Mihane100 is a horrible influence on me and should not be trusted. She is my lovely beta reader though, so I guess she gets some points there.

Anywho, as most of you know, I am HollyFlash and for once I haven't forgotten how to do author's notes. Shocking, I know. Even more shocking is the fact that I've started another fic. I mean, it's not like I have three others I really need to work on-

Oh, wait.

Universal Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. To see what would happen if I did, please check out Connections.

Onwards!

Chapter 1;

Danny Phantom, half-ghost superhero and saviour of the world, was about ready to pass out. But in his defense, out running a massive mob of fangirls who wanted him to sign their chests was hard.

He could hear the familiar jingle from his phone on his headboard, and though he felt bad for doing so, Danny ignored it. It was probably his girlfriend, calling to ask if he was ready for their date later tonight. Or Tucker calling to mock him about it. Or Valerie asking if he'd found Danielle- worrying about his clone was now the only thing Danny and his once friend had in common. She'd given up ghost hunting after the Disasteroid, and after months of avoiding Danny had finally asked him if he knew where Dani had gone. That had been two days ago, but Danny didn't mind- at least this proved she didn't hate him anymore.

The phone was still ringing as Danny stumbled towards his bed, wondering why just flying had made him so tired. He'd only gotten up half an hour ago, and he'd gotten enough sleep… it didn't add up.

Danny tripped, stubbing his toe on the foot of his bed. The jolt of pain didn't wake him up, but for a fleeting moment Danny wondered when he had switched back to his human form. The floor looked rather comfortable actually, and was awfully close now- strange; I thought it was farther away...

The next thing Danny knew he was lying on the floor, his alarm was blaring, and his head felt like he'd hit it with something very, very hard. His floor, for example. This just in; the world's saviour is a moron who fell asleep and missed his bed.

Rubbing the side of his head, Danny sat up. A blast of ectoplasmic ice silenced his alarm, and slowly Danny pulled himself far enough up to look at the time. It was about seven in the morning, putting it four hours before he'd run away from- oh.

He'd missed his date with Sam.

Danny reached over, snatching up his phone. There was a huge crack down the middle of his screen which Danny was sure hadn't been there yesterday. Oddly enough, his phone showed no missed calls. I could've sworn it was ringing before… maybe I broke it. Crud. When did I do that?

After defrosting his alarm and resetting it so the annoying beeping would no longer interrupt his summer, Danny made his way downstairs. He could hear some voices- his dad's, his mom's, and one more which was familiar but he couldn't quite name. Jazz's was in there too, which was strange. Not even she got up this early on a Saturday morning.

Danny moved down the stairs slowly, one hand gripping the railing tightly. The air around him felt different, and wrong almost. It was like there was a missing piece, or like the time Jazz moved everything in his room two inches left as a prank. He'd gotten back to her by putting everything in her room on the roof.

He could see them now- well, his mom and sister at least. He could hear his dad, and- okay, the fact that he couldn't figure out who the stranger was was very quickly getting annoying.

"Mom," He called, skipping over the last few steps. "Who's-" Danny stopped, freezing in place.

No.

No!

"Ah, Daniel, I was just-" Vlad didn't get to finish his sentence before Danny had crossed the room and restrained him.

"Get a thermos!" He shouted, looking back when nobody moved. His family looked horrified, and Jazz had smacked her palm to her face. "Did nobody hear me?! Get a-" Vlad broke out of his hold, pushing Danny into the wall.

"We had a deal," The older hybrid hissed, "A truce, Daniel. Or did your memory fail you when you hit your head?"

My head? Screw my head; you should still be in space! "Get away from me, you freak!" Danny stomped on the older hybrid's foot, breaking free and ready to deliver a swift right hook to Vlad's face. His dad stopped him before he could, pulling Danny close to him. Danny didn't struggle, finding himself frozen as he tried to make sense of the situation. Why would his dad defend Vlad? After everything during the Disasteroid, he wouldn't even talk about Vlad!

"Danny! What's gotten into you?!" Maddie chided, making her way to his side.

"That's the most I've heard him say all week," Jazz added in, her eyes suddenly growing wide. "Danny! You're bleeding!"

"What?" With more than a little intangibility, Danny pulled an arm free. He placed his finger tips on his forehead, quickly noticing the familiar feeling of blood. It was mostly dried, and did explain why he'd felt like he'd been hit by a truck. "Oh. Ow. Can you let me go now?"

Vlad, who had started to appear increasingly horrified the moment Danny had used intangibility to free his hand, took a step forwards. "Maddie, you wouldn't happen to have a first aid kit nearby, would you?"

"Yes, I'll- I'll fetch that." Maddie rushed away, and Danny frowned. I don't get it. Why hasn't anyone murdered Vlad yet? Is that even Vlad? It can't be; he'd be dead if he was… I don't get it. What do I do?

Out of ideas and running low on options, Danny took the next best course of action he could think of. As Sam always said, he needed all the facts before he did something stupid. At least she no longer tried to discourage him from doing said stupid things. Danny made himself shrink down, moving himself closer to his dad. He made a show of blinking furiously, for once thankful that Sam had talked him into taking drama classes with her. As it turned out, Danny had quite the talent for acting. He shivered and rubbed his face, channeling energy from his ice powers to his bare skin.

"Daniel?" 'Vlad' actually sounded concerned now. It was weird. "Jack, there's something wrong with him!"

"Well I get that he attacked you and all V-man but don't you think that's a little extreme?"

"Danny?" Oh, Jazz was going to kill him once she realized he was faking this. She reached out, placing a hand on his arm. The intense cold obviously shocked her and she pulled her hand back, and Danny took that as his cue. He pulled ice powers back into his core, pushing them as far down as could. It had taken Danny months to master that trick. He could already feel himself overheating, but until Danny knew exactly who Fake-Vlad was it was necessary. He could be some powerful ghost- he had to be in fact, to have Maddie and Jack fooled. So Danny had to play himself down, make himself seem like less of a threat- it'd be easier to win when this surely got physical if his opponent underestimated him.

Besides, Danny had been known to do strange things when he was sick. A power malfunction could fit in the category of being sick, probably. Maybe.

He hoped.

Danny made it seem like he was attempting to pull his still pinned arm closer to him, and made a big show of not being able to use intangibility. His dad said something that Danny wasn't paying enough attention to catch before pulling his arms back. Danny slumped against him, and Jazz rushed forwards to support him. Maddie was back in the room now, and Danny quickly felt her grab his other side.

"Danny? Sweetie, look at me okay?" Danny did as his mom had instructed, fiddling with both hands right over top of his ghost core. Fake-Vlad seemed to realize what he was doing, as did Jazz. Maddie pressed a hand against his forehead, and Danny fought to control his ice powers. "You're warm."

"Warm?" From the disbelief in his voice, Fake-Vlad knew about his ice core.

"Boiling," Danny breathed, leaning into Jazz. Oh, this was getting good. He rubbed at his face with one hand, spreading tiny ice crystals along his hair line. They'd melt in a minute, giving him the illusion of sweating. Which would be very useful in three, two, one…

Danny pulled himself forwards, spinning his arms and letting the energy from his ice core flow back through him. His plan to hit the ground failed as Fake-Vlad shot forwards to grab him. Danny lifted his head and let his eyes glow green as Fake-Vlad carefully lowered him down.

"Daniel, I need you to listen," His voice wasn't louder than a mumble, and Danny found himself frowning. Wow, copycat really has Vlad's voice down. They must've come from the same cereal box. "Focus on your core and control your powers. I'm going to help you-" Shut up you creep, I don't need your help. How dare you pose as Vlad after everything he did? Oh, I get it; you were trying to get at me. Well congratulations, it worked. Now leave my family alone! Why are you still talking?! "…You have to control yourself. Daniel-" Not wanting to hear anymore of Fake-Vlad's annoying voice, Danny lashed out with an ice-caked hand. The older man fell onto his side, and Danny let himself go limp onto his right side. His eyes however, remained slightly open and still burned green.

He really should've gone into acting earlier.

Jazz automatically rushed forwards putting a hand over his eyes, pushing them closed. Danny frowned, breaking his act for a second. Why would she do that? He was trying to say that this was a power malfunction!

"He's sweating," Jazz said, "But he's freezing!" Oh ice powers, how I love you.

"Danny," Maddie was saying, and Danny felt her fingertips lightly smack his cheek. "Danny, sweetie, wake up. Danny!"

Sorry Mom, but I need to know what happens when you think I'm not listening. Also that faint was horrible, I should work on that.

"Maddie," Fake-Vlad whispered, "Get back. I doubt he's in control of himself, he could lash out and hurt you!"

"He's my son, Vlad! I don't care how dangerous he is- he could be a ghost for all I care! I'm not leaving him."

Did she- did my mom just forget I'm Danny Phantom? Wow. Parent of the year award there.

"I'm calling an ambulance," Jazz said, removing her hand from his face.

"No!" Wow, Fake-Vlad was like normal Vlad. Well, if normal Vlad hadn't gone crazy and actually cared about someone beside himself. On second thought, the two were nothing like each other. "Jasmine, if this is what I think it is, the hospital will not be able to help your brother."

"Why?" Maddie asked, "Vlad, what do you…?"

"Jack!" And Fake-Vlad was barking out orders now. "Don't just stand there; take your son up to his room!"

What? No! How can I hear anything from my room?! Stupid Fake-Vlad…

"He pulled his arm through mine," Jack said, and Danny fought the urge to smack his palm to his forehead. No Dad, really? It's almost like I can turn intangible or something!

"Don't be ridiculous, that isn't possible." Well, Fake-Vlad certainly had the 'Jack Fenton is an idiot' tone down. Danny was very tempted to give up the act right then and there just to punch the man in his stupid copycat face. "Just do as I say- and clean up his head wound!"

Yeah, no. Don't order my family around you- crud what's a good insult- crusty muffin!

…Okay, that wasn't one. Bad Fenton.

Danny made himself go limp in his father's arms, not moving as he was lifted and carried up the stairs. He tried to focus on listening to Fake-Vlad, but even his advanced hearing couldn't pick up the man's hushed voice. And aside from learning that his parents seemed to have conveniently forgotten his ghost side, Danny had learned nothing.

But whatever was going on, Danny was sure of one thing; it was all Fake-Vlad's fault.

Ew, looking back that's kind of crappy pacing. Oh well. I wrote it in a day, that happens sometimes. Next chapter should be better.

So, as many of you know, I like to involve my readers in my fics. So you all see that title? That is a placeholder title until I either get a suggestion for a new one that I love or get attached to it. If any of you have any suggestions for a better title, let me know! I'll be sure to credit you if I use it. ^^

Reviews and title suggestions and such are greatly appreciated! However, if any reviews turn into flames I'm using them as fuel to start another fic. And chances are, it'll get thrown under a heavier bus than SOS Text did.