Hey! I'm back with another chapter of GWTW! BTw I forgot to mention, I don't own the title Gone with the Wind. Some dead dude owns it. Yea...DX

I'm trying to make my updates as constant as I can, but please don't be mad if I vanish into thin air for a few days, it's just because of Christmas or something going on.

I might be starting a Teen Titans fanfiction soon, if I decide I can keep up on this one, too. Just to let you know :)

Disclaimer:

Jazz: It'll be good for you to say it.

Me: Huh?

Jazz: Your hesitation to say the disclaimer is making you fill with guilt for not inventing Danny Phantom sooner. If you just take a deep breath and-

Me: 0.o *clamps hand over Jazz's mouth* I DON'T OWN DP! OMGS, girl, you DRIVE ME INSANE!

Jazz: *licks hand* Good. ON WITH THE STORY!

It was twenty minutes until the girl stopped screaming.

It was 1 hour until her tears began to slow, her head resting on her shoulder.

It was half an hour until she noticed Danny standing there, glued to the floor by her tears.

She scowled at him and looked away.

Anywhere but Danny.

It was another 20 minutes until Jazz, pity and anger masking her pretty features, guided Danny up the stairs to dinner. She glanced once at the girl, horror evident in her eyes.

It was another hour until Danny spoke again.

Sitting at the dining room table, you'd think that there was nothing wrong with the Fenton family. Besides the adults wearing jumpsuits in bright colors and the boy staring off into space with fear in his face, you could say they were actually normal. That is, until the parents began to talk.

"So, Danny," Jack Fenton began. His son didn't even look at him. "You saw the ghost girl we caught!"

"Isn't she magnificent?" piped up Maddie, clasping her hands together happily. "She'll be the perfect subject!"

Jazz's voice was as hard as stone. "What are you going to do with her?"

Danny's hand gripped his fork, his knuckles turning white.

"Why, Princess, you know what we do with ghosts!" Jack replied.

So happy, Danny thought. They sound so happy about her fate... Danny's fork bent in his grasp.

"We're going to tear her apart-"

The fork broke in two.

"-molecule, by-"

"Molecule?" Danny snapped, his face flushed with anger. "You're going to 'rip her apart, molecule by molecule', until there's nothing left of her afterlife?"

"Danny," Jazz began, beginning to get up from her seat. Danny shot her a glare, and she meekly sat back down.

He turned his full force anger on his parents. "You don't think much, do you? You fill your head with scientific facts about ghosts, but you've never even thought to find out if they're true! Have you ever asked a ghost if it could feel emotions? No, you haven't, because your 'science' says they have no emotion. Have you ever asked a ghost if it could help you understand more about them? Simple tests, maybe? Again, no you haven't, because you think that all ghosts are evil! How do you know that they're evil? You've treated every ghost like they were evil, so they had to act evil to defend themselves!"

Danny's parents shrunk back in their seats, not willing to look into their son's angry eyes. It was a good thing that they didn't, too, or else they would have noticed that his eyes were a glowing green.

Danny continued with his rant. "I'm going to go downstairs and let that poor girl go. I'm going to bring her up here and bandage her injuries, and I expect you to be upstairs. And next time you catch a ghost, ask it for participation for heaven's sakes!"

A small bit of the ghostly wail danced on his words, striking fear into his parent's hearts. What was their son becoming? Jazz noticed their expressions, and grabbed Danny's wrists.

"Danny, stop," she ordered, forcing his radioactive green eyes to look into hers. "Stop it now. You're scaring them."

Slowly, ever so slowly, Danny's eyes faded into their regular baby blue. No sparkle was left in them, no kindness or forgiveness. His next words were an order, and his parents knew that they wouldn't disobey.

"I expect you to be upstairs in five minutes. Don't come back down for the rest of the night. Don't come down, no matter what you hear. Understood?"

His parents were gone before he finished his sentence. Jazz stayed seated, waiting patiently for him to speak to her.

The halfa took a deep breath before addressing her. "I'm going to need bandages. Lots of bandages and hydrogen peroxide. And rags. Boil some water and put the rags in. It'll purify them. Please, Jazz. She's dying down there. We need to hurry."

She nodded. "Got it, little brother." And without another word, she set off to do exactly what he said. He was not in the mood for talking.

Danny was calm by the time he got to the lab. And he was determined to get the girl calm too. She was obviously scared, and a scared ghost was not on his list to fight. He needed to approach with caution.

When he finally got the glass box opened, she was asleep. Although how she could sleep in that position, he would never know, Danny was glad she was. It would make cleaning her injuries a lot easier. He crept towards the DNA lock, thumb stretched towards the touch screen. The glow surrounded his thumb, scanning the print for matching DNA. When it accepted the Fenton's thumbprint, the girl's bonds let her go - from 15 feet in the air. As quickly as he could, Danny sprinted over to grab her before she hit the ground. And, as he set her on the glass floor, her head stirred.

And blue eyes snapped open.

sorry this was so short! I have to get off to let my big brother do his weirdo thing. Yea... my life... Well, did you like it? Hate it? Wanna blast me into oblivion? R&R, and remember our contest! See the first chapter for a reminder of what it is. See you next time!