Yes, here is the movie fic! I guarentee tha tthis will be one of the most dramatic "episodes" in this whole story. It'll also be kinda lengthy, so buckle down!

Jake rushed down the empty halls of the school. He was running out of breath as he swung around a corner and up to a classroom door. He practically crashed through it.

Mr. Taylors glared at him. "Mr. Fenton, if I am correct, this has been the fifth time you've been late…in the last two months."

"Sorry…Mr. Taylors." Jake panted out his apology. "I…"

"I don't want excuses, Jacob. I want results. I have no choice but to organize a parent-teacher conference as it is obvious that this problem has not improved."

The boy stiffened as the rest of the class just gawked. Jake Fenton, the smart, responsible kid who never did anything wrong, actually got a parent-teacher conference.

"But…" Jake stammered, trying his best to avoid the unwanted situation.

"Tomorrow, 4:30 sharp." The man ordered, causing his student to cringe.

Jake sucked in a breath to argue, but found it pointless and just slouched. "Yes, Mr. Taylors."

With that, he made his way to his seat, his classmates still wide-eyed. The boy collapsed onto his chair. Even his friends were staring.

"Jake, what…the…heck?" Tori asked her life-long friend.

Jake stared at his shoes and continued walking.

"Tori, leave him alone. He's already depressed as it is." Chris argued, moving in between the two.

The huntress glared at her. "Hey, I have a right to know what's going on with my best friend!"

"Well, maybe he doesn't feel like talking about it!" Chris snapped back.

"Then he can say so for himself!"

At this point, Jake looked up. He looked pretty darn angry.

"Enough!" he screamed, causing everyone in the halls to stop and stare. The area dropped into dead silence. Unnoticed by anyone other than Matt and Chris, his eyes were burning red. "I've had it with you two! You're always arguing and it's driving me insane! And, no, I do not want to talk about anything! So, just give me some space and stop talking like I'm not even here!"

With that, Jake stormed off down the halls, his fists clenched and eyes still blazing red. Mr. Taylors stepped out into the hall.

"Mr. Fenton, what…" He began, grabbing Jake's arm.

The teen simply shook him off and began running until he was out the front door, his eyes closed tight after he realized that they started glowing red. Abby walked up and stood next to the teacher for a minute.

"I'll go get him." She volunteered, transforming and flying out through the ceiling. She zoomed down the streets, searching for her brother.

"Okay, he can't fly, how far could he have possibly gone?" She wondered to herself as she continued searching.

Suddenly, the sounds of blasting erupted in the air. The girl instantly forgot about her brother to find the source of the noise. She found herself at the park, greeted by the sight of Shadow blasting away at an old tree that didn't look like it was about to come down anytime soon. He looked furious as he mumbled and screamed to himself.

Abby's face twisted into one of hatred. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?!"

His shoulders stiffened and he stopped blasting, but he didn't turn around to face her.

"I'm not in the mood, Abby. Go away." He ordered.

"I'm not too happy right now either. My brother just freaked out and ditched school and now I have to go track him, but I can't do that if I have to worry about you blowing up the entire park." She snapped.

"I'm serious. Leave." He growled.

"Or what?" She retorted.

In response, he whipped around and revealed his eyes glowing completely red; no whites, no pupils.

The sister absentmindedly drifted back a few feet before stopping herself.

"Looks like someone has a temper." She taunted with a wry smirk.

A low growl sounded in the ghost boy's throat. Unable to control his temper, he threw out an ecto-blast, hitting her dead center. She was knocked back a few feet and gasped.

"Y-you hit me." Her voice was coated with shock.

"No kidding." He hissed, still looking furious.

Her eyes narrowed. "If that's how you want to play it, then let's go."

She flew straight at him and fired her own green ghost rays, all of which Shadow blocked with a shield. He leapt up from the ground and sent a ghost zapper at her. She dashed behind a tree and avoided the attack, but was then throttled when he came up and shot fiery ghost rays at her. She couldn't block them and was hit, falling to the ground. She looked up, completely battered.

"I warned you." He reminded her in a threatening tone. There wasn't even a hint of remorse in his voice as he stood over the beaten body of his own sister.

Abby tried kicking at his legs, but he merely turned them intangible.

"I'll give you one last chance. Leave now or else I might really lose it." The male ghost warned.

"I think you already did." She gasped defiantly.

Shadow clenched his fists and took deep breaths, trying to keep control. "I'm not going to hold back."

"Alright, I'll leave." She agreed. "But I'm going to tell my Dad."

She heard another snarl as she flew off, bruised and battered. If she stayed, she knew that she'd be in big trouble. Besides, she still needed to find Jake.

Chris glanced anxiously at the clock.

"Where are they?" She whispered to Matt. It was almost the end of the day and neither Jake nor Abby had returned.

Suddenly, Abby flew into the classroom, looking worse for wear.

"I can't find him." She told Mr. Taylors.

"Poison Oak, what on Earth happened to you, Ms. Fenton?" Mr. Taylors exclaimed.

"Ran into Shadow. Little piece of advice; don't go anywhere near that kid when he's ticked." The teacher opened his mouth to respond to that, but his student cut him off. "Yes, I already informed my Dad."

In the back, Chris and Matt looked at each other nervously.

"Since when does Jake beat Abby that bad?" The goth girl whispered.

"This can't be good. There's no way he's in control right now with that kind of damage." The boy replied.

"Let's look for him after school. Something tells me that he won't be that hard to find." She planned. Matt nodded in agreement.

"Okay, we've been looking for hours. Are you sure that he isn't at his house?" Chris inquired.

"Abby said that she'd call me if he came home and you know that their Dad won't let her move a single muscle in her condition." Matt replied. "And Tori's looking for him, too. Although, I seriously doubt that she'll find him since he's probably in ghost form."

"Then where the heck could he be?!"

The geek thought for a moment, before his eyes widened in realization. "I think I have an idea. C'mon."

The two took off down the street again.

Danny paced right outside his daughter's bedroom. Sam watched anxiously as her husband paced around.

"Danny, this isn't like him. Jake's never ditched school before." Sam commented.

"I know." Danny mumbled.

"I'm really worried about him. He's been acting so weird lately; being late to school, missing homework, his grades are dropping, he's always so tired, Mr. Taylors called for a parent-teacher conference, and now this!"

Danny froze for a minute. "Wait, can you repeat that?"

Sam's mouth hung open. "Daniel Fenton, please tell me that you haven't really missed that much of your own son's life."

"No, it's not that." The father assured. "Just, please, can you say that again?"

The wife sighed. "He's late to school, missing homework, his grades are dropping…" She trailed. "Okay, what's going on in your head?"

"No. No way. Impossible." Danny began to mumble to himself while he picked up his pacing again, only more flustered.

Sam walked up to him and held him still. "What's impossible?"

Danny bit his lip. "I know this sounds insane, but…what if Jake has ghost powers?"

I'm evil aren't I? -Runs away from the reviewers who will kill her for ending it there-

Also, the THIRD Adventures After a Mistake video is up. BUT BE WARNED! It contailns SPOILERS!