Chapter 13:

Wren POV-

If there's anyone who hates Vlad Masters more than me, it's my brother, but I didn't want to get him upset, so I didn't tell him.

But I had to tell someone or I was going to explode.

James passed me in the hall and I grabbed him arm pulling him behind a corner.

"Ow, what was that for?" he whined, rubbing his arm.

"Do you know who the mayor is?" I asked him.

"What? What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Do. You. Know. Who the mayor is?" I asked again, punctuating my words.

"No, who is it?" he answered finally.

"Vlad Masters," I said in a quiet voice. His eyes widened.

"Are you sure?" he breathed and I nodded, "How is it safe for us to be here if he's here?" James voiced my concerns.

"I don't know. But he probably doesn't know who we are, at least not yet, but there had tohave been some reason that my dad chose to send us here," I told him.

"Yeah…I've never known your dad not to have a plan…but it would have been nice if we had been let in on it," James said.

"I know, but maybe he couldn't tell us…with the time stream and all…so maybe we have to move around this carefully," I said.

"Yeah, maybe," James nodded. Then the bell rang, we were late to third period. James and I both took off in our opposite directions heading to class.

Danny POV-

I saw Wren drag James into a corner and I realized that this would be the perfect opportunity for me to spy on her.

"No, who is it?" I heard James ask from where I was invisibly floating about ten feet away.

"Vlad Masters," Wren breathed, still looking worried. I saw James's face turn pale in fear. And as the crowds of the hallway suddenly realized that they needed to go to class quickly, I didn't hear his reply.

"…How is it safe…?" I heard James say. They were afraid for their safety? What threat could Vlad possibly hold to them?

"I don't know…but there had to have been some reason for my dad to send us here…" I heard Wren's quiet response. So her dad was the one who sent them here. From where?

"…I've never known your dad to not have a plan…" James whispered back.

"…maybe he couldn't tell us…time stream…move…carefully," Wren told James so quietly I barely saw her lips move. But what was it about the time stream? That didn't make any sense.

James agreed with her and the bell rang, so they each ran their separate ways.

'Great, now I'm going to be late too,' I thought as I flew off towards my next period class.

I used my next class to tell Sam what I had seen last night and what I had heard a minute ago.

"So it's true…whatever it is," she acknowledged.

"Yeah, and Vlad is somehow involved," I added.

"Vlad? How?" she asked me.

"You should have seen the look on her face when I mentioned him this morning, and then I overheard her talking to James about him, and he seemed pretty freaked out too," I replied.

"Do you think that maybe Vlad is the 'he' who wants her family?" Sam asked me. I hadn't really considered but, but with her saying it out loud, it seemed like a likely option.

"Maybe. But why? And how would he even know them?" I wondered.

"More college friends?" Sam asked with a smirk.

"Not funny," I replied, but she did have a point.

'Maybe I should have Tucker research my parents' college class,' I deliberated.

"But what war is it? Or is it something that hasn't happened yet?" Sam questioned.

"What do you mean 'hasn't happened yet'? Do you think they can prophesize the future or something?" I wondered.

"Maybe…" Sam trailed off like she was thinking hard about something, but, whatever it was, she wasn't going to let me in on her train of thought.

Suddenly my ghost sense went off. I sighed. Thankfully, Sam and I were in study hall and thankfully Mr. Roberts always allows me to leave. I raised my hand and Mr. Roberts simply nodded without sparing more than a glance up from the thick novel he was reading.

Wren POV-

I was totally spacing out in third period. I mean, who wouldn't be? I just realized that the biggest antagonist of the future has been ruling this city since before I got here, and my dad probably had some ulterior motive of sending us to this time period.

'He probably expected me to screw it up,' I thought to myself. But why that would make a difference, I didn't know. What could I possibly do that would impact Amity Park so far into the future? And if that had not been my father's intent, why hadn't he picked a different time or place for all of us to go?

'No,' I decided. There was a purpose to us coming here. I just have to find out what it was.

Then I saw something wiz passed the window, and I recognized the black and white ghostly form immediately.

Danny Phantom.

Remembering my thought from earlier about how he may have talked to my parents in the future, I realized that this would be a good first step to finding out what goal my dad put me here to accomplish. So, I raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom.

I walked briskly out the side doors of the school to the football field where I had seen Danny Phantom a moment ago. I prayed that I hadn't missed him, and, sure enough, I hadn't.

He was directly over the goal post fighting a ghost I knew to be Skulker. Not wanting to be spotted by the villainous ghost, I ducked behind the bleachers.

The battle between the two ghosts raged on, and neither seemed to be able to hit the other, that is, until Skulker got a lucky shot and blasted Danny Phantom in his shoulder blade, sending the younger ghost out of the sky and creating a crater in the grass.

It must have been a really powerful blast because, Phantom was unconscious.

Suddenly, in a blinding blue-white light Danny Phantom was no longer unconscious on the ground. Instead, my dad, Danny Fenton, lay unarmed and unprotected before the ghost.

'No, that can't be right,' I shook my head, blinking hard just to make sure I wasn't seeing things. I wasn't.

'My DAD is Danny Phantom?!' I processed. Now things were making sense. The green eyes here and in my dream, his high position in the rebellion, the secrets, and even the fact that I was in this decade.

'My dad is Danny Phantom,' I thought again, this time with a little more clarity. I looked back up to where he was still unconscious on the field, just in time to see Skulker loom over him, blaster cannon raised and pointed at my dad.

"DAD!" I yelled on impulse, getting out from under my hiding spot under the bleachers.

Skulker looked in my direction, surprised, just surprised enough to be caught in a familiar beam of light.

I looked to the source. It was my mom. With a Fenton Thermos.

'Shit! Please tell me she didn't hear that!' I pleaded.

"What did you say?" she asked, with an eyebrow raised, walking towards me as she capped the Fenton Thermos.

"Um…I…um…" I panicked, having no idea what to say to her because of my damn inability to lie easily under pressure. There was a groan and both my mom and I turned to see my dad trying to get up, holding his shoulder.

"Danny!" she exclaimed, casting one more look at me before running over to help him.

It took my dad only a second to register that my mom was there, and another second to question what I was doing there.

"I don't know," my mom crossed her arms, "I was getting ready to ask her the same question."

"Um…" I gulped again, still unsure what to say, rubbing the back of my neck and biting my lip as I struggled to mentally formulate a convincing lie.

The look on her face changed to one of realization.

"Oh my God…" she covered her mouth with her hand and stared at me, "Oh my God. It all makes sense now…You are…" she trailed off but I understood where she was going. She had figured it out.

I nodded.

"And he is…" she pointed to my dad. I nodded again. She mouthed "Oh my God" again and then another thought crossed her mind.

"Wait…am I…are we…?" she asked and I nodded again, "Oh my God," she said again, sitting on the nearby bleachers.

"Are we what? Will somebody please tell me what the hell is going on?" my dad asked.

"Danny, don't you get it?" my mom asked after a minute, "She can't see the future. She is the future."

It took a moment for him to let that sink in.

"So you're from the future…" he said and I nodded in response, "…but what does that mean for us?"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Clearly, I was going to have to spell this out for him. My mom, on the other hand, did not resist the urge; she rolled her eyes at my denseness.

"Dad, you may want to sit down," I sighed. Then he got it. His eyes widened and he staggered a little on his feet from the shock, quickly taking the spot next to Sam on the lowest seat of the bleachers.

They were both silent for a few minutes and I stood awkwardly, not knowing if I should sit down or not.

"Wow," my dad said finally, "That's…wow…we're…" he gestured between my mom and himself and I nodded yet again. My dad let out a deep breath running his hand through his hair before finally beginning to regain his composure. "We need to talk," he decided finally, "Start from the beginning."

So I sat down next to my parents and started from the beginning.