Disclaimer: Danny Phantom and all related characters are the product of Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon studios. Fiona, Elegy, Nocturne, Kat/Electra, the Ghost Master, and all related characters are the product Silent Elegy.


The creature shifted uneasily as it watched the master write. Master called it Contrivance, but it preferred Fiona. It had enjoyed being Fiona, and it missed bro-that is, Danny. It promised to be good, so the master had let it out. Master had no idea what it had planned.

It missed Danny. It had a lot of fun in Danny's world, and it wanted to go back. It shifted its incorporeal form to become a feminine mirror image of the boy and grinned. Wouldn't he be surprised to see it again? It went into ghost mode and floated, quietly and invisibly, through the door.

It passed several of the master's other creatures, lounging or chatting. One in particular it was careful to avoid. That one, Panic he called himself, could see things that were invisible. And, true to his name, he panicked and started screaming whenever it happened.

It momentarily considered bringing him along, but decided against it. It would have been amusing to watch, but he was considerably more trouble than he was worth. Still, it had no idea what it was going to do when it got back. Danny had informed it in no uncertain terms that Fiona Fenton was not welcome.

It paused before the entrance to his world and shrugged. It would figure that out as it went along.


"Oh, right, because being a guy is so much harder a girl!" Sam exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The argument had started thanks to Dash, who pushed Danny into his locker again. A normal enough happenstance, but it had been a bad day already. He'd been chasing a ghost literally all night and managed about five minutes of sleep during first period. That was possibly the most sleep he'd gotten in two days. And the worst part was that it was the Ghost Master he had been chasing.

He was quickly beginning to regret letting the team from Louisiana stay.

"Hey, at least you don't have to worry about being shoved in your locker every five minutes!" he retorted. "All you have to worry about is what color lipstick to wear!"

Sam huffed angrily. "Excuse me? I think you have me confused with Paulina!"

"Whatever! All I'm saying is you girls don't have near the problems guys do."

"Maybe you should try being one! I'm going home. Call me when you stop being so pigheaded."

Danny crossed his arms and turned away as she left. Tucker looked between the two of them, torn between concern and laughter. Finally deciding that he didn't much want to hang around with either of them in that kind of mood, he patted his friend's shoulder. "Hey, I got to go, too, man," he explained. "She'll cool down pretty soon; don't worry."

"I'm not worried," Danny just barely managed not to snap. He sighed and waved goodbye, then headed for home.

Now that Sam was gone, he felt kind of bad, but not enough to apologize. She just didn't understand what it was like to be a guy.

"Hi! Danny!" squealed a voice he thought had heard the last of. He cringed and turned just in time for his feminine mirror image to throw herself around his neck happily. "I have missed you so much!" she squealed again.

"Fiona!" he exclaimed, freeing himself from her grasp. "What are you doing here? How did you get out again?"

She grinned happily and bounced around on the balls of her feet. "Master said I could come back if I was really, really, really good! So I was! But she wouldn't let me come back yet, so I snuck out. Have you missed me?"

"No," he answered shortly, wishing he had brought the Fenton Thermos with him.

Fiona pouted for a moment, then smiled slyly. "I heard your argument. You're a very bad boy."

Danny rolled his eyes and started to walk away. "Fiona, go home."

She giggled and dodged around in front of him. "Uh-uh," she said, wagging her finger. "I think you need to learn a lesson. This is gonna be fun!"

"What is?" the boy demanded. As he watched, Fiona's form wavered and melted into something that looked half liquid and half clear gas. He momentarily wondered if that was her true form, then she shot straight through him.

He gasped and staggered back, more from surprise than anything. It didn't hurt, although it did burn a little. Mostly, he felt like he had gotten the wind knocked out of him. Suddenly, his legs didn't want to support his weight, and he went to his knees. He felt…weird, to put it mildly. Out of place in his own body.

"Now, you can see how the other half lives," Fiona whispered next to his ear. She giggled. "Danielle."

He staggered to his feet and turned, but she was gone. She had mispronounced his…name… He made the mistake of glancing down.

…Her name?