A/N: Hey, y'all! I'm back again with chapter 11! W00T! Thank you to all my review—er, readers! Um, here ya go!

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"So, has Casper High changed much?" Dad asked on our way to the bus stop the next day.

"According to Mom, no," Alan answered.

"Yeah," I continued, "she says it's exactly the same. A Baxter who shoves a Fenton into their locker, jocks who pick on the 'losers', ghost attacks, and a priss who is the crush of a Fenton and a Foley."

"That sounds like Sam," Dad said as the bus pulled up. We all piled in and took seats, me in the window seat, Dad in the aisle seat, and Alan sitting dutifully between us. To everyone else, it was just a normal day, since Jim and us have the same bus stop.

"Hey, Alex?" Dad asked quietly. "When are you gonna cast it?"

"Ssh!" Alan and I hissed.

"Sorry!"

"I'm gonna do it tomorrow," I answered. "The ghosts will hold them off today."

"I still can't believe it! In one day, I'll have my own body back!"

"SSH!" we nearly screamed. Everyone turned around and stared at us. I laughed nervously, then turned to Dad.

"Yeah, Jim, I know you're excited about beating that video game, but this is real life right now!"

"Sorry," he said again, "I forgot." The crazy thing is, he probably did.

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At school.

"Hey, Fentons!" Kara Baxter and Miguel yelled at us. Dad, Alan, and I all turned around.

"What?" Alan and I sighed. Dad, luckily, didn't say anything—or, move, for that matter. He must have been surprised to see two of his classmates' kids.

"You know what time it is, huh, Clone Girl?" Kara asked.

"Just before first period, why?" I asked.

"No reason," she said, coming closer to me and my—open locker. Darn, I know why now! Just as I suspected, she picked me up and threw me into my locker, shutting he door in my face. "No reason at all." I heard a growl, then, "Calm down, Jim," from Alan. Then, laughter. Luckily, the laughter got quieter and quieter.

"Goons gone?" I whispered.

"Coast clear," Alan answered. I phased out of my locker, right on top of Dad. Alan pulled me up quickly, though. "You're casting it tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

" 'Cause they're gonna be targets. Dad knows a Baxter when he sees one."

" 'Clone Girl'?" Dad asked.

I blushed. "In fifth grade, I had short hair and he had longish hair. We looked the same except for the eyes."

"Oh."

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After school.

"C'mon, we don't wanna miss the bus again!" Alan yelled. The three of us ran for the doors only to find—the bus pulling away. "Well," he sighed, "let's start walking." So, we did.

After fifteen minutes of walking, (we were taking our time, okay?) I heard something behind us. I turned around and saw what looked like a pair of yellowish-green eyes. "Jim," I said, "look behind us!" Dad turned around, as did Alan, and gasped.

"Well, well, well," said Plasmius as he came out from the shadows, "you've gotten smart, haven't you?"

"What do you mean?" I said nervously, thinking he knew about Dad.

"You're not alone today."

"Oh, right."

"Of course, that just means more fun for me." Plasmius came closer.

Dad got protectively in front of us. "Guys," he said to us, "RUN!" We didn't even question him; we just took off.

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With Danny, Danny's POV.

As soon as Alan and Alex were gone, I got into my normal offensive position. Funnily enough, Plasmius was doing the same thing. He looked up, saw me, and remarked, "You're quite good at copying people, but can you defend?" He dropped his offensive position and went into a position that would block a punch to the stomach. "This," he said, "is what you'll have to do to block my first attack." I decided to humor him, so I copied the move. "Good. Okay, ready? Here goes…." He ran towards me, then leapt in the air, his left foot aimed at my head. Seeing that, I grabbed his foot and flipped him over my head. He landed hard, and I winced.

"Okay," he said, getting up, "you've got defense down. Try offense." He got into a ready position, so I ran at him, a fist pulled back. He immediately went into a blocking position. I stopped, dropped down, and did a roundhouse kick, effectively throwing him off his feet. "Fine, kid, ya wanna play tough? I can play tough!" He threw what would have been a hard punch, but I ducked it and returned with a haymaker to his gut. He tried a kick, and I jumped back. I threw a punch at his head, but he barely dodged it. Then, he kicked out and threw a punch at the same time. I dodged the punch, but the kick hit its target and knocked me backwards. Plasmius stomped his foot down hard on my chest, and I put my hands on it to try to push it off. Unfortunately, I didn't have my strength right then.

"Say 'good-bye', kid," Plasmius said, pressing down harder. I got really mad at this guy.

Suddenly, my eyes glowed green beneath closed eyelids. (Yeah, I can tell.) Wait, I HAVE MY POWERS! Boy, is he in for it! "Good-bye!" I yelled, throwing my hand up, causing Plasmius to be hit by an ectoplasmic beam. He flew backwards and landed hard, again.

"WHAT?" he screamed. "But, how—? She found out, didn't she?"

"Yep," I said happily, standing up. "Now, you have got to go."

I was aiming another beam at him when he said, "Wait!"

"What?"

"The only reason why I killed you was to save Alex, Alan, and Sammy."

"THEY WEREN'T IN TROUBLE!"

"Yes, they were. Vlad knew we were fighting each other for a while. He sent his vultures after the twins and Sam, but only told me. The only way I could save them was if I killed you and became a Plasmius."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Okay, look, I need you to come to Sam's house tomorrow after the kids get home from school. Alan's gonna hold you off while Alex casts the incantation. Just, play along with them, okay? Then, we can be one person again!" I held out my hand. "Deal?"

"Deal. He took it—and threw me into a nearby tree.

"What?" I asked, confused.

He just laughed. "You always were extremely gullible, you know that?"

"Why I oughta—!" I grumbled, getting up. I was ready to beat the crud out of him. He punched me in the stomach, and I fought hard to stay standing. I was about to fire another beam when suddenly—

I was in the Ghost Zone.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" I screamed as loud as I could, hoping he could still hear me.

"Who ya gonna kill, Fenton?" Ember walked over to me, guitar in hand. Must be practice time. " 'Cause right now, I'm gonna kill you if you don't drop the act and play right."

"Huh?" I said, extremely confused. Then, I remembered. Jim had been in my place. "Sorry, McLane, my daughter Alex switched me and her friend. The incantation just wore off. I was screaming at—oh no! Jim's with Plasmius!" I gasped, eyes wide. I took off for Skulker's Lair. Once there, I explained the situation to him. "Please, I need you to get Jim out of there!"

"Will do." And he was gone. I sighed, "Alex, you'd better be careful tomorrow…!"

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A/N: Uh-oh! Plasmius knows about their plans! What's he going to do to stop them? Find out next time! (Or, the time after that )