Last Thing I Remembered

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: Butch Hartman does; I don't.

Valley of Emeralds

The prison where Bullet and the ghosts cops worked was situated in a beautiful lush canyon. Sam would have oohed and ahhed over all the lush emerald grass and rare gorgeous plants that surrounded the vast complex.

"Over here, Danny," Bullet quietly called, bringing the boy back to his present reality. A wicked looking iron gate swung open to admit the two of them; the cops having gone back to their posts the moment of their return.

"Sorry, Bullet," Danny replied, shaking his head. "It's just Sam would have loved the natural wildness of this place, just without the incarceration aspect."

"I know what you mean," Bullet replied. "Walker will appreciate that one."

"Walker? Is he the Warden?"

"Yes. His office is just down this corridor." The setup for the warden's office reminded Danny of his daily trip to see Principal Ishiyama. He sighed and sat down in the seat dubbed the 'troublemaker's bench'. He looked up to see Bullet eyeing him with a strange smile on his face. "Habit," he explained.

"Shows you have spirit, punk, and you know your place in the food chain," a gruff Clint-Eastwood sounding voice said from the doorway. "Both of you, get your butts in here."

Bullet looked at Danny and shrugged. "He's got his own spy network," he said. "Best get this interview over."

"Sit," Walker, an almost pure-white ghost dressed like a gangster from the thirties said, gesturing at the two seats in front of him. One of the guards shoved Danny from behind, causing the boy to stumble. Danny glared at him; the guard just grinned sardonically in reply.

"Explain," the Warden barked.

"The boy tumbled out of the new stable portal," Bullet replied. "He's a newborn."

"A halfa," Walker said, acid in his tone. "Another freak of nature on the loose."

"What is a halfa, Mr. Walker, sir?" Danny asked, trying to calm the nervousness in his voice. "I don't understand."

Walker exchanged glances with Bullet.

"What is your name, boy?"

"Daniel James Fenton, sir."

"What do you know about ghosts, son?"

"Only that they're evil and want to hurt humans, sir."

Walker exchanged another glance with Bullet. "Who told you this?" he demanded.

"My parents, sir," Danny answered. "They're ghost hunters."

"The Fentons!" Walker shouted, rising to his feet in anger. "They are on my top-ten list and now their son sits before me as a half-freak abomination."

"Walker," Bullet cut him off before he launched into another tirade about Plasmius. "He's not Plasmius. He has no idea what he has become. I would suggest sending him back to the human world, but not as he was before."

Walker grinned as the what Bullet had in mind struck his brain. "Might work," he mused, stroking his chin. Looking a scared Danny Fenton in the eyes, he leaned over the desk. "Here's the deal, punk. You work for me now. I am sending you back to your world, but you will do as I tell you. Return to your life as it was before; go to school, play video games, whatever you teens do nowadays."

"Yes, sir," Danny said, relieved to be still in one piece.

Walker shook his index finger in a warning gesture. "I'm not finished, boy. Bullet has agreed to take you on as one of my bounty hunters. It will be your job to catch any rogues who enter your world and return him here. From time to time, you will give me any information that I require on your parents."

"You want me to betray my folks?" Danny asked, shocked.

"No," Walker told him. "You will just keep your eyes and ears open. You are a ghost now, son, and as a halfa, you can still masquerade yourself as a mortal. Bullet will take you to see some of our allies now. Any questions?"

Danny's looked down at his trembling hands as he assimilated what the white ghost was telling him. "Who is Plasmius?" he asked, finally looking up at Walker and Bullet.

"Punk's got guts," Walker said, chuckling. "Get him out of here, Bullet and take him to Clockwork."

"Yes, sir. Follow me, Phantom."

"Phantom?" Danny asked him, puzzled over the new name.

"You have to be called something now that you're one of us," Bullet explained.

"Make sense," Danny replied. "Who is Clockwork?"

"Full of questions, ain't ye?"