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#1-Canker (something that destroys by gradually eating away)

He was alone.

He had his friends, and he had Jazz of course, but as hard as they tried, there were some things with which they just couldn't help him. They might try, they might even comprehend what his problem was, but at the end of the day, they were human and he wasn't. There were some things that only another halfa could understand.

Unfortunately, of the two other halfas in existence, one was his arch-enemy and the other he only rarely saw. So, for all intents and purposes, he was alone.

It was the sort of thing that wore on a person, and there were some days that all he wanted to do was scream until his throat was raw, then crawl under the bed and hide from the world. He could still remember Spectra's words as she pinned him, helpless, against the wall. "What are you anyways, a ghost trying to fit in with humans? Or a creepy little boy, with creepy little powers?" Danny didn't know, but he desperately wished that there was someone he could ask.

#2-Cauterize

Danny's flight faltered against his will, forcing him to correct his course with a low growl. He could feel the ectoplasm dripping sluggishly from the deep wound in his side, given to him courtesy of a particularly vicious ghost wolf. Despite his best efforts, his eyes kept closing of their own accord and he kept losing altitude. He could not lose consciousness. He could not lose consciousness. Danny kept repeating the mantra as he flew. He had lost a lot of ectoplasm, way too much, and if he didn't get home soon, he was toast. It was with great relief that he saw Fentonworks loom ahead of him and he practically dove into his room. He turned back involuntarily almost the moment he landed.

Lying human on the floor, Danny saw the growing pool of fluid around him gain a red cast as his now human blood joined the mix. Somewhere in his mind, he knew he was in trouble; he didn't even have the energy to call to Jazz. He had to stop the blood flow before he bled out. Looking at his hand, he willed an ectoblast into being. Even from here, he could feel its heat. This was really going to suck, but at least it would keep him alive until his sister found him.

#3-Convey

Sam Manson was not by nature a shy or timid girl. If she had something to say, she said it, and didn't really care much if you liked whatever it was she said. Some called her blunt, even rude, but she left no one in doubt over how she felt over any given situation.

Which was why it was so incredibly, unbelievably frustrating that whenever she went to say one particular thing, she ended up stuttering like some shallow airhead. She hated it. This wasn't her, this was something that spoiled mall-rats like Paulina and Star did, not her. It wasn't even as if he had made it hard for her, she could count several instances off hand where he had practically begged her to tell him. Nocturne, Pariah Dark..."If you have something you want to tell me, now might be an excellent time to do it."

But somehow, the words just wouldn't come out.

#4-Chameleon

If there was one thing that years of running from Vlad had taught her, it was the ability to blend. She could be anyone, go anywhere. In many ways, in her opinion, this put her one up on her 'cousin', hero though he might be. After all, for all of his skill, all of his power, Danny didn't really do 'subtle' all that well. Dani, on the other hand, used subtlety every day. Before she was stabilized, she couldn't just throw her power around like her cousin did; she had been forced to learn other means. How to sneak into a building for shelter instead of phasing, how to dismantle security cameras without blasting them and how to persuade people without resorting to overshadowing. Even though she now had full access to her powers whenever she wanted, she had no intention of losing those early lessons. They were far too valuable to forget.

#5-Citrus

Every ghost in existence had an obsession. This was a well documented fact. Skulker was obsessed with hunting, Technus couldn't resist anything electronic, and the Box Ghost was fairly self explanatory. Even halfas weren't immune to this most basic of ghostly traits (much as Danny denied it). Plasmius, of course, was obsessed with their mother. Danny's obsession, while decidedly more noble and less obvious, was there none the less. It masked itself as simply being a hero complex, but Danny was obsessed with helping people. It didn't matter how big or small the task was, or even if he was recognized for his efforts, he couldn't ignore a cry for help.

Some obsessions were based on previous life experiences, or in the manner of the spirit's death, but some obsessions Jazz just couldn't figure out. Some were frightening, some were understandable, and then there were some that were downright ridiculous.

Jazz tried desperately to keep from laughing as Danny walked in the door, covered in what looked and smelled like orange juice. "Not a word." He warned before stomping up to his room. Jazz made absolutely sure he was out of hearing before breaking down into uncontrollable giggles.

#6-Clan

They were more than friends, more than best friends even. It went beyond the fact that Danny and Sam were now romantically involved, or that Danny and Tucker had known each other almost since birth, or that Jazz and Sam could never agree on how to do something. It went beyond the fact that they were such different people, almost opposites. They were family; they were a team. It was the sort of camaraderie seen only among soldiers, the sort of bond formed between people who fought side by side for years, sometimes against unbelievable odds, but never giving up and never letting anyone else of the group give up either.

Even years later, it only took a word from any one of the group to bring all of Team Phantom running. If you messed with one of them, you messed with all of them. It didn't matter how far away they were or how different their lives became, they would always be there for each other, period.

#7-Complete

There were several times which, by accident or design, Danny's two halves had separated. It was interesting to note that, in each of these cases, trouble soon followed. Both halves simply couldn't function in the same way as the whole if they were separated, and that led to problems. In the case of the Fenton Dreamcatcher, not only Danny's genetics had been split, but his personality traits as well. In the case of the disastrous future which had given birth to Dark Dan, the problems with splitting the halves was obvious.

In the most recent, and final attempt, Danny had rid himself of his ghost half entirely during the Disasteriod crisis. At the time, he thought that it would solve all of his problems, and in many ways it was great. He could actually get enough sleep and hand in his work on time. But in other ways, it felt horribly wrong. Danny never mentioned it to his parents or friends, but the entire time he had been human, he had felt like something was missing, a full body ache that he was pretty sure would've driven him crazy before too long. It was probably at this time that he finally understood. He would never be able to abandon his ghost half. Phantom was part of him and he was part of Phantom. Separating the two was like cutting out an integral part of himself. They were two sides of the same coin, two halves of a whole.

#8-Crater

The experiments that Jack and Maddie Fenton performed were often dangerous, and more often than not, led to large explosions and destruction of property. It was because of this that they had almost the entire street to themselves. No one wanted to live within a five house radius of Fentonworks, the risk that you would wake up with a smoking hole in your wall or your roof blown off was simply too high for most people to risk.

The two Fenton children, however, had become somewhat immune to the risks. How else would Danny feel comfortable coming home to a house where numerous weapons built for the sole purpose of hunting his kind were stored? Still, it was with some annoyance that Danny looked at

the smoking hole where his bike used to be.

"I don't understand it." His father scratched his head, looking at the newly designed ecto-gun in his hand. "It shouldn't have been able to shoot at anything unless it had an ecto-signature."

Completely ignoring the fact that he had just vaporized his son's only method of transportation, Jack went back into the house. Danny just sighed and transformed. I guess I'm flying to school for the next couple of days.

#9-Cretaceous

Danny gagged on the hot, smelly air and willed his legs not to buckle. He desperately tried to keep his balance in spite of the lashing tongue that was trying to force him down the ghost T-Rex's throat. A grimace of disgust made its way onto Danny's face. He had been in some unpleasant situations before, but this had to take the cake.

It had all began normally enough, with some ghost showing up, looking like he had just stepped out of Crocodile Dundee. Turns out, this particular spectre had been a palaeontologist in life, and had followed the normal gloating and insult trading by conjuring up several very real and very hungry ghost dinosaurs.

The tongue came dangerously close to knocking Danny off his balance. Deciding that enough was enough, Danny's eyes turned icy blue, and he shot a beam of ice into the roof of the dino's mouth. Instant frostbite. Roaring in fury and pain, ghost-dino spit Danny back out onto the street.

Danny sat up, bleeding in several places, his costume ripped and covered in steaming saliva. "Where do these guys come from?" He asked the air, flicking the slime off his hands.

#10-Cyclone

Given the myriad of powers at his friend's disposal, Danny really wasn't the type of person you wanted angry at you at any time, Tucker thought. Every month, every year that went by, Danny seemed to get stronger. Ghosts that once would have left them fighting for their lives were, if not easily, than confidently dealt with.

However, there was a certain point where you really, really didn't want Danny angry at you. A certain line that, when crossed, gave Danny a feral light in his eyes and an expression so grim, that you were surprised that whoever he was glaring at didn't just fall down right there. One of the best ways to reach this point was to threaten someone that Danny loved. Heaven help anyone who put Danny's family or friends in danger. Whenever this had happened, Tucker had seen a frightening change in his friend. No longer was he mild mannered Danny Fenton, or even ghostly hero Danny Phantom, he was a force of nature. Inevitable, unstoppable. When he was well and truly ticked off, Danny was terrifying.

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