Inspired by "Remember", the full version of Ember's song in Danny Phantom. If you haven't heard it, search for it on youtube, it's beautiful.

I don't own Danny Phantom, or any of it's characters, that belongs to Butch Hartmen, the lucky bastard who also own Fairly Odd Parents, both wonderful… well, mostly.

Anyways, I hope you like me take on 'Remember', even if it's different than what you expected.

Disclaimer: Butch Hartmen, where ever he may be, owns Danny Phantom and all characters… doesn't stop me from writing about them, but I must give him credit…

OOO

Ember floated around the Ghost Zone, feeling a little guilty for the first time in years. She had lied to them, about almost everything. The only truths she had told them was about her name.

Those idiots, they had to bring up the past, they had to make her remember her life again. Not like she didn't remember every single detail of it, from the start to the end, better than she had when she was alive. That was part of being a ghost, everything was clearer.

Going through the lyrics in her head, she remember what each verse stood for, and how the beautiful song was written for her.

Yeah, Ohh-oooooh

It was, it was September

Wind blows, the dead leaves fall

To you, I did surrender

Two weeks, you didn't call

She was in a hospital bed, bandages wrapped around her head. She had lost all of her memory. The leaves fell outside the window as someone who claimed to know her. Not something impossible, but no matter how well they knew her, she didn't know them.

"H-hi Ember," the gawky boy with too many face piercings said.

"Um, yeah hi…" She replied, a bit uncomfortable with how he was looking at her.

"I haven't heard from you in two weeks…"

"Well, that's when this," she pointed to the bandages wrapped around her head, "happened. Excuse me for not remembering your number, or your name." She snapped at him.

"So, you don't remember… do you?" He looked disappointed

"Listen, the only thing I know is that my name is Ember Johnson. And only because that's what the nurses call me."

"Well, um… that's just great, you know? Tell a girl you love her and she forgets its," his head turned downwards as his expression became dark.

"Listen Dipstick! I can't even remember my address. Everything goes in one ear and out the other, so don't be weeping about one thing. If I loved you, I don't anymore. If I didn't, I still don't. Either way, I'm not that girl you love, and I don't love you, so shut up!"

His eyes lit up, "Y-you called me Dipstick."

"Yeah, what's it to ya?"

"You always used to call me Dipstick. You remember, some part of you remembers. So there is hope."

"Dude, I don't even know your name. So either shut up or get out, or both, I don't fucking care!" she yelled at him. He was making her upset, something she didn't need right now.

"Listen, my name is… actually, I won't tell you. I'll make you remember. See you later
Ember," he left, smiling.

"Dipstick," Ember muttered as he left.

You're life, goes on without me

My life, a losing game

But you should, you should not doubt me,

You will remember my name

She had been out of the hospital for a few weeks, yet she still couldn't remember anything that had happened. All that they had told her was that she had been in a car accident, but nothing more.

Still, her body, her fingers, remembered how to play the guitar. She played tunes that she loved, and even had a few gigs. Apparently, she had been somewhat popular, though not popular enough for media attention.

Sighing, she got out of the can and headed over to her door, only to find that boy who had visited her that day. The one who said he loved her. "Damn it!" she muttered under her breath. "What are you doing here?"

His hands were in his pockets and he was slumped over, "I… I wanted to see if."

"Listen kid, I don't know who you are. You really care about me? Then why don't you just try to talk to me or something?" She tried pushing him out of the way so she could unlock her door, but he wouldn't budge. "What, you wanna come in?"

"No, I want you to remember."

"Listen bud. I'm willing to be nice to you, but not if you act all freaky. Just tell me our name and let's be friends, alright?"

"No, you need to remember it on your own. Listen, Ember. Please, I miss you so much. I need you to remember. If you don't then…"

"Then what?"

"Then I have no reason to live! You're the only one who cared. Please Ember, what will it take?" He got down on his knees and pleaded with her. "I love you, please just tell me."

"I don't know you, I don't know who I was. I only know the now. Listen, if I remember, I'll tell ya, alright. Just give me your number, can you do that?"

"Alright, um, can I come in?" He smiled, like he had made some progress.

"Yeah, ok." She finally got past him and opened the door. Heading inside, she took off her jacket and let down her dyed blue hair. "Sit down wherever you want. You probably know the place better than I do."

Sitting down, he kept his jacket on and sat on a chair, it seemed to fit him perfectly. "You want something to drink? I have some iced coffee and water, either."

"Only you would drink iced coffee in October," he chuckled.

"Yeah, well… Hey, what did you mean, when you said you had no reason to live?" She went up and grabbed herself a cup of water.

"You're my… well, you're the only person who ever cared for me. You know I'm an orphan, well, you knew anyways. You're the only one who treated like I wasn't dirt. You care Ember." He leaned forward, reaching his hand out to touch hers.

Shying away, she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, "Maybe then, but listen Dipstick, I can't care right now. I can't care about someone I don't know."

"But somewhere, in there," he pointed to her head, "you remember. I know you do. I just have to wait for that day." He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen that had been left on the corner table and scribbled down his number and M.L. as his initials. Handing her the paper he said, "A little hint, for when you remember."

"It would be better if I knew your actual name," Ember sighed as she took the paper and stuck it to her corkboard.

"Yes, but then you wouldn't remember. And that's what I want. Well, I'll be leaving now. Call me when you remember," he said as he walked out, not even waiting for her response.

"He really is a dipstick," Ember muttered to herself as she took a sip of water.

Oh Ember, you will remember

Ember, one thing remains

Oh Ember, so warm and tender

You will remember my name

Ember cried as she hummed the chorus to herself. She remembered how she had forgotten, remembered how she didn't even try. He just wanted one thing, and she could only give it to him after she had died.

Your heart, your heart abandoned,

Your wall, now perishing,

Like bad dreams in cold December,

Nothing, but ashes remain...

Prepping her face, she looked in the mirror. Tonight was her premier in her new band, Ember's Inferno. She was excited, especially because her new boyfriend was going to be there, watching her.

She opened the door to leave, and saw him there, "What are you doing? I have a gig to get to M.L."

He held out a piece of paper, "I wrote this for you… it's based off of the past few months. Sort of, an apology, since I'm not gonna be there tonight. I wanted you… to sing it, if you like it that is."

Looking over the lyrics, she smiled, "Thanks M.L., but what does that last verse mean?"

"Oh, you'll find out tomorrow. Just, will you sing it?" He had a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Yeah, it's great. Though I think the audience might get a bit of a different meaning from it. I really wish I could remember you, you're so sweet. But we're cool, with me having a boyfriend, right?"

He wrung his hands together as he nodded, "Yeah. He's who you want. I… I have no right to you, after I gave up. I'll just… well, good luck tonight Ember." Before she could stop him, he gave her a quick peck on the lips and left. Ember looked at the ground and saw tear drops.

Later that night, she got a call during her break, about a fire at his house. She rushed over, it was only three blocks away. She saw the house in flames.

Running over to the fireman, she asked, "Is he in there? Is he alive?"

He calmly spoke to her, "Yes, you're friend is in there, but there is a very slim chance that he is going to make it out alive, if at all. I'm sorry."

Before he could try to comfort her, she ran into the flaming house, searching frantically for him. She couldn't hear anything though, it was as if her ears had turned off, blocking out all sound.

In that brief moment, everything became clear, and she remembered. Mac Lane, her best friend. He told her he loved her, and she ran away, scared. Speeding down the streets in her car, she stopped and smoked for a bit, before smiling, knowing she could answer him in a way that would make them both happy.

Climbing back into her car, she sped back to him, knowing she had no time to waste, but a gust of wind came, blowing leaves in front of her windshield. She wasn't able to see anything. She swerved until she hit a tree, more leaves falling down on her as her head rammed into the dashboard.

She cried through the flames, looking from room to room until she found him. Running up, he was under a beam, trapped, but still breathing.

"Mac, Mac Lane, I remember! I remember, and I love you too!" she screamed out.

He turned up and smiled, "I knew you would babe, I'm just sorry it had to be this way…" He coughed and closed his eyes. After a few more seconds, he was gone.

Ember cried out and held his hand. Digging into her pocket, she pulled out his song, and read the bottom note. She sung it softly as the flames engulfed them both. Her last words were, "You will remember my name."

Oh, Ember, you will remember!

Ember, one thing remains!

Ember, so warm and tender!

You will remember my name!

Oh-woo-oh-woo, Ember!

You will remember!

Ember, one thing remains!

Ember, so warm and tender!

You will remember my name!

Yeah! You will remember my name!

She cried, thinking about everything. She wanted him, but he hadn't become a ghost. At least, not one she knew of. The only thing she could do was sing his song, the story of her memory loss. She wanted every to hear his last gift to her, wanted them to love it.

But no matter how many times she sung it, no one ever understood the real truth of the lyrics. She understood exactly why Danny and his bunch of friends wanted to find out about her past. They wanted to get rid of her.

Well, there was no getting rid of Ember McLain, not until someone understood her true story. Until that day, she would keep singing her song, even if it meant singing till the ends of time.