Countdown to Doom

Author's note: Well, my Word was deleted so I have to use notepad. Um, well...here it is. Since I had to rely on the dictionary, the grammar of this chapter may be a bit off. No one reviewed last chapter! How upsetting -wags a finger-

Review please, it makes my day.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, but I know who does -clicks- (Picture taken)

Hartman: -throws open window- Don't make me call the police!

Me: -falls out of tree- Oofda!

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"Should we check out the local eatery?" Tucker asked, taking a glance at his watch, "It be a ceeeeleeeebratiooon!"

Sam shook her head, tightening her long black pony tail before replying; "I don't mean to be a downer, but don't you think we should get some sleep? I'm exhausted from all the packing we had to do." To show the exhaustion, she laid her head on Danny lightly. Danny looked down at Sam, he looked confused for a second, and then smiled.

"We could get..." Danny paused for a second, placing his hand on Sam's soft head. She smelled wonderful! And her hair was so soft and so shinny. "Get some pizza...?" His voice sounded as if he wasn't sure that was the right thing to say. But when the chorus roared in agreement, Fake Danny smirked. This was going better than she thought it would.

The night filled her with reassurance to freely nod and mumble yes or no to the African American boy...what was his name again? Tucker! What a strange name...Tucker, ha! Who names their kid-

"Danny..." The woman named Sam said softly, "are you alright, you're walking kinda funny." Fuck! What woman knows their man so well that they can tell how they walk. Well...she'd be able to tell if Vladimir was walking differently. Maybe...maybe not.

"Ye-ah," Danny almost replied with a yes, "Yeah, I'm just confused and that fight with...what was that." Sam made a small curious noise, while Tucker gave him a curious look; "They were just so strong, I guess I threw my back out." Fake Danny gave a small chuckle, which made Tucker raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, what's the deal with the fruitloop?" Tucker inquired, looking rather pleased for some reason as he opened the door to the pizza place they finally stopped at. The group must have spotted this place earlier.

Danny shrugged, unsure what to say about that; "Yeah, I mean what's the deal?"

"Wasn't he suppose to be dead?" Sam said, sounding insulted by the fact that he was alive, as though who ever they were talking about had no right to be alive. Danny just nodded, cursing herself for not asking more detailed questions about Danny.

The pizza place was painted in gaudy orange and red, like cheese and pepperoni. The name of the place was written over ever conservable blank spot on the wall. What was it? Ilna, being Danny, should know how to read. She squinted his/her eyes, slowly pronouncing it in her head; Pizzmotnoi?

Soon, the trio was ordering. Well, Tucker was ordering. The lady at the serving counter was pretty and not interested in the man called Tucker in the least. After the much hinted talk, he finally started to order; two pizzas, one Veggie and the other a Meaty Meat combo.

"So, baby, the Tuckster (Danny tried to stifle her laughter) will see you later!" He shot her a look so cool it would melt butter...or something like that. The woman behind the counter with too much make-up, fair face, and blond hair handed him the pizza as quick as she took, and taking the money with out even making sure it was enough.

As soon as Tucker was sure that she was out of hearing range, he berated his friend for laughing; "Dude, at least you could do is show a brother some support!"

Tucker, as chivalrous as a gym sock, unloaded the pizzas on Sam. Who was thankful for their cheesy warmth. Next time, she told her self, she'd bring a sweater to their night time gallivanting. Wisconsin was much cooler than Amityvile, with the Great Lakes so close. Maybe one day, they'd go to the beach. Or ghost-fly over the actual Lake Eire. She forced herself to come back to Earth to listen to her friends argue.

"I'm sorry, Tuck', " Danny pleaded, "I couldn't help it, was just so cu-" Cute, that word had almost slipped out of Ilna's mouth. And she was sure that the real Danny Fenton would never refer to his friend's stupid nicknames as cute. But luckily, the majestic Sam jumped in.

"Tuckster? The only reason I didn't laugh was," Sam nudged Danny with the pizza boxes, he was so slow to react to it, that she just rolled her eyes, "because I was too busy trying to figure out where her makeup ended."

Tucker folded his arms at the statement, "Well, in that case, cough up for the pizza."

Cough up? Danny's face looked very confused again, then; as though enlightenment was found, he started to dig about in his pockets. Tucker watched him impatiently, as Danny's search became frantic.

"What's wrong, Danny?" She asked, sounding concerned for him. He was acting so odd.

"I can't find my wallet," His voice sounded panicked, "Oh, where could it be?!" He went over his pockets again and again, until Sam, juggling the pizzas, took hold of his arm.

"Go check where you fell," She said with such a firmness that Fake Danny looked at her in amazement. What woman spoke like that? This new world she had entered, it was like she wasn't human female, but maybe this was how they acted these days. How awful.

Fake Danny nodded, waving to his friends as he took off, "I'll see you in a few!"

They watched their friend disappear into the darkness. As soon as he was gone, Sam turned to Tucker, slamming the pizzas against his chest for him to carry.

"That is not Danny!" She cried, her voice near a whisper as though she was afraid that whatever it was would hear her. Sam's brow was frowned, she looked at Tucker as though it was his fault. She turned from Tucker, speed walking away.

"Woah," Tucker braced himself, running after the much faster Sam. "What makes you think Danny is an imposter?"

Sam seemed to be struggling for an answer, or just really embarrassed about it. When Tucker made an inquiring noise, she turned her head from him, pulling out the key card to the apartment building. She would have to get in the house before Fake Danny did... She shuttered, who ever he was.

"Wait," Tucker panted, as Sam took two stairs at a time, "Wait...for...me, h-how do you know...that Danny's a fake?"

Sam stopped, looking down at Tucker with her purple lips in a frown, "It's heart beat was waaaaay too slow to be Danny's." She said, adding laughing to make it look as if it wasn't such a big deal.

"Aww, love conquers all!" Tucker grinned, using the railing to help him walk up as Sam renewed her speed walking.

"It was like...a funeral drum-" She said, almost at random Tucker though, like she wasn't really talking to him.

"I never heard anything so sad in all my life," And then, her spacey voice went into her normal sarcastic sounding voice, "And I listen to goth music."

While Sam and Tucker were doing what they were doing, Fake Danny walked down the alley way that lead to the dumpster where the really Danny was once in, like trash. But Danny was no longer in the trash, but in the arms of a very annoyed Vlad Plasmius, for once again, his little pawn was late. And what was the point of a puzzle if the pieces weren't all there. But enough with these games!

Vlad floated down, holding the unconscious Danny in his arms like he was precious. Ilna gave a full body jerk this time, a convulsion that Vlad scowled at.

"I hope you've been keeping your various bodily functions under control," He sneered, relaxing the disapproval in his face, "But, I must say, you did a delightful job."

Vlad's ghostly feet were touching the cement. My, it was so weird. Danny was now as tall, take an inch perhaps, as Plasmius. She was able to look into his eyes, his clever eyes. One would never know what he was thinking in those eyes, you just saw power! He threw the unconscious Danny over his shoulders, freeing up his hands to touch Fake Danny's face.

"Magnificent," Once he was done moving her head side to side, and up and down, as though it wasn't attached to a neck, "Now turn around."

Ilna did as she was told, spreading out her arms, "I rather like Danny's body, and I'm sure you will too." A fiendish smirk plagued Danny's face. It just didn't belong there.

"Hardly! I wouldn't take advantage of young Daniel that way," Plamius snapped, sounding insulted, "And you shouldn't either." The ghostly man tweaked the doppelganger's nose.

"That will be hard," Danny smirked, tilting his head from side to side, getting his head back where it belonged, "Samantha is quiet the enchantress." Danny's smirk grew into something that just looked evil.

"One day," Vlad said sternly, holding up a finger, "All I ask of you is hold off your demonic lust for one-single-day, and then," He waved his hand, looking uncaring, "do whatever you like to Miss. Madison, Daniel will find a better girl." Ah, irony is a cruel mistress.

Fake Danny looked put out by this, digging in the sweater created by filthy magic. She pulled out the Fenton Thermoses, which shook like it was on vibrate. She handed him the thermoses, and Vlad, the most curious of humans, looked as if he would cry from triumphency.

"What do you mean," Sam yelled, "you can't find the Fenton Thermoses?!" She held her head lightly, inhaling deeply before continuing, "How can you not notice something that large missing?" They were safely locked in Sam's room. All around her tiny apartment room where anti-evil Ghost things, some Jewish, some Fenton made. Of course, all were made to let only one ghost in; Danny.

"Hey, at least my PDA wasn't snaked," He held the PDA against his chest as Sam rolled her eyes.

"Well," She sat down on her very bed, folding her arms. She looked like that statue; The Thinker. "Are we going to use the Fenton Bazooka, or good old stake?" She was making a joke, but Tucker took it very seriously. Serious for Tuck, anyway.

"We don't know if Danny's being possessed or not," He pointed out, sounding more like Sam than she wanted him too. Sometime he made more sense, sometimes he didn't. Life would be boring without Tucker. "But," her friend grinned, "I do have an equally good idea."

"Vladimir," Ilna said, as he started to float away, he looked down at her impatiently, "Will you tell me what your plan is?"

"All in good time," Was all he would say, before taking off into the night, with Danny in his arms like a newborn. Ilna's body jerked again, as though to get it all out of her system before becoming Danny again. Not that she ever took off the 'mask', she wasn't sure how to. Fake Danny slouched his shoulders, walking (hopefully) more like Danny, though it hurt her back to do so.

She walked slowly, cursing herself for forgetting the wallet. She's just say she had forgotten, they'd be sure to believe their friend. How Ilna loved the night! The smells! The tastes! One would have seen Danny Fenton lick his lips. It made him feel alive, this beautiful night. Like the beautiful Sam. Sam...she licked her lips eagerly. Just one day?! Oh, who said Tucker and Sam would have to leave their hovel? Her blue eyes darkened lightly as she looked up at the towering building.

Ilna approached the door, looking at the complicated lock. She would lie to them again, and say she ghosted through if they asked, which is she did essentially. She took just when step, and walked through the door, as though it wasn't there. But, door were never really there...but sometimes they were, and it sure hurt when they were.

How she wish she could 'Go Ghost' at will, but she could do that and retain the image of Daniel- these stairs were murder. Murder! She giggled, it sounded very strange from Daniel's throat. Ilna didn't think she could quell her lust at all, nope, not at all.

Finally, she reached her destination. All the doors were closed, and no signs of life were heard. Ilna narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Hey, guys," She said, controlling Danny's voice very well, "there better be pizza left for me!" No answer. She sniffed the air lightly, they were in the center room...

She walked bravely to the door, turning the knob. It was locked, "Guys?" Fake Danny said, trying to sound confused, rather than angry. She let a sinister grin stretch across her face. Screw being nice! Taking a massive step through the door-

Ilna entered the world called Pain as soon as she walked in. This felt like a thousand needles were jabbing into her body, but this unpleasant, tingly pain was no where near as bad as the Fenton Bat logged into the groin of Fake Danny. He fell to the ground in the fetal position, maybe she shouldn't have been so thorough in her transformation.

"Told ya that would work," Tucker said proudly as Sam lowered the Fenton Bat, who in turn looked impressed.