Author's note: originally this was going to be a three part story, but I decided that I might just expand it to a four part. Still toying with the idea. Anyway I just realized that I had no disclaimer, so just to keep the evil munchkins of doom happy I proclaim that anything I write fan fiction on I do not own, other then any characters, the actual story ideas and any sarcastic comments in manage to write. Plus really come on this is fan fiction hence the word fan, as in writing on something that already exists with its own copyright laws. Anyway enough of my rants thank you all for the review and looking at the fruits of my labours.

On with the story…

The Nasty Burger was in shambles after the original explosion it was torn in half. Large chunks of twisted metal scattered around the lot, the remaining floor cracked and in some places completely crumbled. The huge sign proclaiming to the world, in once luminescent letters that this was a fast food restaurant. And somehow in all this carnage, the large vat filled with a highly combustible sauce was still intact. The large grill used to cook meat currently glowing an ominous red as it leaned against the metal pots, a ticking time bomb.

At this moment there was an out of shape balding middle aged man standing in front of the blasted remains of the door. The sun was just starting to set, its various hues spread across the town. The man had a frown on his face, especially when he was nearly blinded by the headlights of the rather peculiar RV that just pulled up in the lot.

Inside this particular vehicle were three people, or at least two were, the third was pretending to be human. The first and most probably the energetic was world renown ghost hunter Jack Fenton, most of the time acting like a large exuberant child, presently had a serious expression of his face, most likely due to the call from his son's teacher.

The real genius behind the Fenton team and the only woman in the RV, Maddie Fenton, who sat in the front, was looking at her offspring with worry. Recently her son's behavior was different from previous months, almost like he was a different person. She was beginning to suspect a ghost had taken over her son's body, she just wishes that that isn't the case.

The final part of the trio was of course Danny Fenton, or here Dan Phantom pretending to be Danny. Currently there was a sinister smile plastered on his face, and if one looked carefully, a slight hint of red in his eyes. For him everything was going according to plan. His goody-goody self was trapped in a future ghost zone, he was about to insure his existence, and he now had a chance of getting rid of his cheese head enemy and his portal all in one go. His 'mother' was currently talking to him, not that he cared, she would soon be dead, but not before he got to see the expression on her face when he revealed the fact that her son was half ghost. Afterlife was good.

After the three exited the vehicle, Mr. Lancer began to explain Danny's situation, just after 'his' parents started questioning him Sam and Tucker entered the scene, shouting truths about the dangers of the immediate area. Their teacher responded, quite sourly, about interruptions.

The teens became quite frantic, they were about to do something that they would regret, before Jazz entered the parking lot. She was wearing the armored Fenton Peeler, and had it pointed at her 'brother'. When her mother asked what was going on, she responded "that's not Danny" while activating the gun.

The results were quite spectacular, as a large lime green beam engulfed the body of Danny, the skin of the boy cracked, before peeling off in a rubber like ectoplasm substance. What was revealed what a much older being; the familiar 'D' symbol was on his chest; however that was were the familiarity ended. This ghost was built, and the mostly white HAZMAT suit showed it. He had ivory fire for hair, luminous crimson eyes, and wicked fangs. The elder Fentons immediately reacted to this new found information.

Their guns were charged and ready to fire at any moment, the figure that was currently the target of the two ghost hunters, was laughing while picking himself up from his hands and knees. They asked where their son was, and he just continued to laugh, then the truth came out, he was there son, or had been at one time. He happily pointed out their incoherence of being paranormal experts, because they couldn't even tell that their own flesh and blood was half ghost, half dead.

Before anyone else could react, they found themselves bound by energy to the heating pots of potential explosives. The Phantom was still laughing, almost like a madman, which, almost everyone there had assumed so. The warning signal on the heaters was beeping, showing that time had almost run out.

Then Phantom stopped laughing.

TBC…

Usual R & R