Hi hi hi!

So, I'm pretty sure I started this in 11th grade and I just finished my first year in college so I feel kind of bad not finishing it when people actually took the time to read it.

I had to reread what I wrote because it's been so long. I'm really horrible at finishing things I start but I will finish this! Promise!

Ok, ready!

HERE WE GO!

Danny woke up the angry sound of his alarm.

"ughh", he groaned as he reached over to silence it. He had a pounding headache from the night before. Reminiscing about his past did not bode well with him and he ended up needing to go down to the first floor to take a couple of shots before he went to sleep. Not a good habit to get in to, but it was the only way he was going to get through this weekend.

Danny quickly took a shower and started to get ready for the day. The wedding did not start until around 3 so he had time to waste.

He did not really have a whole lot of options since the town was pretty run down and haunted with both ghosts and memories of his past. Danny had learned that after he left, Mayor Masters had insured extra ghost security but they did not attack the ghosts unless they were Danny Phantom.

Vlad had let his allied ghosts run amuck in the town to strengthen their allegiance with him and kept the security guards under pretences of him trying to keep them away, but really only because he did not want Danny attempting to get anywhere near the city again.

Obviously, he even began to have apathy about keeping him away since it wasn't exactly difficult for Danny to enter the city. This town is really going down hill, Danny thought as he slipped on his shoes and began his descent for the ground floor.

He couldn't help but feel responsible for the town becoming this way. If he had not left, if he found a way to keep his secret longer maybe everything would be better. If he had just left Vlad be, maybe everything would be normal.

It doesn't change the fact that everyone turned their backs on him when he needed them most. He did everything in his power to help the city, but when he need them to do something for him, he got nothing in return. That's life. Danny really tried hard not to be bitter, but it made him feel a little less guilty for the town looking the way it did now.

He walked down the sidewalks and he could see signs that said that no one was allowed outside without parental guidance at any time. Everyone was also required to carry an ectoweapon, whether they were licensed to use on or not, and wear a spector deflector, to Danny's dismay.

Note to self: don't touch anyone, he thought as he came to a stop in front of a familiar building. Casper High, where he was dropped off the night before. In the light he realized that it was not how he left it… not that he expected it to be. Everything changed, but this just looked so different.

There were cameras and scanners everywhere. As if expecting a new half ghost to go waltzing in again and pretending to be an average student. He thought that if he breathed wrong standing near it, some sort of sensor would be triggered.

Well, not going there. Not that there is anything for me to want to go in there for. Hatred is the only thing I feel for it, Danny thought though it would be nice to wipe his grades in Lancers face from the other high school he attended where he actually had time to stay awake in class than to save everyone all the time.

Danny walked around for a while until he got to the place he'd been only toying with the notion of visiting. His old house. He wasn't actually going to visit, the thing is though, you can see his house from most paces in the small town. The large sign and gadgets spouting off the top of it makes it rather hard to miss. Only as he got closer to the street, he couldn't see anything.

He got to the street and saw the familiar sign but it no longer read Fenton Works but GIW Headquarters.

"What", Danny couldn't help but say. This makes no sense. Did his parents hate him so much that the sold their house to the company that wanted to destroy him in the first place?

There were people gathered around the building, almost as if in line for something.

Danny moved cautiously closer.

"excuse me?" Danny asked to someone who looked particularly apathetic about being there. He was a short man, balding, had a muffin top and was wearing a hat while sporting a cane. Danny thought he saw him somewhere before and the fact tht ghosts were all around him did not seem to faze him at all.

"huh?" The man was obviously very tired and startled about being spoken to in such an odd place.

"what is everyone waiting for?"

"Oh, are you a tourist? Trying to see a ghost in person are ya?" he said, squinting at Danny.

"Oh… well, yeah. I didn't really think they existed until I got here. But I was just wondering what everyone was doing around here. From the reading I did, I heard that this was Fenton Works."

"Oh, well that must have been a very out of date book you read or maybe you just didn't read the whole thing," he said askance, looking at Danny sideways, " Fentonworks is now the Guys in White Headquarters. This is where you go, or sentenced, if you do something promoting Danny Phantom. Like try and find him or hold a rally or a protest or really do anything implying that the Guys in White are ruining the city and not protecting it all, which they're not… You probably wouldn't know anything about this kind of stuff. This is more than a tourist attraction to some people. This is life. And it sucks. This used to be such a respectable, safe town, and now I'm here every Saturday to bail my daughter out of this place."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok. Most people believe that the GIW have either killed or captured Phantom and I understand why my daughter acts out, but I just don't think its going to help any."

"They think he's dead?" Danny asked, shocked.

"Yeah, well you weren't the type of young man to go running away from a fight."

Danny did a double-take at the man before him, "Me?" upon further study, Danny realized he had been talking to Mr. Lancer, his old English teacher.

"yes, Danny, you seem to be the reason my little girl keeps getting locked up on a regular basis and oddly enough you are also featured in posters on her wall."

To this Danny blushed. "How did you know it was me?"

"The rare look of you yearning for new information will never leave me. Nor does it leave me from any other student. Your sister is also getting married today and to be quite honest", Mr. Lancer looked away for a minute, "I wasn't sure it was you until you looked frightened where I mistakenly said you. If you want to keep a low profile you better lay a bit lower.

"But Danny, it really is great to see you. I was, very honestly, very worried about you."

Danny looked surprised, "you were?"

"Yes! I feel horrible for not seeing it before. You were always late for class, incredibly tired, and constantly injured. I feel like I failed you in some way. I should have taken more of an interest, and helped you with what you were going through. No man can take this kind of thing alone."

"Mr. Lancer, this isn't your fault. My own parents did not even know it was me. I was just that clumsy loser that dash beat up all the time and got below average grades. I gave you no reason to take an interest on me. I'm sorry about your daughter, but she should probably join the flock that hate me… everyone would probably be better off."

Mr. lancer looked startled, " Danny don't talk like that—"

"Mr. Lancer, it was nice seeing you, but I really need to go," and with that, danny stalked off the way he came with Lancer stunned in his tracks, having just talked to someone he never thought he'd see again; a ghost if you will.

Although, the talk may have ended sour, it gave lancer hop for the future. Danny was home, where he belonged and somehow he knew that things would make themselves right again.

If Danny didn't help them now, he didn't think it would ever happen.

Hey kids.

Sorry nothing really happened. I just did this real quick because I felt like something needed to be done and now I'm tired. But I will have something more substantial up soon! Promise!

What else…

Um

Other than it will get better, I need to sleep. Night!