We were being attacked.

It happened during school. It was smack dab right in the middle of the day when Danny and I had to run for our lives. Skulker, Ghost Writer, Spectra... three of Danny's worst enemies. Two of mine. I didn't really mind Ghost Writer. He was a rather nice ghost, for a ghost anyway. He had been the one to teach me to speak English instead of Ghost, which is what most ghosts spoke. But he was attacking my boyfriend now, and now I needed to be strong. Danny and I found a quiet spot to transform, and we went out to fight.

It wasn't our best choice. We were almost immediately knocked back just from one combined attack. We fought and were losing, but we stayed strong. As half-ghosts, we couldn't hold our own as well as a full ghost could. Two half-ghosts and three full ghosts really wasn't a fair fight... Suddenly I heard a voice from behind me, there was the sound of an attack, and Skulker went flying.

"Hi, guys!" Kit laughed, bouncing up next to us. Cobalt floated nearby, smiling a little. "So, did you guys know that Cobalt and I are actually one ghost? He's my other half, and we can fuse together for a really powerful attack!" He full-on crazy grinned then. "But I like to stay separate. I like to see him."

"Talk less, fight more!" Cobalt shouted, blasting Spectra in the face.

Kit cackled. "Oh, don't worry! I've plenty of friends!"

"Friends...?" Danny paled.

Two ghosts slunk in, and rather odd-looking ghosts they were. They were sort of bandy-legged, and they walked as though they were going to sprint any moment now. One had big, silver, feathery wings, and his eyes were a deranged silver as well. The other had big, red, fiery wings, and his eyes were a dangerous red.

"Should we call in the circus?" the silver one called to Kit.

"No!" Kit shouted back, blasting Skulker again. Danny and I teamed up on Ghost Writer, and I noticed he looked very eager to fight both of us. It broke my core to see him want to kill me so badly. "Leave the show outside! Get them to help the town!"

"Got it!" the red one shouted, and they kicked Spectra in the back before scampering out.

When all three ghosts were finally defeated, Danny sent them back to the ghost zone and we carried on outside. I didn't think Kit had actually meant a show, but apparently he'd created a circus in his time away from the asylum. There were so many types of ghosts and humans there; all of them were armed. They were causing confusion in the opposing army; Jack seemed to be trying to restrain himself from shooting every ghost in sight. Danny and I waved to the other Fentons, but we were soon occupied with none other than Plasmius.

I smiled coldly. "Hello, Masters."

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We fought him for hours. Even with both of us, we were getting nowhere. When he shot Danny out of the air, I growled. I landed in front of Danny protectively, and I could see that he was running out of energy. I twisted an Ecto-Dejecto in my hand; the goop still hadn't been fixed. Danny took it gratefully, even though I could sense his worry for me. I was running out of energy too. Well, there was one solution to that...

Without realizing it, I'd told Danny to prepare himself. I glared at Plamius, and then I reached into my own chest with one intangible hand and took out my own core. I whined and gasped as it left my body, my body violently rejecting its removal. I lifted my head up to see that plasmius actually had a sort of surprised look on his face. I felt my energy pulse in my hand, and I felt how easily breakable my core was.

My core was shattered.

I remembered part of the dream. I had shattered my own core.. I shook my head and spoke sharply to Plasmius. "Die." I threw my core with all my might, and Plasmius froze. It hit him and disintegrated.

He grunted in pain and shouted as all the electricity inside my core hit him. In return, I felt the energy leave me. Only a small amount remained in me; it kept me from turning right into ectoplasmic goo. My vision blurred again; I fought to stay conscious. My ghostly glow left me, and I felt my body lock into my ghost form.

"Rose," Danny whispered. I threw him a small smile and helped him up; I nearly fell myself. I wasn't gaining more energy, not without my core. Plasmius groaned in wrath.

"You think you can defeat me with such a simple trick?" he shouted. "All that did was weaken you, shadow child!" I smirked a little, but I soon groaned and clutched my chest; my blood was pooling inside of my body because of my core's absence.

Danny stood in front of me then, and I felt myself tremble and ripple. I forced myself to hold onto my form. I would not melt. I lost consciousness on my feet, and the next thing I remembered was fighting Skulker again. Jazz, Maddie, and Jack had learned who was a good ghost and who needed to be defeated; they were doing a fine job of defending the town. Ember, Sam, and Tucker were fighting side by side. They took down ghosts together, any previous grudges pout aside for the protection of the town. Just as the robotic ghost went down the second time, I heard a crash.

Johnny.

"Daddy?" I squeaked, shivering in horror at the sight of his ectoplasm pooling around his broken back.

"Don't worry about me, kid," he grunted. "I'll be fine." Another crash sounded behind me. Danny. My father saw me hesitate, and he barked at me, "Go protect Danny! I'll be fine!" KItty floated down next to him.

"Go, Rose," she urged me quietly. I hesitated again, and then nodded. I remembered my dream now. I knew I needed to act on it.

I saw Johnny's broken body; I saw my own core outside of my body, shattered into a million pieces. It was trying to repair itself, but I wasn't paying attention to that. Everything hurt so much. So much. I wasn't worried about that, though. I was worried about Danny.

Plasmius was walking over to his crumpled form. Jack and Maddie were staring at their son in horror; I faintly realized that he was almost completely powerless, the last of his energy being used to maintain his ghost form. I staggered over to Danny and planted myself in front of him.

"Rose, no!" he shouted, panicked; he knew what I was going to do. Jack and Maddie's expression became more shocked; they knew about Danny and I, but no one else did. They knew what I was going to do.

I turned back at Danny and smiled painfully. "Don't worry, Danny. I'm going to protect you now. Everything will be fine." I looked back at Plasmius. He was smirking; he didn't think I could defeat him. But I knew I could; there was one attack he didn't know I had. "Say goodbye, Plasmius."

This was for my father, Johnny 13, who would be crippled for life. This was for my mother, Kitty, who was losing her only child. This was for my friends, Ember and Sam and Tucker, who had fought valiantly beside me. This was for Jack and Maddie, who were afraid for Danny and I. This was for Jazz, who had coached me through my mental breakdown. Most importantly, this was for Danny, who would be losing me.

I took a deep breath, summoned up the very last of my energy, and screamed.

The last of my energy was poured into my wail, electricity shooting right through Plasmius's body. I watched the older ghost crumple and die, and then he withered away to nothing. Danny would have no more trouble with him ever. My energy died; my scream stopped. I felt myself ripple again; I forced myself side to hold on just one more moment.'

I turned to Danny, trembling. I had a smile on my face, and I could sense his horror. I couldn't see anything anymore; my energy had taken with it my ability to see. Or maybe my other eye had been damaged. I didn't know. I gave him another smile, trembling more violently. And then I melted.

Danny's POV

I watched him melt. He killed himself to protect me. I felt myself cry, even though I hadn't cried in years. Tears slid down my cheeks for the loss of my boyfriend. I almost didn't hear Clockwork come up behind me; he had fought on our side.

"He's dead," i whispered hoarsely. "Rose is dead."

"Danny," Clockwork began, a small smile on his face - why was he smiling when my boyfriend just died? - "Rose made a sacrifice to save you. But look closely, Danny."

I stared at the ectoplasmic goo that used to be my boyfriend, and I felt the small pulses of life coming from it. My eyes widened in surprise and horribly joy.

"He's not dead, Danny," Clockwork told me. "All he needs is his core."

I looked over at the pieces of yellow core that Rose had thrown to weaken Vlad. It had stopped trying to reform. I nodded slowly. "We'll get him back. I'll get him back."

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My parents had taken the goo that my was boyfriend and put it in a beaker; Rose had been stabilized and purified, and his core had been swept up and put into a case to keep it safe. It was slowly, slowly reforming.

"He's no conscious, sweetie," my mother told me. "He's alive, but just barely. He may not ever reform his body, and he might not even come out of this... ghost coma."

I nodded slowly again. It was hard to taken in that my boyfriend might not ever wake up. My mother kissed me on the forehead.

"Go to sleep, dear," she told me. "We'll keep trying to wake Rose up so that he can reform."

As I went to leave the lab, the beaker shuddered and flung itself at me. It shattered and for a split moment, Rose reformed. He was still smiling, and he reached one hand out to me. Then he fell, and there was just ectoplasmic goop remaining. I raised one eyebrow.

"I don't think Rose agrees that I should sleep, Mom," I told my mother.

LOOK HOW EVIL I AM HAVE I DESTROYED ALL YOUR FEELS? Yes, this story is now over. However, THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL! Not after this story; I'll be starting a completely new story after this one that has nothing to do with this one. Stay tuned, guys! Until next time!

-Zelith