Hey! Here's the third chapter, sorry it's sorta short, but I've got an idea for the forth chapter, and I have a feeling it'll be long, and this is just where I wanted to stop. Also, if you can find the one thing that's 'missing' through this chapter, you get mentioned for your deductive skills. 'Cause I can. Also, I put Amity Park in CA because I want this to be semi-close to San Fransisco, like two hours by car, forty-five minutes by flying and about a second and a half by Orb. Oh yeah, I don't own Charmed or Danny Phantom, go figure.
Charmed Sakura: Thanks! I really love reviews! Maybe if I got more of them, I'd have something better to say than just 'thanks', you think? Hinthint
deranged black kitten of doom: Nod nod No taste at all. Yes the Charmed Ones exist. No, Chris didn't know about Danny just because Jazz was his teacher, I just thought it'd be one of those neat little coincidinces that might prove to be more. And I still haven't figured out yet if Darklighters affect Chris, so...Yes, Chris is a halfa, as you'll soon see. No, they can't do spells and stuff 'cause they're not magical, they're ghostly. Heh, Mr. Future Consequences. I like that, mind if I borrow it?
There and Back Again
Broken Pipes
"Say goodbye, ghost child."
Chris didn't know what happened, really. But the next thing he knew, a light started at his chest and seperated into two glowing rings of something, traveling opposite of each other, and he felt life drain away, but he knew he wasn't dead. In a panic, he threw his hand up, in the intent of using the power he no longer had, telekinesis, to push the two ghosts apart. It didn't work like that.
What did happen was his hand charged up with a blue sort of energy and suddenly let loose, streaming out to slam into the metalic ghost, knocking him back and setting off the weapon, but at a safer angle, away from either him or the ghost boy.
"Goodbye." The ghost boy said in a cocky tone, as he turned to see who had thrown his attacker off of him, and he grinned, "You again! Who are you?"
Chris answered him, "Chris Halliwell. You?" He asked, and watched as the ghost boy suddenly looked confused.
"My name is, uhm...Phantom. Danny Phantom. You're a halfa?" Danny Phantom asked, pulling Chris out of the sudden flash of raven hair and blue eyes.
"Yes, he is!" An accented voice suddenly said from behind Chris and he whirled around just in time to see the other ghost shoot some sort of glowing net at him. Chris fell to the floor with a gasp as he was tangled into the glowing threads, and there was an exclaimation of someone saying 'I knew it!' from around the corner, and suddenly all eyes were turned.
"Tucker! Use the PDA!" Phantom called, and Chris blinked, from this place inside the net, as a black teen with a red baret walked up and started to fiddle with a portable computer in his hand, and Chris suddenly snorted at it. It looked like a well-perserved relic! But Chris' attention was pulled to the largest of the ghosts, who put his wrist up to his face as he read the words that suddenly appeared.
"Time to go back to the Ghost zone?" He blinked at the statement, but suddenly the jetpack from his exo-skeleton popped out and he phased through the roof, he called, "I'll get you, ghost children!"
"Well," Chris spoke, breaking the silence that had fallen over the three that remained, "As odd as that was, will either of you be helping me out anytime soon?" He asked, and watched at both of the boys suddenly became animated and started to work on the ghost net. "Who was that, anyway? And what's a halfa? Are you one too?" The boys looked at each other, and Tucker nodded to Phantom, who took a breath and nodded back, rings of light passing over him, and leaving in his place Danny Fenton. "Y-you're that kid from my class!"
Danny nodded, "That was Skulker," He said, pointing to the ceiling, "This is Tucker," He geustered to the boy beside him, who was still working on the net, "Yes I'm a halfa, and you are, too." With a questioning look, he asked, "Didn't you know?"
"I don't know what a halfa is!" Chris exclaimed.
"Uh, right, well, a halfa if someone who's half ghost half human, a halfa is someone who can switch between being in a human form and ghost form, getting the powers of a ghost, too."
Chris finally got loose of the net and saw the rings of light go up and down his body, changing him back into what he presumed to be the human form. "So, I'm only half dead?" He asked, for clarification.
Tucker nodded, "We thought Danny was the only one. He got turned into a halfa in a lab accident, how did you change?"
Chris thought about that, "Well," He scratched the back of his neck, noticing the lights flickering back on in the hallway he had come from, but he didn't give it any real thought, "I died." Chris shrugged, he had gotten over that fact soon after he had come back from...where ever it was that he had been, after he 'died.' "Guess I'm not as dead as I thought, eh?"
Danny stood up, as did Tucker and Chris, and looked around, "I don't think this is the best place to talk about this, guys." Chris said, looking around the hallway, not sure if they should be talking about ghosts and the like when it was possible there were still teachers that could be listening on their conversation.
Danny agreed, "We could talk at my house. The basement is really big and I don't think my parents will find it weird if they hear ghost-talk." He frowned, "Well, just no halfa talk, I guess."
Chris nodded, "Come on, I'll drive us there."
It wasn't long after that Chris pulled up to the Fenton household, "Nice sign," He commented, dryly, as he parked and turned off the ignition, and got out of the green jeep.
Danny grumbled a little and got out of the passenger side and watched as Tucker hopped out, "My parents are inventors slash ghost hunters, but they don't know about what exactly happened in the accident, okay?" He walked up to the door and pulled out his key, and unlocked the door, missing Chris' amused look. "What is your name, anyway? First you're Dr. Pip, now you're Mr. Halliwell?"
Chris's amused look was wiped off his face as he coughed, "Well, uh, I said I died, didn't I? My real name is Chris Perry Wyatt-Halliwell, my second name is Cristoph Peregrin. I can't just be walking around as a dead guy, can I?" 'I especially can't be walking around when there's a week old baby with the exact same name, either.' He internally thought, but didn't say it out loud, he didn't think that either of the teens needed to know that.
"Long name," Tucker mused as they walked into the kitchen, heading for the basement, at the same time Danny said, "I guess so."
"Hi, Mom, hi, Dad. Tucker and me are gonna go do homework. This is Chris, a new guy at school. Bye!" Danny said hurriedly as he pushed Chris to the door that lead downstairs before his parents had a chance to look up from the work they were doing at the kitchen table.
"Hi Danny..." Maddie started, but he and Tucker were already halfway downs the stairs.
"Bye Danny..." Jack finished, and turned to Maddie, who shrugged and they went back to working on their newest invention.
"So you're a dead guy?" Tucker asked without premeable once they were situated, sitting on a table in the basement, all in a circle facing each other.
"Maybe? I thought you said I was half and half?" Chris turned his head toward Danny.
"So you're not dead, but you died?" Tucker asked without letting Danny speak.
Chris shrugged, "I guess so?"
"Why aren't you freaking out?" Danny asked, before Tucker could ask anything else. This had been bugging him since he saw how calm Chris had been the whole car drive over, and it was bugging him. "I mean, you were attacked by a ghost hunter, who's a ghost, too, by the way, and now you find out that ghosts really exist and you're half ghost, too!"
Chris thought about that, "Well, I already knew that ghosts existed, I just hadn't personally met one. And about me being a halfa? Well, I've been weirder. Like this time my brother turned me into a cartoon for a little while, or the time that I was turned into a girl, or a dog, too..." He shrugged, "I've been weirder."
"You're brother did that? How?" Danny asked, pretending not to notice that Tucker had taken out his PDA and was making notes.
"Well, he's got powers, too. Alot of powers." Chris shifted a little, "I guess I'm used to it."
Danny thought about that, but then he decided to change the subject, after seeing the sad look on his face when Chris talked about his brother, "So, I guess since you didn't know you're a halfa, you don't know how to control your powers?" Chris shook his head 'no' and Danny continued, "I'll teach you then."
For the next hour and a half Danny taught Chris how to keep from going intangible and turning invisible on accident, atleast, as much as he knew how, but flying seemed to be a problem.
"What do you mean, you can't fly?" Danny Phantom asked, from his perch in the air, above Tucker and Chris, that they had to crane their necks to look at him.
"I'm telling you, I can't fly!" Chris said, frustrated. "I've been trying for the last fifteen minutes and I! Just! Won't! Float!" He hopped inbetween words to prove his point. He was in ghost form, having been taught how to control his changes first thing, and they had yet to figure out a name for his 'super-hero-alter-ego.'
Tucker looked thoughtful, "Maybe he's afraid of heights?"
Chris laughed at that ridiculous thought, "First of all, even if I do start flying, since we're in the basement, I'll be lower than the ground, so I technically wouldn't be high at all, and second of all, I've been much, much higher up." He claimed, remembering the times he spent, sitting on the Golden Gate Bridge, watching the world go by.
Tucker was about to say something when Maddie called down the stairs, "Danny! It's time for dinner! Tucker and..." She paused for a second, and she asked Jack something quietly, then turned back to the stairs, "Chris can stay if you like!"
Danny quickly dropped to the ground at his mother's voice, changing back to Danny Fenton, he saw Tucker's nod, and turned to Chris, who shrugged and nodded, "Sure."
"Coming!" Danny called up the stairs as he ran up to get dinner, followed by Tucker, it smelled like pasta and sauce, from what he could tell.
Chris changed back to human mode and followed at a more sedate sedate pace, smiling to himself as he watched the energetic teens race each other to the food. Chris got to the top of the stairs, he introduced himself as Danny's teacher who was helping him with history, and that story was quickly taken at face value and they settled down to eat. Jack, who was on the phone, suddenly hung up and walked over to the table, explaining to his wife, "I just called the repairman, he said he could come and fix sink real soon."
Just then the doorbell rang. "That was fast!" Jack exclaimed, walking to the front door and opening it, seeing a blonde man with a tool belt around his waist and a toolbox in his hand standing there with his hand on the doorbell.
"Hi, I'm Leo Wyatt, were you the one that called about some broken pipes?"
In the kitchen, a fork clattered to the plate from suddenly nerveless fingers.
"Chris?" Danny asked, concerned and a little confused at the other halfa's suddenly pale face.
"Dad?" Chris whispered, disbelievingly, to himself as he stood up quickly and looked like he was about to make a break for it, when Jack walked back in with Leo, who stopped dead(A/N: no pun intended, really!) at the sight of the brunette at the table.
"Chris!" Suddenly, Chris felt himself enveloped by Leo's strong arms, "What...how? Why? What are you doing here?"
Chris smiled to himself, and hugged his dad back, then stepping back, "Before I answer any of that, I think you should fix the Fenton's sink."
A confused and delighted Leo Wyatt only nodded numbly and did as his son told him to, all the while Chris was panicking inside, wondering to himself, over and over, what he was going to do, when Leo snapped out of his confusion and started to ask the hard questions.
Sitting down, Chris started to eat again, ignoring the confused look the Fenton family(and a Foley) was giving him.
A/N: See? I'm evil, leaving it like that. Leo is sort of in that confused stupor that you have no idea what's going on, so you just do what someone suggests you do 'cause you don't know what you're really doing. Get it? Good, I don't, either. Please be nice and leave a review, even if what you have to say isn't really that nice, because I love to read feedback!
Serina Kat