For my friend Kitten. With tons of love.
This idea was from Kitten in the first place, and I'm forever grateful that she let me use it because this is gonna be fun! This is just the first chapter but I'm outlining this heavily in my head and I really think it's gonna be a fun fanfic to write.
I love yah, girly!
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. I am not Butch Hartman. I am Toast. Oh well. :D
MORE TO COME! IT'S ACTUALLY NOT A ONESHOT--OR AS ROMANCY AS MY OTHER STORIES! YAAAY! WOOOOT! HOORAH!
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Enjoy...
--EDIT-- I just realized I mentioned it was summer in this. I fixed that because it doesn't work well with the story anymore. Sorry for any confusion I may have caused. T.T
Danny Phantom was perched in a crouch position on the highest branches of a tree in the center of City Park. He wasn't afraid of being seen; he knew that there was no way anyone would see him. After all, it was an awesome lookout spot for any suspicious ghost activities. You could see all of Amity Park from the tops of trees.
His green eyes flicked lazily from the couples walking hand-in-hand across the park and then to his own home. The school was empty, just as Danny expected. After all, what why would a teenager be at school after it had just ended? Of course, Danny wished that some of them were in the school—it was much easier to protect the whole city when there weren't teenagers milling around constantly.
"Hey, loser!" a sharp female voice called from below. Danny let a smile spread across his face as he realized who it was immediately; Sam. He didn't have to look down to know her voice. But, he did look down, and saw her standing next to Tucker (who was clacking away at his PDA), a bemused expression on her face—probably due to the fact that he was sitting in a tree.
"Who are you calling a loser?" Danny chuckled as he fell from branch to branch gracefully, like any predator. He finally stopped while he was still cloaked in the canopy of trees, yet visible to Sam and Tucker. Tucker looked up at him, his teal eyes glinting slightly. Sam stuck her tongue out at him.
"You," she told him rather wistfully. "But what ever. Come on, your parents told us to come get you."
"Why?" Danny asked, confused and a little worried. Had they figured out he was part ghost? No, he told himself firmly. Besides, if Sam and Tucker had any thought in their head that that was the reason why they were calling him, they'd look much more worried than they did at that moment. They looked more like they were amused rather than upset about a possible Danny Phantom coverage blown.
"I think they have a new weapon," Sam said carefully, trying not to make Danny flinch. But it was no use. Every time Danny's parents made a new weapon, they got closer and closer to one that could actually kill—or dissect—Danny in less than a minute. It was impossible not to flinch when you were almost positive your life was at stake from your parents, yet again.
Tucker looked sheepishly up at him. "Sorry, man," he said as he shoved his PDA in his pocket. Danny quickly transformed into Danny Fenton, his alter-ego, and jumped down from the tree branch. Sam and Tucker looked around, making sure no one saw Danny changing as Danny dusted himself off and plucked all the leaves out of his hair. No need for his parents to know he had just spent the last four hours sitting in a tree and looking for ghost activities.
"Okay, then," Danny sighed wearily as the trio began to walk away from the park and towards Danny's house. Danny was dreading which new contraption his parents had built this time; was it something that found ghosts in the house constantly? Or was it a new way to split a ghost, 'molecule by molecule'? He shuddered at the last thought, not wanting to think for a moment how painful it would be to become split in half—literally.
They walked into his house, Sam staring at Danny worriedly, Tucker looking confused and bemused, and Danny just looking very worried. Before he could hide his face from his parents, Maddie and Jack popped up in front of them, holding a very distressed-looking Jazz in their clutches, maddening smiles on both of their faces. Jazz glared at Danny, her soft eyes screaming at him that it wasn't as bad as they thought—it was worse.
"Hey, Danny!" Jack boomed loudly, causing Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and Danny's heads to vibrate. "Guess what we found out!"
"Er…what?" Danny asked weakly, almost not wanting to know what he had found out. Sam let fear flash across her face as Tucker patted his PDA carefully, ready to shut down anything Jack or Maddie threw at them. Jazz tried to break free of her father's clutches, but it was impossible—his forefinger could have wrapped around her arm in a flurry of defeat. She stood no chance for his whole hand.
"We've figured out that humans can be ghosts also! But here's the thing; they're still human…yet their ghosts. How awesome is that?" Maddie nearly started jumping up and down with joy as she proclaimed the words. Her grip loosened on Jazz's arm while she tugged at it defiantly and broke free. She dug her fingernails in between Jack's massive hand and pried him off of her. Finally free, she dodged away from her parents and joined the line of teenagers, happy to be considered a quote: 'child' for once.
"That's great," Danny told them weakly, trying to hide his paling face, sure that if they saw it they would know his secret. Sam froze beside him as Tucker's fingers twitched by his side, regretting for once that they didn't throw him a weapon such as the 'booo-merang' or something that could be deactivated quickly and easily. "How'd you manage that?" After all, he was sure they all—including Jazz—wanted to know that piece of information. Surely they hadn't figured out Danny was part ghost…or Vlad…
"We finally found ghost DNA," Maddie gushed, while at the same time Jack was shouting, "We were looking at one of our ghost thermoses and boom!" Danny couldn't stop himself—his face turned chalk white as he realized his parents had found his DNA. He hoped to the gods that they hadn't realized the DNA matched their son's…
Maddie stepped aside to let her husband tell the story, knowing that her voice was weak in comparison to his, and would most likely not be heard if she even tried to. "We found ectoplasm and looked at it under the microscope and then we saw that there was a DNA strand that looked similar to a humans so we compared one of our DNA strands and WHAM—it matched as well as matching that of a ghost's DNA so we realized that it is possible for ghost DNA and human DNA to merge together," he said in one outrageously long run-on sentence, never pausing to take a breath.
Danny felt as if the room was closing in on him. His onyx hair felt plastered to his face uncomfortably, perspiration dripping down his face as if the room was as hot as a furnace. His turquoise eyes were pulled into slits as he tried to unravel what his parents had told them.
Okay, he told himself firmly. So they found my ectoplasm. At least they haven't figured out that it was me, he told himself in a calming tone. They don't know it was their son. At least they didn't get that far into the equation.
"Oh," he said. "That's cool."
Sam was still stiff to his right, Tucker's face fighting not to twitch. Jazz's arms were folded in anger as she glared up at her parents hatefully. Danny wasn't sure where she came along in the problem, but he didn't care at the moment. All he cared about was that his parents might have found out his secret.
"So we're going to keep trying to figure out how to create one of these human-ghost hybrids!" Maddie exclaimed happily, as if that were something to be overly excited about. "We won't give up until we find out how to make one…or, who ever that one was. If we can find him or her, then we'll just rip them apart, but until then…," her voice trailed off as she beamed at her two children and their friends as if she had just won the Noble Peace Prize. Danny gulped slightly.
"Well, we have a lot of homework," Danny struggled as he grabbed Jazz's, Sam's, and Tucker's arms in a death grasp. "We better get working on it. Jazz can help us—she promised at school. Have fun with…what ever you're doing." Danny slipped past his parent's disappointed faces and up the stairs, where he collapsed on his bed angrily.
"Shit," he said. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."
"Dear Lord," Jazz moaned, looking at the door with an upset expression.
"How did you get dragged into this?" Sam asked hastily.
"I can't believe this," Tucker said as he pulled out his PDA to make a quick mental note to remind Danny to make sure that none of his DNA get left anywhere on the ghost hunting equipment.
"They questioned me," Jazz told them in a bitter voice. "'Do you know who the ghost-human hybrid is?' 'Do you know how it left the ectoplasm on the thermos?' 'Do you know anything about it?' Blah, blah, blah. I just kept denying everything. I hope they believe me." She made a face at the last comment.
"I bet they did believe you," Danny told her wearily as he stared up at his ceiling to get away from the tension-filled glances that everyone kept giving him. "Otherwise don't you think they'd continue badgering you or what ever?" Jazz nodded at his statement, her eyes as brooding as Danny's.
"How are we going to deal with this?" Sam asked after a few quiet moments of intense angst.
Danny shrugged and closed his eyes, sitting up in bed and reaching out blindly for his backpack. He grabbed it and clutched it to his chest as if it were a life saving device. When he opened his eyes again, he looked almost upset and embarrassed.
"I dunno…but we still have that English paper to write." He unzipped his backpack and grabbed his notebook and pen from it, staring up at the disbelieving faces shakily.