A/N: Warning: Do not read unless you want yourself to be UTTERLY AND COMPLETELY SPOILED FOR MY STORY Amity Park Star. You have been warned. :))) I would try and give you a summery of what happened, but come on, it took me 31 chapters to tell the story the first time! :P

Hello everyone! Okay, it's been four months since I wrapped up Amity Park Star, and, in all honesty, between vacations and work, I've had no time to work on anything APS related all summer. But I'm not going to leave you empty-handed. I promised to give you some extras, right? So this story will be dedicated to "deleted scenes" from APS. Though technically they weren't deleted, they just didn't need to be there and I only imagined them for my own sake. :) Anyway, I decided to go ahead and post this just for fun.

Timeline: This particular "extra" happened when Danny was twelve, two years before the setting of APS. Danny and Vlad are in Florida and Danny has already had his run-in with Clara.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

Danny: Turn of Events

There was nothing easy about this decision. Absolutely nothing.

Well, I guess there was one easy part: deciding to decide. But that was the only easy part.

Clara's words rang through my head. "...turn your back on your ghostly nature. I can help you; you can come with me and I'll help you."

I could turn my back on my ghostly nature. Why did that sound so...so...appealing?

The reason was because I was human too. That had to be it. But what part of me was human? I was just a half-ghost lackey of another half-ghost. The other half-ghost just happened to be at the top of the Gals in White Most Wanted List.

What did that mean? That Vlad wasn't as great as he'd made himself seem? Sure, Vlad beat me occasionally, but he was just trying to get me to do the best I could. Vlad was hard to deal with and he got mad easily, but that was just how he worked. Besides, for all I knew, that's how everyone worked. Who was to say that everyone in the world wasn't hard to deal with?

I slumped down on my bed. Vlad was downstairs, working on making a new tracker to track down the location of the next Point. He had told me not to bother him today for any reason. He had called off training and had locked himself in his secret lab hours ago.

Going to talk to Clara couldn't hurt, could it?

No. There was nothing harmful about going to talk to someone. Even if that someone was a ghost hunter, I could always fight her. And I could hold my own against her, too.

I was almost through the ceiling before I realized what a stupid decision this was. I sat back down. Vlad had always taught me to fear ghost hunters. He had told me time and time again that they were nothing but bothersome. The only thing they did was make life harder for ghosts like us to live in the world.

I think that thought was what finally convinced me to phase through the ceiling. Vlad used those words all the time. "...ghosts like us..." I didn't want to just be a ghost; I wanted to be a human being.

Not too many minutes later, I flew by a building that held on it the same design as did the card Clara had given me two nights before. My eyebrows lowered in determination as I landed, invisibly, in a more secluded area near the building and changed back to human. Before I made my way inside, I looked at the white gritty substance that was spread all over the grass and sidewalk. I then looked to my right and saw a massive collection of the stuff. I walked toward it, and saw a huge body of water. The ocean.

I smiled. If I did end up deciding to turn my back on Vlad forever, I would want Clara to let me live here.

I shook my head and remembered that time was valuable. If Vlad decided to check up on me and saw that I wasn't in my room, I would get in loads of trouble.

I walked through the huge glass doors in the front of the building. I stopped in the middle of the huge room. I looked right, searching for any sign of Clara. All I saw was a wall lined with computers and a gift shop. Then I looked off to the left and saw a huge desk with five or six people milling around it. Further to the left was a huge dining room. Sitting at one of the tables was Clara.

She was looking directly at me. I bit my lip and exhaled through my nose. Slowly, I began walking toward her. I stopped walking once I was standing behind the chair opposite Clara, but I didn't sit down. Sitting down had some ring of finality. The action made me feel like there was no going back, no matter what I decided.

She quirked an eyebrow. "Are you going to sit?"

I pursed my lips and pulled the chair out. "Yeah...I guess." I sat down, not liking the strange feeling accompanied with it. I glanced around nervously.

"Don't be nervous," Clara began. She motioned around her. There was hardly a soul in the dining room. "There's hardly anyone here to overhear our conversation. Hungry?"

I was going to say no. I was going to tell her I didn't have time to eat and that I needed to get back to Vlad before he realized I was gone. I was going to tell her that I wasn't going to eat something given to me by my enemy. But before any of those words left my mouth, a man dressed in a fancy suit set two plates down on the table, one in front of Clara and one in front of me.

I raised an eyebrow. "You ordered something for me?" I asked. "How'd you know I would come?"

Clara shook her head. "I didn't. I ordered something yesterday and you didn't come. I just figured I should be a nice host, just in case you did show up."

I stared at the steaming mass of food in front of me. I'd never seen anything like it before. I saw Clara pick up her fork and take a bite of food. She looked at me pointedly. "Eat it, kid; it's not poison, I promise."

I tentatively picked up my fork and cut off an edge of the food. I stuck it in my mouth and instantly fell in love with the food. My eyes widened in amazement. Vlad had professional cooks to cook me meals everyday, but I had never tasted something as delicious as this. I took another bite.

After I swallowed, I asked, "What is this?"

Clara laughed a bit. "It's called lasagna, but that's not the reason your here." I paused with the fork halfway to my mouth when she reminded me of the reason I was here. I shut my mouth and set my fork down. Straightening up, I sighed.

"Why should I walk away from everything I know just because you've told me that you'll help me? How do I know that you won't take me to some ghost prison as soon as we're done here?" I began. There, now we had something to talk about. I didn't like being brought back to the real world. In the few moments I had been away from Vlad, I had felt a sense of freedom...a sense that was now turning into one of paranoia.

Clara smiled. "Let's start at the beginning." She set her elbow on the table and leaned into it. "Vlad is evil. Why should you believe me? Because I know that something deep inside you is telling you that whatever it is you're doing is wrong. There's got to be some feeling of regret for what you're doing."

I frowned. "How do you know what we're doing?"

She shook her head. "I don't. But you must be doing something wrong. Look, you're not just a ghost." She pointed at me. "You're human, and while humans aren't always perfect, there's something called a conscience that tells us when we're doing something wrong. And I know you've got one because if you didn't, you would've never left Vlad to come here today."

I stared at her with an open mouth and wide eyes. Then I pursed my lips and hung my head. She had hit the mark. I didn't want to be just a ghost or even just a half-ghost; I wanted someone to treat me like the human I was.

I let out a deep breath and picked at my lasagna.

"I don't understand. What is evil? Doing something when your conscience tells you not to?" I asked. The entire time I had been tracking the first Point, something inside of me had been telling me that uprooting someone from his home was wrong. Something inside of me had wanted to disobey Vlad and let the boy just live his life. I hadn't listened to that something, of course, because Vlad would've been upset. And I really doubted a conscience could beat me up like Vlad had.

Clara smiled sweetly. "That's close enough. Evil is doing bad things, to put it in elementary terms. And people who do evil things are always guilty. Even if they won't admit it to themselves, they have a feeling a guilt that has to be building inside them." Clara reached across the table and took my hand. I jumped at the touch and looked her straight in the eye. "But you're smart enough to take action on that guilty feeling you have, right? The action you need to take is to turn your back on Vlad and work against him. Whatever it is you're doing, you need to work to undo it."

I bit my lip. For some reason, I couldn't look away from Clara's eyes. Something in them was captivating...it was as if I had known this woman for as long as I had known Vlad. That was impossible, of course, but the feeling was still there, none-the-less.

I cleared my throat and pulled my hand away. I ran a hand through my hair and sat back in my chair. "I think I understand what you mean." I nodded slowly. "Yeah...I'm with you," I conceded. I couldn't believe I was going to get to leave Vlad. There would be no more bad beatings and no more yelling or kneeling. I was free!

"Well, you might want to hear the rest of what I've got to say first." I looked at her, confused. What was that supposed to mean? "First of all, if you really trust me, you'll tell me what it is you two are up to."

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to work up the nerve to spill everything to someone I barely knew. But I reminded myself about the guilty feeling that was still running a race inside of me. I needed to do something to make that guilt go away. And, at the moment, this seemed like the only option to get rid of the guilt.

"Well...there's five Points we've got to capture. We captured the first person two nights ago. They're going to be the power source for the Star Machine we're going to build. The Star is a special person that is going to give a crazy lot of power to Vlad. Oh, and the Star has to die."

Clara was sitting across the table, wide-eyed at my explanation. She shook her head. "Oh...wow. That's a lot more than I bargained for." Then she forced herself to smile. "Well, who doesn't like a challenge?"

I raised my eyebrow. "So, you don't think I'm a hopeless cause?"

She shook her head. "Of course not, but I have to warn you: turning your back on Vlad and joining me is going to be a lot harder to do than just staying with Vlad. Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?"

I quickly nodded my head, before I could think about it too long. I had already determined that working against Vlad would be hard, so why bother thinking about it again. "So when do we leave here? If we wait too long, Vlad will find me again and all this would be for nothing." I couldn't believe that I wasn't worried about Vlad finding out I was gone anymore. Since I wasn't going back, I didn't have to worry about getting caught.

"Actually, I need to explain something to you that you're probably not going to like very much, and I won't blame you if you end up changing your mind about joining me."

My eyes narrowed. What was that supposed to mean?

Clara continued. "If you decide to work against Vlad, you're not going to get away from Vlad for a long time. I'm going to need you to stay with him so we'll both have the inside information we need to take him down. If you came with me now, we would have no way of knowing what Vlad is up to. You can work undercover for me with Vlad."

I just stared at her with an uncomprehending look on my face. "What?" I asked. "The entire point of joining you is to get away from Vlad. Why would I stay with Vlad?"

Clara sighed and put a hand to her forehead. "Because we're going to have to eventually take him down. We can't do that now, and it will be harder to do if we don't know what he's up to. If you just go back and act like nothing has happened, you can get all the information we need to take him down quickly and effectively. You can give me information and I can prepare to take him down. And we can do all this before you two get ready to kill the Star."

"So you want me to keep on capturing people? I thought we agreed that was evil?" I asked. I was now completely confused.

Clara laughed. "It is, but if we're going to free you from Vlad forever, taking you away now will only be a temporary fix. Trust me, convincing him your still on his side is the way we need to go."

Even though I didn't want to, I could see her point. I was already on the inside; staying there would be the most advantageous position of all.

"Fine, but how will I get in touch with you?"

Clara handed me a small piece of paper with a phone number on it. "Try to memorize that number, then get rid of this paper. We can't afford Vlad finding it. I know you won't be able to get in touch with me very often, but when you get time, do it. When it's time to take him down, I find out where you are and come to you. We'll make a plan and take him down together."

I smiled and nodded. I was beginning to like this. Even if I had to put up with Vlad for another few years, it would be worth it if I could rid myself of him forever.

"One more thing," Clara began. She leaned on the table. "What's your name, kid?"

The question was such a topic-change it took me by surprise. "Why is that so important?"

"Because it shows me that you trust me enough with your identity, and it means I can trust you with this job as well."

I sat back in my chair and placed my fork down on my now-empty plate. "My name's Danny."

Clara's eyes tightened, and she looked away for a second. "Thank-you for trusting me."

I smiled and stood up, knowing I couldn't linger too long if I didn't want to get caught. "And thanks for believing in me."

A/N: Picturing this scene helped me write out the last chapter of APS. This scene made it easier for me to have Danny and Patty explain everything to Jazz.

Anyone noticed the connection between this scene and Chapter 13: Home from APS? This extra scene explains why lasagna is Danny's favorite food. In Ch 13, Danny easily lies to keep his cover up.

Excerpt

"Jazz said it was your favorite food." She looked at Danny and smiled.

"Lasagna?" He smiled, seeming to think about something. "You know, I've only had it one time in my whole life."

I frowned. "And it's your favorite food?" Everyone was starting to pile food onto plates.

"What can I say?" Danny shrugged. "It was a special occasion and it was good."

"What kind of special occasion?" I asked while I was dipping lasagna out of the pan. I still wanted to know every possible detail about my lost little brother.

"It was a few years ago, and Vlad had this business deal going on. He took me to it to show off." Danny sat down across the table from me, and he looked up as he finished his story. Patty was sitting in her place next to me. "We went to this fancy restaurant and there was a bunch of meals to choose from, but I'd never heard of them before. So the lady who was hosting the thing told me to try the lasagna."

"And you liked it, I'm guessing?" Patty asked.

Danny smiled. "Yeah, a lot."

"Well, mine's homemade, so I hope it lives up to that restaurant garbage you had," Patty commented. After that, the only noise coming out of the room was the sound of forks against plates.

End Excerpt

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