Wes Weston

Rating: K+

Pairings: None

Ages: Danny and co are about 15, Wes is also 15, and Jazz is 17-18; roughly.

Summary: You know, just that one weird, basketball-playing, scheming, ginger OC that the Phandom kinda birthed somewhere along the way, cause why not?


Wes Weston wasn't having a good day; then again, he almost never had a good day anymore. The reason why? The red-head's eyes narrowed when he glanced down the hall at a certain raven-haired boy and his two friends chatting it up at one of their lockers.

The boy, his peer and fellow class-mate, Daniel James Fenton, had become nothing less than the bane of his existence. Okay so maybe he was being over-dramatic, but it really did feel that way at times. Unknown to virtually everyone else in this miserable town, Danny Fenton was actually Danny Phantom. For whatever reason, that fact eluded everyone else except him. I mean sure, Phantom was dead and Fenton was alive so it wasn't impossible to imagine people having trouble swallowing the idea that there was some half-dead or undead… thing, walking around. But surely there had to be a few that were as suspicious about coincidences as he was. What was the saying? There were no such things as coincidences... or something like that?

Fenton was never around when Phantom was, Sam and Tucker and even Jazz Fenton were seen helping Phantom from time to time, even if they did a decent job of being evasive and hard to notice, Fenton and Phantom both had the same exact physical appearance and NO Wes himself didn't look THAT much like Phantom, but Fenton? It was like they were twins or, of course, the same person…

He'd tried to tell people before and eventually Danny had caught onto the fact that he knew his precious secret. That had been when everything had become so much harder. Now it seemed like the nerd actively sought out chances to embarrass him or make Wes look like a fool. He'd used all the tricks in the ghostly book to make Wes look like a massive idiot on several occasions, invisibility, intangibility, overshadowing, and the more recent one that really aggravated him to no end, duplication. That smug little bastard had made Phantom appear around Fenton on at least a dozen different occasions ever since he'd learned how to make duplicates. In short, Wes was screwed.

"Let's get to class before Dash finds us."

"Yeah, I don't want to even guess what he has in store for us today."

Wes barely paid attention to what Danny and Tucker were babbling to Sam about and hurried to his first class.

Inevitably, a ghost attack occurred during the day. Call him absolutely nuts, but Wes had realized not long ago that the only way to prove he'd been right and shove everyone's taunts back in their faces, would be to catch, what he called, the change, on camera. So as soon as most everyone had run to the gym, he snuck his backpack into the bathroom and pulled out his dad's old camera that used cassettes. It was the best they had at home that wasn't a phone camera, sue him.

It was easy to find the fight. All you really had to do was follow the shouting and the green glow. That's when he found the battle and started to film. It turned into a pretty tough fight between Phantom and that creepy psychiatrist ghost. At one point, she and her little henchmen overpowered Phantom for a moment and the ghost kid let out a cry of pain when the little grey-haired-man-turned-panther raked his claws across Phantom's front. A body check from the psycho lady Spectra and Phantom slammed into a brick wall and changed back.

He'd done it. Wes could barely stop his trembling hands. He'd gotten the evidence he'd always needed. His eyes locked back on the fight and…

God that was a lot of blood. Fenton was heaving, trying to take in great gasps of air and the ghosts were simply cackling at the other's misery.

"You're such a loser, Daniel."

"Yeah, can't even do your job right?"

"What are you good for?"

"Worthlessss…"

"Pathetic…"

"Freak."

Wes was frozen, hidden behind the crack of a door. He'd stopped the recording earlier, but hadn't been able to force himself to leave. Why was that?

"Shut-up, Spectra. You're starting to sound like a broken record and records are old…"

"Oh Bertrand… I think he's loosing a bit too much blood."

"Yes my dear, can't even come out with one of those puns he likes so much."

Wes stood in complete silence as Fenton somehow had the strength to turn back into Phantom and eventually took down the two ghosts. He watched as Tucker and Sam arrived, mumbling about getting him to the boy's locker room for a patch job.

Then they were gone and he was still standing there. What would he do? In all his frustration from trying to prove a point, Wes had nearly forgotten that there were lives at stake. Sure Danny was an ass, nerd, and a clown if there ever was one, but what if giving Wes grief was one of the only things that put a smile on Danny's face somedays. What if some of those close calls between he and Fenton in the past, before duplication or more advanced trickery, had caused Danny to go to bed wondering if he'd die the next day.

He'd just wanted people to believe him… He hadn't wanted…

Wes shoved the camera in his backpack once he'd gotten back to the bathroom and made sure the bag never left his sight for the rest of the day. He had one class with Danny and couldn't help but notice what seemed like bruising under his eyes and how pale he seemed. Fenton was a pale kid in his… human form? but this was almost sickly looking. There had been a lot of blood…

After school, he found himself in his room, door locked, staring at the cassette and then his computer. He could easily upload the video once he converted the cassette. He could prove everyone he'd been right.

And be a murderer.

Considered a Hero

And know he tore a friend away from his companions and a brother from his sister

And get rewarded

Or be hated

Is that what Danny felt like? So many people hating AND loving him? He tried to imagine Fenton being some kind of villain or murderer or evil tyrant and either he was great at fooling everyone, his friends and sister were okay with helping a evil monster, or Daniel James Fenton simply couldn't be anything less than a hero.

Fudge-butter-brickle!

Shit. He'd been hanging around his dad's boss too much.

With a sigh, Wes picked up the cassette and put it back into the camera. He rewound it, wanting to watch his triumph one last time before he did something he knew he'd somehow regret.

Click.

"Pbbbbbt~"

Wes eyes widened in disbelief. Phantom was just floating in sight of the camera. After finishing blowing a short raspberry, he grinned like the shit-eater he was. "Sorry bud. No Victory today. Maybe next time?" Then the tape just ended.

Silence stretched for what seemed like an eternity, until Wes's face started to turn so red it looked like it was going to pop. He snatched the camera and his house key before tearing through the house and past his father, not even giving the man a chance to ask what in the world was wrong.

Of course he was just waiting there, like nothing had happened.

"Hey." Phantom was in the alleyway laying down in mid-air, chin resting on his folded arms, leaving his tail to whip, twist and dance up, down and all around his head whenever he felt like it. "I've already burned the real one into a sticky and tar-like mess, so don't bother looking."

"You son-uva-"

"Aw come on, you're not even going to be a good sport on April Fools Day?"

Wes completely stopped all movement, looking like a statue. "What."

Danny smiled. "Yep, it's on the calendar if you check." Danny grumbled. "Dash sure had fun shoving me into the locker with that moldy sandwich that no one will claim… fun times."

Wes finally reanimated and ground his teeth in pure embarrassment and aggravation. "You, you, you're completely insane and a waste of breath and time!"

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Ending One

Wes turned and marched out of the alleyway. It wasn't until he disappeared around the corner that Danny heard the boy let out an ear-piercing scream of frustration.

"Have a nice day! Stay in school! Stay away from ghost fights to stay safe, citizen!"

"Shut the hell up, you ass!"

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Ending Two

Danny seemed confused by the outburst. "Oh come on now. It was just a joke…"

"Just a joke!? I felt bad for you!" Wes clamped his mouth shut right after the words flew out. He saw Danny pause from his hovering.

"Wait… what?"

"Nothing."

"No, you… you said…" Danny landed on the ground, his feet taping against the cement, and looked over the boy. "Why?"

Wes furrowed his brows. "You were bleeding and the way Spectra was taunting you-"

Danny eyes widened slightly. "You were still there? You heard that part? I thought you'd run off before then." Danny twisted his mouth. "It takes more than a wound and a body-check to make me change back against my will now a days, but I definitely hadn't planned to get raked across the chest by panther claws you know. I… I was just wanting to play a joke on ya. I mean… If you want the truth, I've kinda gotten use to trying to mess with you. You've helped me practice duplication too."

Wes stood there unsure what to say or do. He suddenly found his camera to be very interesting. "Okay look… maybe I sorta forgot about the stakes involved in all of this."

Danny nodded. "Yeah. Sometimes it's easy to."

Wes huffed. "Okay fine. I'll stop trying to rat you out for now. But if you fall out of line, then I'm going to show everyone your that evil tyrant your parents and the GiW think you are."

Danny flinched. "Ouch, little harsh, but I'll take what I can get."

"It's all you're getting." Wes let his camera dangle from its strap and folded his arms. "You're still an ass."

"I know." Danny grinned, then floated closer and put something into Wes' hand. The ginger opened his palm and saw a strange ear-piece. "You can contact me or Sam or Tucker or Jazz with this. If you need help or need to tell us anything or even just need somebody to talk to. We'll be there."

Wes just stared blankly at his class-mate.

"You made the right choice by the way. Thanks." Phantom then flew up to the top of the alleyway and prepared to fly off. "Hey, maybe you can become my publicist. The Infinite Realms know I need one."

Wes then realized what Danny had said and growled. "No way in Hell, Fenton!" He watched as Phantom flew away cackling childishly. Wes let out a tired and irritated sigh before looking over at the brick wall. There was still ectoplasm and a small puddle of dried blood where Fenton had been attacked. "Idiot." He shoved a trashcan to cover up the spot. Time and a bit of rain would probably take care of the issue eventually. With that done, Wes turned and walked out of the alleyway.


So yeah I just wanted to write something with this guy in it. I didn't really learn anything about him until several months ago and by then it was too late to really seamlessly add him into the main plot of my big DP story. If I was going to add him, I wouldn't want to just throw him in there out of nowhere. I'd want to do him justice, so I think for now he won't be included in Pondus Omnium.

Also, yes, I made two different endings because I couldn't decide which was better. So if you can, tell me which one you preferred. I felt the first one was funnier, but lacked proper character behavior (mainly not giving Danny the chance to explain that getting hurt wasn't apart of the prank) and I felt the second one was more emotional and followed character better by giving Danny a chance to explain himself, but lacked the comedic ending and funny frustration from Wes we all love.