And I want a moment to be real
Want to touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong

"That was…" Maddie turned to her son. She knew ectoplasm from a mile away. It was heavier than blood, and she knew she wasn't mistaking the two.

"Danny." he was trying to hold on. His eyes were wide with fear and determination. Every breathe lead to a gentle grunt as he pushed his chest out against the pressure.

And what should have been blood, but instead, was ectoplasm, poured form him body.

"Why does it seem like everyone and everything is bent on killing or torturing me. I never knew ghosts had it so hard, but then again, their parents weren't ghost hunters."

"Jack, Jazz stop. That's not Danny." Maddie kept a steady gaze on him, "A Ghost is impersonating our Danny." She picked up a gun and aimed it at him.

"Mom, I don't think-"

"Jazz, pass Jack a gun please?" she stared towards Danny.

"Mom?" he watched her. The look she held wasn't that of fear, or determination to help him. It was hatred, pure hatred.

"Don't even call me that, ghost. Where's Danny?" she glared at him.

"What?" he twisted his body to try to get into a little better position. He couldn't feel his legs and more and blood ran down his arms and dripping off his fingers.

"You heard me. Where's my son?" the look she gave him made a tingle run up his spine. It was the look she gave those putrid ghosts, or that's what his parents called his type.

"I am-"

"Don't even try that." She shot the gun and hit him in the shoulder. He bit his lip as pain ricocheted up and down his arm.

"Mom, Stop! He didn't do anything!" Jazz grabbed her mom's arm, but her gaze stayed on Danny. All his hope in this situation was gone. Crushed like a little boys…

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"Mommy, can I have a brownie!?" the little boy stood on his tip toes and tried to reach the silver platter that resided on the counter top.

"Not till they cool, Dan." A woman, who seemed to be his mother, smiled down at him. He stuck his little tongue out and continued to tap his fingers along the counter side, wishing he was just an inch taller.

"But I want one no-ow!" he whined as he crossed his arms and glared up at her.

She simply giggled and ruffled his raven hair.

"Maddie!?"

"Coming Jack." She looked at him once more before running out of the room to accompany her husband.

"Jazz, can you get me a brownie?" he tugged at her shirt.

"No, mommy said you can't have one." She laid the book she was reading down and stared at her three year old brother.

"But, you're tallerer than me." He gave her his blue eyed innocent look.

"Taller." She corrected. She looked at him and sighed. "All right."

She jumped off her chair and grabbed the platter from the counter. She gently lowered the brownie delight towards her fidgeting brother.

"Yay. Thank you Jazzy!" he made a dive for them.

"Danny wait!" but her warning was ignored. His hand hit the side of the platter and it was knocked to the ground, upside down. He stared at it in disbelief. All the chocolate he loathed crushed in a freak accident.

"Danny?" his mom's voice was coming closer.

"Jazz did it!" and with that he ran out of the room at break neck speed.

"Danny you little brat!" in a flurry of red, she went after him to gain revenge.

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"Yay. Thank you, Jazzy…" oh she longed to hear those cute words again. She loved how he depended on her, the look of hope he gave her. Something a sister saw, never parents.

"He took my son, and I'm going to make him tell me where he is. Jazz, I'm a ghost hunter. I know what I'm doing." Maddie reassured her daughter, with a smile.

"But…Danny is…that's Danny." she bit her lip and looked over at the youngest Fenton. He was suffering, they had to help him. No…not they, she.

"Honey, people don't bleed ectoplasm."

"No, Danny is half ghost." She began the story, the one day famous story of Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton, the one, not separate. Her brother going to be something one day, she knew it in her heart as the words flowed from her mouth. Of course, she added the "You have to accept him. He's your son. He's been protecting you all this time." sayings that would hopefully convince them.

She finally finished the tale and looked at the ground, at Danny, then the ground once more.

"Honestly Jazz, you expect us to believe that?" her parents chuckled and her heart sank.

"It's true. It's all true." he wasn't gone yet. He could fill in the gaps. He could reconstruct the family.

"How would you know gho-"

"Please…please don't call me that. I'm your son…not just a ghost." He sighed, "I was so afraid to tell you…all this time." He wished to say more, but the machine thought other wise.

"I'm sorry. I really am." He closed his eyes and let out the scream he'd been holding. It all hurt. His parents, his life, his lies, everything around him tormented his very being, and he wanted to let go of that. He wanted to be normal, to be loved again, as he once one.

"Danny." she dropped her weapon and followed her mind. Her mind said to love him, to trust him…he was her baby boy. He was.

"Danny, oh Danny, I do love you. We all love you Danny. We'll always accept you. No matter what you are." Wow, that sounded so corny. So fake, but it was real. This was real.

"I love you too mom…and dad." he smiled through his suffering, "Thank you Jazz. I love you."

"Danny, don't go. We need you."

And how can the world want me to change?
They're the ones that stay the same
They don't know me
'Cause I'm not here