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Chapter 13: Ebony and Irony.

(Danny's POV.)

Huh, I thought, that's weird.

I gazed at my reflection in confused thought. How could this be? Why didn't anyone notice? I bit my lip and started pacing around the bathroom.

This could explain why Andy new my name, I continued pacing in frantic though, but how? Agent C didn't seem to notice…

I paused mid step. He didn't realize…did he? No, there's no way he would've been that nice if he had notice. I toyed with my oversized jacket-sleeves, anxiously. He really hadn't noticed anything. No one had noticed, actually…

My pacing began again as I brainstormed a way to test this.

I spoke out loud and addressed the empty bathroom. That wasn't crazy thing to do at all, "Okay Danny. Think; how can you use this?" I paused, "Nothing! Darn, come on, think, think, think! Think of something!"

Just then, I sensed that my cell phone rang in my pocket. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the noisy thing. The caller ID said it was Sam's cell. I flipped the phone open and put it to my ear.

"Yellow?" I said.

"Danny, stop that. You know I can't stand it when you answer the phone like- AW MAN, that, that! Focus Sam, that's not what you're calling Danny for!"

I flinched away from the phone, glad I wasn't alone in the loony bin. I replaced the cell phone back against my ear, "Okay, then, what did you call me about?"

"Oh, right, you're still on? It's Agent C. He's talking to the reporters. He's talking nothing but lies, and, and just. How DARE he!"

I thanked my lucky stars that Sam wasn't my enemy, "Relax, Sam. The G.I.W. always talks smack about me. Vlad does the same as Mayor, and even that doesn't bother me much anymore."

Sam sighed; a woman's code for 'you are a nitwit,' "Danny, this guy isn't like Vlad. He's not really taking sides. He's just using half-truths to tip the scales in his favor. Gosh it's so sick!"

"How bad can it really be Sam? We've dealt with worse-"

"He just hinted that you abandoned Max and Shelly at the mall because you were to preoccupied with yourself to notice the people you endangered."

My fists tightened, "WHAT? I would never have left them behind if I didn't have to save Ember! What else is this guy saying?"

"He basically saying that Phantom-you doesn't care. He's saying that you'd abandon us and ally with ghosts if things got bad."

One more lie and I would've crushed my phone. "Does this guy," I began, "even have the SLIGHEST CLUE of what we've been through? What rank pit is he pulling this garbage out of? Did he just suddenly forget Pariah's invasion? All the ghosts?"

"Danny calm down. Where are you, anyway?"

I relaxed, glad for the subject change, "I'm at the mall; why?"

There was a pause, "That's where A.C. is…I think he's just outside the food court, where apparently you fought Skulker. Tucker and I have been watching him live on the news pretty much since we heard Jazz drive off."

"Wait, Jazz drove off? Where is she? Is she okay?" I always got touchy at the slightest sign of a certain unchecked big sister.

"We don't know. She's probably headed for the mall, though. She left her cell phone here."

"Okay, I'll look for her. Keep an eye on the news for me, will you?"

"No problem, Danny. When will your parents be home, by the way?"

I shrugged my shoulders "I don't know, really." I heard the front door bang open, followed by some loud noises.

"Was that, them?"

"Yep."

"Did they practically break down the door, again?"

"Yep."

"Did anyone get hurt?"

"Nope. Don't worry, Danny. It takes more then your dad's weight to completely crush Tucker." I heard of few background noises, "Oh boy, got to go. Call me if something comes up."

"I will…" I hung up.

I looked into the mirror and tossed ideas around in my head. Eventually, I settled for putting on my new jeans and layering my hat underneath my jacket hood. I left the bathroom reminding myself how crazy I was for leaving in that state. I just couldn't stop my feet from moving; I had to test it a little more…

(POV change: Jazz Fenton.)

I entered the mall and stepped cautiously on the broken glass that littered the floor. Why did I wear sandals to a ghost fight? My hair was crazy and messy. The Fenton-Peeler obviously needed a few adjustments to handle long hair neatly.

It didn't take long before the reporters came into view. Well, reporters and random people that couldn't help but stick around. I briefly scanned the crowd for Danny, then I remembered he could fly…as if he'd stick around. I reached in my pocket for my cell phone…aw man. I'd forgotten it back at home!

I sighed and wondered what the odds were that someone would lend me their phone with all the excitement that was going on…

(POV change: Danny.)

I decided to walk back into the mall way just outside the food court. I followed along the yellow-crime-scene tape until I could see where everyone was gathered.

Sam had been right. A.C. was manipulating the reporters, and through them, the world. I cringed; if this whole fiasco didn't end up on the worldwide news, I'd eat my new hat.

I walked a little closer and scanned the crowd for anything worth noticing. I found Jazz doing the same and for the first time that day, I relaxed. Jazz was safe; my first thought was that Skulker ran scared after the G.I.W. showed up.

I walked up behind her, "Hey Sis, did you need something?"

(POV change: Jazz Fenton.)

I came to the conclusion that everyone was too interested in A.C. to lend me a hand. At least I thought that was the case, I was still preoccupied with my thoughts of messy hair.

"Hey miss, did you need something?" Someone asked.

I gave a long, loud sigh, "Yeah, can I borrow your phone? I need to make a call." The boy handed me his phone. I gave him a quick glance, before I focused on the phone…"Hey," I said, "This is just like," I looked at him again.

"What?" He asked.

"Danny? Oh wow! I didn't recognize you!"

Danny tilted his head, "Why not?"

I gave him a bone-crushing hug. Normally, Danny would've complained but didn't seem too mind much at all then. "Well you're wearing that hat, and jacket, and-DANNY ARE YOU NUTS!" I grabbed his upper arms, and stared at him. "Danny, what are you? You can't go around looking that that!"

Danny huffed, "Shh! Don't shout Jazz, and don't judge me either. You're the one walking around looking like an auburn clown."

I blushed, "Well, if Skulker hadn't come around then my hair wouldn't be so messy."

This time Danny grabbed my shoulders, "Wait, Skulker came around? Did he hurt you? Are you okay?"

I shoved him off of me, "He didn't hurt me, he didn't even get the chance." I whipped out the Fenton-Peeler with a sense of pride.

Danny looked at me incredulously, "You mean you fought Skulker? And you won?"

Twirling the Fenton-Peeler in my hands, I said, "Yep. Ghost didn't stand a chance against me." In a moment of pure comedy, I dropped the Fenton-peeler on my foot.

Danny snorted, "Great. So, where's the thermos?"

I paused, then hastily picked up the Fenton-Peeler, "Oh," I said, "Um, it's around…"

"You forgot it, didn't you?" Danny's tone told me that he already knew the answer.

"Yes, I forgot, and left it at home…but I still beat Skulker!" I pointed down the mall way exit and to the door. "See?" I couldn't see Skulker's armored suit remains very well; but I could tell that Danny could.

"Wow. So he just escaped? Or did you make him runaway?" I nodded my head excitedly, "And you're not hurt?" Danny asked, "He didn't hurt you, at all?"

I placed my hands on my hips, "Nope, he was nothing I couldn't handle."

"Fine, I'll admit it. I'm impressed. Happy, now?"

I smirked, "Yep." Finally, I looked closely at his outfit.

I smiled, "Nice jacket, "If you can read this…the camouflage obviously isn't working." I like that." (#1) I played with the bill of his cap, "Ha, ha; hey Danny? What's with the "ghost-buster" Thing?" I snickered. Danny gave me a funny look.

"Too obvious?" He asked.

I giggled, "Too ironic," I thought about it for a second, "WAY, too ironic."

He smiled, "Well, it's about to get even crazier." I didn't like the mysterious look on his face. It wasn't normal for him.

"Danny, what ever it is you're planning, tell me right now."

"Okay, fine." He huddled close into me and whispered in my ear.

I pulled away, "That's crazy!" Danny covered my mouth when a few people started to notice us.

"It's worth a shot. I swear, I'll be careful."

I bit my lip nervously, "You're going to do this no matter what I say, aren't you?"

"Yep." He sounded too perky, "So we might as well coordinate. Why don't you head home and tell Sam and Tucker I'm still alright?"

"Fine; but you are SO dead if you mess this up." I crossed my arms, "Anything else?"

Danny shifted his weight, "Yeah, don't tell the guys about this, let them figure it out."

"Fine," I turned around, and strutted away towards home…

(POV change: Danny.)

Jazz finally left. I stood there for a second before I turned and walked towards the crowd. It wasn't long before I managed to shove my way up front. Agent C was still going on with questions.

A male reporter anxiously shoved a microphone into the Agent's face. "If you successfully manage to capture Phantom, how will you contain him?"

A.C. tightened his jaw, "When we capture Phantom; we will have various ways of containing and exhausting him."

Sounded like fun. I caught on to the 'raise your hand' thing, so I began to raise my hand.

Before I could, A.C. turned to me, "Kid, I thought I told you to get to a hospital."

I let out a 'I'm busted' chuckle, "You did, and I got myself checked over. I was told just to ice it, and take it easy for a few days." Even if I was talking to a G.I.W. agent, I still hated lying about my injuries. Especially when he actually seemed to care.

There were still many reporters, all of which were completely focused on our exchanges.

"Well? Did you have any questions of your own, Kid?"

"Yeah, um, you said that "When you capture Phantom" you'll be able to contain him, so (#2) what kind of technology do you have to bring him down?"

I knew the expression that came across his face. It was that of a man who was going to brag loads on something.

"Well, we've got weapons of all types. They vary in size, damage, and portability." He patted the holster of his ecto-gun, "You see this weapon right here? I designed and made this baby myself. It's got the power of the older, larger models; but it's compacted in size, and fires an intense, short blast." He gestured back to his gun, "This is our key. Phantom didn't like getting shot by this thing one bit, and soon, these will be issued to every G.I.W. agent in the field."

I gulped and tried to move on. "So, with all the fire-power you're brining out, how many agents will it take, do you think?" My questions fired up interest in the crowd, so they didn't dare to interrupt me.

"More then three, obviously. We plan on using 'safety in numbers' to our greatest advantage"

I made a note of that, (#3) "Why do you want Phantom out of the picture so badly? Have you ever thought about what would happen if Phantom wasn't there to fight the ghosts that attack the city?"

A.C. almost looked angry at the question. "If Phantom were easy to handle we wouldn't be so concerned. The G.I.W. can more then handle the ghosts that cause havoc in Amity, so nothing will change when Phantom goes away. He is the only ghost to cause concern since he is above the average power level. All other ghosts don't pose a threat"

"Above the average power level?" I paused, (#4) "If Phantom was really trying, just how much damage could he actually do?" The reporters around me whispered in excitement. Apparently, no one had thought about asking that…

A.C. looked like was really thinking about his next move. Finally he spoke, "If not for the efforts of the G.I.W. Phantom would have already gone on a rampage." He spoke firmly, "Assuming that the G.I.W. wasn't around and Phantom went on such a rampage…it's easy to estimate that he'd level the city in minutes."

My eyes got wide in shock; the news cameras and reporters struggled to get a glimpse at my alarmed expression. Of course, I wasn't shocked that he could assume I could level the city. I'd just never heard a G.I.W. agent admit that I was a formidable foe, let alone an abnormally powerful one.

Naturally, the cameras didn't see me shocked about that. All they could see was a young kid, scared speechless over the thought of his precious home being destroyed…

I gathered my bearings, "Thank you for your time." Again, the cameras didn't see a nervous kid in deep though about the limits of his own power. All they could see was a random kid, in a hood and hat, scared to death for his safety…

"No problem." He turned back to the reporters, to answer more questions. The first few revolved around who I was. As I weaved through the crowd, I could hear A.C. explain to everyone. He said, "That Kid is a hero. He's got a good heart and a will to help others, even when it inconveniences him. Unfortunately, he was harmed like so many by Phantom, during the fight that took place here today."

I couldn't help but smirk as I broke away from the crowd. At that point quite a few people were looking at me; but I didn't care. I couldn't stop thinking about the irony. Everything A.C. said about Phantom and then about Phantom. Phantom is a villain, and yet I am a hero. Phantom is heartless, and yet I have a big heart. Phantom is powerful, and I'm just an average kid with a drive to help people.

What he didn't know was that we were the same person...and that he had dug himself into a verbal hole.

I mean literally, and ironically, we were the same exact person. Not even a surname or hair color a as a difference.

It's what only Andy noticed, even before I did. But of course, it wouldn't be ironic if I didn't point it out…but how?

As I walked towards the exit a thought came to me. The glass had been cleaned up by the janitors there were just no doors in place yet. One of the janitors told me to be careful before he went on his way.

I started thinking. Finally I came up with half an idea, and ran with it.

Stopping abruptly, I spun around to face the crowd, now about thirty-feet in front of me. Pulling my hood off of my head, and beginning to unzip my jacket half way down, I shouted, "Hey, Agent C!"

A.C. looked up at me, his height allowed him to see me over everyone easily. Speaking of "everyone," I got everyone's attention right away. Citizens, reporters, and cameramen alike, turned to me in order to witness the cause of my sudden outburst.

I giggled like I was crazy and lifted my hat off my head, holding it like lady liberty's torch. Simultaneously, I unzipped my jacket down past my chest.

Agent C's expression just made me smile. Everyone was silenced with surprise and anticipation…

I smiled broadly and revealed the (now regenerated) DP logo on my chest, shook out my snow-white hair, and flashed my dazzling green eyes.

As I let out a laugh, I shouted the first thing I could think of, "Good talk!"

I swayed in place and put my hat on askew. Dozens of gasps could be heard, which would be echoed out in TV land. With a smile on my face, I leapt into the air and performed a mock salute. I flew out through the doors and into the sky, laughing harder then I had in a long time.

Now this I looked forward to seeing on the news…

(POV change: narrator.)

When the crowd of people finally snapped out of their astounded stupors. Quietly, and as one, they turned to face Agent C.

Agent C laughed nervously and shrugged his shoulders, "Who would've thought, right?"

AUTHORS NOTES!

There you go! A fic out of a funny thought, and ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO! If you think I'm done humiliating Agent C, you're wrong! We need to see conclusion, and reactions! Which, there will be-

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On a lesser note, somehow I see Jazz's hair being auburn; in cartoon land, orange is just an easy substitute. Yes, girls with really long hair get distracted when it's tangled. Believe me I know. ;)

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