Hi there! Thought I'd work on the story a little. It's like pulling teeth writing this. I apologize for the gaps in between chapters but I'm a busy bill! I have a job! Going back to school the 26th so it'll be even harder to make time for this but I'll post a new one eventually... it may just be during winter break. lol. ;)

Again, never actually thought people would read this, let alone like it, so thanks a lot everyone!

Much love,

Kelly

I'm so stupid, Danny reprimanded himself as he paced his hotel room. Having someone recognize him already made him very nervous. It would be disastrous if he were caught. It would be the end of him, and even worse, it would ruin his sister's wedding.

His sister was the whole reason he came here in the first place and if he made everything worse for her because of his stupid idea, then he would never be able to forgive himself.

He pulled out his suit from his duffle bag. It was wrinkled, and bought from the Salvation Army. He couldn't afford to get a legit suit, but this one wasn't too bad.

Thoughts kept flying through his brain about his sister. The memories of their childhood together and how she was the only one in the world who stood by him when he needed them most. He knew he shouldn't pursue this any farther. It was a bad idea.

But he couldn't help himself.

Now that he was here, there was no going back. As he tried to tame his hair with the hotel comb, he silently vowed to not let things get out of hand. Letting people know him here would be bad. Coming here in the first place was selfish, he admitted, he saw his sister on the news and he couldn't help himself.

No one else will know I'm here.

Turning to face the mirror, adjusting his slightly used tie, he thought. He was ashamed of who he became. He was no longer the young man that fought for his morals, but a tired, lonely adult. He had let Vlad win. If his 14-year old self saw him now he would be toast for sure.

Yes, he might have done well academically, but that's not really what matters in life. It's those you care about, even if they don't feel the same for you anymore. You can't just run away from life.

I must face them, Danny decided.

After fixing his suit so that he looked wedding appropriate, Danny shaved and dragged a wet comb through his unruly hair. He grabbed his dress shoes and stepped into the mirror thinking that he didn't look half bad, in his opinion of course. If Jazz or Sam had been here they'd have a million and one things to fix. But, being a boy he couldn't think of anything else and was again reminded he was alone in the world. No one was there to yell at him for getting a worn suit to his own sister's wedding.

As he ventured downstairs, he saw a large group of people congregating together to leave for the wedding. Right away he began to recognize faces of distant relatives.

His Aunt Cindy was there with her god-awful children that often beat Danny up as a child. He also recognized a few of his sister's childhood friends mixed in with some people around the same age he didn't know, which he assumed were Jazz's college friends.

There were a lot of other people that seemed important that he didn't know which he assumed were on the groom's side. There was a lot of press weaved in with everyone, taking picture of people and seeming to get quotes.

This guy must be pretty important, Danny thought.

"The ghost-shielded shuttles will arrive in five short minutes to escort you all to the church," someone shouted over the crow.

Seeing that the chairs were taken, Danny leaned against the wall and tried not to be noticed. As if on cue, paparazzi came up to him and took a picture, "How do you know the bride and groom?" She asked expectantly.

Knowing that he shouldn't associate himself with the Fenton family at all he responded, "oh, one of the groom's college friends." Seeming satisfied with his answer, she jotted a few notes down in her notebook. She looked up from her notebook to ask another question and found that the boy was no longer there. Confused, she looked around for someone else to bother.

After a thorough ecto-scanning of all the wedding guests, they entered the shuttle. Danny was the last one to get on a shuttle. He was left standing with one or two other people. People kept giving him critical glances as if wondering how someone so poorly dressed could be invited to such a high-class wedding. At least that's what he was hoping they were standing there for.

In return he starred fixedly on the floor, hoping that no one would try any polite conversation. Luckily, people were treating him like he had some sort of contagious disease and avoided talking to him at all costs. Even when a woman bumped into him coming off the bus, she immediately trod away without ever saying a word.

Maybe this will be easier than I thought, Danny pondered.

They entered the church and was immediately bombarded with memorabilia of Jazz and her soon-to-be husband's relationship from the beginning to the end. Surprisingly, half the pictures seemed to be at rallies.

Normal for any normal family in government, but it was surprising that the specific rallies were "save Danny Phantom" rallies. Taking a closer looks at most of the pictures, most of them had something to do with his alter ego.

There was an article that was framed dedicated to a bill that Jazz's husband passed into the senate about ghost rights that apparently didn't pass. The last picture, and what seemed to be the beginning of their relationship was one of the students from his school on the day that his identity was revealed. It looked like a helicopter's view and in the distance you could see him and jazz standing next together, looking in awe at the seen before them. The scene that had changed Danny's life, and what now seemed like Jazz's life as well, forever.

Danny was so entranced in the article that he didn't realize that he was the only one left in the room. He quickly walked towards the door that led to the main part of the church. There was a man at the door leading to the rest of the guests checking invitations.

This is where things get tricky, Danny thought.

"Can I see your invitation please?" Asked the man very skeptically.

The ghost boy went to look in his jacket pocket as if to grab his invite, but very quickly, with a swift series of motions, knocked the guy out without using a single ghost power.

He had trained to be a black belt in several different kinds of martial arts after he first invented his belt that not only blocked his ecto-signature, but also has the capability of taking away his powers. He had decided that he should build his strength and master regular skills in addition to his ghost powers since he no longer planned on using them (or had any reason to).

He had very easily knocked him unconscious using pressure points and began to drag him into the bathroom. He was about to lock him in the stall when he realized who exactly the person in question was.

Danny no longer felt bad about knocking the person out seeing as it was Dash Baxter and it was probably karma in the first place. Dash looked as if he was prematurely balding and all his muscle from high school had turned to fat.

Danny went to take his seat in the packed church. Deciding to sit on the groom side, he took a seat next to two extremely overweight guests in the back row.

The things I do for my sister, Danny thought.

The church itself was huge, and there were a ridiculous amount of people present. This made it a lot easier for Danny to blend in. The groom must have been very wealthy because the entire church was completely decked out for the occasion.

The music suddenly began to play and the doors swung open. Danny was amazed by what he saw next.