Danny P.O.V. – 6 months after he died.

I woke up in a bed that was not my own in the tower. The past 6 months have been difficult for me, but I've managed to adapt to life, or afterlife, as a ghost. I looked to my side to see Ember putting a bra on, and then a shirt. My relationship with her started about 4 months ago. I delivered on my promise to play music with her. She then started teaching me to play the guitar, and she also allowed me to practise my telepathy on her. How that evolves into a physical relationship, I do not know. One day, we were playing our instruments and we started talking about our human lives. She told me how she was stood up and waited through the night for the guy. When she got home, she fell asleep and slept through her house getting burnt down. When she woke up, she was in the Ghost Zone.

I don't know why, but I felt that I could trust her with my identity, and I was right. I told her who I am, or was, and she still accepted me as her friend. She was surprised, no doubt about that, but she accepted it. Next thing I knew, she and I were naked, and she was bouncing up and down on me with reckless abandon. I now come to her realm every other afternoon. Sometimes we play music, sometimes we talk, and sometimes we have sex. OK, most of the time. We never 'make love' though. We're both perfectly happy in our 'no strings attached' relationship. We care about each other, but it's not romantic. We use each other to release our stresses. We are exclusive though. And we agreed to break it off if we ever fall in love again.

When I saw her getting dressed, I got up and did the same.
"Morning Ember." I said as I did so.
"Morning Dipstick." She replied with a smile.
"You gonna head off to the tower now?" she asked.
"Yeah, but not immediately." I answered as I put my boots on.
"If you want, I can make breakfast?" I offered. She smiled brightly.
"That sounds fantastic. Your pancakes are the best I've ever had." She said and kissed me. When we separated, I smiled.
"Then I shall make a batch right away." I told her as I tied my hair back into the black flaming ponytail.

We went to the kitchen and I made us breakfast. Ghosts don't need to eat, but it's still nice to eat something tasty every now and then.
"So, how far are you with your biography?" Ember asked as we ate.
"Almost done, I'm thinking of having Ghost Writer publish it. Thoughts?" I asked as I put a piece of a pancake in my mouth.
"That's actually not a bad idea." She responded.
"The ghosts are getting curious as to where Danny Phantom has been. Not all of them knew about your human identity." She said.
"I guess so. Maybe it'll be incentive enough for them to leave Amity Alone. I know for a fact that Walker, Box Ghost, Skulker and a few others are still attacking the place. Probably trying to draw me out." I responded.
"All they're getting is Dani and Red Huntress though." I added.
"Oh yeah, speaking of which. How are you related to the Pipsqueak-Phantom?" Ember asked with curiosity. I thought for a moment, getting the right words together.
"Well, she's a clone of me created by Plasmius, but we've called each other cousins since we met." I started.
"But, if I'm honest with myself, I would say I think of her as my daughter. She was made from my DNA after all." I added. Ember nodded in understanding.
"Makes sense." She said as we each finished off our last pancake. I took our plates to the kitchen and washed them.

When I was done with the plates, I went over to Ember and pecked her on the lips.
"I'll see you around Ember." I said to her.
"See ya Baby-pop." She replied and kissed my cheek. I grabbed WingBlade, clipped it to my belt, and exited Ember's lair. I took off towards the tower, thinking about Dani, Sam and Tucker. Sam… I shook my head to get those thoughts out of my mind. I was halfway to the tower when I felt something within me. I stopped and gasped as I felt my vision powers kick in.

~Danny's Vision~

I was lying down on top of a girl, kissing her, with my hands on her sides. I didn't know who, but it wasn't Ember; that much I could tell. I opened my eyes and found myself sitting on a bench, reading a book at the lake of Amity Park. I heard a scream behind me and turned my head to see Dani strapped to a table, being electrocuted the day I stabilised her. I ran to help her, and the images faded into Sam and I on a stage, singing and playing the guitar respectively. I strummed the guitar, and then the images faded into me holding my naginata, facing Skulker, with Sam behind me.

~Vision Finished~

"Ugh, the visions always give a headache…" I groaned with a hand on my head and continued towards the tower. I was almost at the tower when my ghost sense, which is now black, went off. I heard a missile coming towards me, and quickly summoned WingBlade, cutting the missile in half. I looked at where the missile came from; it was Skulker.
"You must be Skulker, the Ghost Zone's self proclaimed 'greatest hunter,' correct?" I asked with a grin.
"Correct, Whelp, and you must be Timeforge, Clockwork's apprentice, and the bastard who is fucking my woman!" he yelled and shot more missiles at me. I just smirked and created domes of darkness around each missile, and sent them into an uninhabited island.
"She stopped being your woman when you slept with Spectra, wouldn't you agree?" I said with a smirk.
"Oh how I have missed thee, Witty Banter." I thought to myself.
"Shut up!" he yelled and shot an ecto-blast at me, which I easily blocked with a shield. I swung WingBlade, and created a wave of ecto energy, cutting Skulker's suit I half.
"My advice Skulker, run." I said darkly, earning a terrified look from him. He turned around, the top half of his suit anyway, and flew off in terror. When he was far enough away, I lost it. I burst out laughing at his fear.

After 7 minutes and 21 seconds of laughing, I calmed down, wiping my tears away, and continued to the tower. I landed outside the entrance, and entered, greeted by the site of Clockwork waiting for me.
"Good morning Daniel." He greeted.
"Good morning Clockwork." I responded.
"You are aware of the hickey on your neck, are you not?" he asked. I blushed like crazy and pulled up my hood to hide the hickey.
"Dammit Ember!" I yelled in my head. Clockwork laughed a little at my embarrassment.
"It is time for your first mission Daniel." Clockwork told me. I looked at him with excited eyes. Ever since I started learning under Clockwork, I developed quite an affinity for history. I don't know if it's because of my time powers, or if it's part of who I am, I just know that I like history.

"Where and when?" I asked. Clockwork smiled at my enthusiasm.
"The town of Salvation, in Texas, 1871." He answered.
"You are aware of who H.G. Wells is?" he asked. I nodded.
"He was a famous British author, known as the 'Father of Science Fiction,' right guy?" I asked.
"Indeed." Clockwork responded.
"At 5 years old, he had a nasty case of tuberculosis. His mother was told he would die, but one day he woke up, feeling better than ever." Clockwork explained.
"I cured him, didn't I?" I asked Clockwork nodded and handed me a vial.
"Your mission is simple, find the child at the inn, and cure him." I nodded. In all honesty, I thought I could do more than that, but Clockwork knows what's best, so didn't argue. He opened a time portal, and stepped through.

Salvation – 1871

It wasn't that hard to find the kid, there was only one inn in the town, and I could hear the boy's mother crying. I went intangible, and phased into the room. The mother was sitting on chair, crying into her hands. I used my telepathy to make her fall asleep, and went up to the child. I used my telepathy to pull him out of sleep. He sat up, painfully, and looked at me.
"Who are you?" he asked. I looked into his eyes, and took a hold of his mind. His eyes widened, and his pupils dilated to cover almost the whole iris.
"Calm down, and don't say a word." I commanded. I pulled out the vial, and opened it.
"Drink this." I told him, and he obeyed.
"This medicine will cure your illness. Now, go back to sleep, and forget you ever saw me." I commanded. He nodded, and lay back down, falling asleep instantly. I turned and saw a time portal, and entered.
"Well done Daniel." He praised with a smile.
"Thank you." I responded.

"Are you ready for a test?" he asked. I nodded.
"Excellent. How do ghosts sustain themselves?"
"They absorb ectoplasm into their bodies every 3 or 4 months, directly from the ghost zone."
"Correct. How would ghosts reproduce in a same-sex relationship?"
"They each detach a minute fragment of their core and merge them together, creating an ectoplasmic fetus, which is transplanted into a willing female."
"Correct. Who were the first ghosts to do this?"
"Their names were Marie-Louise and Angela. Their daughter was named Unigen."
"Explain the child's name."
"It shows that she was created from 2 females. Uni means 1, and gen is short for gender; 1 gender."
"Correct. Well done, I am very impressed with your progress in your education." Clockwork praised.
"Thank you." I said with a smile.
"If it's alright, could I spend the rest of the day on my biography?"
"Go right ahead." Clockwork responded. I nodded in thanks and went to my room.

I entered my room, took off my cloak and boots, and sat at my desk. I opened my laptop, and continued with the biography. I was almost finished with the entire thing. I had just finished the part where Valerie and I saved Dani, and I stabilised her. All that was left was to write about the night I died. I sighed. "I may as well just get it over with." I thought and typed.

~Danny's Book~

I was flying through the night sky, enjoying a peaceful flight for the first time in forever. No ghosts to fight, no public to yell insults at me, and no hunters to shoot at me. Or so I thought. I was unaware of 3 hunters following me. I suddenly heard the sound of a gun being shot, and felt a sudden burst of pain in my chest. I looked down, and saw that I had been shot in my chest. As I fell to the ground, my ghostly appearance faded off of my body, leaving me in human form. I hit the ground, and the last thing I ever heard was my group of killers saying that my ghost core had been destroyed, and my human heart pierced. They left my body where it was, declaring it useless.

Author's Note:

Danny Phantom died at 11:17pm on May 7th 2008. It is still unknown as to who killed the young Halfling. Sadly, the Halfling will not turn into a full ghost. Danny Phantom will never be seen again.

I sighed at the painful memory, and put my hand over my chest. Ember pointed me in the direction of a tattoo artist for ghosts, and I got a tattoo of a primitive arrowhead to cover the bullet scar, along with a few others; a skull on my left wrist, and a shuriken on my right.

I looked at the time and saw that it was 3:19pm. Ghost Writer's library doesn't close until 6pm, so I can give him the book now. I printed the book, using a printer that prints large documents onto an actual book, and skimmed through it to make sure it was in good condition. Satisfied, I left the tower, and headed for the library.

I landed in front of the library, and knocked. As usual, the doors swung open, and I entered. I arrived at Ghost Writer's keyboard, to find him working on a Christmas poem; The Fright Before Christmas 3. I wanted to facepalm at this, but refrained from doing so, as I didn't want Ghost Writer to suspect anything.
"Ghost Writer?" I called to him. He looked up towards me, and his eyes widened.
"T-T-Timeforge!" he exclaimed in surprise.
"W-w-what can I do for you?" he asked. I smiled at his surprise and handed him the book I wrote, titled Taken Too Soon.
"This is a biography of the young Halfling, Danny Phantom. I wrote at my Master's suggestion. I thought, maybe you would be willing to publish it for me?" I asked. Ghost Writer's face turned from surprise, to sadness.
"I heard about the Halfling dying." He said.
"I wish I had a chance to apologize for what I did to him. You know of my encounter with him, no?" he asked. I nodded.
"After thinking about it, I realized that I overreacted. All over a silly Christmas poem, when I easily could have written a new one without the methods I used that day." He said with a sad sigh.
"Worry not Ghost Writer, Daniel did learn a very valuable lesson from you that day. You have nothing to apologize for. And he did regret destroying your poem." I comforted. Ghost Writer smiled at me.
"Thank you Timeforge, that helps. I'll be sure to publish the biography ASAP. After I've edited it, I'll be sure to send you a copy." He said. I smiled.
"Thank you Ghost Writer. I shall see you another day." I said and left the library.