Title: Phantom Planet
Rating: K
Mood song: … "We Go Together" from Grease comes to mind, although isn't right for this; too happy, maybe?
Pairings: yes and no hints of this or that…okay so: NONE. Sorry.
Word count: 325 (so sorry, but no long ones now.)
Notes: Just something to wrap it all up with.
I thank every single reviewer and love how many reviews I have, and since I won't be on the computer until Friday I cannot award who gave me my 100th, but I'll be thankful to whoever it is, maybe send them a PM. I have over 6,450 hits on this, making it my most-visited fic of all of mine. Thank you.
These drabbles were fun to do, even though some/most turned out to be over 1,000 words (which is a oneshot, really, if you go passed 1,000), I still think they turned out pretty well considering what it was I started and ended with, no matter how retarded or late I got or they ere in the middle. It's 1:20 a.m. here now and I'm getting sleepy, but this is the last chapter and then I can be done with this fanfic, one more I can cross off my list; not to sound mean, it's just I have so many other incomplete fics to worry about…
Anyway, please read, enjoy, and review. I love you all so much!!
The Phantom saved the planet; or, more of, millions of ghosts did, but it was all his idea.
He had always been there: saving, watching, waiting, caring; but he was also hunted and hiding, afraid to reveal his secret identity. He was a stressed-out mess, a young teen boy who can hardly handle his grades let alone a whole city, and yet he managed.
And when the time came when everything was about to fall apart – When the earth would crumble and shatter and explode from the asteroid, when all would be fire and chaos and fear and death, and nothing would be there in the Earth's place in our solar system – he wanted to save us. He felt the need to, even if things went wrong and we all died in the end. He even got them to help: the other ghosts, the ones who hated and spited and envied and tortured us; and all because their world, the Ghost Zone, would be affected as well.
He was a wonder, that boy, and we know what he has done now. We understand, finally, after so long. And we love him, oh we love our Phantom, our Fenton, our boy Danny. We built him a statue and everything, praising him, and reminding ourselves of what could've been if not for him. It was all we can do, all we could do, all we would or wanted to do.
And oh, what a strange feeling it is now to live and know that we are together – everyone on the whole Earth, everyone who could've been blown away like birthday candles – and now we can give him a second chance.
–And some other ghosts, too; although not too many, because there is still he evil ones. But hadn't they cared enough to help turn the world intangible? Hadn't they?
Either way, it's a blessing: we are together now, all of us. And we don't hate Phantom anymore.