Ghost Puberty, a Danny Phantom fanfic by Tsunami Storm

Chapter 2: A Shocking Change

"Y'know, Danny, your mom actually had a point yesterday." Sam commented on their way to school for their last day before Spring Break.

"And that'd be- what?" Danny encouraged, looking at his girlfriend.

"We haven't seen much of Danny Phantom lately. You always just battle the ghosts in your human form." She explained, looking quizzically at the teen hero. "Why is that?"

"That- is an excellent question, Sam." Danny answered, trying his best to avoid the main answer. His ghost half was going through some major changes. Scary changes, and he didn't want his best friends to desert him. "Two reasons. #1: So I don't get shot at by Miss 'Red Huntress' and my own parents, and #2: Half those guys aren't even worth transforming for. You for instance." He directed at the Box Ghost, who was sneaking up behind him and preparing to shout "Beware!" He shot an ecto-blast out of his finger- stunning the man in overalls- then sucked him into the Fenton Thermos. "You're makin' my point for me, dude." He laughed.

"Fair enough." Sam chuckled, and Tucker grinned as well.

"Oop. Forgot one. Reason #3: Fangirls." He growled as he spotted Paulina Sanchez up ahead with her 'satellite'- Star- who were just walking into Casper High.

"Ooo, yeah. That one should be #1." Tucker winced as he remembered how his friend used to be chased through the halls by squealing hordes. And not all the 'squealing hordes' were made up of all girls.

"Honestly, I dunno what I saw in her freshman year." Danny mused aloud. "You were right, Sam, she's totally shallow and-" He faltered, not able to think of the right word.

"A she-devil?" Sam suggested, smirking sideways at the black-haired boy.

"I was gonna say 'clique-y' or 'A-list-y', but that works too." Danny laughed as they entered the double doors of the institution.

"Hey, Fenton." Valerie greeted as she merged with their group and walked to Mr. Lancer's class. It was with a friendly tone, but she wasn't overly excited to see him, either. It was merely a casual greeting.

"Hey, Val." Danny answered politely as Sam growled, "Oh look, our favorite 'Red Huntress'.", but Ms. Gray didn't appear to hear her.

-Six hours later-

Half a day passed without a single ghost in sight- which, naturally, made a few ghost hunters in the class very suspicious- but Tucker waved it off. "Hey, think of it as a break. Maybe they're goin' for a record and not having one ghost sighting for a whole day!" He suggested optimistically, and that's when Danny's 'Ghost Sense' went off.

"Nice one, Tuck." Danny groused teasingly. "Ya jinxed it." Then he disappeared from the cafeteria and ran off in the general direction of the specter.

He finally found it after about ten minutes, in the park and doing crunches while hanging from the monkey bars by his legs.

"Hey!" The new ghost greeted with an upside-down wave, and Danny- caught off-guard for a moment- waved back. "What's up, Phantom?"

This took Danny by surprise. He was human right now! How did this new guy know?

"Uh- " Danny began, not sure how to phrase his question without sounding totally rude.

The specter seemed to come to a realization then, because he ceased his exercises and floated off the equipment. "Am I bugging you being here? Because I can do this somewhere else." He asked, slightly sheepish.

"Well, you did set off my ghost sense." Danny answered, but then continued. "That's not what bugged me, though. Who are you- first of all- an' how'd you know who I am?" He asked.

"Easy, I recognized your aura." The ghost answered. "Every ghost has a specific aura, and Halfas like you are really interesting. As for me, you can call me 'Storm'." He smiled, offering his hand.

"Well, you're either a good ghost, or you're a very polite bad one." Danny commented, shaking Storm's hand. A spark of electricity jumped between them, and Danny's hair stood up.

"Whoops!" Storm chuckled, "My bad." as Danny attempted to flatten his hair. "Sorry. You okay?"

"Yeah. A little static doesn't bother me." The Halfa answered, though he was still wary of the specter. His short hair was white and spiked as if static were running through it, and his eyes were storm-gray. He was clad in purple- kinda like Clockwork minus the cape- only his theme seemed to be lightning instead of time. Danny wasn't too good at judging ages, but this ghost appeared to be around seventeen years old. And unlike most ghosts, his skin tone was a nice shade of tan instead of green, white or blue.

"Why're you here?" Danny blurted before he realized his tone was kinda rude.

"Good question." Storm replied. "The short answer is that it's quiet here in the park. Ember was driving me batty with one of her jam sessions in the Ghost Zone, and I like peace and tranquility when I- eh- train." He elaborated, turning sheepish again at the end of the explanation. "And I used to come here to the park a lot- when I was alive. For the same reason."

Danny raised his eyebrows and Storm smiled, answering the obligatory follow-up question to his previous statement.

"I got caught in the crossfire in a fight between Technus and Vortex a few years ago. That's why your hair stood up when we shook hands. I can control electricity- mostly. Not the weather, not technology, just electricity. That's how I died. About two months after that 'Disasteroid' thing."

"I remember that! I broke 'em up!" Danny growled, anger rising at the memory. "I flew a comatose young man to the hospital. Was that you?"

Storm looked down. "I appreciate your concern, but it was too late for me. I was already gone by the time you got there."

Danny put a hand to his forehead- disbelief, guilt and sadness in his ice-blue eyes. Storm put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it wasn't your fault, and it's all in the past now. Forget about it and put it behind you. I have." With that, he smiled, flew up fifteen feet, saluted, then shot off into the noonday sky- leaving green rings of energy behind him.

He's fast! "Hey, wait! Come back here!" The Halfa called, not really expecting that to work. So he was quite surprised when a voice behind him asked, "What?"

Danny jumped, then spun around. It was the same teenage ghost from before. "How- how do you do that?"

"What, the Ecto-Rocket?" Storm asked. "Easy. You just shoot two ecto-blasts from the soles of your feet. You have to be in 'Ghost Mode', though. I doubt it would work when you're human. Plus you'd ruin a perfectly good pair of shoes." He joked, then shot off into the horizon.

Danny smirked at that, then returned to the cafeteria just as the bell rang. He shrugged. Eh, I wasn't hungry anyway, as he emptied his goulash [Or should I say 'ghoulash'? XD] into the trash bin. Tucker and Sam wanted an immediate update on the ghost, but Danny whispered, "After school. My basement." They both nodded, then sat in their seats and waited for Mr. Faluca.

"Danny-boy!" Jack Fenton waved from the other side of the lab just as the trio entered from the stairs. "You're just in time! C'mere, I wanna show you our new-an'-improved 'Fenton Finder'!" He proclaimed, pushing Danny over to a lab table. The surface of the table was littered with spare parts, half-eaten food and gobs of ectoplasmic goo, but Jack directed his son's attention to a device about the size of a wristwatch- minus the band.

"You can use this li'l beauty to track any ghostly activity within a ten-mile radius!" Jack crowed, extremely pleased with himself. "An' it has a 'search' function too! Just press this little green button-" He pressed a button on the side and a holographic rectangle the size of a computer monitor appeared before him. "-An' presto! You get a voice-activated lexicon of every ghost we've ever encountered, an' a few we- ah, borrowed from your laptop." The ghost hunter admitted abashedly.

"WHAT?!" Danny gasped, aghast. Privately he thought, Good thing we didn't put my info in there- Tucker and Sam thinking along the same lines.

"We just don't have anything on Phantom." Maddie mused, tapping her chin. "That-" She caught herself before she said something rude and insensitive. "-boy is so difficult to read. I wish he wouldn't be so secretive and hold everything in, then maybe we could get some info on him. But he's too evasive and mysterious." She complained, pouting slightly.

Danny chuckled darkly. "Well, you can't really blame 'im. You're always talkin' about ripping ghosts apart 'molecule by molecule'. No wonder he always avoids you when he can help it." He commented wryly, looking askance at his parents.

"Well, maybe we have been a little- overzealous." Maddie conceded, looking abashed. "Scout's honor: Next time I see him, I'll apologize." She promised.

"You were a scout?" Danny asked, and his mom beamed. "Squirrel Scout leader three years running. Your father was a Flying Squirrel too. Ah, those were the days." She sighed, lost in the past.

"Yeah yeah yeah." Jack interrupted, still jazzed about his 'improved' old invention. "Gettin' back to the Fenton Finder, I- Jack Fenton- hereby bequeath this brilliant little baby to you, m'boy. Happy Birthday!"

"It's not my birthday." Danny commented with a raised eyebrow, but shrugged and took the device anyway. As soon as his skin came into contact with it, four metal wires shot out of it and wrapped around his wrist, latching together on the opposite side. Danny jumped, and his father chuckled.

"Whoops. Forgot it does that. You can get it off by pressin' the black an' green buttons simultaneously." He explained, appropriately abashed.

"Thanks for the advance warning." Danny groused sarcastically, but he wasn't really serious. He pressed the green button, and the search screen popped up.

"Welcome to the Fenton Finder, version 2.0." A cool female voice greeted, the same as last time. "Enter your search keys by speaking slowly and clearly."

"Go ahead, Danny-boy." Jack encouraged. "Why don'cha give it a whirl?"

Danny shrugged, then thought about his choice. "All right." He decided, adding to himself, Can't believe I'm doing this- "Dan Phantom."

"Searching: Dan Phantom." The voice stated coolly. After a minute, it beeped. "Location complete. Subject currently contained in Fenton Thermos within lair of Clockwork."

Danny sighed with relief. "Good. He's still under control."

"Dan Phantom?" Maddie asked, confused. "Who's Dan Phantom?"

Danny ducked his head in shame and guilt. "Long story. Basically he's Danny Phantom's evil side fused with Vlad Plasmius from an alternate future." He summarized, wishing to change the subject as soon as possible. "No one wants him breaking out, so I check on him periodically. Just to make sure he's still secure."

"Oh, my little hero!" Maddie gushed, hugging her 'little' hero, who was actually taller than her at this point.

Jack- still confused- blurted, "An' who's Clockwork?"

This was a question Danny was happy to answer. "He's the ghost of Time. An' he's about as 'good' as you can get. He's one of the few denizens of the Ghost Zone I actually admire."

"You really mean he's a pain in the ₳$$, right?" A chillingly familiar voice growled, sending a shiver down the young Halfa's spine. Oh no. He thought, but then he looked at the new Fenton Finder. But-!

"Oh, that thing works. Give our parents credit where it's due. I just left one of my 'copies' in that damned thermos to fool you." Dan smirked, smug as a cat with a mouthful of mouse. "A pitifully weak copy that should destabilize right- about- now." He glanced at the lab clock on the wall, and Danny gasped.

"You!" Sam and Tucker gasped in unison, outraged. "We thought Clockwork had you contained for eternity!"

"Obviously not." Dan answered, now sounding bored. "I'm here, and you're here, but soon, you won't be here." He pointed to Danny's family and friends as he said this, but not Danny himself. "Gotta say, you sure changed, runt." Dan shot at Danny, who scowled at the term. "Tell me, you hit 'Ghost Puberty' yet?"

The humans all looked at the ghost in confusion, but Danny continued to glare- silent and conserving his energy for the inevitable battle.

"Ghosts go through puberty?" Tucker asked, still nonplussed.

"Oh yeah. It's a helluva ride." Dan laughed evilly, still smirking at his good side and not even acknowledging the questioner. He suddenly lunged and grabbed Danny by the front of his shirt- hoisting him off his feet and into the air- concentrating as he did so.

"Guess it's 'Bye-bye, secret' now, runt!" Dan laughed, transforming Fenton into Phantom with his power. But the good guys weren't the only ones who were surprised at the reveal.

The ghost now in Dan's grip was nearly a mirror image of his dark side- minus the goatee, red eyes and blue skin. The ponytail was absent and Danny's famous forelock was still in place- though now it appeared to be slightly longer and composed of snow-white flames. Phantom's eyes were still green and his complexion was suntanned as usual- a shade or two darker than his human form. But his suit was the thing that really changed. It was now a perfect replica of Dan's- cape and all- though somehow it looked less intimidating and more inspiring than Dan's.

"Guess that answers that question." Dan chuckled, still holding onto his good half- who opened his eyes and glared at the enemy, emerald orbs flashing in anger and- was that smugness?

"Big mistake." He smirked, grabbing Dan's arm and spinning him around- throwing him into the corner of a lab table and wincing slightly when the edge rammed itself into Dan's back. Danny quickly threw a ghost-shield over his family and friends while his opponent was stunned, then another around the whole basement so his dark side couldn't escape into the world to terrorize the rest of Amity Park.

Dan scoffed, grudgingly acknowledging the younger ghost's power. "So it begins." He mused aloud. "You do realize one of us will hafta kill the other, right? Damned fool Clockwork and his 'Time Paradox' angle."

"If that's the price to keep my loved ones safe, then so be it." Danny retorted, conjuring an absurdly large ecto-blast and firing it at Dan. The ghoul merely yawned theatrically and crushed the sphere with one hand, covering his mouth in an unconscious moment of politeness with the other.

"That all you got?" Dan taunted. "Even Valerie was more of a challenge than you, and she's child's play."

"I beat you once when I was fourteen. I can do it again!" Danny shot back, green flames burning in his eyes a millisecond before ecto-rays came shooting out of them.

"HA! That was luck, runt. Sheer, dumb luck. And you didn't beat me. You just sucked me into that damned Thermos of yours when I was off-guard. Your 'power' had little to do with it." Dan snarled, his emotions switching so fast it was like he had a switch in his brain. "Though, I will admit your 'Ghostly Wail' was a surprise." He shrugged. "Looks like you really are turning into me." He laughed sinisterly, once again smirking at the Halfa and playing on his worst fear.

"I may look like you." Danny whispered, face downcast. "I may be developing your abilities. But I will never- become- YOU!" He built up his volume to a climax at 'you', changing the word to a 'Ghostly Wail' at the end and blasting it point-blank at the fiend's face. Suddenly three more Danny-clones appeared and shouted at the top of their lungs, boxing in Dan and pummeling him with Wails from four directions.

"ARGH!" Dan cried, crouching into himself to try to minimize the target. Not that it helped much. The burly bully stuck out like a sore thumb. Danny continued his Wail until he was almost spent, barely keeping himself in Ghost Form. His four copies merged back into one, then Danny created a plasma-snowball (an ecto-blast within a snowball) between his hands and hurled it at his arch-nemesis, freezing him into a sculpture within seconds.

Danny was breathing hard after using so much energy, but he kept his eyes on his opponent, not daring to look back at the gaping faces of his family and friends. He just couldn't face them right now. As large as his energy loss was, though, Dan was looking pretty bashed-up himself. His suit was torn and singed in multiple places- showing mottled, blue skin underneath and leaking ectoplasm where he was wounded. Most of his flaming hair was missing too, and the few patches of white that remained didn't help his looks one bit. His cape was ragged and riddled with holes, and the DP symbol on his chest had been torn off completely.

With a feral snarl, Dan broke out of the ice and glared at his younger self, once again forced to acknowledge the boy's power. "Guess that mutt Frostbite taught you a few tricks. Amusing to the last, aren't we, Daniel?"

Danny scowled at the specter. "You'll find I'm full of surprises." He growled, charging up another ecto-blast to fire at the fiend.

Dan smirked smugly- also charging up a plasma ball- but stopping when he noticed something rather troubling.

"What?! Where the hell did my feet go?!" He panicked as he looked down. His feet had indeed disappeared, and a strange puddle of black and green ectoplasmic goo bubbled in their place. And- by the looks of it- his shins and knees were next.

"No, this can't be possible!" Dan howled, trying to pull himself back together and failing spectacularly. "Why the hell am I destabilizing?"

"Conflicting cores weaken each other." Danny stated matter-of-factly, no trace of emotion in his voice. "I have an ice core, Vlad Plasmius had a fire core. Since you have both within you, they're breaking each other down. Simple as that." He continued tonelessly, not sure how to feel about this situation. On the one hand, Dan Phantom was the Ultimate Enemy and had proven that he was evil to his core(s) on countless occasions. But on the other, he technically was Danny- albeit an evil half from an alternate future that would never exist. The good Phantom didn't know how to feel about destroying himself.

Dan looked incredulously at the teen ghost, but then shrugged. "I've never had to push myself this far before to defeat an opponent." He commented carelessly as his legs and waist melted into a puddle. "Congrats, runt. By destroying me, you've finally become me. My goal is complete." He snickered. Just before his head dissolved into the goop, he laughed, "So long, Dan Phantom!" and his maniacal laughter echoed throughout the laboratory long after the menace had dissolved into a formless glob of mush.

Danny turned away from his loved ones as he lowered both ghost shields, still unable to face them and the inevitable, unbearable questions. He floated down to the floor- his head hung and his back to his allies- and so didn't notice a certain Goth girl walking up behind him until he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Danny?" She whispered quietly in concern for her boyfriend. "Are you okay?"

The phantom took a deep breath, not speaking for a full minute. Sam waited patiently behind him- wishing he would turn around- but also knowing that he must be hurting right now.

"I hoped you'd never see me like this." He breathed in a nearly soundless whisper, but somehow everyone in the room heard it, and the tears that came with it. Phantom was crying. "That's w-why I've- been h-hiding." He choked, shaking a little. "My w-worst nightmare- it's c-come true." He stammered, hiding his face in his gloved hands.

"No, Danny!" Sam shouted, startling the broken hero a little bit and making him jump. "You're not turning into him! You're not him and you never will be!" She continued emphatically. "He was just trying to hurt you and make you doubt yourself." She wrapped her arms around his waist from the back.

"I just killed someone, Sam." Danny shot back, but all the malice, hate and anger was directed inward at himself. "I killed him! How can you say that I'm not him when I just took a life- sort of- with my own hands?! I'm no better than he was!"

"Because of what you're feeling right now, Danny." Jazz answered, also walking up and putting a gentle hand on his other shoulder. "Those feelings are what make you human. That- thing- was not."

Danny floated there for a long moment, silently shaking. He knew that what his sister and girlfriend were saying was right- deep inside- but that part of him was buried under a mountain of emotions.

"Well, it's like what Mom said once. 'Once a filthy ghost, always a filthy ghost'." He commented darkly, turning intangible and flying away from his sister and the young woman he loved. "I doubt you'll see me again, so this is goodbye." He said sadly as he vanished from sight.

"Danny, wait!" Sam cried, holding up a hand as if to pull him back, but dropped it after a minute. "I love you." She whispered, a tear running down her cheek.

A piece of paper fluttered down from the space where Danny had disappeared, and Jazz snatched it out of the air. She opened it in front of her parents and Danny's friends so that they too could see the message. Written in Danny's familiar, neat handwriting- but also splotched with tears- were two words:

I'm sorry.

Danny Phantom flew over Amity Park- still invisible- until he could bear it no longer. He stopped in mid-air, reappeared in the visible spectrum and slowly sank to the ground- conveniently directly above a well-placed park bench. He transformed back to a human, rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands- sobbing as if his heart had burst. He let out all his emotions in those tears until only anger was left, and he didn't exactly know how to get rid of that one. His ghost-sense went off just before a gentle hand touched his shoulder from behind. That was the third time today.

"What do you want, Johnny?" Danny growled quietly, not really caring about the answer. He just wanted to be left alone.

"It's rare to see you in a funk, dude." The teenager commented, raising an eyebrow. "You wanna talk about it? Man-ta-man, so to speak?" He asked, sitting on the bench beside the boy-hero.

"No, not really." was Danny's knee-jerk answer, and his tone was clipped- though not intentionally. Johnny scowled, but then shrugged. Phantom wasn't trying to be rude. In fact, he didn't appear to be trying to do anything. He was just sitting there, looking beyond miserable.

"No offense, dude, but you look awful." Johnny commented, but Danny didn't answer. And a whole five minutes passed before he spoke again.

"D'you know a place in the Ghost Zone where I can just- destroy things? Somewhere I won't hurt anybody else? I gotta release all this pent-up anger before I end up doin' something else I'll regret." He asked in a dead voice, and Johnny brightened up immediately.

"I think I just might." He grinned, flying over to his motorcycle and kick-starting it. "Let's see if you can keep up with the new upgrades, Phantom!" He taunted goodnaturedly, and Danny half-smiled in spite of himself. "Bring it on." He challenged as they flew through a natural Ghost Portal.

-Later-

The two ghost-teens stopped at a location deep in the center of the Zone where a plethora of crumbling buildings, ruins and random islands of long-dead trees floated in the green expanse. Johnny cracked his knuckles loudly. "This spot's been an eyesore fer as long as anyone can remember. We've been meaning ta demolish it fer years, but only now got permission from the Council of Observants. High time we made some room fer new lairs in the center instead of always branchin' out." He commented, smirking.

"So- just to clarify- all this stuff can be blasted to Kingdom Come, right?" Danny asked, and Johnny nodded. "Yep. An' it's completely abandoned. None of those doors lead anywhere, either. Any an' all ghosts that 'lived' here have either moved their lair or destabilized eons ago. So- by all means- knock yerself out. Or rather don't." He laughed, speeding away on his bike.

Danny smirked and shook his head, then erected a titanic force-field over the whole area that was surrounded by yellow 'Caution' tape. Then he created a gigantic ecto-sphere and launched it at the largest ruin. "Hello Misplaced Aggression." He smiled as the ruin burst into smithereens.

BOOM! "Whoa! What was that?" Ember gasped as a tremor rocked her lair and nearly knocked her on her backside. She peeked outside to see thousands of ghouls and spooks flocking to the center of the Ghost Zone, apparently the epicenter of all the quakes.

"Hey, what's goin' on?" She asked a random passerby, only to recognize the not-so-random face. "Youngblood?"

"Yep. Ahoy, me old shipmate!" The boy saluted, tipping his captain's hat. "Come check it out! I guess Phantom had a really bad day today, so he turns into a one-man demolition team an' is just goin' ham on those old ruins downtown." He laughed excitedly, then sped off with the other spectral spectators.

"Now this I've gotta see!" Ember grinned, flying off with the others.

-Downtown Ghost Zone-

"Whoa. Guess I can't call him 'Baby-Pop' anymore." The singer/guitarist breathed, and Desireé grinned. "Yeah. I am liking the new look! Totally better than that plain, lame jumpsuit he had before!"

"You said it, girlfriend!" Kitty squealed, and Johnny looked over at her, suddenly jealous. "Hey! I thought you were my girl!"

Kitty laughed. "I am, silly. But a girl can still enjoy the view, right?"

Desireé looked to the left then, and suddenly her heart- or rather core- skipped a beat. Not something that happened every day, especially if one was a ghost. "Speaking of 'enjoying the view'-" She breathed, red eyes locked on one ghost in particular. "Who is that?" She asked.

Ember followed her gaze, then smirked. "That's Storm, my 'neighbor' of sorts. His lair's right next to mine. Apparently my jam sessions drive him crazy." She grinned, not ashamed in the slightest. On the contrary, she looked a little smug.

"He's new here, right?" Kitty asked, glancing over at the boy- who was watching Phantom in interest.

"If you count 'new' as within the past three years." Ember shrugged. "Apparently he got caught between Technus an' Vortex's 'scuffle' an' wound up dead an' with power over electricity. Kinda sad, but who here has a story that isn't tragic?" The artist scowled, remembering her own death day. "He's kinda a loner, but he's really polite an' nice if you talk to him. Heh. Newbie." She scoffed, turning back to the impromptu 'light-show' that Phantom was putting on.

Kitty looked back at Storm, who was now talking with Desireé. She smiled. Judging by the look on Dezzy's face, it looks like Storm won't be a loner for much longer.

"Our son is the Ghost-Boy?!" Maddie gasped, still shell-shocked. Beside her, Jack was hyperventilating. She put a calming hand on his arm. "Settle down now, Jack. It's alright." She frowned unhappily. "This whole business has got me just as confused and baffled as you."

Finally calming down enough to talk, Jack stated, "Imagine, our own son has had ghost powers all this time an' has kept them a secret from us." He looked confused. "But we love 'im!" He turned to Maddie and the others. "I wonder why he didn't trust us enough ta tell us."

Jazz sighed and rolled her eyes. "Hmm, lemme guess." She dropped her voice to imitate her father. "Hey, Maddie, let's destroy the ghost!" Then she imitated her mother. "No, Jack, let's dissect the ghost!" She copied her dad again. "I know, let's catch the ghost an' rip it apart molecule by molecule!" She finished, returning to her normal- if sarcastic- tone of voice. "You guys are so understanding."

Maddie and Jack looked down at their feet, ashamed. They'd had no idea they were hurting their son so much.

After a minute, the Fentons turned to the two youngest members of the gathering. "Tucker, Sam, we want you to tell us everything. From the beginning." Maddie ordered, and the two friends sighed and exchanged glances.

"Well, here goes. You guys might wanna sit down. This is gonna take a while." Tucker sighed, then the two teens started their story of how Fenton became Phantom.

End of chapter 2

Next chapter teaser: 'Hereafter' or 'Forever Phantom'

Before you ask, Yes, Storm is an OC of mine. I didn't say how old he was in the chapter, but he was seventeen when he died. My favorite age. And he had brownish-bronze hair and blue-green eyes.

Storm's dramatic exit was supposed to look like Tucker Phantom's in the episode, 'What You Want'.

Sorry for Dan's potty-mouth, but you'd probably use a few choice words too if you were locked in a thermos for about three years. I probably wouldn't, since I'm a PG-rated person by habit, but it's completely understandable to react like that.

For that 'Wail Prison', all I can say is 'Ouch!', and I totally made up Vlad's core and the fact that Dan has both.

I love friendship/bonding moments in shows and movies, and I missed that in Danny Phantom. So now I'm writing it! Hint hint, Mr. Hartman!

Council of Observants= Court system and/or government of the Zone. And just like ours, they take forever to decide on anything. XD

That's one of my favorite lines in life. *snrk* 'Knock yourself out, or rather don't.' Sometimes I amuse even myself. (Not a hard thing to do, BTW.)

*Hangs head in shame* Normally I don't like canon character/OC pairings, but I felt that Desireé deserves an awesome boyfriend. Or- crush for now. Time will tell what the future holds for them. *runs off to beg Clockwork for details*

So the Fenton's finally get the full story. It's about time! Boy, Tuck and Sam are gonna have a lot of explainings to do. *grins*

See you next chapter!

Tsunami Storm