I was gonna have a younger member of the far frozen in Danny's gym class, but that didn't work out, so I went ahead and wrote about cereal *eyebrow wiggle* Enjoy

Vlad never liked the Fentons as a whole. Jack was always there, and Jasmine's attitude was usually cold towards him ever since the Ectosuit fiasco. Maddie was warm-hearted by herself, but while with her family, she never would have appreciated his advances. Daniel was just a rebellious teenager.

Gaining the boy as his apprentice was proving to be fruitless, since Vlad himself was viewed as such by Daniel. Or was it a cereal brand? He never paid attention to the teen's insults. What was important was that Daniel's powers were developing at a rapid pace. The boy needed his guidance in order to avoid making the same mistakes Vlad himself had made in the past twenty years, and with an ever-increasing arsenal of powerful ghosts backing the teen, Vlad found less chances to speak to Daniel, much less put forth a new tactic to win the boy over to his side. Daniel had developed too long outside his guidance. The boy had become arrogant, Vlad believed, and refused to listen. They fought in broad daylight, ghost or human, petty insults or heated ecto rays. Somewhere along the way Vlad's fatherly ambition had ceased. The two halfas now operated under a heavy rivalry, recognizing the other to be an equal, and very annoying, opponent. For the most part Vlad had stopped trying to recruit Daniel except when sneering out his own banter during their fights for old times sake. They took every opportunity to catch the other off guard. It could almost be considered a strange friendship, except for the lack of any respect whatsoever and Vlad's creepy and still ever present obsession with Maddie.

Which is why, when Danny saw his 'uncle' standing in the gym wearing a whistle and teacher's badge over his suit, he felt a flood of dread.

"What th...Vlad?!"

"Hellooo, little badger!" Vlad crooned, smirking. "It seems I am your new teacher. You may address me as Mr. Masters if you wish."

Danny raised his fists and assumed a fighting stance. "Fat chance, fruitloop!"

"HEY NOW!" Casper's regular gym teacher, Mrs. Tetslaff, barked, glaring at Danny. "We do NOT insult each other in my presence! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!"

"Perfectly clear, Doreen." Vlad waved a merry hand, walking toward the double doors leading outside. "Phantom's the last one! We'll all be back ten minutes before the period is over."

Though loth to obey, Danny followed the man, watching as Vlad's cheerful smile twisted into a sinister grin. Danny groaned.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he grumbled, not in the mood for a fight at the moment.

"It's simple, my dear boy. The school board decided that having one period a day to let off steam was appropriate for the ghosts, and they coordinated gym classes for such a purpose." He reached the doors, unlocking them with a set of keys handing from his lanyard and stepping outside. "Of course, they needed someone to be in charge during this time, and since your parents were not exactly the best candidates, I stepped forward."

"Hey Plasmius! What took ya so long?"

Danny gaped at the ten or so ghosts floating outside. They were all more or less grinning, though they seemed pretty relaxed...

"Just had to fetch Daniel."

...until Vlad had to go and screw it up.

Danny twitched uncomfortably under the many pairs of eyes now glaring his way. He didn't know half of them, but apparently they all knew him, judging by their dark expressions. He shuffled his feet, feeling the left one twinge.

"Okay!" Vlad clapped his hands together. A ring of black light encased him. When it split, it revealed a duplicate, which in turn transformed into his ghost half and lifted into the air. "This is not gym, or study hall, or free time. I have been given permission by the council to educate you in areas other humans cannot provide." Plasmius smirked, his red eyes gleaming with unrestrained triumph. "As of today, I will be training you on how to properly use your ghost powers!"

Many of the ghosts exchanged excited glances, smirking. On the ground, the real Vlad leaned over Danny.

"I'd get up there if I were you," he teased. "You don't want a zero for a participation grade?"

"Skulker broke my leg this morning!" Danny snapped. "I'm still recovering!"

Vlad paused, his eyebrows drawing together. "Fine." He turned to the ghosts, giving his duplicate a evil grin.

"Today we will be having target practice. Phantom is our willing volunteer!"

"What, WHAT?!"

Everyone turned to watch a rumpled, bruised figure phase through the locked door. He became tangible, leaning back and wincing. His left leg wasn't even touching the ground.

"You're late, Phantom. I hear you've been having a problem with being tardy today. Perhaps I should give you a watch so you'll be early for once."

"Mrs. Lockheart, I was early for my own death." Phantom mumbled sarcastically. "Plus, I already have a watch. It doesn't tell time."

The class frowned at this exchange. One girl hesitantly spoke up.

"Um, Phantom? How did you know Mrs. Lockheart's name?"

Phantom's eyes flashed, but he looked too tired to to anything other than shake his head slightly. "Read it off my schedule?"

He dragged himself to the only available desk (unfortunately, at the very front,) and gratefully sank down, his limbs shaking slightly. At once a white ring appeared around his waist. Phantom let out a startled yelp; the ring vanished.

Everyone stared at him.

"Ehheh..."

Frowning, Mrs. Lockheart rolled up her sleeves, grabbing a book and writing something on the inside cover with a flourish.

"Your textbook." She tossed it to him; Phantom tried to grab it only to hesitate. The book slammed into his face.

"Ow!"

The girl who had spoken earlier picked it up, handing it to him. "Are you okay?"

"M'fine!" He took it, yawning. "Meant to go intangible. Kinda forgot how."

"Um..."

"Anyway–" Mrs. Lockheart intoned. "Today we're going over the modals again. Lenny, could you–"

"Hold on!" Phantom's drooping head snapped up. "What class am I in?!"

Everyone stared at him. A few whispers floated up from the back of the room.

"This is Latin four." Mrs. Lockheart frowned. "Do you not have your schedule with you? How did you know which class to come to?"

Instead of replying, Phantom once again deflated, openly lying down on his desk with his arms hanging off. "Thank the Observants..." he huffed. "A class I can survive in."

A few people laughed at that. Phantom grinned slightly, fully looking around.

"Mostly seniors here? And no ghosts besides me?" He grinned. "Yep. I'm gonna like this class."

"Phantom–" Mrs. Lockheart interjected, cutting across several sudden conversations between the seniors. "I'd appreciate it if you refrained from disrupting my class time."

"Fine with me..." Phantom pulled his arms up, folding them under his head. His back slowly rose and fell. The girl sitting next to him gently poked his side. Their hero twitched, but did not stir.

"Wha...he's asleep? Just like that?" someone whispered.

"Yep," she replied, tilting her head slightly. "Is he breathing?"

A heavy snore erupted from Phantom; the white ring appeared again, more sluggishly this time. A few people openly giggled.

Phantom's head snapped up. "THAT'S BLACKMAIL, SAM!"

The girl jerked her arm back, feeling a strange warm buzz as her hand moved through the ring, which disappeared a moment later. Phantom remained stiff before seeming to realize he had shouted; their hero glanced around awkwardly, wincing at how many people were staring.

"Yeaaah...on second thought, maybe napping isn't such a great idea..."

Some people wanted to laugh, but they held back, unsure if they should. Phantom groaned and knuckled his white hair with an unhappy scowl. A few crumbles of grass and dirt were knocked lose and landed on his desk. He barely even noticed, turning to Mrs. Lockheart with a resigned scowl.

"Num vadam in E somno nutricis officium?"

She smiled slightly. "Nice pronunciation, but no."

Phantom's head landed on his desk with an audible groan. The class tittered in amusement.

(I don't particularly like this cappy, but it's been sitting in my files for over a week, and since I didn't seem keen on tampering with it any time soon I went ahead and gave it to y'all. If it feels filter-ish I apologize.)

K guys I'm gonna be using google translate for the latin (and probably esperanto some time later) so if anyone can help me proof the latin I'd really really really appreciate it, because we all know how dodgy google translate can be sometimes. He's in a latin four class! I wanna try and capitalize on that, but it's hard to do when I don't speak the language. Too bad ghosts don't traditionally speak german...