A/N: Good evening. I am bored, and just got done with my first Danny Phantom cosplay (Danny Reacts to stuff: Uptown Amaturez) and I decided to update some of my stories since I now have a working laptop that I can use to do that. What does this have to do with anything? Well a quick recap would revile that I have gotten back in touch with my childhood side from what ever force and decided to write for DP and KFP for the first time and since I need more time to think about a plot for KFP, I've decided to write this one first, which is my story of What-Ifs :P featuring my three favorite people from the show itself, so the one bad-guy and the two heroes.

Okay, so its basically a drabble series, but it will only focus in on our Halfas (All three of them :P Either by themselves or together) and just what life is like for them. First off, we'll start off with some Danny Phantom/Fenton late-night angst and some stupid passage I wrote a while back.

Chapter Summary: There are two halves to every Halfa. One dead, and the other alive. Both seem to come out in the worst of times however, and when they do, they wage war.

P.S: I will give anyone a cookie if they can tell me where I got the chapter title from. (Hint: Its a show that used to be on Cartoon Network until it was canceled)

I learned to live half alive: Chapter 1: Heart, Body, and Mind.

Some nights, it felt as though his heart was non-existent. It would become as see through and clear as the rest of the ghosts in the ghost zone on nights like those, giving him fears that it might float away and out of his chest, and just drop to the floor boards like a dead weight and leave him for the rest of his death. It never did though, and usually after moments of panic, would he suddenly feel it let out a strong beat, there by quick-starting his flow of blood yet again, reminding the teen yet again that there was still a side of him that was alive. After this reassurance, he would often close his eyes and fall back into a deep sleep. Or leave him shaken and awake, in more of a dream like stupor. Either one left a similar feeling to the one he had felt in his chest just moments earlier, only this time it would take full control of his body and wouldn't let go until the early morning light.

Some nights, his body would do the same. He would be asleep in his bed at nights, and suddenly wide awake and beside himself, watching himself sleep. Other nights, he would just lay awake, and feel himself floating, invisible, and non-existent. All senses dulled to the point of near nothingness. No ability to hear, to scream, to look, nothing but floating in an artificial sea of blankets. That really was the most interesting feeling to him, for it was almost like drowning and flying all at once. To be there, alive and breathing with your head above water, all at the same time that he was dead and invisible, forced away by something he couldn't explain from his human form until he was able to gain at least some control. At points like this, he would bring his hand up to his multi-colored eyes and examine it. Pale and medium in size like it usually was, faded and quickly becoming see through like normal also. It didn't really bother him much, unlike his irregular heart beats, mainly because at least in this state he was still in one piece and unable to float away from himself.

Some nights, often the same ones as those nights when his heart and body would act up, so would his mind. He sometimes wondered if he was beginning to loose it, and not in the way that he felt he would loose his other parts. No, his mind was not turning invisible, it wasn't non-existent. No, instead his mind would drift around, bouncing thought against thought of friends and family, with ghosts and enemies. Both sides reminding the teen of his physical halves, and how they would never truly join, even with him as a factor in the mess. It was on those nights that everything would seem fuzziest. His body fading and returning without his notice, and his heart would start and stop its rhythm in such a random way that he couldn't keep up. Dead and alive were suddenly blurred at this point, and the difference between Phantom and Fenton were no longer cared for. Instead, the demons inside of his head would wage their little war on one another, until the early morning sun would quiet them down and draw them away, and remind the hero that it was time to move on for now.

His human side almost always came out on top at the end of the night, and his ghost side would simply be tucked away for later use. Thats how things seemed to go every night since that fateful day, but even with that as the new norm, it never felt right. He supposed that was normal though, being both dead and alive. You could never mix the two, for they were like oil and water. So with a heavy sigh, he would drag himself out of his bed, his body now feeling like lead as he shuffled on to start his day, and prepare himself both physically and mentally for whatever fight would lay ahead.

The sun used to be my greatest ally as a child. If its light came through your window in the morning then you've made it through the night and the predators go back in which they've came.