Author's note: This take place in the First season, somewhere around "Shades of Gray" and "Teacher of the Year".

The school hall of Casper High had nearly emptied for the day. The last straggling students ran to and from after-school activities, trying to get to their destinations in the hurried way that spoke of fear and uneasiness. Several teenagers would glance over their shoulder at random intervals, as if to make sure they were indeed walking alone. There were, however, a few loiterers who strode along in comparative calm, seemingly unafraid for whatever reason.

One of these non-hurried people, Daniel Fenton, stood by his locker, a scowl crossing his face as he rustled around inside. When he could finally get his books stacked so that they didn't fall when his hand left them unsupported, he grabbed his locker door and slammed it shut.

"Hey Danny!" He heard a familiar voice coming down the hall. He turned to see his best friends, Samantha Madsen and Tucker Foley, come walking towards him.

"Hi," he growled, still glowering.

"Woah," Sam slowed to stand several feet away. Tucker (realizing he was alone) stopped as well. "With hello's like that, who needs goodbyes?" Sam asked from a safe distance. Danny looked at where his friends had stopped and sighed.

"Sorry guys, It's just been a lousy day."

"Obviously," Sam said, still not moving.

"I've got some things to do at home," Tucker pointed over his shoulder, "Why don't you tell us on the way?" Danny nodded and they began trudging towards the large entryway doors.

"So, what's wrong?" Sam asked as they began walking down the street.

Danny sighed, running a hand through his dark, rather messy hair. "It's my grades again. I got a D-minus on my last test, and Lancer won't let me make it up."

"Ouch," Sam muttered.

"Bummer," Tucker looked over at his best friend and opened his mouth to continue.

"Plus," Danny said, either not noticing his friend's attempt to say something else, or not really caring, "He's already sent out progress reports, so my parents will know when I get home!" Tucker closed his mouth, put his hands in his pockets, and stared at the sidewalk, mimicking Danny's own stance.

"And another thing, he-" Suddenly, his breath became visible. A light blue, almost white wisp of mist, barely visible in the warm sunlight. "Uh-oh," Danny groaned.

Daniel Fenton had one large secret, even from his obsessive parents who believed strongly in Ghosts–he, himself, was half ghost. An accident in his parents lab had seen to that months before. Now he was the only thing that stood between his home town of Amnity Park (and sometimes the World), and the ghosts that came through the porthole that had accidently given him his ghost powers in the first place. Whenever he could see his breath, a spirit from the world of Ghosts had somehow crossed over the dimensions separating their worlds. This usually resulted a fight, as Danny had met very few friendly ghosts.

Looking around, he tried to find somewhere decently out of view where he could change into his ghost form. It would be nice to keep the knowledge of his alter ego a secret.

"Look!" Tucker pointed ahead as a large television came crashing through the window of an electronics shop. Oh yay, Danny thought to himself, this should be fun.

"Danny," he turned and saw Sam pointing down an alley, "Down here!" He dashed into the darkness, and threw his backpack on the ground.

"I'm goin' ghost!" he yelled. Sometimes it seemed a little childish, but when he yelled his cry, it seemed to validate his powers—powers that most humans could only dream about. Truth be told, he felt more than a little self-conscious when it came to his powers, like he was treading on unstable and unfamiliar ground, no matter how many times he transformed.

Two rings of a bluish-green light appeared around his waist, and separated, one moving towards his head, and the other towards his feet. He felt the cold fire and determination that he always felt whenever he changed forms. Where the rings had passed, his black suit appeared, strangely glowing like his now ghost body beneath. It happened to be the same suit he had worn when he had ventured into the supposedly "dead" porthole that his parents had assured couldn't possibly work.

He'd gotten used to (perhaps he'd even go so far as to say 'comfortable in') the inverted colors had been a white suit trimmed with black boots, belt and gloves. Somehow, the incident had inverted everything, even his hair. As the rings passed over his eyes, everything became slightly tinted with the color that now glowed in his irises—bright green. Then the rings disappeared, leaving no human in their wake, but the phantom spirit of a white-haired, teenage boy. He looked at the head of the alley, where Sam and Tucker stood watch.

"Get the Fenton Thermos ready!" he called to them, referring to the trap they used to capture ghosts and send them back to their own world, also known as the Ghost Zone. They nodded, and he continued, "I'll check it out." With that, he launched himself through the walls separating him and the shop.

Slowing and slipping only his head through the wall to the electronics department, he found himself surrounded by empty shelves. What had once occupied said shelves now littered the floor in broken heaps.

Eyes narrowing at the obvious destruction, he looked around. A glowing green woman, floated near the middle of the room. Her black hair floated messily around her, and Danny was grateful he couldn't see her face.

"How dare you? !" she shrieked. Danny wasn't sure who she'd directed her question towards, as she obviously hadn't noticed him. She lifted her hands, glowing green with ectoplasmic energy, and several objects lifted from the floor in tandem. Throwing her arms forward, those objects crashed against the front counter and wall.

That's when Danny heard a woman scream. Oh, this will be loads of fun, he thought sarcastically and took a deep breath, despite the fact that he no longer needed to do so. Bracing himself, he flew forward into the shop, and into utter chaos.

Objects all over the room randomly rose and fell as Danny phased fully into the room, but the ghost girl kept her eyes glued to the front desk, still flailing her arms, and telekinetically throwing things in that general direction. Danny dodged several objects answering her call before he came up beside the girl.

"Um-" he started to say, but the moment the word escaped his mouth, she rounded on him, with bright red, glowing eyes. He decided not to say anything more for the moment, and they regarded each other for a few seconds before her face broke into a sly grin.

"You're kind of cute," she said. Outside the now broken window where his two friends crouched and watched, Sam tensed up at her words.

"You okay?" Tucker asked.

Sam looked over at him and shrugged. "Yeah. Why?"

"Right-" Danny said, drawing their attention back to the havoc inside the room. He should have just blasted her. Why had he decided to talk to a ghost like this? "Er...what's going on?"

The ghost girl's smile disappeared immediately (although it did little to worsen the feeling she gave him). "That girl behind the desk insulted me!" she hissed. "No one insults Allie!" Her low voice gave off a sense of danger, despite the fact that it did not raise over a harsh whisper.

"Insults or not, you don't just destroy everything," Danny countered.

"NO ONE INSULTS ALLIE!" she shrieked, and threw her hands over her head.

"DANNY! LOOK OUT!" Sam yelled from the window. Danny looked behind him, but not soon enough. Several objects slammed into him, knocking him from the air while simultaneously knocking the air from him. He tried desperately to breath (wondering why it was that he needed air in Ghost mode, as he usually didn't), and looked up to see more large objects speeding in his direction. Thinking quickly, he threw up a shield, and the appliances bounced harmlessly off. Alley growled in frustration, and catapulted more of the littered room at him. They too were stopped by the shield.

Beneath the green tinted air, Danny suddenly grinned, and phased through the floor. Allie, looking confused, looked around for him for a few seconds, but could find no trace of him.

"Coward," she muttered, and turned her attention back to the desk.

"BOO!" She started as the ghost word for greeting was literally yelled in her ear, followed by a hard punch, as something came through the celling at her.

"Danny!" Sam and Tucker both yelled happily as she tried to recover and turned to start an attack, her back to the window.

"SAM, TUCKER! NOW!" Danny yelled. Sam opened the thermos, and with a malicious grin on her face, caught Allie in the light. She screeched for several long moments, resisting the pull of the trap before disappearing into the thermos.

"Nice one, Danny," Tucker grinned, standing outside of the broken window. "I want to stick around, but I gotta go, so later!" Danny shook his head as he realized how normal his recent actions had become in the three friend's lives. They barely even batted an eye anymore.

"Me too," Sam said suddenly, and thrust the thermos at him. "Bye!" She waved as she ran down the street in the direction of her house. Danny turned and looked at the counter...whoever had been hiding there, was just peeking her head over the desk.

"Er..." Danny said uncertainly, suddenly aware of how much he wasn't used to dealing with victims of the Ghost's attacks. "It's safe now."

"What was that?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Trust me, you don't want to know," he assured her, and stepped out of the door, not wanting to make a spectacle. He changed back in the alley way again, and began the long walk home, facing what he hoped wasn't the impending doom of his grades.

End Note: Okay, so I redid this...and holy cow. Was I really that bad to begin with? Everyone who read this freaking rocks for staying with it!

Can't believe I ever posted such a short chapter. ^^;