Don't own Danny Phantom.

Woo, been a long time since I did one of these, I want to finish ON THE DAY 7. 20

Cause I started this on that day, last year.

So if I end on that day this year, it means it took a year to finish this challenge.

Day One

There were no ghosts in Amity Park.

None.

Zip.

Nada.

I was surprised; usually there was at least the Box Ghost, or even the Ghost Boy, lazing around. But when I stepped outside this morning, I didn't hear the familiar sounds of the Ghost Boy fighting another ghost, or the chatter of teens talking about 'Danny Phantom!'

Sure, there were teens, but they just seemed confused.

It made me wonder if he was up to something.

At least, until my son came downstairs and collapsed on the sofa, groaning softly.

I immediately walked over to him, seeing his pale face and flushed cheeks. I put my hand on his forehead, frowning slightly when I felt his fever. He opened his eyes slowly and stared up at me, glazed with the fever, before his eyes fluttered closed.

"Danny, sweetie, are you feeling okay?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.

He merely opened his eyes and shook his head. I stood up from my seat on the couch and went to get a washcloth. Once I came back, I placed it on his forehead and watched as a sigh left his lips, his eyes closing again.

I blinked when I thought I saw a hint of green in his eyes.

Pushing back the hair from his head I asked softly "Do you want me to take you upstairs?"

After a few moments, he nodded.

I gently picked him up (when did he get so light?) and started walking towards his room. Every so often I would shift him in my arms and he would make a whine of protest. I reached his room quickly and placed him on his bed.

"Don't worry son, I'll watch over you, just call if you need anything, okay?" I told him softly and kissed his forehead.

He was already asleep by the time I stood up.

I smiled at his sleeping form and left his room. My wrist buzzed lightly and I looked down towards it.

There was a ghost nearby.

I bit my lip and decided to go and hunt it, Danny was asleep….

By the time I got to the place where the ghost was I saw Phantom already there, merely chatting with the ghost-what was his name? Skulker- while sitting on some boxes.

I snuck closer and leaned in to hear what they were saying.

"Don't worry Ghost Child, we never bother one another when we have the Ghost Sickness."

"So we get it every year."

"Yes, every year on the same day each time."

"….how long does it last?"

"Five days."

"Five days!"

"Bad for you Ghost Child, when we have this sickness our powers are all over the place, they come up at random times." There was a swish in the air and I looked in time to see Skulker's glowing sword pop out of his arm. "You see?"

"….."

"You're worried aren't you? It's just you and your mother isn't it? We made a betting pool that she's going to find out. I say she is."

"This is bad….I should go home and rest."

"You should, see you in five days, Whelp."

"Yeah? And I'll be there to kick your butt."

They laughed and I watched as Skulker flew wobbly into the air. I looked back towards Phantom to see him shakily stand up. Suddenly he stopped and fell to his knees, shaking. He sat on his knees and held out his hands.

My eyes widened when I spotted a blue glow.

His eyes snapped open (I didn't notice they had closed) and I inhaled when I saw that they were blue…

Almost the same color blue as my son….

I looked towards his hands just in time to see several small crystals form. He then exhaled in relief and slumped forwards a bit. He opened up his palm and let the crystals fall gently to the floor before standing up again and flying away, slowly.

I went towards the crystals and picked one up.

It was slightly warm.

Day Two

The next day I went upstairs to check on my son. Only to see him standing in front of the mirror, pulling at his hair in dismay. He coughed, making it shake his whole frame, before looking up and seeing me in the mirror.

I looked at his hair, and gasped slightly.

There were white streaks in it.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

He laughed nervously, making him cough into his hand again-me being suspicious when his eyes widened at his hand before he shoved it in his pocket, and walked slowly over to the bed, flopping down on it.

Before I could open my mouth to ask, he whispered in a hoarse voice "I don't know mom, they just appeared."

My mouth snapped shut and I just nodded. He opened his eyes and glanced up at me before they widened and closed again.

I could have sworn they were green.

Ecto-plasm green.

Just like Phantom's.

He opened his eyes again and I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. They were blue, his usual icy blue.

"Do you want me to make you some soup?" I asked gently.

He nodded his head and closed his eyes again; maybe he'll take a nap.

I smiled and walked out the door, the image of green eyes on my son flashing in my head.

Once I had finished up cooking the soup (and letting it cool for a while) I slowly walked up the stairs and into my son's room. He smiled at me (which looked more like a grimace) when he spotted me holding his bowl of soup.

I walked slowly over to him and held out the soup, watching as he held it in his hands.

"Thanks Mom." He whispered before taking a sip.

As I walked out of his room, I wondered why his hands were glowing green when I handed him the bowl.

Day Three

When I walked downstairs in the morning to find my son lying down on the couch, asleep.

My first reaction was shock. How did he get down here?

My second reaction was worry, was he okay?

And my third reaction was slight anger, was he even sick at all?

I was about to go over to him and demand answers when his eyes shot open and he practically ran upstairs. I blinked and eventually walked upstairs also, wincing when I heard the sound of retching. I knocked slightly on the closed door.

"Danny sweetie, are you alright?"

I only heard a moan and winced again. Maybe…I should bring him some water….

But when I entered the restroom, I shivered when all I felt was cold. My son looked up at me and took the water, his hands shaking slightly.

"Do you want to go to the doctors? I can make an appointment if you'd like…" I said, staring at him.

He immediately shook his head.

"I'll be fine mom." He croaked out "It'll pass."

I hesitated but nodded my head. "Call if you need anything." I mumbled as I walked out of the restroom.

Later on in the afternoon, I went to his bedroom to check up on him.

I opened the door to see him floating several inches above his bed. I closed my eyes and shook my head. When I opened them he was lying on his bed, not floating at all. I blinked again and laughed softly to myself, I must be going crazy.

I probably was.

Because there was no way my son could float.

I closed the door and shook my head again.

Wouldn't Danny feel if he was floating?

Then another thing came into my mind.

He looked more peaceful floating….if he even was…

Day Four

This morning was strange.

When I walked in to check on my son, I saw a green glow around him.

"Are you alright?" I exclaimed as I walked over to him, not touching him in case it could spread, possibly.

He nodded his head, eyes still closed. Couldn't he feel something was going on?

"You're glowing green Danny."

His eyes opened and I watched as panic started sinking inside of them. Then, his face blanked and he turned towards the mirror.

"Why?"

I looked at him in shock. "I'm not sure why…" I muttered and frowned "Unless you would like to tell me something?"

His whole body tensed.

"No…" he finally said after a few moments before closing his eyes shut, telling me the conversation was over.

I sighed and left the room.

I walked by the restroom door in time to see a bright flash of white light followed by a familiar voice whisper "Oh no…"

I knocked on the door "Are you okay Danny?" I asked, a feeling pooling into my stomach. "Do you want me to go-"

"NO! You don't need to come in here! I can handle it!"

I paused from reaching to grab the doorknob….something wasn't right….

I wasn't sure what to expect when I opened the door. I expected him throwing up or something, or maybe a ghost grabbing him….

What I didn't expect was to see Danny Phantom standing there, staring at me in horror.

Day Five

After a long explanation (most had to be written on a paper because he kept coughing….) I finally understood him.

And it hurt me that I didn't understand him before.

He was getting better now, the sickness was going away. He said that he would be all better tomorrow, and there would be no trace of the sickness.

And whenever I looked back on this, it made me laugh that all it took was a Ghost Sickness for me to find out my son was Danny Phantom.

That was crap.

Ha.