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"Gotta find Danny, gotta find Danny. Gotta find….Danny…." Dani felt her body starting to fail her, her mind becoming heavily clouded as she tried to concentrate on her only goal. She could feel her grip on consciousness loosening more and more. Within minutes she lost all energy to fly and crash landed onto the building of Casper High. Her only thought as her vision sunk into darkness was, "please sense me da…."

Lancer's class, as usual, was boring. Math had to be one of the worse subjects of the day, and by the utter lack of interest of the other students, he could tell that he wasn't alone in that thought. He looked over to his best friend, Tucker; He was mindlessly staring off into space. While Sam Mason, his other best friend, also girlfriend – he was still not used to saying that ever since the asteroid almost destroyed their home three months ago - was doodling on her notebook.

Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on how you view it - a cool blue wisp escaped Danny's mouth. Sam and Tucker's heads snapped up to attention at the low gasp he made, so attuned to his sense going off by now. He quickly raised his hand, which gained attention from all his classmates, who were all getting used to Fenton being Phantom.

"You may go, Mr. Fenton, Mr. Foley, and Ms. Manson. " Mr. Lancer said. "Please be quick about it though. Just because normally ghosts don't need an education, doesn't mean you don't. Please Mr. Baxter, take notes for them while they're out." Dash gave a quick nod and flipped to a blank page to start jotting down notes for the three.

Transforming into his other half, Danny jumped from his seat, flying from the classroom down through the hall, Sam and Tucker trailing right behind him, both wearing the specter-deflector, a wrist ray, and a Thermos attached to the former mentioned. Rounding the corner, they were met with silence. Nothing but empty hallways was before them and it unsettled the team. Where was the ghost? Sam was the first to speak.

"That's strange... Usually we're face to face with a ghost by now."

"Maybe they were just passing through?" Tucker offered. However, he didn't sound convinced himself. A ghost typically never just 'passed' through the school. If they came here it was either to torment and fight Danny, or they needed his help. That was the only reason.

"Let's split up. You guys have your Fenton phones?" Both nodded. "Good. Tuck, you take this level, check all the rooms, cafeteria, and bathroom. Knock before entering the girl's though." He received an eye roll from Tuck for that one. "Sam, you check the lower level, make sure you cover the whole floor. I'll check the roof; maybe they're out in the courtyard. If we don't find anything I'll contact Valerie so we have extra eyes out. If you find anything, call immediately."

"Danny, we've done this a thousand times, don't worry so much, we can handle ourselves." Sam gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before running down the stairs. Tucker took off in the opposite direction. "Yeah, that's what you guys always say before something happens." Turning intangible, he flew through the roof. Surveying the courtyard, there was not a thing in sight except for some birds and squirrels... nothing out of the ordinary.

"I really don't have a good feeling about this. It's too quiet." Suddenly, there was a whisper of a groan from behind him. Turning around he was met with a semi-unconscious Danielle. Running over to her, he picked her up in his arms. Her outer appearance looked horrible. Danny could tell she was starting to destabilize again. However, because of her unconscious state, her body was stabilizing again.

The green goo was forming back to her body, her powder white hair was coming out of its signature ponytail. Her costume wasn't ripped, which made him sigh in relief: she hadn't been fighting ghosts. Why was she so unstable then? Was the invention from his dad all those months ago wearing off? What more could they do to stabilize her? How was he going to explain who she was to his parents? While they accepted his ghost half, could they really accept someone that Vlad created, no matter how innocent she was in all of it? So many questions were swarming through his head. So many answers he was scared to know.

Picking her up, Danny noticed that she wore a slightly heavy worn brown messenger bag. Slipping it onto his shoulder, he picked up the Fenton phone and dialed Sam and Tucker. As he took an actual good look at her, he could tell that the two years alone, minus the small visits when fixing her and the asteroid, had really taken its toll on her. Gone was most of her baby fat that had plumped her cheeks. She had way more structure to them, something that almost reminded him of Sam.

She had a few light scars scattered about her body and it made his stomach drop at the thought of how she might have come to receive them. Standing to pick her up, there was something else that he noticed. While because of his ghost half, he could easily lift her; however, she had grown in height and he needed to use both his arms to support her now, compared to when he first met her at twelve. Then, he could easily carry her with one. For some reason, his throat tightened at the thought that she was growing up so fast.

"I found out who it was. It's Danielle." He said into the Fenton phone.

There was a pause before Tucker asked, "Your clone cousin? What'd she want? Is everything ok?" Worry was laced in his voice.

"I don't know, she's unconscious. I'm gonna take her back home and see what my parents can do to help, I think she's destabilizing again."

Sam was the one to speak this time. "We've got you covered, we'll let Lancer know a family emergency came up and that you had to fly home."

The feeling of gratitude never swayed from Danny, for he knew he had the best people looking out for him and he would never know how to repay them. "Thanks guys, I owe you. Love you." The latter part of the sentence was directed towards Sam, who replied in earnest.

Clutching the fourteen year old to his chest, he took off towards Fenton Works, praying that his parents could come up with something to cure her. She was all alone for so many months and the guilt from knowing that she had no one to look after her was always in the back of his head.

He'd never forgive himself if she died because he didn't convince her to stay. The only thing he could think of as he flew over Amity Park:

Please be okay.

A/N: Okay, I have a question, was she ten or twelve when she was first introduced? Because I'm going off of her being twelve then, and now that it's two years later, fourteen (Danny sixteen). Please correct me if I'm wrong. so, if I'm being honest, this one wouldn't have a very heavy plot Probably 20 or so chapters. This would be more of a prequel to a story that I would love to do, containing time travel, Dark Dan, and heavy plot. Please review!

A/N: Edited 1-21-18, a big shout out to my beta reader: silente faery! Thank you so much for your help, it looks so much better! Until next time! 3