down Cassie and Brad while the other two came over to Alan and me. They held us, and Kara and Miguel stood up to attack us. I decided I had had enough. I stepped down hard on the instep of the guy holding me and flipped over Kara. I ran to my brother.
"Duck!" I yelled as I brought back my fist to punch the guy in the nose. Alan did as I said and rolled to the side after he was dropped. He jumped up to grab me, but I was running towards Kara, ready to deliver a roundhouse-kick to her gut. I did, and she fell down. I turned to Miguel and brought me knee up quickly, hitting him where it hurts. By then, Alan had grabbed me and held me tight around the waist. I was still kicking.
"Settle down!" he hissed at me. "Your eyes are glowing!" A crowd had gathered when they saw Kara and Miguel walk over to us. They were all staring at me. I blinked, and my eyes went back to their normal ice blue. "Alex," Alan continued, "why'd you freak? They hadn't done anything—"
"Except tackling you, grabbing me, and keeping our friends from getting help!" I screamed, still pulling at Alan to get at the bullies, who were now running away. He held on tighter.
"You never normally act like this!" he yelled back at me. He dropped me, and I turned to face him, tears starting to form in my eyes. "What happened to you?" he asked quietly.
I could feel the crowd's eyes on me, but I really didn't care. I stared defiantly back at Alan. "You know what happened to me," I said. "You were there when we saw him. Cassie, Brad, and Mom saw him, too. YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!"
Alan, whose head was down so his bangs covered his face to everyone except me, was crying, tears streaking down his face in silent streams, mirroring my own face. He knew all along, he just wanted me to say it so he would know it wasn't all a dream. I stood up and walked over to him. "Alan," I said, "whatever happens to us, we'll always have each other. Nothing will ever change that."
"Not even what happened to him?" he asked quietly, looking up barely with his dark purple eyes, still shining with tears. I lifted his face the rest of the way so he would look me directly in the eye.
"Nothing that happened to him will change that. Can we promise that to each other?"
He smiled, however slightly, "Yeah." I hugged him, and the crowd we had forgotten about departed, seeing as no one was fighting anymore. Alan let go of me and held me at arm's length, "You never act like that except for when a ghost is near, and I would've sensed it if there was one. Why?"
"Because I'd had enough of them picking on us. Dad used his powers on their parents, why can't we?"
"Remember Poindexter?" I looked down. "Yeah, that's why we can't. I don't feel like getting stuck inside some nerd's body from the fifties."
"Neither do I," I said. "Let's get inside before we're late." We helped Cassie and Brad up and ran inside for class.
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Later.
"So, where are Darren, C.K., Amy, and Jimmy?" Cassie asked as we walked to lunch.
"Probably waiting for us," I answered. "Mrs. Boyd kept us late again."
"Yeah," Alan said somewhat angrily, "we wouldn't want to keep them waiting, would we?"
"And by 'them' you mean…?" Brad asked.
"Amy."
"OH, that's right!" I said, laughing. "You found out about her crush, you."
"Wasn't that hard. She always stared at me, wrote my name in her notebook, and had trouble talking to me at first."
"I think it's cute!" I said.
"Great! Now all you have to do is find someone who's crushing on you incessantly."
"I said I thought it was cute, not 'Where's the line? I want one!'."
"Too bad, you've already got one," Alan whispered. I knew he was thinking about Jim. "I guess it is kinda cute, and she is really nice…"
"I knew it! You like her, don't you?" I asked happily.
"No, we're just friends!"
"That's what Mom and Dad said when they were our age."
"That's what you say about Brad and Jim."
"It's true about Brad and Jim!"
"Well, it's true about Amy, too!"
Cassie and Brad, who were used to our normal 'we're-twins-we'll-fight-if-we-want-to' arguments, had ignored us. By then, we were at the cafeteria. "C'mon! There they are!" I said as I pulled the others to the table C.K., Amy, Jim, and Darren were at. C.K. had a horror book upside-down in front of her. Her eyes were scanning the pages from right to left. (it's a rare talent) Amy was eating slowly and staring at some drawings in her notebook. Darren was in deep thought. (most likely about the next football game (even though he's only backup) ) Jim was watching us walk over and sit down. He moved over so we could all fit on the bench.
"So, what kept ya?" Jim asked. "Was it another ghost?" The four of them knew about our secret, too, especially because C.K. is a halfa, too. C.K.'s real name is Carrie Regnituerk. We call her C.K. because her ghost name is C.K. Plasm. She normally wears a red and gray hoodie, orange shirt, and black jeans. She has blonde, shoulder-length hair and blue eyes, but in ghost-mode she's got black hair, green eyes, and wears an orange and black jumpsuit. (kinda like Dad's and Alan's) She's a year younger than us, but got moved up a grade. Her favorite thing is anything scary, and her favorite holiday is obviously Halloween.
Amy is an ordinary human. She loves the paranormal and is really nice. She's often quiet or shy, but she normally knows how to use all of our ghost-stuff. She has waist-length, red hair kept in a ponytail, green eyes, and normally wears an emerald green cap-sleeved shirt and black baggy pants. She's our age.
Darren Dominic Paul (but don't call him that TRUST ME!) is another human. He is a backup on the football team. He's tough, but has a heart of gold. He got held back a grade (he's 15) but he's really loyal once you get through the tough exterior. Most people don't, though, because they always say something that makes him mad. That's pretty easy for those who aren't already friends with him. Darren's tall, quiet, and likes to avoid most people. He has brown hair and hazel eyes, which cause him to blend in even with his size. He's a really good friend once you get to know him.
Jim, er, actually, James Louiston, is an average human, like Darren, Amy, and Brad. He's 14 and in ninth grade like the rest of us, and he wears a red hoodie with a black dragon and black baggy pants. He has shaggy dark brown hair and blue eyes. Alan always seems to think that he's got a crush on me, but I think he's just mad about that one time when… never mind. Jim's often really shy, but he can be heroic when I help him out.
Anyway, I answered Jim, "Nope, it wasn't a ghost. Mrs. Boyd's not dead, yet." The others laughed. We pick on Mrs. Boyd a lot, but, then again, who doesn't?
"What did you guys do over vacation?" C.K. asked, abandoning her book entitled Is Your Halloween Scary Enough? by Frank N. Stein. She obviously thought we had some creepy adventure.
I looked at Alan. "It's a long story," we said together.
"We have time," Amy said, "we have study hall after lunch. Tell us!"
Well, we told them. It took until half-way through study hall, but we told them the whole story.
"Let me get this straight," Darren said. "Your dad is now two separate halfas: one evil and one gook. The evil one is trying to take over the world with Plasmius, and the good one is trapped in the Ghost Zone. The good one joined Ember McLane's band, is on good terms with Skulker, and is still in trouble with Walker. You guys need to find a way to beat the Plasmiuses, free your dad, (the good one, that is) and join the two together again. Am I right?"
Alan, Cassie, Brad, and I nodded slowly. I was really surprised that Darren caught on so quickly after hearing it only once. It was not like him.
"This sounds like fun!" C.K. said excitedly.
"This sounds dangerous," said Amy, our second Voice-of-Reason, the first being Brad.
"I'll tell you what's dangerous," Brad said, "Alex and that fight she had earlier. Kara's got an older brother and sister! You are going to be in big trouble!"
"I know, I know," I said. "Geez! First Alan, now you guys! I know I shouldn't have fought her. I just got so mad, and my ghost reflexes took over!"
"You can't go blaming things on your ghost side!" Cassie replied. "Your dad learned that the hard way."
"Yeah," Alan said, "we don't want Poindexter showing up again."
"Besides," I said, "how tough can Kara's siblings be?"
"You've never seen them, have you?" Jim and Darren asked.
"I don't stand a chance, do I?"
"Just do the same thing you did to Kara and Miguel," Amy said. Miss Voice-of-Reason- actually agreed to me fighting? What's possessing her? (forgive the bad pun)
Everyone else just goggled at her. "What?" she asked. "Can't I have a bad idea once in awhile?" She turned to me, "Whatever you do, just don't get into more trouble! You can't get any more detentions this year!"
"Yeah, I know," I sighed.
"Who knew those beakers in science were filled with dangerous chemicals?" Alan asked. He laughed.
"Who knew I'd drop twenty of them in one class!" I yelled back at him.
"I don't think you should fight, Alex," Alan said. Okay, Voice-of-Reason and Voice-of-Idiocy switched morals. (Or, for my brother, non-morals)
"Too bad," I answered. "I'm gonna fight them…and win!"
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Later.
I was thrown into a wall. Again. As I stood up shakily, Alan ran over. "You know you're losing, right?" he asked.
"Yes, I do," I said angrily. I had been fighting Kara's brother Flash and sister Julie for an hour, and I was getting beat pretty bad.
"Turn invisible! They're coming back!" I did and saw Flash and Julie coming over to us. Luckily, they didn't see me, but they did see Alan.
"Yo, Fenter!" Flash said. "Where's your clone?"
"She headed back home," Alan said, stepping in front of me.
"Knew she was a chicken," Julie taunted. "Running away from a fight's cowardly."
"Why aren't you running with her, Clone-Boy?" Flash asked.
"Because I'm not afraid of cowards," Alan answered.
"Did you just call me a coward?" Flash asked.
"Yeah, I did," Alan replied, "Any guy who picks on a girl is a coward. You don't deserve to be feared."
I decided it was time for a little invisible fun. I stepped out from behind Alan and undid Flash's buckle. His pants fell down and showed pink ladybug underwear. Everyone laughed. I moved over to Julie and kicked her in the stomach. She bent over double, and I pulled the back of her shirt over her head. I turned back to Flash, who was holding tightly onto his pants as he came at Alan, and shoved him into the ground. Then, just because I was feeling merciful, I stepped on his back as I walked to Alan. I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards home. Halfway there, I became visible again, and we bent over, laughing.
"That… was great," Alan gasped when our laughing fit was over.
"And you… thought fighting was… a bad idea!" I said, still giggling when I paused.
"Yeah, visible fighting, and it was."
"I'm fine. I'm half-ghost; I heal fast."
"Like I did from that scratch."
"Yep," I said happily. It was getting dark. The street we were in was kinda deserted; no people walking around or lights on.
"Let's get home," Alan said nervously.
"What? Scared?"
"NO!"
"Then follow me!" I took off down the street into a deserted area away from our house. Alan followed.
"Alex, I've got a bad feeling about this…"
"See? You are just like Dad. Mom said he was always paranoid, too."
"I'm not paranoid! …Much…"
"Well, why is this a bad idea, then?"
"Because," he said, looking behind me, "of him!"
I spun around quickly, only to come face-to-face with—
"Dad?" I asked. "But, I thought you could only come here with Ember's band!"
"I found another way," he said. His voice sounded weird, deeper somehow. He was in elemental mode, but everything was a darker shade. I thought it was just because it was dark out. "What are you two doing here?" he asked.
"Alex got in a fight, and we were on our way home," Alan said, looking suspiciously at Dad.
"Well, uh, can I walk home with you two? I want to see Sam again before I go back."
"But I thought you found another way out," I pointed out to him. Mom had always said he was a little bit slow.
"I'm… only going to be here for a short time. C'mon, it's getting dark. Let's head home."
"Okay, Dad," Alan furtively winked at me. I understood what he meant.
"Yeah, let's go!" I said, pulling Dad by the arm. We started walking further away from our house into an area that was completely deserted, not even a road was there.
Dad was smiling as though we were right where he wanted us. That… smirk was kinda unnerving… horrifying… CREEPY! C.K. would probably want to learn how to smirk like that. In fact, that smirk seemed almost… sinister… I shuddered. I think Alan did, too. Dad's not evil, at least…
OK, so I am kinda like Dad. It just hit me why Alan was so suspicious. Don't let him think you know the truth! I told myself. I looked at Alan and knew that he was thinking the same thing.
Dad turned to us and said, "No one lives around here, do they?"
"Nope," Alan said nonchalantly.
"Good," Dad said, smirk widening. "Then no one will hear you scream." He grabbed me as he changed into ghost-mode: a completely black lab suit and cape, yellowish-green eyes, and his white hair.
"Plasmius!" I gasped in mock-horror. He laughed.
"So you two did inherit my idiocy!" He squeezed my neck, restricting my breathing, which really ticked Alan off.
"Drop my sister!" he hissed dangerously, a voice I had only heard when Jim and I had… never mind.
Dad laughed even more. "Fine," he said as he threw me at Alan, knocking us both over. "I thought you two would put up more of a fight. Bringing you back to Vlad, or, excuse me, Dad, will be too easy."
"No, it won't!" we yelled. "Phase Phantom!" The rings appeared around us to transform us into Alan and Alex Phantom.
"A battle cry," Dad chuckled, "you do take after me!"
We both charged our ectoplasmic beams and aimed at him. They bounced off the dark red shield he had created.
"Green?" he said in mock-fearfulness. "Green is year one! You've been halfas all your lives!"
"We only learned that two years ago!" I yelled. Twin beams of green shot out of my eyes. They hit their target. "Now that, that we learned last month."
"Better," Dad said, "but you should at least be on yellow." A yellow beam hit him in the stomach.
"You mean like that?" Alan asked. His hand was steaming, yellow smoke coming off of it.
"Yeah, kinda like that," Dad answered as he stood up. As the sky darkened, he shot a purple beam at me that I dodged. I was beginning to worry about getting home before our curfew. Mom's gonna kill us! Oh, wait! We're already dead. Never mind. At least Alan's not as mad as he was when Jimmy and I… never mind.
Alex! Alan thought to me. (It's the whole twin-psychic-connection thingy) Alex, come out of dream world and HELP ME OUT!
Sorry! I thought back. I snapped back into reality and saw Dad firing away at Alan, who was either shooting back or phasing away. I began aiming at Dad. Halfway through one of my blasts, the ectoplasm turned—
"BLUE?" Dad yelled upon seeing the blasts. "First one goes from green to yellow, now the other goes from green to BLUE!"
"So, blue is good?" I asked stupidly.
"Blue is better than orange, which is better than yellow, which is better than green."
"So, blue is level four? Cool!"
"Well, this is going too far, so… I'll just take one of you and leave. I'll come back for the other later. So, which one of you wants to come now?"
"WHAT?" we yelled.
"Which—one—of—you—wants—to—come—now?" he said slowly, as if we were one-year-olds.
I'll go, I thought to Alan, you go back to Mom and tell her what happened.
No, I'm going, he thought back, I'll mess with them for a while, then leave and come back here. I'll be better off against them.
Okay, I'll talk to Mom and Dad (the good one) and tell them what happened. See you.
"I'll go," Alan said to Dad.
"Took you long enough," he mumbled. He grabbed Alan, who, as they were about to leave, yelled to me, "Tell them everything! It's up to you to get Dad out of there! You can do it; I know you can!" Then, they were gone in a cloud of dark red smoke. I started crying as I flew home.
When I got there, Mom was downstairs talking to Dad. I ran downstairs so I could tell them what had happened.
"Mom! Dad!" I yelled when I saw them. I ran into the Fenton mid-Portal and stopped next to them. "Mom, Dad," I sobbed, "he took Alan!"
"Who took Alan?" Dad asked quietly. He seemed to already know. I was just thrilled to see him in his normal elemental colors.
"Plasmius!" I sobbed, hugging him. "He took Alan and said he'd come back later for me!"
"I need to find a way out of here!" Dad said. "Plasmius came to me on May 8, (yesterday) and told me he knew another way out, but he wouldn't tell me what it was! I've got to get out of here; you kids don't know what you're up against!"
"But C.K. and Cassie can help me! A—and Darren, Jimmy, Amy, and Brad can use some of the inventions!" I said. "A—and m—my blasts are blue now!"
That caught him off-guard. "W—what? But you told me they were green yesterday!"
"Alan's are yellow now," I said quietly, getting upset when I said his name.
"But you skipped yellow and orange! …Wait, that's it! I think I know how to get out of here, but we need to save Alan first! You two in?"
"Oh, yeah," Mom and I said together, smiling mischievously. I told you I was like her.
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A/N: 3 words: longest chapter EVER! Go ME! Anyway… anyone got any idea on how Danny'll get out? Prize to whoever can figure it out! BTW: If you haven't already, check out my new story Changes of Heart! Oh, and my new-er story, A Halfa and A Genius! Um, any of you want to go out on a (blind (for Danny) ;) ) date with Danny in COH? And also, anyone have any ideas for something that can go wrong on a date? I need lots of them! Prize of your choice if you give me one! Um, and about the date thing, I'll need several people for the dates (there will be a bunch! Poor Danny!) Okay, um, I'm pretty sure that's it, but one last thing, 15 pages! YES! Okay, uh, bye ya'll!
