I have all the challenges written down in a book here, and I'm now going down the list. Maybe I should write fluff more often. But it's not my style. Enough condoning fluffy things: let's get something else in here…

Challenge by Plushiemon

7. Alone

Was someone really there for him?

Huddled in his room, all alone with no one to comfort him anymore. No one seemed to take it lightly that he was a half human, half ghost. His parents nearly killed him. Sam and Tucker had been banished from the city. Jazz couldn't get in contact with him at all, being the doors were locked and no one could have access to his room before the Guys in White came by and picked him up to go to the facility for testing. He was scared, angry… he didn't expect this to happen to him.

He thought everyone would believe him.

But as he covered himself up in sheets, taking deep breaths and trying to calm his furiously beating heart, his mind began to drift to one person who would try to convince him that everyone was against him and only he would understand the boy's plight. He shuddered and looked at the phone, tempted to reach out and call him, but he fought against that thought and shrugged the blankets off himself. He stood up and looked around his room, tears welling up. His whole life was almost flashing right before his eyes, and he couldn't do one thing about it.

Or could he?

Danny Fenton swallowed, a ring of light splitting down his waist and revealing his ghostly counterpart whom he had grown accustomed to for the past several months. He nodded to himself reluctantly, poking his head out the window. "There he is!" a cry was heard, and multiple flashes of light went off. He pulled himself back in, scowling. Ever since the revelation of his identity, the news had followed him around like a pack of dogs. No privacy or comfort from anyone except his sister, and even then, she had a hard time trying to be alone with him.

He had to do it. There wasn't much of a choice any more. It was either become delusional due to the government, or seek refuge in another place- one which he hated with a passion. Quite the dilemma for a fifteen year old teenager to go through. Going intangible, he fazed through the roof and flew into the clouds. He became visible again, soaring towards a large mansion-like castle, hoping that this decision wasn't going to be his last. Besides, he would have lived with one seriously crazed up fruit loop any day than become a test subject.

Faster and faster he went towards Vlad Masters', or Vlad Plasmius', house, counting seconds of life under his breath.

He finally saw the great castle, speeding downwards and landing right on the lawn of the billionaire's property. He rushed up to the doors and knocked, panting and sweating like nothing he had ever done before. The doors opened, and a silver haired forty year old bachelor stared at the white haired, out-of-breath hybrid standing on his front porch. He blinked. "Daniel?"

He tried to calm himself down. "Vlad. You've got to help me."

"With what?" the half ghost questioned, a small grin playing on his lips. "My boy, your face has been showing all over the news as if you're the next Paris Hilton woman or whoever she is. Fame, fortune, glory. I thought you would've had everything right now. Why come and ask your archenemy for his assistance when you've claimed all you've wanted?"

Phantom morphed, a weak kneed Danny clutching to the door for support. "They want to kill me."

His heart nearly stopped beating, his face twisting into one of confusion. "What?"

"Vlad, they want to kill me!" he yelled, his voice hoarse from the screaming he had done at his parents only hours before. "They want to take my body apart and dissect my flipping body like I'm an animal! They're handing me over to the GIW in a couple hours if I stay there and huddle in my room!" He suddenly grabbed the bachelor's hand pleadingly, something Vlad thought he would never live to witness. "You've got to help me! Sam and Tucker are banished; the press is following me around like wolves, and Mom and Dad are waiting for the government to take me away!"

Vlad grabbed Danny's wrist and stared into his eyes. There was a strange sort of fiery passion in them as he narrowed his eyes and spoke. "Daniel James Fenton. You have got to pull yourself together. What the bloody hell happened to my little badger that would defy me in the face of danger and fight me with the strength of nothing ever seen by humans and ghosts alike? Where did that Danny Fenton go? From what I see, he disappeared a long time before he showed up on my doorstep." He let go of his wrist and smirked. "Besides, I have no time to take care of you. I am a business man."

"You're a fruit loop!" Danny hissed, clinging to the door with a superhuman effort. "You really think the old Danny Fenton disappeared?!"

Vlad crossed his arms, a black ring of light splitting down him. A vampire like ghost appeared in front of him, pointed teeth formed into a smile. "Well, the way you are acting so childish right now clearly states the obvious, my boy."

He clenched up angrily. Plasmius stared at him in the doorway. "Go work your magic, little badger. Show them that you are only what you choose to be. And if that means you still come back here after putting up a fight, I might, just might, take you into my house."

The rings of light split down his body, and Phantom was off into the skies moments later. Plasmius chuckled to himself. "Oh, the things I do to make a difference in his life," he murmured, shutting the door to the outside world. "He's not alone in this world. He just has to see the ones who really care about him. And right now, he needs to find them. He can't come to me.

"At least, not yet."

Really awkward. This one's supposed to make you think. It made me think, that's for sure. I feel like this one almost made me feel strange inside. And I have nothing more to say…