Well hey guys!

This chapters going to have a lot of plot development! Be warned!

Oh and thanks for all the reviews! They made me smile! XD

Also guys I'm going to apologize for any spelling or grammar issues in advance I'm kinda currently in the Appalachian Mountains and I just found a place to stay at that has Wi-Fi, and I'm sleepy as hell from hiking all over the darn place! So in other wards I'm being a tad bit lazy, screw me.

Anyway on with the story!

-DP-

Sam only had to take one look at Danny before she was utterly confused.

What the hell happened to his hair! And what is he wea—Well actually it makes him look kinda hot…

She sunk down into her chair, a semi flirtatious half smile tugging on her lips.

Tucker rolled his eyes, before turning his attention back to his only guy friend. Who, at the moment, looked like a deer caught in headlights. Tucker didn't know that Danny was even capable of looking so terrified. Dash was standing next to him, grinning like an idiot, completely oblivious to Danny's discomfort. However Mr. Lancer seemed to be as observant as ever.

"Are you alright Mr. Phantom?"

Danny looked over at Mr. Lancer, and shook his head slowly. "Um…Yes, I'm—ok. I guess."

Mr. Lancer didn't look convinced.

"Please go take a seat Mr. Baxter."

The Jock didn't need to be told twice he gladly took a spot right behind Paulina, Danny was going to go sit down as well but the overweight English teacher stopped him.

"Not yet Mr. Phantom, you have to introduce yourself to the class first." Mr. Lancer explained as he leaned against his desk. Danny instantly went ridged and shifted uncomfortably under everyone's gaze. Especially Paulina's, the way she was hungrily looking him over made him wonder if she mistook him for a piece of meat.

Mr. Lancer tried to encourage him again. "Go on tell us a little bit about yourself."

"Uh….right…..Um…" Danny said as he stumbled over his words. "Well, I prefer to be called Danny for starters; not Phantom. I'm sorry if I come off as awkward. Everything just feels so strange."

"Well I would imagine. This is your first time coming to school."

"No that's not what's strange. I've been inside this school before. I used to sit in on classes sometimes; I'm surprised no one noticed the cold spots." Danny explained with a shrug; happy to see that his English teacher was buying his quick-second lies. "It's just strange being here as my human half…." He finished lamely.

"Alright…..I guess that's understandable" Mr. Lancer said slowly, before opting to change the subject. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"I like to draw…" Danny offered.

"And?"

"That's it." Danny said with a shrug. "Can I sit down now?"

Mr. Lancer raised an eyebrow. "I suppose so."

Paulina repressed a squeal when Danny walked passed her. She turned to watch him choose a seat, expecting him to sit down right behind Dash, though it seemed that Danny had different Ideas. She watched as the love of her life Stopped in front of Sam. Sam Manson! The schools snobby little Goth freak with an ego the size of Texas! She let lose a growl, her eyes burning in Sam's direction. The audible snap of the pencil she was holding barely registered in her mind as she watched her future boyfriend shyly ask Sam if he could sit in the seat next to her. The seat that was normally reserved for that loser, Fenton!

"I don't see why not." The Goth said with a shrug before a half smile tugged on her purple glossy lips. "I'm Sam by the way." She explained before jabbing her thumb in the techno geek's direction. "And that annoying excuse of a human being is Tucker."

"Hey!" Tucker huffed. "I resent that!"

Danny laughed; he could always count on his friends to lighten the mood! And if he played this right, hopefully, they could be 'Phantom's' friends too. He'd have to be careful though, he didn't want anyone to make any unneeded connections between a certain ghost boy and the son of the local ghost hunters.

"Oh I know!" Danny grinned as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Mr. & Miss Fenton's son, Danny, told me a lot about you two."

Sam shared a knowing glance with Tucker.

"Oh did he now?" She asked with a snicker.

"Yeah, he seems like a pretty cool guy." Danny offered as he plopped down in the seat next to Sam, still grinning at her like a 9 year old kid drunk on sugar.

Tucker rolled his eyes and made a choice to keep the love bird comment to himself. He didn't want to become a homicide victim. Paulina already looked like she was ready to jump up from her chair and tackle Sam to the floor. Of course Sam would probably kick her ass; the Goth could take care of herself. However, in his case, he didn't stand a chance against those perfectly manicured nails of doom! He was not about to relive what happened after that whole 'King Tuck' incident. The techno geek shivered.

Dread went through Paulina like a sliver tinted bullet as she watched her ghost boy laugh and snicker along with everything Sam had to say. She felt her mouth run dry. Was he flirting with her?!

Dash felt like he had just been blindsided by a 300 pound linebacker, Phantom thought that Fenton was cool? The Jock couldn't wrap his mind around the concept. He also couldn't believe that Phantom actually talked to the guy in a friendly manner. The few times that Dash had actually met and talked with Phantom he seemed to be annoyed by the simple fact that he had to deal with the jock in the first place. Dash tried his best to play it off like it didn't bother him but, it still hurt to know that the guy you looked up too thought of you as an irritating loser. It just wasn't fair! Fenton didn't have to worry about his 'friends' stabbing him in the back or his widowed father coming home and beating the crap out of him, the smell of whiskey tingeing his hot breath as he yelled, cursed and told him how much of a pathetic son he was.

That freak had everything that Dash ever asked for! He had a loving family, friends, semi-good grades, and now he had Phantoms respect and possible friendship. Dash swallowed and blinked back a few frustrated tears. He was not about to cry here. School was the only place that he had some semblance of both respect and control. He wasn't about to lose all of that just because he had a moment of self-pity. He would just have to try harder. Maybe he'd rough Fenton around some, ask him how he got Phantom to like him. Dash nodded to himself; that sounded like a good plan. The only thing was, the freak wasn't at school today, weird….

-DP-

Word travels quickly in the ghost zone, especially if it has to do with a certain teenaged halfa. Ember was all ears as a group of unrecognizable ghosts gossiped not too far away from where she was tuning her guitar.

"Wait so he's going through incandescence?" one stated with disbelief, "that can't be right. I thought he already had a daughter. You know, that little white haired girl. Looks just like him. What's her name?"

"Danni?" Another ghost supplied.

"Oh that's right! Yeash, talk he must have a pretty big ego to name his own daughter after himself."

"She's not his daughter and he didn't name her you dip!" Another ghost cut in with a scowl. "She's his clone. Apparently both Vlad's experimenting and obsession with wanting to have the perfect family got out of hand. I swear for a man so smart he sure is stupid!"

"Wait, wait, wait. So you're telling me that he doesn't have a kid and he's going through incandescence?"

The other two ghosts nodded.

"Girls you know what this means don't you! He's looking for a mate!" the ghost squeaked in excitement.

One of the strings on embers guitar snapped.

Dipstick's open game?

It took her a few minutes to get over the shock, but once she did her lips twitched into a sly grin. Oh, she knew just how to get back at skulker for dumping her and that Phantom brat was her God given answer.

Time to have some fun

-DP-

For once clockwork wasn't all too sure of what to make of this specific time line. All the different possibilities of what could happen were making his head spin. The last time something like this had happened was during both of the world wars. Which is what had him so confused, he shouldn't be experiencing this much vertigo over something as silly as Danny…

Clockwork doubled over in pain as brief flashes of pictures flooded his mind. The first one was of an empty thrown and a cracked crown, the second was a nearly destroyed government facility, the third was of Danny— tattered and beaten— fighting to hold up a shield to protect what clockwork could only assume to be his future mate and their family, the next one was of a familiar battered and broken dead body. Tears stung clockworks eyes. The last vision was a war. A war between the living and the dead.

The Vision faded just as quickly as it came and it left clockwork on the floor shaking as he sucked in unnecessary breaths. He was not going to let any of that happen.

-DP-

Agent O paced the length of the stark white board room; his reflection in the window just behind him was mimicking his movements.

"We can't just charge in there and take him!" Agent K said with conviction, slamming his hand down on the table for emphases. "He's earned the respect of almost everyone in that God forsaken town! Not to mention if he really is half-human then our entire operation could be shut down for a human rights evaluation."

"I highly doubt that" Agent A interjected as she finished tying off the braid she had pulled her hair into. She wasn't nearly as worried about this as her male colleges. After all she was the first woman to join the GIW. She knew first hand that people didn't truly change their views or moral beliefs on a dime. It takes time. And while the people of Amity Park might be comfortable with their self-proclaimed protector, the rest of the world wouldn't be.

Agent O stopped his pacing and folded his hands behind his back. "Agent K is right."

Agent A rolled her eyes. Of course he is.

"I would be more respectful Agent A. you may be the companies most successful hunter but that doesn't mean you know how to handle politics, because that's all this is going to turn into, a political fight for who gets to own the USA's newest toy," Agent O said in a steady tone, his unwavering eyes were set on Agent A the entire time. "Or whether or not anyone should get to own him at all."

-DP-

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