Snow Colored Lens

Pairing: Phantom x Fenton

Warnings: Homosexual relationships. Main DP characters of the story are in their senior year of high school and are 18 years of age. Violence. Foul language. Phantom and Danny Fenton are two separate people.

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is a product of Nickelodeon. All characters in this story are imaginary.

Summary: For Danny Fenton, life in Amity Park was fairly average. He had two great friends, he had his own personal bully, and he was a photographer taking pictures for a local newspaper. Everything was normal. Then the ghosts showed up, and everything changed.

Originally Written: September 2013-January 2014

Chapter 01

A noise came from below, and Danny paused with his spoon raised halfway to his mouth as his blue eyes drifted toward the door leading down into the basement. It was the same thing every day. He sat down to breakfast and listened to the sounds of his parents working in the basement. A big sign bordered with black and white slanted stripes and the words KEEP OUT written in giant bold lettering in the center was nailed to door that had a lock on the other side to keep him from entering while they were down there.

Danny sighed as he turned back to his breakfast, shoveling the spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth. He hadn't the foggiest of ideas what his parents worked on all day in the basement. Jazz theorized on it for hours to him once, nearly putting him to sleep as she droned on and on, but they had no hard proof to support any of her ideas. All they knew was that their parents worked for the government, and what they were hired to do was so top secret that they weren't even allowed to tell their children. He could see his father desperately wanting to tell them about it. His eyes lit up with excitement, his mouth stretching into a grin that nearly split his face, before his expression fell with the realization that he couldn't talk about it. Those moments always killed Danny because he knew how much his father loved to blather on about virtually everything.

When he finished his breakfast, Danny carried his bowl over to the sink and gave it a quick washing. Then he grabbed his book bag from where he left it on the floor next to his chair at the table. Walking over the basement door, he knocked on it, not sure why he bothered since his parents probably couldn't hear him over the noise they were making.

"I'm off to school," Danny called down to them. "I'll see you at dinner." He didn't wait for a reply, instead walking out of the kitchen and down the hall to the front door. Some people might think that his parents were neglectful as they dedicated themselves to their work, but Danny knew they cared a great deal about him and his sister. Maybe they didn't spend hours with each other discussing every detail of their day, but they always sat down to dinner together and talked about various things. It was more like he talked about various things, since his parents usually remained in the basement all day and they couldn't talk about what they did there. But he knew if he ever really needed them for something, they would pull themselves away from their work to be there for him.

It was late March, and the weather was still chilly out as he stepped outside and locked the front door behind him. Right on time, he heard the honk of his friend's car. Danny jogged down the walk way, and with a grin, he hopped into the back seat. Sam sat in the driver's seat with Tucker sitting next to her. They were best friends ever since second grade after an incident that involved Tucker and Sam's lunch and vomit. They never told Sam about what really happened that day, and she still believed that Ricky Marsh was the one to vomited in her lunch.

"Did you take notes for me?" Danny asked as he leaned on the front seats.

"Yeah, yeah." Tucker reached into his book bag and pulled out a wrinkled sheet of paper with his notes from their math class scribbled all over it. He still wore his usual red beret that he had worn ever since they entered high school. He was a whiz with technology, and over the years, Danny saw him go through a variety of different versions of many different devices. In freshman year, his PDA was practically his baby. Now Tucker's love was with his touch screen cell phone with dozens of applications downloaded onto it. Danny was almost a little jealous since his phone was basically only good for calling people. Tucker's phone could play music and access the internet. There was even a mobile version of their old favorite game Doomed on it.

Danny gave it a glance over and hoped he would be able to understand it enough to finish his homework. "What was our assignment?"

"Page four fifty-seven, problems one through twenty-five." Tucker twisted around in his seat to face Danny as he stroke a hand over his chin. "Notice anything?"

Danny leaned in really close as he squinted his eyes. "Is that mole?" He scratched a finger over Tucker's jaw. "Oh, sorry. That was just a bit of chocolate." Tucker pouted, and beside him, Sam tried to hold back her snickering, to little success. "Dude, seriously, there's no visible hair there."

"That's what I told him, but he didn't listen to me." Sam reached over and slapped Tucker on the shoulder, ignoring his shout of pain. "Nice try growing the beard, baby cheeks." She still sported the Goth look that she was pretty much famous for, dressing in a pair of dark but not quite black jeans and a long sleeved black shirt. The black choker she wore had a small silver skull on it that got her many disapproving looks from their teachers, who apparently believed it meant she worshipped the devil or some such nonsense. Sam might read some pretty dark books, but Danny was fairly certain there was no devil worshipping involved. Their teachers, however, didn't appreciate it when Sam turned up on Halloween wearing vampire fangs.

"You two suck," Tucker grumbled, turning back around in his seat as he folded his arms, which gained him laughs from his friends.

Danny shook his head as he pulled out his math textbook and flipped it open to the assigned page. After folding up the sheet of notes, he scribbled down the problems that he needed to do once they reached school then closed the book to shove it back in his bag. His math class wasn't until the afternoon, which gave him his lunch period to rush through the homework.

"Man, I still can't believe Lancer lets you get away with skipping out of class," Tucker said.

"We talked it over at the beginning of sophomore year." Danny rolled his eyes. "I told him I wanted to take up photography, hopefully to get a job at a newspaper, and he said if I can still keep up with all my classes, he'd give me a pass to excuse my absences from class."

"So not fair. I call favoritism." Tucker was only joking, though Danny suspected there were plenty of other students in their class that thought it wasn't fair that he had a free pass out of class. A certain jock came to mind when he thought about it. "Do you think Lancer would give me a pass too if I said I wanted to do the same?" Tucker turned around again to face Danny, and he had a serious look in his green eyes.

"You'd probably ruin things for Danny if you did," Sam said as she tilted her head, ebony hair brushing over her shoulder. "Lancer might think that it was all an act so that Danny could skip out of class whenever he wanted if you're doing it too."

"Yeah, I'm lucky that Lancer is a big believer of supporting students to pursue their dreams," Danny said, reaching around the passenger seat's headrest to give Tucker a small punch on the shoulder. "If it was up to only Principal Ishiyama, I'd probably never get to leave in the middle of school to take shots for the newspaper." He got lucky when he stumbled onto the scene of a car accident and took some shots that the newspaper actually decided to use and pay him for them. After a meeting with the editor-in-chief, Mr. Carmichael agreed to sign him on as a free lance photographer for The Amity Park Herald, but Danny only got paid for the pictures they actually used. Mr. Carmichael had Danny's cell phone number so that he could contact him at any time when a news story broke and they needed a photographer to grab some shots.

When they arrived at school, Sam found a spot in the parking lot close to the entrance of the school. They all grabbed their things and headed into the building together. Their lockers were all next to each other, but unfortunately, to get to their lockers, they usually had to pass by the dreaded A list section of the lockers. He tried to avoid being seen as much as possible, but Dash had some sort of Fenton radar that allowed him to lock in on Danny's location even when he was ducking behind his friends. Sometimes being tall and lanky really didn't work for him.

"Hey, Fentall!"

Danny groaned internally when he heard that all too familiar voice. He paused and turned around to see Dash standing with one foot up against the locker. "You can't possibly have a reason to want to beat me up already," he said, trying to sound brave, though he could hear a slight crack in his voice. His gaze drifted from the beefy blond jock to the woman standing beside him.

Paulina was probably the prettiest woman with long, glossy ebony hair and emerald eyes in the whole school. Danny had a crush on her back in freshman year, but after an incident in which she went out of her way to embarrass Sam before the whole school, his feelings toward her had basically fallen into the negative. Currently, she was too busy filing her nails, sharpening her claws Sam would probably say, to pay any attention to what her boyfriend was doing.

"Since when do I need a reason to pound on a dweeb?" Dash laughed as he pushed away from the lockers. "But since you bring it up," he said, cracking his knuckles as he stepped up to Danny.

"Why don't you just leave him alone?" Tucker asked, though he stayed back. Danny couldn't blame him since his own legs felt like they were slowly melting into the goo with Dash standing right before him.

"Don't you have better things to do?" Sam demanded, placing his hands on her hips as she narrowed her violet eyes at him. "Like, I don't know, scratching you butt with the other gorillas?"

Dash's hand latched out faster than Danny could react, seizing hold of the green hooded sweatshirt that he wore and twisting his grasp on it as he dragged Danny closer to him. "You let your girlfriend talk to me like that?" He held his face inches away from Danny, who could smell the sausage on his breath from breakfast.

"Firstly, Sam is my friend who is a girl. Not my girlfriend. Second, ever hear of breath mints?" Danny wheezed, waving a hand before his nose as sweat trickled down the back of his neck.

"What was that, Fenturd?" Dash yanked Danny another step closer with a growl in his voice.

Danny swallowed thickly, wondering why he even opened his mouth sometimes. Talking always landed him into more trouble when it came to Dash. "Isn't this a little crazy?" Or maybe Danny, himself, was crazy for trying to talk to Dash in some civilized manner. "I mean, what did I ever do to you that made you want to kick my ass every week?"

"At least my parents don't completely ignore my existence." Dash smirked as if the comment gained him some sort of victory.

"Where is that even coming from?" Confusion replaced his fear of the jock. Danny's brow creased as he tried follow the strange jock logic, but he failed to make the connection. The comment had little impact since Danny knew his parents weren't ignoring his existence. If he thought that would make Danny break down and cry, Dash was losing his touch.

"Dash! Check it out!" said another jock, dashing over to them and holding up his hand that contained what looked like two tickets.

"No way, man!" Dash immediately dropped his hold on Danny to walk over to his friend. "You got the tickets to the Dumpty Humpty concert?"

"Did you think I would leaving you hanging?" He grinned widely as his friend took his ticket and examined it like he couldn't believe it was real. Kwan was probably the nicest of all the jocks, and Danny sometimes didn't understand why Kwan would ever hang out with someone like Dash when he didn't seem to like the whole bullying side of being a jock. But the pair had been best friends for as long Danny knew them.

"Only two tickets?" Paulina questioned as she joined, lifting a delicate eyebrow with a frown of disapproval. "What about me?"

"Oh," Kwan mumbled, his excitement fading quickly away. "My father would only buy two tickets."

"So I don't get to go?" Paulina folded her arms, anger flashing in her eyes.

"I tried to get my dad to buy another ticket." Kwan rubbed at the back of his neck with his aqua green eyes cast to the floor. "But he said they were too expensive to buy three of them."

"Maybe you can ask your dad to buy a ticket," Dash suggested as he tucked his own ticket into pocket. "You can usually get your dad to buy you anything."

Danny turned away from the A list members, grabbing hold of his friends' arms as he hurried toward their lockers while Dash was distracted. That was probably the best thing about Kwan's relationship with Dash. Danny lost count of how many times Kwan swooped in to save him from a potential beating.

"See you guys later," Danny said, waving to his friends after they finished getting their things from their lockers. They all had different first period classes, but Danny shared several of his other classes with them. He walked through the crowded halls, sticking to the walls until he reached his first class and collapsed into his seat.