BOO!…Did I scare you? Be honest.

!SAVE THE GHOST WE LOVE THE MOST!!

As some of you have heard, they're planning on canceling Danny Phantom next year! (heart attack!) God forbid this should ever happen, though we all knew it would come some day-But there's only been 3 season! Well…at least there will be. Butt-with two T's because butt is better then but-there is something that we can do. What might this be, you're asking? Sign petitions-write letters-anything! I only have one petition and it's

www. petitionspot. com/ petitions/ SaveDannyplease (take out spaces)

Stick it to the man, you guys-SAVE DANNY-or at least put in an effort to- AND I SHALL GIVE YOU ALL DELICIOUS COOKIES! Even if you don't participate, you still receive a cookie because you actually took the time to read this. Aren't I nice?

Horselvr4evr123: aww…you're just saying that. Either that or you DO care…no, I won't believe it! Haha, but, nevertheless, thanks. As for updating soon, I'm trying, but, you see, there's a bit of a problem…I type slow ). Haha. Oh well, I'll make do.

lonelobo09: Eww, the bell rang on you? School sucks like that. As for this whole "is he killing people or not" debate, I'm pretty sure this chapter should explain why…or it mighty confuse you more. Who knows.

dArkliTe-sPirit: O my god, I am terrified of that Lunch Lady as well! Haha-it's the crazy one from Mystery Meat that took a cheeseburger out of her pocket! What was it doing in there anyway?…hmm, that's something for us to think about…Ha, yes, Danny is quite the sly dog, or at least he likes to think so. Whateves, it's all good.

Sleep Warrior: Yay dreams! That means pudding!…I think. E-GASP! You've gone from the sleep warrior, to 'Sleep Warrior'. That's epic. Ha, my new favorite word, what do you think? (rolls eyes) Fine, if you must have the pudding, it's yours. I don't know why I had put that in that last chapter. My sister was making pudding so I was just like. "…okay, why not, I'm stuck anyway," and that's basically how it came into place…odd. Ha, I enjoyed your "beta" idea…I can't be it though, I'm not THAT mean…

Now, without further ado, here's chapter 9.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything-please don't hurt me!

Chapter 9
Departure In The Night

"And one, and two-keep sweating, keep moving! And one, and two-keep moving, you can't touch this!" Jazz repeated as she continued kicking and punching the air in front of her. She had almost beaten her record of 50,000 until Danny opened the door to his house, only to have Jazz's fist in front of his face.

"And one, and two-"

"Jazz," Danny stopped his sister as he lowered her hands. "…You're going to kill someone," Jazz took oh the virtual reality helmet and smiled at her brother.

"You're just jealous because you don't got the moves!" she mocked, hitting his shoulder teasingly.

"Oh yeah, Jazz," Danny said sarcastically as he walked into the kitchen. "I am just so jealous of you and your moves," Jazz followed her brother, the virtual reality helmet lodged between her arms and a grin on her face as she saw her brother reaching for a snicker doodle.

"So," she replied casually snatching the cookie from his hands. "Anymore wackadoo dreams?"

Danny frowned, scratched the back of his neck. "Sorta…Jazz, I have a question,"

"Shoot,"

"Let's say-hypothetically-that you found out you were doing something, but, you didn't you were,"

Jazz stopped eating the snicker doodle and tilted her head slightly. "…is Tucker wetting the bed again?"

Danny grinned as he rolled his eyes. "No… It's just that-if you were doing something you didn't know you were, and it was bad, what would you do about it once you found out?"

Jazz scratched her head as she chewed on the cookie. "Well," she gulped. "I don't really know. But now matter how bad it is, you should never run away from your problems, Danny. You need to face them head on with confidence!" she replied almost hitting his head again. "No matter what it is you have to give up in order to do it,"

Danny lowered his head slightly, but managed to smile to her answer. "Thanks, Jazz,"

"No problem," she shut her eyes, but opened them again quickly and looked at her brother. "…Why are you asking me this?"

"Uh…it's for…Shakespeare Honors class," he smiled nervously.

Jazz folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. She wasn't all that convinced. "Oh, really? What story are you reading?"

"Rip Van Winkle," he replied quickly without so much as a single expression.

"Oh-hey, wait a minute," Jazz paused. "Rip Van Winkle was just about some guy that fell asleep for twenty years…He didn't do anything bad."

"Uh…" Danny stammered. "Miss Gawky put a twist on the question,"

Jazz's face stiffened in disgust. "Oh, God, they're letting her teach that too!" Danny nodded. Jazz reached for her virtual reality helmet and put it back on. "Pft, forget I asked,"

"I will," he grinned as she walked off, striking the air and still repeating her little chant. The basement door swung open and Jack Fenton came into the room, his face and suit covered in ecto-goo.

"Hey, son," he smiled, snatching a cookie from Danny's hand. "Fun having no life?"

"Totally," Danny replied dryly. "Any chance of letting me off the hook?"

Jack Fenton scratched his chin, still chewing on the cookie. "Hmm...I don't know, Dan. Even though it was clearly all your mother's fault,"

"What?" Danny raised an eyebrow. "No it's not, you're the one grounded me-"

"The point is, it's not important who grounded who," his Dad explained. "It's that you need to realize your actions have consequences to them,"

"And that they might get me grounded?" Danny replied.

"Bingo. Now, if you excuse me," he grinned wiping the goop off his orange red jumpsuit. "I'm off to work on the Fenton Jet- apparently having it run on ghost energy wasn't the smartest idea…" Danny closed the door behind his Dad and walked off towards the stairs, where Jazz was still punching and kicking,

"And one, and two, and three, and four!" she constantly repeated. Danny rolled his eyes as he past her, trying to ignore her irritating chants. But that, unfortunately, was not so easy to do when she accidentally kicked over a large, blue vase that laid on a table. Danny stopped cold as he looked down at the broken pieces of glass and ash that rested on the floor. Jazz took of her helmet nervously and looked up at Danny, smiling sheepishly.

she nodded, biting her lower lip. "Uh…I can fix that,"

"Have fun cleaning up Great Grandpa Fenton's ashes," Danny smirked happily as he hopped upstairs. It felt sp good to finally have some sense of his humor restored.

Jazz sighed, looking at the mess of a floor that was in front of her. "Ah…poop,"

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FryerTuck: I know ur there Sam
FryerTuck: I can see u on computer screen!
Chaos: not in the mood, Tuck
FryerTuck: Oh, come on!
FryerTuck: ur not still ticked about this afternoon
Chaos: yes )

Tucker groaned and rammed his head against his keyboard.

FryerTuck: u depress me!
Chaos: I depress most people
FryerTuck: how touching

Sam grinned.

FryerTuck: u worried?
Chaos: about who
Chaos: Danny?
FryerTuck: yeah
FryerTuck: he seemed kinda freaked out over this whole thing, what with the weird dreams and such
FryerTuck: u don't think we should call and see if he's okay
FryerTuck: do u
FryerTuck: …
FryerTuck: Sam?
Chaos: I think if Danny wasn't really feeling that good he'd call us
FryerTuck: so u think he's okay
Chaos: yeah

Grimacing, Sam sighed at her own reply and sunk her head into her hands. "…I hope,"

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Applying the last coat of paint onto his model, Danny lounged back in his chair, looking quite pleased with his himself. He picked up the model of the red and black rocket and place it on his shelf, along with the rest of his collection. He scratched his chin, looking around the room. Smiling, he grabbed the blue and silver rocket in one hand and cupped his mouth with the other hand.

"Crr-This is Danny to Houston, Houston, do you read me? Crr-Houston to Danny, I read you loud and clear. Crr-Houston, we have a problem in sector 14, I repeat, we have a problem in sect-"

"DANNY!" a voice rang from behind the door. Danny jumped and hid the rocket behind his back.

"Uh…yeah?"

"WHO SMASHED THE VASE-"

"Jazz did it," Danny replied, laughing at his own reply. Without a word, he heard him trample down the stairs to his sister. Danny snickered to himself as he returned to his little game, only to be interrupted by Jazz screaming his voice from the first floor. He smirked, placing down his 'action figures' and reaching into his pocket, taking out the small nightlight and walked over to an outlet, placing it in and seeing the little fairy's eyes glow green.

"The only time you see the words 'Timmy' and 'read' in the same sentence, is if the word 'doesn't' is between them!" Danny managed to smile and laid down onto his bed, settling himself under the covers as he flickered off the light switch.

Hearing pots and pans rattle downstairs, Danny's head shot up from his bed as he attempted to look around the pitch black room. He slowly pulled off the sheets on his bed and tiptoed across the room into the hallway. He felt something cold beneath his foot as he reached the door and jumped. It was the Fenton Anti-creep stick; one of the only inventions his parents had made that had nothing to do with ghosts. He carefully reached for the bat, gripping it tightly in his hands as he creped down the stairs, whistling and trying to call the bird.

"Here, birdie, birdie, birdie," he called as he peeked into the kitchen. "Here bird-" he stopped dead as he felt something on his shoulder. He dropped the bat and it landed with a thump. Widening his eyes, he turned his head to see the crow perched on his shoulder, tilting it's head to the side. Danny sighed in relief, partially. "So…do you have something else to tell me?"

"CAW!" it screeched flapping it's wings off into the living room. Danny rolled his eyes, following the bird into the room.

"I didn't ask for freaken birds-and dieing people," he muttered to himself. But something was wrong as he walked into the room though. He felt the presence of someone else's footsteps lurking around the room. Danny paused, tightly gripping his hands into a fist and quickly spun around. But to his surprise, no one was there.

"Looking for someone," a voice spoke. Danny shot around, seeing a figure come out of the dark-The same duplication of his ghostly self he had seen the night before.

Danny narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. The ghost boy smirked, folding his arms as the reflection of the moon glimmered on his silver, white hair.

"You know me," he shrugged. "Just coming to say thank you for your help-I felt compelled to,"

Danny's eyes widened and he back up a step. "What-no- I did not kill those people. It was you!"

"Aw… lets not point fingers here," the ghost frowned.

"How are you here-why is it if I go ghost, you're still here-what is going on-...what are you?"

The ghost smirked again. "I am many things. As for answering your stupid little questions, perhaps it's time I told you a little story…You remember what happened about a week ago, right? When you were snooping around you're Dad's lab? You opened up one of those beakers and all that gray smoke came out of it,"

"So what, I felt fine afterwards. What does this have to do with anything?"

The ghost folded his arms behind his back, pacing the floor around Danny. "Funny, I thought you'd be smarter than this," Danny glared at him. "Now, I bet you didn't know this, but your Dad was working on something very important in that beaker,"

Danny bit his lower lip. "You?"

The ghost chucked slightly. "Something like that. More like…trying to create a ghost from scattered parts of D.N.A…some of which belonged to Danny Phantom,"

"Wait, you're me-"

"Interrupting people!…is very rued," The ghost snapped as he stamped his foot on the floor. Danny didn't say another word. "…as I was saying, through that smoke, I was aloud to enter your mind. I was free…but I was still trapped, feeding off of as much anger and torment I could get out of you. Until…I found out how to poison your mind in your sleep,"

Danny raised an eyebrow. "…You had me chasing crows in my sleep?"

"No!" the ghost rolled his eyes. "This, right now-and everything you have been going through when you wake up- has been a trance I created in your mind to keep you from knowing the truth,"

"…You're not real," Danny backed up. "You're only in my head-you're not real!"

"Oh, I'm more real than you think," the ghost grinned. "While you think you're off playing with sparrows-or whatever the hell they're called- you're really the one killing people…I guess you could say it's really a sort of partnership,"

"I saw you-it's not me doing this it's-"

"Whatever I'm doing…" the ghost cut in. "You're doing. You think I honestly wanted your stupid little friends to find all of this out? No. It was me who made you yell at them-me who made you end your little 'stakeout' before it even began. What-did you think you were having mood swings because you were pregnant?"

Danny sighed, biting his lip again and looking into the eyes of the ghost he wasn't quite sure of if it was him. "Why did you kill those people?"

"A few reasons, really," he explained. "I'm tiered of being stuck in this body. I could squish you like a bug right now-But then you'd only wake up and we'd both go through this each night again, and again, and again-until we both can't stand it! No, I plan on feeding off your mind until your completely destroyed from all of this,"

"But why'd you kill-"

"Robson?…I never liked his blue and orange checkered tie. Ugly color combination. As for the man at the warehouse, he was delivering a package to your parents I just couldn't let them have,"

"What was that?" Danny asked.

"Oh, they ordered this new ecto-gun. It's like a regular gun only it kills both humans and ghosts, you see. I don't know, maybe they just wanted it around for protection of some sort,"

Danny clenched his fists. "What did you do with it?"

A devilish grin stretched across the ghost's face. "Why are you asking me this…you put it in your pocket," Danny reached into his pocket, expecting to pull out nothing. But instead, felt a cool metal rub against his fingertips. He looked down at his pocket to see a bulge coming out of it. He pulled out the black gun with green lines drawn down it and gasped. The ghost folded one arm and scratched his chin with his other hand.

"Uh oh…" he grinned. "Someone's in trouble now," Danny's eyes burned with fury as he raised the gun and pointed it at the ghost. "Oh, now, why would you do that?" he asked. "I'm you remember. You kill me…you kill yourself," Danny sighed, dropping the gun to the floor and plopping back onto the couch.

"You're not real," he muttered to himself. "This is all in my head-GO AWAY!" he finally shouted.

"I'm not going anywhere…It was you killed your teacher,"

"Shut up!"

"You who killed that man at the warehouse-"

"Go away!" Danny snapped as the crow flew back into the room. It perched itself on the ghost's shoulder and crowed again. The ghost grinned, snatching the bird and holding it in his hands.

"And you know who else?" he smiled as he tightened his grip, so much that the bird suffocated as it was thrown onto the ground. "...you just killed that bird," Danny shot his head at the ghost to see he was no more-there was only him he saw in front of him. Same hair, same black pajama pants and white T-shirt and gray zip-up sweater on. The only thing different was the red eyes. He picked up Danny by his shirt and threw him onto the ground. Danny clenched his fists, standing up and blowing the replica of himself onto the ground.

"Leave me alone!" he demanded.

"You're never alone," he grinned. "Don't you see it yet? I'm starting to turn into you. You're the one that's leaving!" Danny refused to believe it. He lunged his fist at the replica against but he was thrown onto the ground. The last thing he saw was a foot about to hit his face…

Bolting up form his bead and drenched in cold sweat, Danny was shaking all over. He rubbed his face, breathing in deeply as he looked out the window.

He sighed. "I can't stay here,"

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Rolling over in her bed as the phone next to her bed rang, Sam groaned, yawning as she picked up the phone and placed it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Sam-it's Tucker!"

"Uhg…Tucker?" Sam managed to say through her yawn as she glanced at the clock. "It's four in the morning…go back to sleep,"

"Sam when did you last see Danny?"

"The last time I saw him was at school," she said, regaining her focus. "Why-Tucker, what's wrong?"

"Sam…he's gone!" were the last words Sam heard as she dropped the phone to the floor.

Aahhhh! Danny ran away! He's gone! Were did he go-what's going to happen-(GASP) WHO'S GOING TO SHUT OFF THE NIGHTLIGHT! Why the hell am I asking you this? I already know what's going to happen. HA! BUT YOU DON'T! IN YOUR FACE!…right. Anyway, hopefully this explained a bit. I hope you guys will come back soon and find out how the gang does without Danny...maybe I'll make then have a quest-I don't know! You never know what's going to happen with me doing this-I go crazy writing this-so much fun! YAY! Cookies for everyone once again!

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