Chapter Three: Phantom
"Ghost portal?" Danny asked as he got dressed the next morning.
Jack nodded. "It's our best bet right now, finding a ghost that would go against him. Your mother made enough notes that we should be able to finish it without her." He finished zipping up his hazmat suit and turned to the bed. "So, what do you say?"
"I dunno…FentonWorks is a long way from here, and there's Skulker to consider…" Danny pursed his lips. "But, it IS our best bet…" He stood up and nodded. "Yeah. Let's do it."
"Then, we'll tell the other families about our plan before we leave today." Jack said, picking up their bags of stolen goods and opening the door. He looked around to make sure it was safe and then nodded to Danny, indicating for him to follow.
Danny picked up their last three guns and nodded, heading out after him. They met up with the Foleys and Mansons and told them the plan.
"Isn't that dangerous, though?" Mrs. Foley frowned. "Asking a ghost…"
"To beat a ghost of Plasmius' strength, you have to befriend a ghost." Jack said grimly. "It's our best chance to free the city."
The other adults agreed, and the three teens exchanged tearful farewells before Danny and Jack left two of the guns with the two families and left into the midday sun.
The daytime was best for travel, since the ghosts' senses were much sharper at night, and Jack kept watch while Danny slept at night. Jack and Danny moved through the city, carrying their bags with them as they headed towards the building that had machinery on top that twisted up into the sky. They saw Skulker and a few other ghosts, but managed to successfully evade them all, finally getting to FentonWorks three days later.
The building was as much a wreck on the outside as he feared, but when he went inside he found it was still relatively intact – enough to use the facilities, at least. First things first, though, he and Danny went into the kitchen and Jack inputted the codes to open the door. The door opened and he made a mental-note to change the codes before ushering Danny inside.
It was silent down here, with pieces of machinery around a wall that had been cut out to fit the portal that still in-progress. Jack scanned the area for ghosts and then walked further in, pushing a button to activate the ghost shield and shut off the lab from the rest of the world.
"This is it, then?" Danny asked, looking at him as he set down the bags of cans, wine, and water. "The ghost portal?"
"It will be, once complete." Jack said, nodding.
Danny nodded. "Let's get to work then."
Jack nodded and they had a quick meal from one can of peaches before they set to work. Danny noticed a white hazmat suit with black trimming in his size and held it up with a raised brow. "I wanted you to be down here with us when you were older." Jack smiled. "The suit stretches, so it should fit. And if you're going to be working on this—"
"I know." Danny nodded, changing into the hazmat bodysuit, finishing with the boots and gloves. Jack was grateful to have something to do with his hands, or else he might not've let Danny finish changing. He really needed to get back to normal…
For months, they worked on the machine. Finally, they stepped away and looked it over.
"Dad, where's the 'on' switch?" Danny asked.
"It's in there." Jack pointed into the portal. "Way I figure it; it's going to open up just past the button, where the wall ends. Danny, why don't you open it up?"
"Me?" Danny blinked.
"Yes!" Jack smiled, nodding. "Go ahead, son!"
Danny looked at the portal and swallowed nervously, walking towards it. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the green "ON" button – and instantly felt intense pain. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Danny!" Jack cried. Had they miscalculated?! He moved to the portal but Danny was thrown out and landed not too far from him, the portal glowing green as Jack realized something about his son had…changed.
He had snow-white hair, and his clothes had inverted to black with white trimming, his gloves and boots also white. Trembling, he knelt next to Danny and gently pulled him close. "Danny? Danny?!" No pulse…no heartbeat. And he was softly glowing in his arms. "No…what have I done…?" He breathed.
Suddenly, Danny began to stir and opened his eyes, an ectoplasmic-green gazing up at his father. "Dad…? Is it on?" He asked.
"Yes." Jack nodded, looking towards it.
"…Dad? Am I glowing?"
Jack looked at him. "Yes."
Danny cried out in terror and pulled away, scrambling to his feet as he looked at himself. "I-I'm a…a…" He gasped as white rings appeared around his body and then he was back to normal, blinking. "Human?"
"Half-ghost." Jack breathed, standing up. "You're a half-ghost just like Vlad became."
Danny looked at himself, blinking. "…Wow. Well, we DID want ghostly power…"
Jack smiled and then hugged him. "We can fight him!"
Danny smiled and clung to him. "Yeah! And with all the weapons you have in the vault here, we'll both do great!"
They heard a sound outside and Jack picked up a gun. "Danny?"
Danny nodded, changing into his ghost form. "Yeah. I'm ready."
Jack went to the door and deactivated the ghost shield, watching Danny run out. He would have to learn to use his ghost abilities quickly, because apparently what had just happened was a beacon to the ghosts around.
He grabbed the Fenton Thermos, deemed a failure long ago, and considered it thoughtfully. 'Maybe Danny can make it work.' He thought, running out with it and a weapon.
Danny was already in battle, using what martial arts he knew to fight against Skulker. The older ghost seemed to be holding up well, but when a gun joined the mix he started to have trouble.
"Why are you helping this human?" Skulker asked Danny, and then frowned as he raised something to his eyes. "You…you're a halfa! How can there be TWO halfas?!"
"Danny!" Jack threw the thermos at Danny.
"What's this?" Danny asked, catching it.
"Focus your ecto-energy into it!" Jack replied.
"Ookay." There were two buttons on it, one that said "capture" and one that said "release". He focused his energy on it as he pushed the capture button and Skulker let out a roar as he was sucked up into the blue light that came out of the thermos.
"Yes, it worked!" Jack cheered.
Danny smiled and flew down to his father, landing next to him and changing back. "So, not for soup, then?"
"Of course not!" Jack smiled. "Come on, I have so many weapons to show you!" He led Danny back inside.
High above, a green vulture carried a video camera that directed the feed to a castle just outside Amity Park.
"So, he's changed his own son into a half-ghost." Plasmius said, looking at the screen showing Danny changing back. "Very well, boy, we'll see what you can do." He smirked and went into a room, which had pictures unknowingly taken of the trysts of father and son. "Jack's descent into lustful madness is still ongoing. I doubt your being a half-ghost will deter him, especially since that snow-white hair would be just beautiful in the moonlight." He licked his lips and touched one of the pictures. "Daniel…perhaps when Jack no longer proves to be entertaining, I shall kill him and take this lovely young boy for my own bed."
The book plant had been remarkably successful, and the results were all over his private shrine of Jack's shame. They could hardly look at each other without feeling that urge, and now that the portal was finished…well, he didn't want to miss anything interesting.
He passed by a room and opened the door, looking in. "Good evening, Madeline. And hello, Jasmine." He smirked. "You both seem healthy tonight."
The identical hateful glares from the women made him laugh and shut the door, walking on. Maddie was a good prize, but he hardly touched her lately; not since Jack and Danny had started sleeping together. Somehow, her expressions paled in comparison to Danny's, the curves of her body no longer as pleasing to his eyes when compared to the soft, young body of Daniel Fenton.
"I should have a codename. Like a secret agent!" Danny grinned as he changed out of the hazmat suit. "What do you think, dad?"
Jack looked over. "Hm? Oh, yes. Codename. Uhm…I don't know, to be honest. What would you call yourself?"
"Well, 'Phantom' rhymes with 'Fenton'." Danny grinned.
"'Danny Phantom'?" Jack raised an eyebrow and walked over to him, placing his hands on the boy's bare shoulders. "Well, if it's what you want."
Danny blinked and blushed, looking towards the portal. Jack had installed a ghost shield to keep ghosts from coming through as they pleased and the lab's shield had been expanded to surround the entire lab. They had complete privacy, and no reason to refuse what they both wanted.
He let go of the suit's cloth he had been gripping, letting it fall to his waist as their lips met. Then they were on the floor, clothes shed and bodies tangled together as they committed the same sin again and again. There was no need to hold back this time, though, and Danny's cries of pleasure and Jack's grunts echoed around the lab as they moved as one.
Then it was over and they were laying together, Jack's hands gently stroking Danny's black hair. It was a snowy-white when he was in his ghost form, such an extreme difference from the norm, but he found he wanted to run his hands through the white hair just to see how it felt. He'd never touched a ghost with his hands before, and his skin had been so soft when he was holding him before.
No, he shouldn't. First incest, now necrophilia? It was wrong, so wrong, but as his son changed into Phantom in his arms, unable to control the change when he wasn't focused on it, he found himself wanting to do just that.
"What're you thinking about?" Danny's soft, distantly echoing voice said, looking up at him with intense green eyes. "
"What makes you think I'm thinking about anything?" Jack asked, gently stroking the white hair. It was soft, like feathers, and his skin pressed up against him was shining softly with the white ghostly aura he shared with Plasmius.
"You've got the 'I'm thinking deeply' face." Danny gently kissed him.
Jack returned the kiss, then rolled them over so Danny was on the floor with Jack pinning him down. "To be honest? I want to see what it's like to sleep with you when you're in this form."
Danny blushed, his cheeks turning green instead of the usual red. Ectoplasm was green, so that must be why. "I-In this form? But, it's a ghost…"
"It's still you." Jack kissed him again.
"It'd be necro—"
"I don't care." Jack murmured against his lips. "Do you?"
Danny stared up at him, seeming to consider, and then his arms were around Jack's shoulders. No, he didn't care. They tangled together once more, Jack finding that Danny's ghost form could handle a lot more rough treatment than his human form and so he didn't have to hold back his strength as much as usual. His grips on Jack's shoulders were tight, ghostly fingers digging in and surely leaving bruises that would heal over time. He panted and moaned even if he didn't need to breathe, and he looked at Jack hungrily as they finished, wanting more.
He had checked for ghosts – he hadn't checked for cameras. Plasmius watched with hungry eyes as the screen displayed the two, his hand busy below. He wanted the boy for himself, and now that Jack was asking for it before Danny did and Danny had to be coaxed into it, Jack's descent into lustful madness was complete. He'd wait, though, for Jack to try something while the boy slept. If he did, then it would mean he truly did not care about morality and consent and he would've been sufficiently destroyed as the person he used to be.
And with Danny's body reacting to any kind of touch from an older man, getting him into his bed wouldn't be much a problem either. He just had the boy's will to think about, but he'd long stopped caring about free will after he was robbed of his full humanity by the very man who robbed Danny of his innocence. He could've refused, could've avoided the whole thing, but he gave in and now poor little Daniel Fenton would never be the same.
Oh, wait. He was Daniel PHANTOM now, wasn't he?
Creeper alert! Creeper!
No, I'm not talking about Jack, but he is losing his mind. And his pants.
Danny, stop encouraging this. *facepalm* ~ Zone