Ugh, it has been way too long! First I had strep throat, then girl's camp, then vacation, then wisdom teeth! Whew, so long. Anyway, I am not going to be writing every episode. That is why this one is the doomsday sanction instead of Miracles happen, or whatever that one episode is supposed to be called. Enjoy and please review.

Chapter 4: The Doomsday Sanction

"It's too late to escape!" Dan yelled as he was sucked into the thermos. "And you're still too late to save them!"

Danny capped the thermos, but his blood ran cold as he registered what his future self had said. "Oh no." He whispered, looking to where they were tied. He turned and ran as fast as he could. Danny tried to go ghost, but the ring fizzled out the moment it appeared. His foot caught on a rock, and he fell. 'Nooo!' Phantom screamed in his head. Danny looked up into the terrified faces of his family, seeing the spectrum of their emotions with stunning clarity. Jazz looked proud, and his parents showed acceptance. Tucker looked like he was ready for anything, and Lancer looked like he wanted to swear in a book title. But these emotions were completely overwhelmed with horror as they all realized what was going to happen.

The explosion radiated out from the restaurant, throwing him back several feet. A piece of shrapnel dug into his face, slicing a clean cut just above his left eye. Danny landed with a thud, scraping his elbow as he did. He sat up, staring at the orange and green flames that engulfed the husk that used to be The Nasty Burger. The boiler was gone, lost in the fire. This time, Danny joined Phantoms cry of anguish. One was unheard by all but them, the other was projected for all to witness. "NOOOOOOO!"

Phantom hit the floor with a thud, waking from his dream. He sat in his tangled sheets for a moment, trying to calm his ragged breathing. No matter how many times he had that dream, it was equally horrifying every time. He knew he'd always remember it. In fact, he was sure that it would be burned into his mind when he passed on. He slowly managed to breathe deeply, trying to push the remnants of the nightmare to the back of his mind.

Phantom slowly got up from his spot on the floor and staggered toward the bathroom. He flicked on the light and turned on the faucet, splashing some of the cool water on his face. Phantom wanted to forget, wanted to forget so much. But he had to remember them. He was the only being left to remember them, and he wanted to make them live on.

Phantom looked up into the mirror and touched the scar above his eye. There it was, the constant reminder of his tragic past. He still wasn't sure exactly what had made it, and he thought he should consider himself lucky he hadn't gotten tetanus or something. Phantom sighed, pressing his forehead against the mirror. All these thoughts of "making them live on", and the Justice League knew nothing about his past. But he would tell them someday- wouldn't he?

Phantom pulled back and sucked in a deep breath. He... didn't really want to think about that right now. He glanced at the clock. 5:43. No point going back to bed. Green Lantern would be up at six and he wanted the shower first.

Several minutes later, Phantom slipped on his usual shirt, pants and shoes. He glanced at his hoodie, deciding to keep it off for the moment. He walked slowly to the window, resting his elbows on the window sill. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, turning the sky a deep flaming orange as the last of the stars flickered away. The early light silhouetted the short, slightly rundown buildings of the neighborhood. Phantom thought it was kind of weird that someone as recognized as Green lantern lived in such a junky place. Well, the inside of his house was neat- border line freaky neat- but still, weird.

"You're up early." Phantom turned slightly to see Green Lantern was watching him, an eyebrow slightly raised. "Yeah." He said.

"You're being moved to Flash's place later today." Green Lantern continued. Phantom turned back toward the window with a shrug. "Okay." The infirmary had mysteriously flooded, so he was switching between leaguers places until they found a more permanent solution. He didn't really mind, but Green Lantern's neatness was starting to freak him out. Seriously, who folds their socks?

Green Lantern watched him a moment longer, then went off toward the shower. Danny continued to look toward the rising sun, letting his mind drift away on the growing rays of light. He sighed and closed his eyes, letting the sunlight blot out his growing worries. His super hearing picked up the sounds of others waking, and he reluctantly left the window. As he passed the mirror, he paused. He had been thinking about making them live on, and Clockwork had told him he could change his appearance. Hmm…

He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, then closed his eyes, picturing Danny as clearly as he could. It didn't seem like much of a change, but he quickly realized that Danny was actually way different. They wore their hair the same way, but Phantom had grown his out a bit since then. And Phantom's muscles, however subtle, just didn't exist on Danny. Phantom was glad he and Danny had spent so much time together, or he might not have been able to remember the subtle differences. Finally, he opened his eyes.

Phantom bit back a scream, stepping backward so fast he fell down. He stared at the mirror, his mouth dropping open. He reached up and patted his face, trying to determine if what he was seeing was actually real. He slowly scooted toward the mirror, reaching out and pressing his hand to the surface. His reflection copied his every move.

He looked exactly like Danny! Raven hair, china blue eyes, short and scrawny. Maybe too much like him. Phantom closed his eyes again, and when he opened them, his eyes were the normal green.

He got up and looked at himself from all angles, seeing that he had only focused on the front of himself. And the back of his head still had wisps of white mixed in with the black. He shifted back to his super form, thinking that he had to work on that. He went to his bed and got out his sketchbook. He wanted to preserve this moment.

As he worked, his thoughts suddenly turned back. To his first life, before Danny. He didn't remember a lot about it. That was customary for ghosts, but he still felt a little uncomfortable that he couldn't remember anything before becoming a ghost. Well, he would occasionally get a flash of insight, but those came and went so quickly that it was pretty much like remembering nothing. He frowned, not sure what had brought on the train of thought. Eventually he shrugged and went back to drawing. He didn't think it was anything to worry about.

-Line break-

"Isn't this exciting? Our first mission together."

Phantom stared out the window, not really paying attention. "Sure Flash."

Flash reached over and gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. Phantom finally looked up.

"You need to lighten up, man. I'm starting to think you're bipolar. One minute you're a fun guy with social skills, the next you're a brooding introvert."

Phantom quirked an eyebrow at him. "Are you suggesting that introverts don't have social skills?"

Flash, seeming delighted that Phantom had said something other than an agreement, took the comment in stride. "Of course not! I'm just saying that you might want to get to know people other than me." He continued, apparently unaware that everyone on the ship could hear him. "I mean, I know I'm an absolute joy to be around, but you should really socialize a bit more."

"You think so?" The javelin swerved unexpectedly, and Phantom tightened his harness. "I consider myself an introvert."

"Really? Why?"

"Once, a girl I liked called me and said she wanted a date. I didn't call back for three days because I wasn't sure how to respond." Phantom blinked. He had no idea where he had pulled the memory from. A moment ago, he couldn't have told anyone about his past if you pressed a shotgun to his head and demanded the information.

Flash gave him a weird look. "Three days? You have a serious problem. You have to respond while they're still interested."

Phantom shrugged. "She turned out to be a jerk anyway." He had no idea where that had come from either. But now he could clearly recollect a tall, blond girl with an attitude issue.

"What?" Flash elbowed him and said in a teasing way, "She didn't love your introvert lifestyle?"

Phantom shrugged again. "Love was just a word to her- A way to get what she wanted fast." Where the heck were these words coming from!?

Before Flash could respond, Wonder Woman's voice came over the loudspeaker. "We will be arriving in one minute."

Flash grinned, wrapping an arm around him and gesturing around the whole ship. "See Phantom, this is your chance to meet some new people. So what if you don't know them outside of the job? You can still have a good laugh and a girlfriend."

Phantom squirmed slightly, feeling a bit awkward. "I'm not sure that a mission is the best time to socialize." He phased out of Flash's grip. "Besides, you don't have a girlfriend."

Flash crossed his arms. "No need to rub it in, geez."

"I wasn't."

"Yes you were."

Phantom face palmed, but before he could continue, Wonder Woman's voice sounded again. "Prepare for landing."

-Line break-

"Then you'll solve both our problems?"

The giant being's voice was gravelly when he answered, his expression never changing. "Yes."

Dr. Milo should have known better. But Amanda Waller's rejection was the last straw. He was stressed beyond belief. Waller seemed to think it was easy to splice DNA. She was so wrong. He had been working his butt off, trying to make it work. He hadn't been lying to the board when he said he was close. A few more weeks, and he really would have had something concrete to show them. But that wasn't what Waller had done, oh no. She was too importantfor his little experiments. She was so high and mighty. That little- Well, soon she would know exactly what pain was. He opened the cuffs.

Doomsday stepped forward. Milo looked up, his pleased expression morphing into one of pure terror. "What are you-"

"You're problems solved." Doomsday growled, his hand blocking out everything but Milo's final, gut wrenching scream.

Doomsday smashed through the wall, his face twisted into a sinister grin. He felt exhilarated by his freedom. Some men fired at him, but he defeated them with almost no effort. He smashed out of the place that had been his prison, almost laughing at everyone's pitiful attempts to stop him. Superman would die today. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

-Line break-

Phantom sat with a crying boy, wrapping his arms around him. "Flash will get your mom, I promise."

The boy sobbed into Phantom's shirt, his little body shaking like a leaf in the wind. "How do you know?" He sniffed, looking at the burning shell of his house.

"I…" Phantom wasn't sure how to respond. He decided to ignore the question. He handed the boy the sleeve of his hoodie. "Here, blow."

The boy grabbed the fabric and eagerly blew his nose. Phantom ignored the quarter sized glob of snot stuck to his sleeve and went back to reassuring. "He'll be back any min-"

Flash zoomed up and set down a tall woman with long black hair. "Told you I'd get her out."

"Mommy!" The little kid ran up to the woman and hugged her legs. She knelt down and hugged him back. Flash zipped over. "I have to keep carrying messages. Can you take care of these two?"

"Sure." Flash zoomed off.

Good, the hero is gone. Now I will kill them both before they escape!

Phantom staggered slightly, grabbing a tree to support himself. What was that? How could he have thought something like that? The voice sounded like his, but it couldn't be.

I must kill them! My chance is slipping away!

The woman and her child walked up to him, apparently done with their tearful reunion. "Will you take us to the ship, please?" She frowned at him. "Are you alright?"

Phantom blinked several times, trying to banish the thoughts from his head. "Yeah, I'm fine. Come on, I'll take you."

He picked them both up and flew toward the shore. After setting them in the back of a truck, he sat down, trying to work out his feelings. The thoughts he had just had were very disturbing. He had never and thoughts like that before in his life. Never in any one of his lives! At least, he certainly hoped he hadn't. Who could really say?

"Phantom! Could you give me a hand with this truck?"

Phantom looked up to find a hero he didn't know attempting to pull a truck out of the mud. Phantom gave a nod, not trusting himself to speak after the out of place thoughts he had just had.

Phantom spent the rest of the day attempting to shake off the sense of foreboding the thoughts had left him with. He helped out where he could, offering comfort and baked goods where it seemed necessary. He never realized how much a simple cookie could brighten someone's day.

As he was standing next to Flash, directing the flow of people into the shuttle, Wonder Woman flew over. "Get everyone off the island! I'm going after Superman."

"But-"They both said at the same time.

"Now!" She barked, leaving no room for argument. She flew off toward the mountain.

Flash and Phantom glanced at each other. Phantom shrugged, and the two began to bring the people in faster.

When there was all but one ship left, Batman's ship suddenly flew by. There was what appeared to be a missile stuck to the bottom of the craft. The ship crashed into the ocean some distance away, and a wave of water surged toward them. Flash yelled over the noise as the rest of the people crowded inside. "What do we do? We'll never get off in time!"

Phantom knew he had to do something. He wasn't sure if he was strong enough to lift the Javelin and fly away, and even if he was, he didn't trust himself to carry it without hurting anyone inside. He looked at the wall of water, barely on hundred yards away. Without considering the possible consequences of his actions, Phantom stepped forward. He squared his shoulders, planted his feet on the hard earth, and lifted his hands.

The shield appeared not a moment too soon. The wave slammed into the green bubble, and Phantom grunted with the effort of keeping it stable. He had never created a shield this big before, and it was sapping his strength faster than he could draw it up. The water pushed again, causing Phantom and the shield to slide back several feet before he regained his footing. His hands pressed against the force field, beginning to ache from the strain. Flash was saying something, but he couldn't hear. "What?"

"I said, the volcano is erupting!"

Phantom glanced back long enough to see that Flash was right. Strings of hot lava were splattering onto the shield, rapidly covering it with a molten hot layer. He grunted, not willing to talk lest he lose concentration. He could hear Flash talking on his ear piece, probably calling for help. He just had to keep the shield in place-

I'll let the shield down. No one will know it was on purpose.

Phantom shuddered. Where were these foreign thoughts coming from? He couldn't afford to lose concentration now, these people would die!

Yes- I should let them die! They are of no use to me. I should let them drown and burn! Let their blood soak the earth!

NO! Phantom thought it as hard as he could, hoping to dissuade whatever was causing it. They deserve to live as much as anyone!

I must kill them! They are cowards, a scourge and annoyance to everyone around them!

Get out of my head!

You get out!

Phantom pushed to drive the voice away, not sure what he was fighting. He was yanked out of the inner battle by a sudden burning sensation in his hands. He looked up to see red hot lava running down the shield, inches away from his hands. It was a good thing that the shield was a ghost shield, or his hands would be gone. However, the ghost shield didn't stop them from burning. He bit back a scream, trying to focus on something else.

Flash called to him, his voice sounding slightly raspy. "They'll be here in a minute or so!"

Phantom drew in a breath of the stifling air, calling back in an equally raspy tone. "I'll hold out!" He hoped he could.

I should kill him too, he's annoying.

Shut up. Phantom could feel his emotions beginning a roller coaster ride.

Make me.

I will.

I'd like to see you try.

Who are you!?

You really don't remember me? Enough of this, kill them.

No!

Do it or I'll do it for you!

NO!

"They're here!" Flash had to yell to break Phantom out of the focus he had been in. Phantom sighed with relief. He had no idea how much time had passed, but the pain in his hands and body told him it had been awhile. His organs felt like they had been turned to jelly, and his mouth and throat seemed to think he had downed a gallon of jalapeno extract. His hands felt like they'd fall off if he so much as twitched them.

He didn't remember much of the plan. All he knew was that he was supposed to let the shield fall at a certain time. He did, and all of them go out. He didn't remember how. He slept most of the way back, but it wasn't restful. He kept having the same one, over and over. He woke up a few times to hear people talking. They were saying Superman had fought something in the volcano, and that's what had set it off. Frankly, he couldn't have cared less. All he knew was that it had happened, he had protected the people, and he had a mysterious voice in his head. Finally, when they were coming into the watchtower, he fell into a dreamless slumber.

-Line break-

The dark being within Phantom smirked. This child would sleep for now. But he couldn't run for long. His past was closer to him than he thought. He knew that when he gained enough power, he would drag Phantom down and assume control once more. He was patient, he could wait. He could wait. He had waited years, he could wait for his triumph. And with his triumph, would come the blood and destruction that he craved. The time was close at hand. And he would destroy anything that stood in his way.

How was that for a chapter, eh? I know it didn't really follow the episodes plot, but the Justice League's struggle isn't supposed to be the main focus. So, predictions on Phantoms mysterious voice? Come at me with them! Please review, and I'll see you on the other side.