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Summary: A certain famous ghost becomes immensely peeved at Danny after he hears that the young boy has chosen the same namesake. If this ghost was like any of the others Danny had fought, then this wouldn't be a problem. Unfortunately though this specter is not only famous in the ghost zone but in the human world as well for his acts of despair horror and misery. Dose Danny stands a chance?

-DP-

Danny moaned as he pushed himself off the glowing stone floor. He rubbed his eyes and quickly glanced around him. He appeared to be in a cage, it was a fairly large one in the sense he could stand and move about comfortably, but it wasn't incredibly huge. The bars of the cage were the same green hue as the floor and had intricate ornate carvings woven along them. He couldn't help but be reminded of a bird cage, that was the closest thing he could think to describe it as.

He looked past the bars and scanned the room. It sort of reminded him of an ancient run down castle. The walls were made of a rough stone that glowed blue. Gargoyles, crosses, and other unrecognizable figures were carved along the drab walls; their creepy faces were faded with old age.

3 columns followed after each other in a straight line that split the room equally in half. The columns were decorated in a similar way to the bars on Danny's cage; the only difference was that they were larger and more detailed. Buttresses and arches sprung from the top of the three columns and disappeared into the sides of the walls, creating support for the unique and tarnished structure.

The room was lit up by at least 20 or so yellow-ish white candles that were held up by rusted brass Italian candle holders. They were carefully placed throughout the room. A few were delicately placed on a table; others were just eerily floating slowly around the room, while some were propped up on the flat surfaces in the corner of the buttresses. But a good majority where sitting on the flat top of an old looking oragn, their already melted wax gently drip downed the side of the brass holders and on to the instrument itself. Metal pipes of all different lengths shot up from behind the musical instrument, gleaming in the cold utter silence.

On the other side of the room, adjacent to the piano, was a canopy bed with deep red blankets and sheets. The frame of the bed itself was an in-depth metal work that seemed to come together beautifully.

Danny let out a frustrated sigh; he knew he was in the ghost zone, the glowing walls and floating candles kinda clued him into that pretty easily, But he didn't recognize the lair he was in.

"Hello!" He called out hesitantly. "Anyone there?"

He paused and waited for an answer but none came. He adopted a confused and irritated expression. Normally if an enemy went through this much trouble and actually managed to capture him, He would be greeted with a long winded monolog explaining their plan the moment he woke up. Unfortunately this wasn't the case with whoever this ghost was.

"Hey, would somebody just answer me already!" Danny yelled, his patience wearing thin.

Just then the oragn sprang to life and started playing a haunting melody, its deep notes caused the bars of Danny's cage to vibrate and He jumped at the unexpected plethora of noise.

Soon a glowing blue swirling mass appeared in front of the oragn and slowly took on the form of a ghost.

Danny blinked at the new ghost in front of him.

The ghost was dressed in a blue tux with a white dress shirt and a blood red tie. He had a dark blue cape that covered his shoulders and draped around him elegantly. His clothes seemed to be from the 1800's era, or that's at least what Danny thought. But Danny didn't spend much time looking the ghost's clothes over; no he was more focused on the ghosts face.

Half of the ghosts face was covered by a very bright glowing white mask that had a bit of a blue sparkle to it. The ghost had bright green eyes and a pale complexion, his hair was a bright glowing snowy white.

Danny was awe struck, this ghost looked…Well….. A lot like him, well… like an older him. Danny had to guess that the ghost had died around the age of thirty.

"Who are you?" Danny asked now more curious than ever.

The ghost walked over to Danny and stopped a foot away from the cage.

"You mean you don't know who I am?" the ghost asked, a hint of mistrust was woven into his echo-y voice. "I thought you would of since you stole my name!"

Danny's eyes farrowed in confusion.

"Stole your name? Dude I didn't steal anything! I don't even know what your name is!" Danny said as he waved his hands about to make a point.

The ghost crossed his arms over his chest and sighed.

"Maybe this will help you." He said with annoyance as he cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

"Sing once again with me,
Our strange duet,
My power over you,
Grows stronger yet,"

The ghost sang with a hint of maliciousness, his voice carrying beautifully throughout the room.

"And though you turn from me,
To glance behind,
The phantom of the opera is there…
Inside your mind….."

Danny paled. "You're the phantom of the opera?"

"Yes," the ghost replied. "But I preferred to just be called Phantom."

Danny now knew what the ghost meant by 'stealing his name'.

"Look I didn't mean to take your name; I didn't realize that it had already been in use. I'm sorry." Danny apologized.

The ghost's expression softened and his icy glare disappeared.

"Did you just apologize?" He asked in wonder, a blissful half smile making its presence known.

This reaction caught Danny off guard.

"Uh….Yeah," Danny replied with hesitance. "Why, did you not want me to?"

The ghost shook his head.

"No, I want you too; it's just that…" The ghost glanced up at Danny with a pained and confused look. "Why….Why are you being so nice to me?"

Danny frowned slightly. The Phantom of the opera was one of Sam's favorite plays so he was at least a little familiar with how Phantom had spent his life. He lived in darkness, alone and secluded, the rest of the people of his home town shunned him, just because he was different. Because he was born with a deformity that made him seem almost ghoulish, that's the reason he wore his half mask. Danny could relate to this feeling of being unwanted, he was all too familiar with it.

"It's because I know what it's like to be deemed a freak."

The Phantom blinked, before he was over taken by anger.

"No you don't! You have no idea what it's like to be hated by everyone around you. To have your own parents abandon you!" he screamed, his voice was dripping with sadness.

Danny sighed and just let his blue rings wash over him. Soon his ghost form was replaced by a human one.

Phantom stared at Danny in shock. "What…?"

"I'm part human, part ghost." Danny explained simply. "My parents are ghost hunters and I live in the most haunted town in the USA. And people don't really treat ghosts nicely."

A look of understanding dawned on Phantoms face as he came to realize that maybe Danny really was a kindled spirit. That he really did understand how Phantom felt to some degree.

"I—I'm sorry…." Phantom whispered, his eyes cast on the floor with a look of self-hatred.

Danny raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry for what?"

"For locking you up and yelling at you, accusing you of theft when you didn't mean to do it," Phantom said as he listed the offenses off on his fingers. "I shouldn't have done any of those things and I'm sorry…"

Danny was baffled.

"You just apologized." He sated, his mouth hanging open.

Phantom laughed and quoted Danny as he flew a little closer to Danny's cage.

"Why, did you not want me too?" He mocked playfully.

Danny closed his mouth and gave phantom a halfhearted glare. He walked closer to the glowing bars and reached out to grab one. Phantom's eyes widened and a horrified look crossed his face.

"Wait don't—!" he began to yell, but he was too late.

He watched in horror as high vaults of electricity ran threw his new friend's human body. Danny's screams were blood curtailing and his body was convulsing violently.

Phantom acted quickly and flew to the corner of the room, he quickly flip the power switch and cut off the electricity to the cage.

Danny's screaming stopped and he crumpled to the floor of the cage, his hair and skin was smoking and his body was lying in a weird position.

Phantom gasped and quickly rushed to the cage. He unlocked the door and pulled it open in a rush. He quickly went to Danny's side and knelt down next to him.

"Danny," Phantom called out in worry as he shook his friends shoulder, but Danny didn't respond. A feeling of dread washed over Phantom. "Danny!" He tried again as his eyes welled up with tears. A sob escaped his throat, he hated himself. He didn't understand why he was created; all he ever did was bring fear, pain and death. Three things he was convinced that Danny didn't deserve; all Danny did since he met him was be kind and understanding. He treated Phantom like he was a ghost, not a freak. Phantom had this indescribable urge to protect Danny; he felt it when he had first captured the young hybrid but he didn't know what the feeling was so he brushed it off. But now it was back and twice as strong! A sob hitched in phantoms throat. "Danny, come on please…." Phantom begged "wake up!"

This time Danny let out a light moan when Phantom shook him and his face scrunched up in pain but he still remained unconscious. Phantom let out a sigh of relief, glad that Danny was at least alive. But then that guilty feeling returned and flashes of Danny's screams replayed threw his head. He had heard screams like those before when he got caught in the opening of the artificial portal that two ghost hunters in the city of amity had built and apparently got working.

Phantom remembered the awful pain that was radiating threw his body and slowly dragging away chunks of his soul and spiritual energy to the other side of the portal. He remembered realizing that he wasn't the only one screaming bloody murder; he had heard another chilling scream from the side of the portal that was in the human world. He remembered that he managed to will himself to open his eyes and look down the log swirling green tube that had surrounded him. He spotted a black silhouette at the end of the portal. The black silhouette was surrounded by a blinding white light and just outside of that pure light was the eerie iridescent green of the portal itself. He remembered seeing the pieces of his soul and spiritual energy slowly wisping off him in dull white swirls. Those swirls traveled down the green tube until they reached the silhouette where they began to glow a pure bright white that seemed to have almost a comforting feeling to it.

Phantom shook his head and stared down at the still unconscious Danny, he had so many questions running threw his head right then. But the one question he was dying to have an answer to was if Danny was that silhouette at the end of the green tunnel. Was he the person that received some of his energy and soul, is that why Danny's ghost half looked so much like him?

If he was then…. Wouldn't that make Danny his son, in a way?

Phantom felt sudden warmth spread throughout his body at the last thought.

"Are you my son." He questioned softly as he ran his fingers gently threw Danny's charred black hair.

-DP-

Danny woke to the sound of haunting music, and a case of killer all over body aches.

He glanced around him; he was currently tucked into a large bed with red silk covers and a plush pillow.

Music radiated from the foot of the bed, so Danny glanced in that direction to find Phantom sitting there with a harp in his lap.

Danny watched with amazement as phantom's fingers gracefully flew over the strings with a source of passion that Danny had never seen before. He glanced up at phantoms face to find tears streaking down it.

"Hey," Danny choked out in a raspy whisper. "You—ok."

Phantom jumped and dropped his harp, allowing it to clatter to the floor with a few short clangs.

"Danny!" He blurted out with a smile "You're ok?"

Danny smiled back at him weakly.

"What—." Danny broke out into a coughing fit; blood coated the hand he tried to cover his mouth with.

Phantom quickly rushed to Danny's side and propped him up so his back was leaning against his chest. He hugged Danny as the boy continued to cough up blood.

"Shhh…" Phantom whispered as he rubbed Danny's arms. "It's going to be ok."

Finally the coughing fit stopped and Danny's breathing became shallow. Danny leaned fully into Phantoms chest too exhausted to move.

"What—," Danny tried again, his face scrunching up in pain. "happened?"

Phantom swallowed before he nervously looked at Danny's bright blue trusting eyes. He was worried that if he told the boy then Danny would become mad at him and leave. He would be alone again; he would have no one to brighten his already painful existence that seemed to drag on forever. He was cursed to a life of depression, longing and agony; Unable to ever even embrace the smallest flicker of light.

Phantoms teeth clenched, he refused to live the rest of his after life like this. He deserved at least one ray of sunlight and even though he may not be able embrace it; he sure as hell can grasp it!

"I—you got sick Danny," Phantom lied "You started convulsing for no reason. I was so worried!"

Danny took in a deep shaky breath; his eyes were blue pools of confusion.

"I—I" He gasped out painfully "Did?"

Phantom shook his head.

"Yes you did." He answered in worry.

Danny whimpered slightly and Phantom pulled him closer to him.

"Don't worry Danny I'm going to take good care of you; you'll be on your feet in no time!" Phantom said softly with encouragement.

"Thank you Pha—tom," Danny wheezed. "But I need to go home….. Doctor…."

Danny's head began to lull forward, his eyes slowly shut and his breathing became even more struggled.

Phantom's heart dropped when the sudden reality of what was going on hit him.

Danny was Dying.

Phantom didn't know what to do. Should he go get another ghost to help him? Phantom thought through all the ghosts he knew, He really wasn't on the best terms with any of them. But the there was one ghost that stuck out in his mind. Its name was frostbite. He was the leader of the far frozen, and it was common information that they were advanced in medical knowledge.

The only problem was that frostbite hated phantoms guts because of what he did during the ghost kings rain. You see Phantom used to be one of Pariah Dark's most trusted knights; he did some really horrible things under the kings name. He had enslaved the people of the far frozen and they completely despised him for it. They had warned him that the king would stab him in the back, but phantom ignored them. He didn't like being alone and he wanted to belong, the king had promised to be his friend till the end of his afterlife. So he followed blindly only to get nearly killed later by the king himself.

Though Phantom did not want to dwell too much on the past, He couldn't afford too, not right now anyway. He needed to get Danny to Frostbite.

-DP-

"Frostbite!"

The wise older yeti turned towards the young panicked voice.

"Is there a problem, Shiver?" He asked as he looked the border guard over.

The young guard swallowed, and nodded.

"It's the great one, he is near death…. The Phantom had brought him here."

Frostbite swelled with rage, hadn't Phantom caused enough misery?

"Where is the great one did you get him to—."

"He was brought to the medical cavern." The guard interrupted quickly.

"And what of Phantom?"

"He is now detained; you would wish to interrogate him though, right?"

"Yes," frostbite replied quietly with a brief nod. "I would, but not till I visit the medical cavern first."

"Uh…. Yes sir, I will inform them of your coming." The guard said before respectfully bowing and leaving.

-DP-

It didn't take long for frostbite to reach the medical cavern and once inside he was immediately escorted to Danny's room.

The elder yeti quietly opened the door to the halfa's room only to be greeted by a heart breaking sight.

Danny's skin was singed, peeling and dry. His hair was clumped together and certain parts of it look more black then they should and not to mention very brittle. His breathing was slow and fragile as he slept and every time he inhaled, his whole body tensed and his face contorted into an expression of pain. He was hooked up to several different monitors that all beeped to a different tune, the wires hung loosely from his body. An I.V. was placed in his left arm, slowly pumping a bit of ectoplasm infused water into the boy's small body.

Frostbite's stomach dropped, he didn't understand how the 'great one' could get hurt so badly. Especially since it seemed all the major damage was to his human half… but then again he was with phantom, that ghost was a manipulative cruel being, a pure monster. He probably tricked the great one into thinking he was his friend, much like he did to Frostbites father. A low feral growl emanated from frostbites throat as he clenched his hands into fists.

"Frost—bite?"

Frostbite's anger vanished when he heard that raspy voice.

"Great one? You are awake!"

"Yeah…" Danny murmured softly as he looked around him. "How… Did I get here?"

Frostbite's anger returned and he griped the rail of Danny's hospital bed.

"Phantom brought you here; He's going to pay for harming you." Frostbite replied, a determined look in his eyes.

Danny glanced at frostbite with worry.

"He never— hurt me Frostbite….. Don't hurt him." He explained softly.

Frostbites anger diminished slightly.

"Are you sure of that?"

Danny shook his head yes.

The yeti huffed; his eyes were cast on the floor with a glaring look of annoyance.

"Why?" Danny asked, finding frostbites behavior to be unusual.

"He and my people have some…..Previous history."

"What do— you mean by— that?"

Frostbite sighed and grabbed a chair that was nearby before plopping down in front of Danny.

"A number of years ago back when I was just a boy and the rest of the ghost zone was under the iron fist of pariah—."

"Wait" Danny interrupted and swallowed painfully, "the rest of the— ghost zone?"

"Uh, yes the rest of the ghost zone, You have to remember Great One, the people of the far frozen were always self-governed, well at least Till Phantom came along. You see the Ghost king was obsessed with power, he wanted to conquer all the lands in the Zone and ours was the only one left. Every battle attempt the king ever threw at us was always stopped by my father, Artic. He was a good leader and an excellent strategist, but my father believed too much in other ghosts; he saw a good in them when there may have not been one."

"So you're saying that Phantom had gained your fathers trust and somehow tried to hand your people over to the king?" Danny guessed.

Frostbite nodded grimly, "Yes, but not tried Great one, he succeeded. My race became enslaved, we were forced to make weaponry for the king, and we created the crown of fire and the ring of rage. My father tried to stop those accursed things from ever being created, but…. The king caught wind of his defiance. My father was executed…. I'm sure you know the rest of the story about how the king was defeated."

"All of that happened because of Phantom?" Danny asked.

"Yes…"

A silenced passed between the two before Danny spoke up again.

"I'm sorry about your father…"

"It is all right great one. It is in the past."

Danny frowned slightly unsure of what to say, another few minutes of silence passed by.

"Frostbite?"

"Yes?"

"Is that why you insist on calling me great one," Danny asked with a solemn expression. "Because of my name…"

Frostbite glanced at the young hero with a warm smile.

"That is one reason, but it is not the main one."