Because it's my birthday… I'm giving you all a present, and trying to update! Haha.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in here.

Note that has nothing to do with this story: Okay… Has anyone else noticed that when Mr. Lancer shouts stuff off, such as, "The Cask of Amontillado," they are actually relevant to what's happening? If you realize this fact, and think about it, they're actually funny, not just stupid. I found the above example very funny for some reason. The whole, locked in a janitor's closet, where as Fortunato was left to die in a crypt, is hilarious.

Back to real notes: I should have said this before, but sorry for my spelling and grammar mistakes. I do read through, but things do escape me.

Umm… I guess it's just easiest if I refer to the evil future Danny as Dan Phantom. (shrug)

Remember, thoughts are in italics.

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Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

DING

Danny woke up on the couch a few hours later, his head pounding. He glared at the clock as it chimed the top of the hour. Scanning the room, he heard light conversation coming from the kitchen. He walked in that direction, and, upon seeing dinner set on the table, forgot his headache completely, sat in the only open seat, and began to fill his plate.

Looking up from a bite of chicken, he stared into the faces of his family. He swallowed.

"You look a little better, little brother." Jazz smiled at him.

Danny slowly nodded his head, a thought passing through his mind of, why am I not feeling as drained?

Jazz leaned over to him, "I made them take off the Anti-Ghost Wristbands." She explained.

Danny's mouth formed a small 'O,' no wonder his wrists weren't as heavy. He unconsciously began to rub his wrists. His gaze then shifted from his sister to his parents, their eating slow and deliberate, their eyes not watching what they were shoving into their mouths, but, instead, watching their children.

Maddie shook her head, stood up, took her plate to the sink, and quietly placed it in. She then turned on her heel and walked down to the lab.

'Some more time to think' she rationalized with herself. Thoughts flew through her head quicker than lightening, hunting the ghost boy-- Danny, the incident at the mayor's… Those red eyes. Maddie again shook her head, but the thought kept coming back…

Dan Phantom

Red Eyes

Evil

Danny looked at his sister, mouthing, 'I'm going to go talk to her,' before she nodded.

Danny slowly walked down to the lab, to find his mom tinkering away at a small device. From his spot at the bottom of the stairs, Danny watched for a minute.

Maddie picked up a small screw driver and began to fiddle with it, before she really looked at what she was working on. The Fenton Booooomerang. She glared at it, throwing it away from her, before it switched directions, flying behind her. A loud thud was heard, followed by a slight 'ow,' but Maddie ignored it, grabbing another invention, almost in disgust.

After a few more minutes of simply standing there, rubbing his once again throbbing head, Danny knocked on the wall. Maddie continued to ignore everything except her tinkering.

"Mom- I-"

Suddenly, a small beeping filled the lab, cutting Danny off. An electronical voice followed, "Ghost detected."

Maddie turned around to face her son, a bland look on her face. "Ghost ahead. You would be an idiot to not notice the ghost." The voice continued.

"All this time, I convinced myself there were malfunctions with the equipment. But they weren't, were they?"

Danny shook his head walking over to his mom and turning off the ghost detection device. He put a hand on his mother's shoulder. "Mom, please. Why won't you talk to me?"

Maddie shrugged the hand off, causing Danny to pull it back, hurt. She sighed, covering her face with her hands. "Daniel, I hate to do this to you. But, give us time to think. Please?"

Danny was hurt by the distant sound in his mom's voice. They were his parents, they were supposed to protect him, not be afraid of him.

"Sure," He finally said after a moment's pause. "I'll be at Tucker's house."

Maddie nodded, her eyes fixed on something in the distance, trying to bring her mind together in one precise, possibly scientifically, explaining, thought.

Danny walked up the stairs, expecting to quietly leave to house.

But that's never how things happen.

"HE IS YOUR SON! DAMNIT DAD!" Jazz's voice was filled with malice as she stood over her father, her hands placed squarely on the kitchen table as he stared ahead into space, sitting much like her wife in the lab below.

It was obvious Jazz had been screaming at her father like this since Danny had gone down to the lab. Her rant stopped as she spotted her brother.

"I'm heading over to Tucker's," he simply stated, and left.

"Danny-" Jazz started.

Maddie appeared at the top of the stairs just as the slamming of the front door could be heard.

"NOW SEE WHAT YOU'RE STUPID PARANOIA HAS DONE!" Jazz continued.

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Just as he said he would do, Danny went to Tucker's house and the two sat down in front of Tuck's TV, playing a video game.

"I'll just stay away for a while, they need time to think. Right?"

Tucker nodded, "Yeah. In the meantime, just roll with the punches." He paused, "And when I say that, I'm talking about the game as well. I'm so kicking your butt!"

Danny sighed, but he couldn't help to smile. At least Tucker's opinion of him would never change.

Give everyone a few hours to clear their minds.

But, as Tucker had said, in the meantime- Danny turned back to the problem at hand. Beating Tucker.

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Maddie's fingers drummed the back of her neck, her eyes burning a hole through the floor.

Across the living room, Jack sat, his arms folded across his chest, mouth open, burning an equal hole into the ceiling.

"This isn't helping." Maddie suddenly spoke up.

"Huh?" Jack's face jerked down, looking at his wife.

Maddie feel back on the couch. "My mind is just confused!"

Jack shared the same feelings. "Just need more time to think." He closed his eyes.

Just

Need

Some

Time

To

Think

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As the Fenton family continued their thinking, someone else was doing some thinking of his own.

At the edge of town, a lone figure floated, planning the final stages of his plan.

And what perfect timing he had. But that's what makes a plan fall in place. Give it the right timing and anything can happen.

The figure smiled.

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And there it was. The thing you all knew was coming. The plot twist. For what is a story without it? Yeah.

Okay yes. I know. My chapters need to be longer. I SWEAR I sit down every time and say, "I'll make this one longer!" But then I find such a good ending spot and anything else that I've written afterwards gets switched to another document for the next chapter. So is it okay that I substitute longer chapters with update more often?

Questions: Is it corny? (especially the scene with Tucker, but, something needed to be thrown in so you guys know it's not going to turn into one of those fics where Danny runs away or something... Okay?)

So, any complaints, comments, or questions. Please ask away. I'm all ready to answer and/or improve.

Another note that has nothing to really do with the story: My own little rant here. (That seems to be the author note topic is notes just randomly here today… looks away…) Usually when you read a fic where Danny and Sam have a child, the child has ghost powers. My problem with this is… Do a Monohybrid (or even a Dihybrid) cross, you'll see, that most likely, the child will not have ghost powers. At least that's what I found when I did it. Please, prove me wrong. (Haha. That seems like such a stupid rant because yes… I know… I'm over thinking it… this is a fan site… I shouldn't be thinking about stupid stuff like reality… I should just shut up about it… which I'm going to do… NOW)

Ahh… Author's notes are getting too long once again. Sorry.

Well, thanks for reading. Please feel free to comment and thanks again.

GhostWolf676