Ghost of a Magician

Summary: A new hero named the "Masked Magician", more enemies that aren't ghosts, and alien sightings are all hitting Amity Park; making life more difficult for our ghost halva. Not to mention a new kid with a thing for pink hats. FOPxDP

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or Fairly Odd Parents… it would be really cool if I did because then I'd be Butch Hartman… and all awesome and stuff… but I do own this really bad plot… and maybe emo-Timmy… he's kind of mine… I guess…

WOAH! HOLD UP THERE! I thought the Prologue was emo? Check out parts of this chapter… maybe I should've marked this story as Angst/Supernatural instead… oh well… YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter 3

"PERISH!" The floating, green-skinned old lady's voice shook the walls; the meat of customers' burgers, the back freezer, and even the sizzling ones on the fryer hovering above people's heads before fusing together into an army of ghostly meat gremlins.

"Ghost!"

People screamed- all echoing the first yell. People ducked- under the table away from ghostly meat attacks. People ran- out the doors, into each other, to safety, or a secure place to transform. Soon the busy afternoon hang-out was devoid of all humans, the panicking mob clearing the place within mere seconds; until a seething ghost, her angry horde of meat monsters, a set of horrified star pendants, and one confused blue-eyed brunette.

"You're a ghost?" They stared at each other, blinking every so often, as if the other would disappear any second now.

"Why… yes, dearie, I am," The Lunch Lady reverted to her Jekyll side, red eyes fading back to brown and the veins in her neck no longer pulsing, her meat minions all collapsing into harmless and disgusting piles. Both humans (or ex-human in the specter's case) had matching expressions, both of complete and utter perplexity. "I believe the green and the floating would be a give away,"

"I've actually seen that before, ma'am," Timmy admitted calmly, taking a seat on one of the nearby stools welded into the ground, turning back and forth while keeping the 'ghost' in front of him. Despite his adventures with magic and science, he was still skeptical about this grandma being a ghost. Those two things could describe Cosmo any day, that didn't mean he was one. But he wouldn't automatically dismiss it; no, it would be best if he didn't do anything stupid or insensitive and end up in the hospital his first day in town, "I'm new in town, sorry for not running in terror and screaming 'ghost' like the others,"

"Oh, no, child, very few ghosts actually want that, most of us have quite different goals," With a wave of her gloved hand, the meat piles made their way into the trashcans. They were useless now, absolutely filthy, and they weren't nutritious for growing boys and girls.

"Ah, right," The pink-hatter responded; nodding his head rhythmically the way people do to show that they're listening, "so yours is to give people a choice between cookies and 'perishing'?"

"No, I am the Lunch Lady; I control all things meat and lunch related!" Her declaration echoed menacingly in the empty fast food joint: napkin dispensers, condiment bottles, and plastic utensils rattling against the tables, the frames and lamps on the walls precariously close to shattering on the ground.

"Lunch? Aren't you a little late for that?" A chocolate brown eyebrow raised, his incredulity still wasn't satiated. Sure, she could make meat float… but really, if you're going to be a ghost, shouldn't you do something cool? Like water guns… those were fun. His question (and pessimism) was drowned out by growling. She smiled.

"Most ghosts do not know their actual purpose, but I believe mine is to feed children. That was my purpose when I was alive, and even though I may now be… deceased, I must do my job. So, young man, Chicken or Fish?"

His stomach- or perhaps his doting godmother disguised as his glove- answered for him, and before he knew it he was munching on a drumstick, listening to the undead (well, actually, very dead) lunch lady explain her limited knowledge of ghosts.

"Ghosts are- or were, perhaps, is the better word- people, too. Most of Amity Park's citizens seem to forget that. Whenever someone sees us they start screaming. We just want a break from the Ghost Zone, we are not out to hurt anyone, but sometimes when we spend such a long time there we lose our sense of… humanity." A glowing hand lifted up to her heart, or where it would be if she were still a physical being.

"Wush ja Ghosh Shone?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full, dear, it's not polite,"

Rolling his eyes exasperatedly, Timmy obeyed nonetheless, "What's the Ghost Zone?"

"It's the place where… when ghosts are… oh dear, perhaps I should explain more about what ghosts are first." The Lunch Lady waved her ghostly gloved hand in the air, as if grasping for proper answers, "We are… emotion, thought, goals, regret, revenge… souls- that's it- we are just souls. People, you, are souls with bodies; you are physically attached to this world. Ghosts, I among others, aren't. When people… pass on, their bodies are useless, but their souls go to… the Afterlife. Well, I suppose that is what they are supposed to do; I don't have much experience, as you can see. The souls that can't or don't go certainly can't stay in the Human World, we cannot survive in a physical world. So we end up in the Ghost Zone. Each ghost has their own door to their own… room that is just for them. It's pleasant for the most part, but it is still just a room. Then there's the actual Zone. If you leave your room there is just blank, green emptiness. You can't feel anything, and you risk getting attacked by… others."

"Attacked by others," The brunette's eyebrows furrowed, "… do you mean ghosts?"

He didn't remember if the Lunch Lady had answered or not. But if she had, he probably hadn't heard anyways… they were both too preoccupied with the exploding wall giving way to a certain black-suited teen.

Both participants of the conversation turned at the noise, eyes wide: one pair blue, one pair brown slowly turning crimson. "Ghost hunter…"

"Back off, ghost!" Shooting several warning shots in between the civilian and the ghost, Valerie smirked as she notice the Lunch ghost summon the meat in the vicinity.

What ensued would be the strangest and most dangerous battles ever seen by Timmy… since his move to Amity Park. Shots were exchanged; one in neon pink lasers the other in globs of spectral meat, though the Lunch Lady was more on the defensive than her opponent. Mainly because the Red Hunter was flying too fast for a decent hit to get i-

"Oof!" Strike that. The jet-sled gave a low whine as its rider stabilized herself. Shooting at the meat gremlin that had managed to catch up and punch her in the gut, Valerie growled: her mood still not getting any better despite her gun turning the monster back into a normal pile of Nasty Burger's nasty burgers. That was a small victory.

The Lunch Lady roared in response, talking was obviously the last thing on her mind, much like a mother bear protecting its cub… which was odd, because the ghost had never shown much care for the meaty minions she created. Oh well, it gave the ghost hunter an excuse to bring out the heavy artillery. Near instantly, a bazooka version of her ecto-gun rested on her shoulder, charging up. In return, the specter began to build up a large wall of meat, strengthening her defense.

Once she heard that click signifying a fully charged shot, Valerie pulled the trigger: resulting in a flaming pink explosion, the Red Hunter to be sent flying backwards in the recoil, and a green dead woman to howl in pain. Taking advantage of the distraction, the young Grey pulled out her version of a Fenton Thermos and vacuumed the specter in- to be sent immediately to Mr. Masters.

She would have left right after too, the damaged restaurant wouldn't need her anytime soon, but a loud clatter- of metal on tile- made her stay… and the coughing, that too. Scanning through the charred pieces f once possessed meat, she spotted a fallen barstool… and a pink and green hand resting on top of it.

"What kind of-" Valerie started, confused, before an ashy brown mop of hair falling just short of wide blue eyes popped out of nowhere. Oh, look… the new kid. "Hey, you!" She received a fit of coughing in response, "Are you okay?"

A dismissive wave of a gloved hand.

Well, since he wasn't in the mood to talk, then she would. "What do you think you were doing? Didn't you see the ghost? Didn't you see the other people run screaming? You're lucky I came before that ghost did anything to you. Do you have any self-preservation? What do you think you were doing?" She repeated herself because, truly, she was curious now. Does this fairy-boy think he's impervious to ghosts or something!? Is this some moronic show of courage? Or is he really that dumb to think he could stand up to a ghost by himself!? Why isn't he answering me! Oh, and her stress might have fueled her irritation.

"I-" The buck-toothed boy rasped out, he swallowed, "I didn't think ghosts existed…" Then, as if he could sense the look Valerie was giving him through the visor of her suit, he continued, "My parents are… gone."

A painful sting ran through her. "Mom," The young girl, because on the inside that was what she really was, looked away- whether out of guilt or something else, she wouldn't remember- she knew what it felt like, losing a parent. It was why there were only two Greys in Amity. And, truth be told, although she hated ghosts with a passion… if she ever met her mother's ghost she didn't know what she would- No! Mom is not a ghost. There is no reason for her to be! But… she couldn't imagine not having her father either. How could he…

The huntress sighed; she really couldn't hold it against him. "Look, kid, you're new in town so I'm going to warn you just this once. If it's green and floats, it's a ghost. If anything starts flying around or glowing randomly, its being controlled by a ghost. If it's either one of those, don't talk to it, or touch it, and run far and fast… and no matter what that Manson girl says, ghosts aren't people. They're dead, they're not human. So don't fall for any of their tricks… especially that… Phantom's."

"Phantom?"

"Yeah, Danny Phantom, but you won't have to worry about that specter for long… I'll be obliterating him soon enough." With that cheery note, she flew over the charcoaled wreck that was once the Nasty Burger… and would be again with a few simple words.

"Cosmo, Wanda, I wi-" Dry coughs rattled his lungs, "I wish this place was-" Heaving coughs, now, "I- ugh." Rather than that, Timmy could only think two things: "Was the sky always this dark?" And "Son of a gun, the ground is coming closer!"

Dad made it a daily routine, after that whole astronaut incident, even when he still had work and was falling behind Mr. Dinkleburg for Employee of the Month (yet again), but every so often his mom would join in… and that was always the best. Not that he preferred Mom over Dad or anything, but being tucked in for the night was nicer when both of them were there. And sometimes, they would sing. Sure they didn't have Chip Skylark's voice, and he had strictly wished for them never to rap again, but hearing them sing together, just for him, was better than any ballad from any Mr. Fairy Cowlick Jr. And, though he knew it wasn't possible, he wished that- even if they couldn't stay with him- to at least put him to bed one last time… so you really couldn't blame him for his actions when he woke up.

"Sweetie, don't do that, he's sleeping." A woman's voice, neither high nor low, the kind of voice that sounded like it could change easily from soft and caring to harsh and threatening in a split second.

"But imagine how excited he would be when he sees this awesome thing-a-ma-jig I made!" A man's voice, deep and strong sounding, which could easily be considered scary were it not for the slightly goofy inflection that it carried.

Then his eyes opened blearily, it took a while for them to focus, but he had the ability to see color.

"Oh look, dear, he's waking up!" The female voice said cheerily; a brown blur for hair, a peach blur for face, and a blue blur for body.

"What? Hold on, baby-cakes, let me start this doo-dad up! Won't he be surprised!" The male voice was excited; a black blur for hair, a peach blur for face, and some color entirely too bright for his eyes right now for body.

Later on, he would berate (ooh… big word) himself for his stupidity. How could he have possibly been confused? He may have been slightly out of it, and his senses hadn't been top-notch, and so what his emotions were unstable. There were some minor similarities, but what he did… how… just… it just figured of all the people it could've been…

"Mom! Dad!" The teenager immediately sat up from where he was lying down (a bed with blue sheets). His still sleepy eyes scanned what little he could see of the room and he couldn't stop himself from jumping down to the hardwood floor. He didn't know why or for what, but soon he was moving towards the hazy shapes of the voices… only to be pulled away by a hard, cautious voice.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," The slim hand yanked harder on the back of his shirt collar, a female probably… though different than the one before.

"Wait, no, why would-" Timmy protested, resisting the pulls, until he saw green lasers disintegrate the ground were he had been standing earlier. "Oh…"

"Yeah, that's why. I'm Jazz, by the way, sorry about my parents, they are a bit… eccentric." She let go of his shirt so he could stand up properly. He turned, his now completely awake eyes seeing his rescuer. A blue-eyed red head, slightly taller and older than him, wearing a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of turquoise Capri's. In her long hair was a matching turquoise ribbon, on her feet a pair of flats, and while her expression showed annoyance and apologies her eyes sparkled with wisdom beyond her years. But that's not what was important.

"Your parents?"

"My room!"

All four people in the room turned to look at the three in the doorway- one blue-eyed black haired teen in particular.

"Mom! Dad! What did you do to my room!" Danny's glare darted back and forth between the gaping, smoking hole in his floor and his parents.

"His parents? I thought they were…" The brunette turned back to look at his parents, only to see a pair of strange, jumpsuit-wearing, well, strangers. Now that he was able to see them properly he could tell there were major differences between this couple and the one he had mistaken them for.

Mom's hair had been a different shade of brown, and the hairstyle had been different. Her face had been rounder, her eyes a different color, and she wouldn't have been caught dead in such an outfit (although her work-out clothes were kind of weird). And Dad looked nothing like this man. Probably the only thing they had in common was the black hair and questionable IQ level… although Dad's hair was his pride and joy, this man had white hairs growing already… and Timmy knew his dad wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, this man looked like he could make said tool then rig it to explode.

He felt something inside him burst; the magician didn't know whether it was his heart… or that little bubble of hope that just had appeared when he thought…

"Thought they were…?" The red-head focused her eyes on the shorter teen in front of her, noting the expression changing on his face and the defeat that seemed to burden his back all of a sudden, "Who?" Jazz prompted again, the psychologist in her unwilling to let a possible interesting case go.

"… Someone else, that doesn't matter now… though… I-"

"My ROOM!" As if afraid of being forgotten, Danny yelled again, this time stepping into the wrecked space and pointedly walking up to his father and glaring up at the almost entertainingly larger male. In response his father had the logic to look sheepish and hide the offending gadget behind his massive back. "Dad! Mom! I thought I told you to keep all of your inventions out of here!"

"But Danny boy, I was just going to show off this gizmo to your new friend-"

"I don't want to hear it." Said halva seethed before turning to face his next target, "And you," Blue eyes glared at equally blue eyes. "Ever since you first came to the city all you've done is ruin everything!"

"Danny!" Five shocked voices turned wide-eyed at the angry teen and his uncharacteristic outburst, "Danny, apologize!" His sister, being quicker on the uptake, rebuked him immediately hoping to prevent an even worse scene… but she was not fast enough.

"What have I done, huh?" The other blue-eyed boy's ire rapidly growing, "I've been in the city for less than a day, and already I'm ruining your life? Well that's just great; at least I'm good at one thing." Timmy would have thrown his gloved hands up in frustration, but then that would've tempted him to throw a punch… not that he would've connected… but still, it was the thought that mattered, "And how do you know it's not your city, that's the problem?"

The boys were practically nose to nose, both were growling angrily while sharing the same tense posture: both had hands fisted at their sides with their shoulders raised like an arched cat's… it didn't help that besides hair color they could've easily been twins. The irony was lost on everyone.

"Why didn't you stay in California, then?" Danny sneered, his eyes unknowingly switching between a glowing green and icy blue in his fury, "Or better yet, why don't you go back?" He worked hard to keep his city, safe… he was not going to let some… pink-wearing… bucktoothed… punk insult it.

"I CAN"T!" His yell, now more sorrow than rage, seemed to break through to the others and stunned the ghost halva into silence, making Timmy's following whispers heard in the now silent bedroom, "I… I tried to… everyone knows I tried so hard… but it just I couldn't. I kept seeing them and thinking about them… wondering when they were coming home." Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes, but he strengthened his resolve and blinked them away. His posture showed that of defeat, but his eyes (despite still being shiny with unshed tears) displayed the very aspect that made him… well, Timmy. "I'm sorry, for the disturbance… I'll be on my way," The brunette left the room, brushing passed his other two classmates, leaving five taken aback people in his wake.

Not Jazz, though, as she determinedly followed after the boy, who was somehow already at the front door despite the hallway and stairwell in between. The red-head rushed after him, composing her sentences before calling out to him. "Wait, Timmy?" Her target paused and turned around to face her. She felt guilt gnawing at her as he brushed away several tears from his face, some landing on the sidewalk in front of their house. The younger teen waited expectantly, and she remembered what she was going to say.

"I… just wanted to say I'm sorry, for my brother… I don't know why he's acting up like this… but he is a good person… he was the one who brought you here after you passed out at the Nasty Burger. Mom says it was probably just oxygen deprivation from smoke inhalation, so we didn't bring you to the hospital, and I-" She shook her head, as if to stop herself from her rambling and to remind herself to get to the point, "I just wanted to say that, although my brother doesn't seem all that kind, you are always welcome here. And if you need anyone to talk to, well, I go to Casper High too and I guess you know where I live." Jazz smiled brightly, hoping to cheer the boy up if only a little.

She was rewarded with a sniffle and a small, buck-toothed grin, "I'll remember that, thanks…" Thinking that was the end of this particular conversation, the red-headed Fenton turned and made her way up the stoop, only to pause as she heard Timmy's voice again, "I just… really wish I could go home…" and a soft popping noise. By the time she whirled around again, the brunette had disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"I expect 100 more wand-ups, Cadets, and no whining!" A deep, booming voice ordered launching around fifty small figures into action. The smallest, and youngest, of these had purple swirly hair, purple eyes, and a rattle rather than a wand… not that he needed it anymore, he was almost four years old already and in control of his large reserves of magic.

"Ouch! Cadet Poof!"

The key word is almost.

The small fairy flinched as Jorgen bellowed out his name, the buffer older fairy's combat boots unnecessarily stomping towards where he had stopped doing wand (or in his case) rattle-ups. Although the Jorgen von Strangle had been charmed by Poof in his infantile years- going so far as to dance in an embarrassingly pink bunny suit- this was the Fairy Academy… and there was a reason why the von Strangles (the Tooth Fairy included due to her marriage) were the most feared fairies in the world… and those muscles weren't just for show.

"Yes, sir?" Standing at attention, with rattle in his hand, the purple-eyed cadet craned his neck to get a glimpse of his superior's head.

"Do you see MY HAIR?" Again the deep Austrian (or was it German?) accent boomed, and a muscular arm moved to point at what Poof could only guess as Jorgen's head.

"Not really, sir! You are too tall, sir!" He may be three (almost four!) years old, but he already enjoyed defying authority where he could (he was a very mature three year old)… and plus, he was still used to the silly babysitter Jorgen rather than the angry general Jorgen.

What ensued was rather simple: Jorgen grabbed Poof (somewhat gently, but only in comparison to what he did to Binky), flung him so high that- "Whoa, that's new." - Poof could now see what his accidental magic had done to the buffer fairy's head (his hair had turned into a rainbow afro that served as a nest for a miniature three headed dragon) and had effectively sent him to the rainbow slide towards Earth. Not that Poof minded at all… it was seven minutes until the academy dismissed for the term anyways and he missed his parents and his god-brother.

He liked his family; he liked to think there was good chemistry and dynamics. His parents were predictably predictable: his dad would do something stupid, his mom would call him an idiot then clean it up, and everything would be okay in the end. His god-brother, despite being only human, could change sides easily, either by causing as much (if not more) mayhem than his father or by fixing it up before his mother could finish scolding his father. And Poof himself, during the times that he wasn't at the Fairy Academy, often served in the reverse role… to even things out.

And then… it happened. Not that Poof had much interaction with the elder Turners, and everyone knew that he didn't much care for them. Poof was a very spoiled baby (he had all of Fairyland practically wrapped around his little finger) so having to share his Tim-Tim with his god-brother's human parents did not make the purple fairy very happy. He wouldn't have to worry about that any more. Oh, he wasn't glad that they were dead (he was jealous, not evil) but the only reason why he was sad because of the effect it had on Timmy. Poof's human brother was sad, and although that made him closer to the fairy family… it did not necessarily make him happier. And it always made going home a little bit... tenser than he would have liked.

Like now… when his family would have usually been waiting for him with open wands, or at least caught in the middle of some hilarious and dangerous conflict… now he was pressed against the door (not that the fairies used them, they were for Timmy's sake) listening to snatches of the muffled conversation between his parents and his god-sibling.

"… Ghosts… didn't tell me… about my parents… could be ghosts!" Ah, that was Timmy's voice… but Poof couldn't tell if he was angry or sad.

"Sweetie…" That was his mom "Can't tell you… Da Rules… secret…"

"… Didn't help… before… almost killed… brought me here instead… carried to Fenton's!" He was definitely angry now.

"Can't… magic near ghosts… boy is weird… couldn't do… him close either…" Was that father's voice?

"Idiot!" Yeah, that was Wanda's now, "Sweetie… tomorrow… please… go to sleep… school tomorrow…"

And before he could fix himself, Poof was staring up at his god-brother, thanking Fate or whoever was in charge that the pink-hatter had angrily slammed open the other door hard enough to make a crack in the wall. Wide purple eyes couldn't help but look away in shame as his god-brother finally took notice of him and… smiled.

"Hey, Poof… the Academy's already on holiday? I wonder what we should this time…"

Now he remembered why he hadn't just floated into the room… he was scared…

"… We are in a new city and all, so we should probably do small-time stuff…"

Not of his human brother's anger or sorrow… and not of possible consequences…

"… There's this teacher-guy at my new school, we definitely have to go after him…"

But of this… fake happiness. The false cheery mask that Tim-Tim and his parents wore to make it seem like everything was okay and everything was normal…

"… So do you want to do some recon work tonight?"

And the worse part was that, no matter how it seemed to be killing everyone on the inside, he was too scared to break it. "No," Poof faked a yawn, his mind troubled with what he had overheard and just realized, "We had to do a whole bunch of wand-ups… I'm pretty tired. Maybe tomorrow; tomorrow is Friday, so we'll have the weekend to…" Ooh… stupid! Had he not just overheard his mother say something about tomorrow?

The human boy almost dropped his cheerful façade at the word… but quickly recomposed himself, "Yeah, we should both probably go to sleep. See you in the morning." With one last phony grin, the brunette turned down the hallway towards his room of the fish-bowl castle.

"Goodnight," The purple fairy offered quietly before following suit, "Sweet dreams."

"Doubt it." The teenager muttered masochistically to himself, before finding his bedroom door and shutting it with a click of finality... until it opened in approximately 3.2 hours.

"Really now, Daniel, is that the best you can do?" It was like a B-grade horror movie: The sophisticated yet somehow sleazy vampire taunting and stalking after a group of helpless teenagers in the middle of a silent, moonlit night. Of course, there were major differences between this situation and said B-grade horror movie. For one, the vampire wasn't really a vampire- just a lonely middle-aged man accidentally imbued with ghostly powers. For two, the teenagers weren't completely helpless- they did have some experience in ghost hunting. For three, the night wasn't all that silent- not with the supposedly helpless teenagers squabbling amongst themselves.

"I think you should apologize to him. Jazz said he was crying when she caught up to him." The only female wearing a Fenton-phone said as she made her way into position.

"Wow, a magician and he's a sensitive guy. Sam, are you sure you don't like him?" A joking voice belonging to the team's techno-geek answered his friend's as he, too, cautiously moved towards his spot.

"I could do a lot better if you weren't cheating," The last teenager, this one also granted with ghostly powers like his vampire-wannabe antagonist, retorted at his opponent before directing his words into the Fenton-phone, "Sam, I'll say sorry and play nice tomorrow. And Tucker," The teenage ghost halva grunted as a sudden ecto-blast sent him into a convenient brick wall, "You are really not helping!"

Despite the seemingly relaxed dialogue, the teens were in a dangerous predicament. They were facing the strongest (so far, anyways) enemy they had… and his three clones. It would have been slightly more evenly matched had all three teens been gifted with ghost powers, but alas, only one had… and he had to stand up against the original while his friends were left to fend themselves against the clones.

Maybe it was more like a B-grade science fiction movie.

They were faring well: Team Phantom had the sense to dispel one of the clones immediately after Plasmius had created them, so it was a three-on-three fight… but it was still rather difficult when all they had was an inexperienced ghost halva, the three Fenton-phones, one Fenton thermos, one ecto-blaster lipstick, the Specter Deflector, and Tucker's trusty PDA.

It wasn't the worst situation they'd ever been in… but it certainly wasn't the best.

Tucker Foley and Sam Manson (who else could they be?) were now closing in on one of the clones in the middle of a residential street (they didn't know the name of it, but that hardly mattered in this case scenario) ready to implement their plan. It had already been decided that Tucker (who admittedly had better aim) would use the effeminate ecto-blaster to stun if not destroy the clone, while Sam (who admittedly was less likely to drop her defense-turned-weapon) would use the Specter Deflector to finish the clone off. It meant that the Goth girl would have to get close to the clone (which admittedly made all of them nervous) but after all that was what the steel-toed boots were for.

In roughly 15 seconds they had executed their plan along with the ghost clone before rushing back into a connecting alley, already on the hunt for the final clone. In about seven minutes they had found and destroyed their target. It took them roughly a quarter of an hour before they realized they hadn't heard a word from Danny.

"Danny? Where ARE YOU?"

Now, before you go off and melt into a worried puddle of goo… Danny is not dead (well, seeing as how he is half ghost he's probably some kind of partial dead) nor has he been captured against his will. Despite his infinitesimally shorter experience with his powers, Danny was holding up pretty well against the older evil ghost halva… his patience, however? Not so much.

"Really now, Daniel, is that the best you can do?"

"Will you stop saying that? Geez, it's like that's the only thing you can say." Danny Phantom, or Daniel as Vlad preferred to call him, had long since turned off his Fenton-phone: trading worrying over his friends, for concentration in his own battle. And plus, he knew Tucker and Sam were okay, if they weren't, Vlad would have said something else by now.

"Drat, it seems like your friends have destroyed my clones…"

Tucker and Sam were definitely okay.

"… Not that they had much power in them, but they have quite the interesting tactic. However, what that means now, is that I can focus all of my frustrated and superior power on you."

As for him? Not so much.

"Crud," Abruptly grabbing onto a streetlamp, Danny used his own momentum (he had been flying, you see) to turn around in the air before doing what could only be called as a hasty retreat (or running away). While it was wise to get away from the vampire-like ghost, it was very, very foolish for Danny to leave his back unguarded. Soon, flying through the air after the boy, a colossal magenta fireball streaked through the sky- seen only by the halva that had created it, and the two target's friends who were running towards it.

What followed was a noise that would have chilled many grown men to the bones. In one word, it could only be described as pain. A mix of a howl, screech, and a wail ripped its way out of the victim's throat as the scorching ecto-attack made contact. Immediately afterwards the once flying teen was now plummeting to the ground; his mind torn between the increasing panic of Vlad's imminent attack and the urge to just knock out to let his body sleep through the pain.

Needless to say, as he threw his white-haired head back (since he was falling head first, this meant he could see what exactly he would fall onto), he decided that he could leave sleeping for later (although, seeing as it was 2:00 in the morning, later probably meant during Lancer's class… again). Seeing the roof of a house nearing at a pace a little too fast for his liking, Danny (with probably the last vestiges of his power) forced himself to perform the simplest of ghost tricks: going intangible. He hoped to God that he would have enough power to phase all the way through the tiled roof rather than get stuck half-way in.

As it turns out, it wasn't necessary. The roof was an illusion and the ghost halva had succeeded only in crash landing into an empty room with no ceiling… meaning he was able to clearly see his opponent up in the sky form yet another monumental, pink fireball. Danny cringed, knowing very well that he barely had enough energy to stay conscious let alone make an ecto-shield strong enough to stop it, preparing for the impending burns. He closed his eyes, waiting for the painful attack to hit.

It did… just… not the intended halva. Plasmius let out a rather indignant squawk as he was suddenly now on the defense against his own ectoplasm fireball. The fuchsia orb had turned around in mid-air; bouncing off an invisible shield that Danny was sure hadn't been there earlier. But that wasn't on his mind right now, his glowing green eyes wide with shock; it was the figure standing over him, face hidden in the shadows of the cloak's hood.

"Who are you?"

A/N: Again I am VERY, VERY sorry for the wait… as my Second Taile readers know this is an old song… but hopefully this story will not end up with an almost one year pause like my other story… yeah… I know this isn't a holiday or anything… but I was in Japan before July 4th so I couldn't do much writing there…

So YAY I finally updated… if anyone cares to know Chapter 2 had been posted about a week (or less) than Fairly Odd Parents: Fairly Odd Baby had come out… I really had not expected the baby to be Cosmo and Wanda's and I wanted to stay as close to canon for everything (so that at least something would be recognizable from the original series) so I had to revamp everything. This chapter in particular… although... I do kind of like how the "fight" (haha… yeah right) scenes turned out… I mean, I'm not all that good with action (or romance, or dialogue, or descriptive, or…) so at least it wasn't such a total failure… I wrote a little more than usual (but you guys deserve so, so much more) and hopefully I'll be a little quicker for the next update…

Still sorry for not bring in the Masked Magician… but at least I brought in Phantom right? Thank you for reading and for those of you who have reviewed:

mystery writer5775: Yeah… Danny's been a little bit wild… but that will be remedied soon enough… because, really, after this chapter, I doubt he could get any worse…

Dannyphantomfn2: Well I don't think I write all that well… and truthfully most (more like 99 percent) of my plot bunnies never actually make it onto paper (or in this case, Microsoft Word) and I don't really think I'm much of a writer to give others advice… though I can probably tell you what not to do… try one-shots and similar shorts before you start any multi-chaptered things. And thanks for the support… although at this rate I don't think I'm going to finish anytime soon.

dArkliTe-sPirit: Erm… yes… his parents are dead… and as I said before its not that good… at least not enough to warrant such a compliment… thanks for the support though, and hopefully this chapter was of good enough quality… Second review: Yeah… but considering Timmy's status he should do just fine… and the Fa Giggly gland thing was a bit of a stretch, I'm glad someone likes it… and hopefully Timmy's reaction to the Lunch Lady will be entertaining…

swish101: Thanks… and sorry for the late update… I'm not so sure about going to a different website… I mean I've pretty much been ingrained with fanfiction so I'd probably get confused… but thanks for the suggestion

Chris ShadowMoon: Well… I'm glad you like this fic enough that I didn't discourage you from either category…

Zim'sMostLoyalServant: If you want to know a secret… after I read your review I couldn't help but start smiling and squealing like a fangirl at a boy band concert… needless to say I got a few strange looks from the people around me (I had checked my email in the library… kind of embarrassing)… Well, the emo-Timmy was actually because I had watched Abra-catastrophe and he gets pretty emo in some parts so I wanted to bring that back (I absolutely loved that particular movie)… I'm not entirely sure which chapter he's going to become the Masked Magician but I'm hoping I'll be able to put it in the next chapter and yeah his outfit will be different… no I'm not pairing Timmy up with Sam, they just met after all… and its more of a "get Danny jealous" subplot (and I like DxS too)... and I don't want to give too much away about the Anti-Fairies although I like your idea… that alone will probably motivate me to write the entire climax (when I get to it)… thanks so much for the support and suggestion…

albinochocobo: … I don't know what to say either… but thanks and sorry for taking so long…

Hikari1994: I don't want to knock on the other crossovers, but must of them do center more around comedy than anything else so I wanted to try a new twist on an old idea… but thanks…

Thanks to those who favorite-d and reviewed, love you all! Please review! ((Insert shameless begging))

See you again in Amity Park!