(Danny's POV)

I sat in the kitchen, picking at the last of my toast. Margret had retired for the night, alerting Dash to my current whereabouts. That's how I found myself back in the medical centre. The blonde was less than pleased about my accident, turning into a larger version of my mother. I'm sure he would have tossed me over his shoulder in annoyance had I not been so injured. X-rays of my hands showed what I had assumed, more fractures to my hand and a busted nose but no concussion.

"Alright, arms up." I glance back at Kwan, lifting my hands slightly so he could rewrap my ribs.

"Hey!" Dash snaps, trying to grab my hands I'd all but ripped out of his hand in the process "Trying to repair a broken hand here." Dash yanks my hand back

"Well I'm trying to wrap broken ribs here," Kwan snaps back, Kwan pulls me back on the bench.

Dash snorts, gripping my hand slightly tighter "Please, his ribs are mostly healed because I wrapped them on Friday."

"Yeah well-"

Oh my god, what am I? A child's play toy? A crackle of electricity runs through my body, shocking both males. "RIGHT HERE, FOLKS!"

Both football players look at me, the shock was evident but even that slowly formed into a smile. Each jock smirking at some untold joke. Thankfully the tug-of-war stops, both tying the wrapping slightly looser than before. Dash goes to grab my other hand, wanting to check the healing cuts but I pull it away, gently touching my throat.

"Danny?" Dash's eyes were on me like a hawk, most likely assuming I was chocking. Kwan was around the bed a second after, moving to grab something from the cupboard.

I gently wave Kwan's hands away from my face "I'm okay..."

I sure as hell didn't sound like it. My words were slow and coarse. I place my hand against my throat once more, it felt cold, numb even causing me to move my hands down, pressing on my gagging reflex in hopes of some reaction. I wasn't sure why I had this overwhelming feeling to burp or cough but I couldn't. Whatever it was sat firmly in my throat, like a thick ball of phlegm refusing to budge. I try to clear my throat, the noise barely coming out and try again. Oh god, I hope I'm not catching a cold...

"Danny?" this time it's Kwan "Do you need some water?"

Thump!

Three sets of eyes rose to the ceiling, the tell-tale sound of footsteps creaked along the floorboards. I swallow, the ball finally dislodging as a cold burst of blue air leaves my lips. The cold shiver that sent a pulse through my core, calling for me to change. To fight. Shit... it's a ghost. Tucker and Sam knew what the blue fog meant. My other 2/3rd's gearing up for a fight but Dash and Kwan didn't. Both of them moving to the door, ten thousand thoughts running through their heads.

I try to move, to say something, anything but the words doesn't come out. That hardball of phlegm lodging itself in my throat once again. Silencing any words or protests I had. I move my hand to my neck, my mouth opening in a small gag as my chest tightens up. Who was here? Oh my gosh, how many days had it been since the fight? Was Skulker out?

My eyes snap up, trying to warn the two males in the room, trying to stop them before they did something stupid but I stop, my heart freezing in fear.

I was alone...

Fuck!

(Dash's POV)

We walked upstairs, weapons in hand. A bat for me and a surgical scalpel for Kwan. I pause, looking around the corner and take in the red suit and thick black glass over their eyes, blocking out any chance for recognition. I glance at Kwan, tapping my chest twice and stick out three fingers. He nods, turning around to come in through the kitchen. I move, stepping into the room quietly and raise the bat, swinging hard. Unfortunately, the figure moves, sliding one leg to the left to dodge the swing and wrap an arm around my knee, pulling forwards the limb as they rise, knocking me on my back.

I hit the floor, blinking once and take in the laser gun pointed at my face.

A robotic male voice speaks "Wheres Danny Phantom."

I swing my bat, smashing the weapon to the left as a blast burns the wood centimetres from my face. My attacker steps back in shock as I jump to my feet, swinging again. He jumps, the bat flying under his feet and his left knee snaps up, hitting me in the face. I stumble back, hearing the laser wind up, his arm rasing again.

"Where's Phantom? I won't ask again."

Kwan rushes from the side, smashing my attacker into the wall, the large mirror shattering on the ground. Glass spray everywhere causing me to shield my face, the stinging sensation hits my cheek.

"He's not coming with you." Kwan pants, lunging at the man with the scalpel as he goes to move.

They struggle, the masked man had blocked Kwan's attack with his forearm, a tight grip around his wrist. I move, swinging the bat once more when Kwan cries out, the scalpel hitting the floor as his wrist is twisted harshly. Suddenly I'm tackled to the floor, a second figure was on me, this time a turquoise figure. I lift my hand, blocking a punch to the face and toss one of my own, knocking my attacker to the ground. I roll onto of him, noting the smaller frame.

Okay... I roll onto her? Going to toss another punch when a heavy stinging rips through my body. I scream, shaking in pain and look down to see her hand on my chest, the electricity fading from her glove as I hit the floor.

"Dash!" Kwan shouts, tossing his attacker across the room.

I watch him move, grabbing the bat in his rush. The heavy metal lifts in the air... only it doesn't swing. His scream is heard as his legs snapback, his chest hits the ground for a beat before he's yanked backwards, across the room. I notice the green whip attached to his leg. The now slack coil is moved, its owner grabbing the other end and quickly wraps it around Kwan's neck, pulling it tightly. Kwan gags, tossing his arms out, only to be hit by a foot, his face squished to the floor.

The robotic voice is back, my attacker over me once again "Tell me where Phantom is or your friend dies."

I watch Kwan's face turns a few shades of red worry building in my chest but his eyes, his eyes told me to shut up. Causing the female to tighten the rope, yanking Kwan backwards.

"Alright! Stop! Please!" The second woman, a fact I realize after she stopped moving -loosens the noose slightly, Kwan's red face fades slightly with a staggered inhale.

"Shut up Dash!" Kwan hoarsely shouts, wrapping a hand between the rope and when she tries to tighten it again he grips her hand, pulling the kneeling woman off his back and into the floor in front of him.

When my attacker turns, obviously concerned for her partner I kick my leg out, knocking the red woman onto the floor. Kwan wraps the Turquoise fighter in a headlock, both of them struggling before a hoverboard spills out at her feet, shooting both of them back and into the wall. Kwan takes the brunt of the hit, his head falling forward in his daze. In my concern for Kwan, the red woman moves, gripping my arm and tosses me over her shoulder, my back hitting the floor painfully. The whip snaps across the room, ripping the bat from its space on the floor and as it slaps into her hand across the room I feel that knot of fear tightens in my throat.

I hear the laser start up again, louder than before as her foot hits my chest, pinning me against the wall "Where's phantom."

"Enough!" an angry voice snaps and I gasp seeing a figure appear through the floor.

The red woman steps back as a hand grips my shirt painfully, lifting me off the floor. My hope for safety fades as I stare into the blood-red eyes of the Wisconsin ghost, red lava-like flames dripping from his mouth.

"I'll do this my way."

I gasp, feeling slammed against the wall and pale, seeing a clawed flaming hand moving towards my face.

(Vlad's POV)

I glanced down at the house, jasmine and Valerie by my side.

"Are you sure this is the place?"

I nod, feeling Danny's presence wavering slightly. I sink down into the house, allowing the two ghost hunters to deal with whatever awaited them and phased through the house, trying to find Danny's ghost core. A presence so warm and full of life was now cold and weak, fading in and out of existence. This worried me greatly.

My eyes snapped to the left as a loud crash could be heard. Valerie's and Jasmine's fight had been coming in through the coms as I looked.

"Jazz, behind you!" Crash "Whip activate"

*Activating Whip Rouge 1.* My A.I. states

"Taser mode level two!" *taser mode level two* Screaming. Thump "Where's Phantom?"

Thump.
Crash
Bang.

*Rouge 1, should I activate ghost shedding mode?*

For artificial intelligence, she sure had a dark-side...

"No! Do not activate kill-mode!" more struggling "Active hoverboard!" A louder crash.

I dropped to the basement floor, my feet touching the ground as I took in the scene. My anger consuming my thoughts as I took in the sight of bloody gauze in the garbage can, the tipped over trays. Some bloody medical instruments on the ground and the line of blood across the door and a small pool of green ectoplasm on the bed.

They were experimenting on him!
Torturing him!

I felt my power dripping down my face and float up through the floor, wanting to get a look at Danny's attackers. I phase through the wood, Jasmine's suit alerting her to my presence so my hand grasps the fabric of a shirt when her foot moves. I didn't think I'd be surprised to see Danny's childhood bully Dash Baxter looking into my eyes, the fear on his face. My Hand tightens around Dash's neck, my hand glowing with hot pink flames. Dash tilts his head up, away from the heat as I move it towards his eyes.

"Where's Phantom?" I growl darkly

"Go to hell-" I tighten my grip at his words, cutting off his bravado and air "Wisconson... Trash..."

I felt a twinge of pain returning, feeling my old ways starting to crawl back up from the dark recesses of my mind. I didn't hate it and I hated myself for not hating it. It had been so long since I held this much power over another being and the twisted part of my soul loved it. Only proving how foolish my crusade had been... but I would slaughter as many people as I had to for Danny.

I would gladly sell my soul for my one light in this world.

I move my hand closer, burning the side of Dash's skin but as Dash opens his mouth to scream a different voice comes out.

"VLAD STOP!" My head snaps down to Danny. I take in his broken form, his broken human form leaning on the wall for support. His hands and shirt bloody, his face bruised and beaten, bloody gauze covering his exposed skin.

"BUT HE-"

"Please fruitloop... for me... stop." Danny smiles an exhausted smile and I drop Dash as he stumbles forwards.

"DANIEL!"

"Dash!"

It all happened so fast it felt like slow motion.

I dropped Dash, not caring about the other male and watch Daniel's eyes widen, his voice screaming as Baxter's does. His hand lifts, the broken static forming around his hand, burning the flesh as it turns on his as well.
Still, he fights it, forcing the power to swirl into his palm and out.
I watch the crackling ball of power fly under my body, hitting the chair sitting by the door.
It slides across the room as Danny falls, my arms narrowly catching the male as the chair hits the wall.
Dash's shocked frame hitting the soft padding before the floor in front of him.
Saving his from a few nasty breaks.

And its like time snaps back into action, Dash looking at Danny as I look at him. Blood now running down his nose. Dark spiderwebbing now running down the side of his neck, the skin turning grey and sickly.

Five concerned voices hit the air in union "DANNY!"

Jasmine and Valeri's masks snaping up over their faces and back into the suit as we all look at each other in shock. Each one trying to figure out Danny's reasoning.

Jasmine's face boils with rage "DOES SOMEONE WANT TO TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

(Dash's POV)

We entered Vlad's mansion in a storm "How long has he been like this?"

"Two days"

"What are his symptoms?"

"He has trouble controlling his ghost powers, he's falling through the floor a lot." Vlad lays Danny on the bed, ripping off his shirt and sticks on the monitors. It looks like my equipment but it's different. Jazz moves a large solar lamp over, the thick lights were as long as a couch and held up by a thick post. Valerie grabs our small viles of glowing liquid. Jazz cracks open one of his eyes

"Danny, can you hear me?" Her flashlight flicks over his eyes. "Danny?" Danny groans lightly moving his head left and right "oh, we're losing him... Two of ecto."

Valerie sticks the needle in the tube and pulls out the glowing liquid "Has he seized?"

"Yes, twice. He's taking longer to heal too."Vlad flicks on the solar lights and a screen, the red lights floating down Danny's body, causing the male to arch up in pain. The black spider-webbing starts to recede.

"Easy little badger, we're right here." Vlad forced him down as Jazz wraps off Danny's arm with expert training and pulls out a vile of blood, sticking it in a square machine attached to a computer. The blood filters into it. A large paper printed on the table.

"What can I do to help?"

Jazz wipes away a few tears and ripped it off, walking past me "Vlad he's running 265 over 26."

"Butter briskets!" He rips open his black jacket, the buttons hitting the floor "I thought we'd have more time."

"265 over 26? What does that mean?" I ask, once again being ignored

"Jasmine the transfusion machine, Valerie in my office on the left side third drawer is a port key. I need you to call Frostbite. I need him to find Danielle's location in the ghost zone."

"Transfusion? Guys, what is going on?"

Valerie slides an air mask on Danny's face, slipping on a stethoscope with a head shake as Jazz cuts open his shirt with medical scissors "Breath sounds are even," her hand wiping away a few tears as well, sliding the round head under his ribs "No... there's some leg on the left lung."

"Valerie!" Vlad snaps

She grabs out more needles, ripping open the sterile packages "One minute Vlad, jazz can't do this by herself."

"And I need you to find my daughter's location so I can concentrate." She hooks up more tubes to the transfusion machine and stops when he grabs her arm "Valerie... please."

Valerie growls, stabbing him in the arm with a needle and pulls back the top, filling the vile with dark red blood "left side, third drawer, Frostbite." She pulls it out, slapping the sideways needle into Jazz's outstretched hand "I got it."

I look at Valerie pulling out the second bed as she walks. Jazz sticks the needle into another small machine, the blood mixing with other ingredients before spinning under heat -while her other hand pushes buttons on the second heart monitor. Vlad had stripped out of his upper clothing, showing off a ripped body of a man half his age lying back on the bed.

I note the way his bicep curls, the large muscle bulging as he ties off one arm with his left hand and teeth. He had the body of a pro-martial-artist, muscles built with years of practice, hands that could break a beam in two and less than six percent body fat. He had a body I dreamed to achieve -and feel my anger surge once again.

"You know I could help if someone told me what was going on! My parents are doctors!"

They both paused, staring at me in annoyance but thankfully relent.

"Danny's being poisoned by his ghost half, we need to pull the dead blood out of Danny and into Vlad where HIS ghost half can destroy the toxins and give Danny Vlads ghost blood to balance out the problem." Jazz sighs, sticking Danny with large needles.

"What?"

"We are dead boy," Vlad sighs, pulling one half of the rubber band around his arm "our ghost half removes the dead blood and replaces it with ectoplasm which in turn gives us life. If Danny loses all his ectoplasm his body will die."

I move out of instinct, moving to the bed and take the needle. Vlad and I exchange a brief glare, intense and territorial but his hand drops to the bed, fist closing tightly to pop the veins. I gently place it in the skin and repeat my actions, glaring at Vlad lightly when he waves off the heart monitor.

"Are you sure you can do this?" Jazz questions, her fingers hovering over the buttons "you've never held mid-morph for long."

"Jasmine-"

"let alone by yourself." she grabs his hand, stopping him from starting the machine.

"If you need a second person I can help."

"Do you want to die?" Vlad asks softly and smiles a kind smile I never thought he could "thank you for your concern, both of you."

Jass's face doesn't change "You could try a clone."

"It won't last through the strain." Vlad cracks his head like he's mentally preparing for a fight. I watch his fingers curl and uncurl followed by a deep exhale.

Jazz flicks more switches, the machine whirring to life, her eyes casting over to her brother and back to Vlad "How long are you going to be able to hold it?

Vlad looks at Danny, a serious look on his face "As long as I have to."

Jazz sighs, pausing two fingers to push the large green button and I watch the steady trail of black blood transferred from Danny's arm through the tube. My eyes flicker over yo Vlad, the white ring of light starts from his left hand sliding up his arm, over half his face and stops, hovering in place. Vlad's eyes were shut, his face set in firm determination.

As sweat slowly builds on his forehead I finally understand the gravity of the situation.

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