Oh my goodness, it's the last chapter. I just want to say, I've had so much fun writing this fic. I'm so glad that my first attempt at fanfiction went over so well. Thank you guys for reading my story, and I hope you all really enjoyed it! Thanks to everyone who favourited and followed, and a big thanks to all my reviewers, especially those who constantly reviewed! You made this all so enjoyable.

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Danny was getting rather annoyed with how much time he had spent unconscious over the past few days. It was more a nuisance than anything, but it was also such a welcome feeling. It allowed him to forget. Here, locked away in his mind, he couldn't feel pain. He didn't need to think about Hayden being dead, didn't need to think about failing anyone. It was just him, and silence. After a while, though, the voices came. He wasn't going crazy or anything, at least not yet. He just wasn't as unaware of things as he would like to be.

At first, they started out as quiet, warbled sentences. Hardly distinguishable from each other, and certainly not clear enough to identify who spoke them. After a while, though, they became a little clearer. He still couldn't hear quite what they were saying, but at least now he knew who was saying them. Dora was there a lot, and so was Sam. He heard Tucker a few times, and Danielle at one point too. He only actually heard his parents once, but felt that they were still close by. The Ghostketeers came to, a couple at a time. It felt like he had been unconscious for a really long time, but knew that really, he hadn't been.

It was with a heavy sigh that he fought back against the encroaching darkness until he finally opened his eyes. At first all he saw was white, but once his eyes adjusted to the bright light, Danny realized that he was in a hospital, if the steady beeping at his side was any clue. This, at least, explained why he only heard Tucker a few times. Sam was sitting on the end of his bed, reading a book of all things. He watched her for a few minutes, head down, a curtain of black hair falling over her face. Her fingers gently tracing the page as she moved to turn it. He a little disappointed when she suddenly looked up, probably to check on him, and saw that he was awake.

"Danny!" Sam tossed down her book, slid from her seat, and wrapped her arms lightly around his shoulders.

"Told you I'd win," Danny grinned. When Sam pulled back, he noticed his parents, and Jazz sleeping in the chair beside the bed. They looked worn, and ragged, but otherwise unharmed.

"I won't wake them," Sam said, understanding what Danny was thinking. He nodded, then realized that it didn't hurt. Not really, at least. There was still a dull ache in his chest. He glanced at his arm, where the needle was pressed into his bag, then followed the tube to the bag handing beside his bed.

So that's why it didn't hurt, he was pumped full of pain killers.

Danny took the time to take inventory of his injuries. His head was wrapped up, and both of his arms were covered in bandages. The wound on his side was dressed, and based on the feeling when he shifted, stitched up. His right leg was also bandaged up. He couldn't remember getting all these wounds, and assumed it happened during his fight with Kraeva. With nothing else to do, he looked to Sam for an explanation.

"Dora has been treating you. Your arms were scratches, burns on your leg, and she assumes that the injury on your head is from hitting a wall too hard?"

Danny though back to his fight, and the number of times Kraeva had thrown him against the castle walls. As well as how many times it was hard enough for him to break through said walls. "That makes sense. How long have I been out?"

"Only a few hours, I think it's almost noon. Apparently the traffic cameras continued filming and broadcasting after the wraiths were defeated since Tucker forgot to shut it off. But I guess he did that right. Did you know he was streaming everything live online? A bunch of police and first responders arrived from a few of the surrounding towns not long after you passed out. Anyone who was injured seriously has been treated, and most others as well. The destruction was actually minimal, so anyone that's able to has started to help clear the debris."

"That's good," Danny nodded again. "What about the ghosts?"

"Princess Dorathea, Ember, and Skulker are still here. I'm not too sure about the others though," Sam said as she sat down again. "It's kind of cool, actually. They're just walking around, helping out, and people are hardly reacting."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, everyone was watching them help us fight, so I guess they all know that ghosts aren't actually all bad."

Danny fidgeted as his stitches started to itch and resisted the urge to rip off the dressing.

Sam noticed his discomfort and smiled a little. "How long do you think it'll take for you to heal?"

"I should be able to walk around by the end of the day. Depending on how deep my wounds were, I'll be relatively fine by tomorrow night, though I'll probably still need the bandages."

"Good, because somehow it was decided that there's going to be a part in the park tomorrow, it would suck if you missed it."

Danny grinned in agreement. He spent the rest of the day, bored out of his mind, resting in bed. When his parents and sister had awoken to see he was okay, he insisted they head home and get some proper sleep. Reluctantly, they agreed. Tucker visited once more to update Danny on what was going on, while Danny told him and Sam everything about the Ancients. He was relieved when Sam showed him that his eyes were indeed their normal icy blue, and the markings had mostly disappeared. There were still a few white lines, across his nose, on the underside of his jaw, and no doubt there would be more a couple places across his body.

Once he finished explaining, Tucker, who had been extremely nervous the whole time, left in a hurry. No doubt eager to get out of the 'modelling agency'. After that, Valerie was the one that brought updates. After her first couple of reports, she suddenly scolded Danny for telling Sam and Tucker his secret. Apparently the techno-geek had let slip that they now knew during their conversation. Valerie wasn't too mad, though, and Danny even managed to convince her to tell the other Ghostketeers. If they knew his secret, they should know hers as well. She would tell everyone at the next meeting.

It was at the end of the day, after Danny had insisted that Sam go home to sleep in an actual bed, and Dora had given his wounds a quick look over—they were healing much faster than normal, normal for Danny that is—that Valerie delivered her last, and most damaging, update.

Hayden hadn't been the only one to die. When Danny had been gone fighting Kraeva, Vlad had killed someone. It was while he was taking down the ghost shield. He tossed the cover of the generator down to the people that had been gathered in the auditorium, and the corner had hit someone on the head. They had been knocked out, and died while they, and everyone else, was asleep. She had spoken quickly, and left as soon as she was done.

That night, Danny didn't sleep. Without the battle or Sam to distract him, he was left alone with his thoughts. He sat in his bed all night, shoulder hunched forwards, staring down at his hands with wide eyes. He was shaking slightly and, despite the painkillers coursing through his blood, his chest still hurt. He was hardly aware of the red-headed nurse that entered his room at some point near sunrise and placed a small plastic cup on the tray attached to the bed. She swivelled it around so that he was no longer staring at his hands, but at the two round, white pills in the cup.

"To help with the pain," the nurse said. "I'll get you a second dose before you leave today."

Danny's movements were robotic as he gently grabbed the cup, brought it up to his lips, and then tipped the pills into his mouth, swallowing them without the water she had also brought. Dazed as he was, Danny didn't even think to consider the fact that Dora had been treating him, and no human doctor or nurse were supposed to know the extent of his injuries.

"Honey, are you sure you're well enough to leave?" Maddie asked nervously, watching her son emerge from the bathroom after changing into fresh clothes. He stretched, straining his stiches a little, and grinned.

"I feel great," Danny said happily, plastering a fake smile across his face. Although the lingering pain had disappeared after taking the pills earlier that morning, and again just a few minutes ago. The same nurse had brought Danny his new clothes just before his mother and Sam had arrived, giving him the additional pills at the same time.

He adjusted the collar of his shirt, still smiling at his mother. The clothes he had been given were those that he hadn't worn in over a year. A dark, short-sleeved button up with a muscle shirt underneath, and cargo shorts. Danny was so used to being completely covered that it felt strange for his muscular arms to be on full display. The shorter clothes also reveal the bandages coating his upper left arm, lower right, and almost the entirety of his leg. It was strange indeed, and his mom just couldn't seem to drag her eyes away from them, so fresh and white from being replaced by Dora less than an hour ago.

"Come on, let's go. I want to see Dani, and I will fly away without you." Danny cocked his eyebrow at Maddie while Sam snickered, knowing full well that he was telling the truth. Jack and Maddie had determined that, since Danielle had been in her human form while wearing the Spector Deflector, and since her human half was still more dominant than her ghost half, unlike Danny, the damaging effects of the belt had been limited and all she needed was rest. So she had been allowed to see Danny briefly after she first woke up, then had been taken to Fenton Works and confined to bed rest.

Danny had been so relieved when he heard that she was alright but decided that, even if he had known that at the time, he still would have done that to Vlad. The older halfa had been more trouble than he was worth, but things would be much easier now.

Maddie looked skeptically at her son for a few more seconds, then sighed and agreed. Sam wrapped her hand in Danny's and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before the started walking down the halls. At this point in time, anyone that hadn't before, now knew the Danny had been the one coordinating the fight when it first started. Although if it weren't for the word of the Ghostketeers, many of them probably wouldn't have believed it. A few still didn't. But those people weren't in the hospital that day, so as Danny walked down the hall, clapping erupted in his wake, and he received a few sharp pats on the back. Not used to such recognition, Danny actually blushed and dipped his head. While most of the people here hadn't actually seen Danny fight, or at least hadn't known they were seeing him fight, they could tell that from his wounds, he had fought, and fought hard.

The news that Danny Phantom had ultimately been their saviour in the end had also spread throughout the town, even though it really was no surprise. At some point during all this rapid storytelling, someone had started the rumour that Danny Phantom was going to be making an appearance at the park tonight, where the part was being held. Apparently a few teenagers had extended invitations to Ember, and it apparently extended to all ghosts that had helped defend Amity.

"So, are the Phantoms going to make an appearance at the party?" Sam asked. She and Danny were sitting back to back on his bed while Danielle claimed her father's lap. Tucker was sitting at Danny's computer, checking comments people had posted on his previously live feed. He had remembered to actually end the feed once everyone had been assured that Danny would live, but had linked up his PDA with the town cameras before doing so. The Battle for Amity Park, as a lot of people were calling it, had gone viral, and Tucker had gotten a great idea. He had just finished creating his website, uploading the videos onto it, and had decided that he would stream the ghost fights of Amity live for the world to see. It would help to further spread the awareness of ghosts, and it was a great cash cow. A few companies were already requesting to use Tucker's limited ad space.

"Phantoms?" Danny asked, emphasizing the plural.

"People may not know Dani's name, but she does kind of look exactly like you," Valerie, who was in the corner of the room cleaning her board, pointed out. She had revealed her identity to the Ghostketeers around noon, when Danny had returned from the hospital.

"Hey, if anyone sees Danielle as she is now, do you think they'll make the connection? Fenton and Phantom both having a little girl that looks exactly like them, and both pairs looking exactly like their ghostly counter parts?" Morgan speculated. Really, it made a lot of sense.

"This town is full of stupid jocks, do you really think they're smart enough to figure it out? Tucker and Sam didn't, and they're his best friends," Erin countered. The two girls were sitting together, Morgan quietly lecturing Erin on weapon use. There weren't actually any A-listers present to argue Erin's point, and Jason merely shrugged. There was no use denying when he had a solid D average. Nathan, meanwhile, didn't really have anything to add to the conversation.

No one was really sure how it happened, but minus Jazz and the A-listers, the teenage Ghostketeers had just ended up at Fenton Works and congregated in Danny's room. They weren't really sure how to explain, but after everything that happened, how could they not be friends? Fighting a venerable army of ghosts together can do that. They weren't sure how the A-listers fit into this equation. Sure, they had grown closer too, but there would always be that little bit of separation between the popular and unpopular. Although, it was up to debate whether the Ghostketeers would now be considered popular, after everything they had done. A few eager teens had approached Danny and the others asking if they could join the ghost hunting group. Some freshmen as well, and among them was a particular kid Danny recognized from the assembly where his parents had first announced the re-creation of the group. It was the boy that had asked if anyone had ever been hurt during an attack before. Something inside Danny broke at that fact, because no longer could the answer to that question be "no", even if Kraeva's invasion hadn't been a normal attack. During the Pariah incident Danny had managed to keep everyone safe. Well, minus Valerie, but the situation had been a little different then. Although that had been the first time that he-

"Danny?"

"Hm, yeah?" Danny looked up, not realizing that he had been zoning out.

"Will the Phantoms be showing?" Sam asked again.

"Danielle as Phantom? No. Like Morgan said, I don't want anyone making that connection. But Danny Phantom might make a surprise appearance," Danny grinned slyly.

"And how are you going to do that? People are going to notice if the general isn't there," Tucker smirked.

"I told you to stop calling me that," Danny mumbled.

"It is what Pandora calls you," Danielle piped up.

"Yeah, but… Pandora's an ancient Greek ghost, she does stuff like that."

"But you didn't say you weren't a general," Sam added.

"Aren't you supposed to be on my side?" Danny cried, tilting his head back to look at his girlfriend.

She scrunched up her nose as she thought. "Only sometimes."

The others burst out laughing at Sam's comment while Danny scowled playfully. He'd just have to prank them all later to make up for this.

"But seriously, dude, how are you going to do that?" Tucker asked again.

"Ghost powers, remember?" Danny transformed into Phantom, causing Sam to yelp as the cold white rings phased through her body in the process. With a light pop, a second Danny was sitting on the bed, and this Danny changed into human form. "The general here can hang around idly for a bit, and as long as I don't do anything too distracting, we can both be there. Although Phantom would be there long."

Danny turned human, but kept his duplicate, grinning at the Ghostketeers.

"That's so weird," Jason whispered, eyes flicking between the two identical Danny's.

"And cool," Morgan added.

"I don't really think it's weird, do you?" Danny turned to his duplicate.

"No, not at all," Duplicate Danny shook his head.

"I think it's perfectly normal."

"Perfectly normal."

"Nothing strange about it."

"Nope."

"Uh, Dannys?"

"Yep?" Both Dannys answered at the same time, heads swivelling to Valerie, flawlessly synchronized.

"Dude, it's a little creepy," Tucker snickered as the Dannys cocked their heads, the corners of their mouths twitching. They suddenly stood, flinging their arms around each other's shoulders, and reaching out to Tucker.

"Come play with us, Tucker," the Dannys said in unison.

"Seriously creepy."

"Forever and ever," the Dannys continued while Danielle erupted into a fit of giggles. The others were suppressing their own laughs.

"Okay, man, you can stop," Tucker raised his hands in a gesture of good will, but instead of backing down, Danny and his clone stepped forwards.

"Foreveeeeer." Tucker practically screamed and fell off of his chair, scrambling back while the two Dannys jumped on him. Jack heard the commotion from downstairs and barged into Danny's room, thinking something was going wrong. He wasn't sure what to make of what he saw. There were two of his son, and they were holding Tucker upside down by his feet while the techno-geek attempted to grab the PDA that was being held just out of his reach.

"Sharon, no!" Tucker shouted, lurching upwards. Duplicate Danny simply held the device higher.

"What's going on, Danny-boy?" Jack asked, still supremely confused.

"We're playing," the Dannys answered at the same time. Finally, Sam could no longer hold in her left, and she fell back onto the bed. Her lack of restraint triggered the others, and soon the room was filled with mirth.

"Danny, put him down!" Jazz called as she passed down the hall behind Jack. She hadn't even looked in the room. The real Danny immediately let go of Tucker's leg, while the duplicate passed over the PDA, and firmly wrapped his arms around both of Tucker's feet.

"I'm getting… a little dizzy, dude," Tucker groaned, pressing his palms against the floor to try and hold himself up.

"Both of you," Jazz added, her head popping out from under Jack's raised arms. The Dannys looked at each other and sighed before Duplicate Danny complied, dramatically pulled his arms away and letting Tucker topple. Luckily, since the techno-geek had been attempting to hold himself up, he didn't immediately drop, and Danny was kind enough to give him a gentle shove so that he wouldn't fall on his face. Tucker had mind enough to curl up so he rolled into a sitting position instead of just falling flat on his back.

"You, gone," Jazz pointed in the general direction of the Dannys, almost forgetting about her brother's old habit for pranks. The real Danny went invisible while Duplicate Danny stayed where he was.

"Danny," Jazz sighed, exasperated, looking about the room for any hint of where. "You know what, just… never mind."

A snicker emanated from somewhere about their heads as Jazz walked away. Jack simply shrugged and followed. When they were gone, Danny reappeared on his bed beside Sam while the duplicate disappeared.

"So, party time?" Jason asked as he looked out Danny's bedroom window. The sun was low enough in the sky that it had the opposite horizon had started to darken. There was a staggered chorus of agreement as everyone rose to their feet. The party was well underway by the time that they arrived, and had no doubt that it had actually started a few hours ago. At this point, it was mostly just high schoolers and adults—ghosts not included. Any younger children had already gone home, though there were a few slightly older ones that had been granted reprieve from their usual curfews by their parents.

As Tucker had mentioned, everyone had noticed that the 'general' was absent. But it wasn't just Danny that they were cheering for. It was everyone. At the hospital, Danny had been a little flustered at the attention he got, but here he was downright embarrassed, and he wasn't the only one. Surprisingly, Erin of all people was blushing furiously, and stepped a little closer to Morgan as they entered the crowd.

None of them were really sure what to do, and after a few awkward moments of lingering together, they spread out. Jason went to find his jock friends, Nathan his own fellow nerds. Erin, who everyone knew was only putting on an air of enjoyment, ended up in the solemn presence of Hayden's family. Morgan chose to maintain her loner status and wandered randomly through the party, occasionally talking to people, but mostly scaring them off. It was no surprise that Tucker, Sam, and Danny stayed together while Danielle went off to explore.

When the sun fell, the ghosts came. As Danny's ghost sense went off, hidden behind his hand, he remembered something.

"Hold on, I'll be right back," he said, extracting his hand from Sam's. He moved lithely through the crowds, following his ghost sense to a particular friend.

"Hej, Wulf!" Danny shouted as he saw his black-furred friend.

"Mi amiko!" Wulf grinned when he saw Danny in return and bounded forwards.

"Bonas vidi ke vi estas bone. Mi havas demandon." It's good to see you're alright. I have a questions. Danny ruffled his hair, not noticing the strange looks that were being directed towards him and Wulf.

"Kion vi bezonas scii?" What do you need to know?

"Temas pri teleporting kaj portaloj. Mi forgesis demandi Clockwork, kaj vi estas vere la sola alia fantomo Mi scias kun multa sperto tiel. Ĉu vi povas helpi?" It's about teleporting, and portals. I forgot to ask Clockwork, and you're really the only other ghost I know with a lot of experience like that. Could you help? Danny chuckled nervously, really hoping that Wulf would be able to help him in this. He realized that he could go to Clockwork, but felt a little ridiculous for forgetting this when they were having their conversation. He also didn't know if Clockwork would actually answer his question.

"Mi povas provi." I can try.

"Antaŭe, kiam mi iris, por batali Kraeva, mi estis en la lernejo. Sed mi ne teleport, ne ŝatis kiel mi normale povas. Sed mi ne uzis portalo ĉu." Before, when I went to fight Kraeva, I was in the school. But I didn't teleport, not like how I normally can. But I didn't use a portal either. Danny's mind was a little fuzzy on the details, but he was pretty sure that he got right.

"Povas priskribi kio okazis?" Can you describe what happened?

"Mi ne scias. Mi estis tie, kaj mi estis freneza, mi ne estis. Sam diris ion pri vasta lumo." I don't know. I was just there, and I was mad, then I wasn't. Sam said something about a spreading light.

"Kion via teleportations kutime ŝatas?" What are your teleportations normally like?

"Nur brila ekbrilon. Sed Sam diris ne estis fulmrapide. Estis kiel malrapide turnante supren lumo ĝis vi estus blindaj, tiam fermante ĝin, kaj mi ne povas teletransporti al la Fantoma Zono." Just a bright flash. But Sam said it wasn't a flash. It was like slowly turning up a light until you were blind, then shutting it off, and I can't teleport to the Ghost Zone.

"Ĝi bezonus portalo, kiel mia. La Antikvuloj benas vin, estas ilia influo. Kiam ili estis inter fantomoj, ĝi diris ke ili estis ĉiea. Ili havis la kapablon iri ie ajn." It would need a portal, like mine. The Ancients have blessed you, it's their influence. When they were among ghosts, it's said that they were ubiquitous. They had the ability to go anywhere.

"Do mi povis teletransporti al la Fantoma Zono sen portalo pro ilia potenco?" So I could teleport to the Ghost Zone without a portal, because of their power?

"Mi kredas ke jes." I think so.

"Ho, malvarmeta. Mi scivolas se mi povis fari ĝin denove…" Oh, cool. I wonder if I could do it again… Danny glanced down, deep in thought, before someone behind him caught his attention.

"What just happened?"

Danny turned and saw Dash, with a few other A-listers, standing behind him. Looking around, he finally noticed that the noise around them had died down, and most people were staring at the halfa and the ghost.

"A conversation," Danny said with a smirk, realizing that no could probably understand what they were saying.

"Since when do you speak Esperanto?" Tucker asked.

"Some time last year? Oh, yeah, you know some too, don't you, Tuck?"

"A little," Tucker nodded.

"What were they saying?" Dash looked to Tucker, hating that he had to ask a loser for information.

"I have… no idea. You said ghost a couple of times?" Tucker shook his head and shrugged. "Dude, you gotta teach me."

"Ha, maybe later," Danny returned the shrug, mumbled a few words to Wulf, then disappeared in the crowd. He spent most of the rest of the party lingering among the ghosts, occasionally returning to Sam or Tucker's side. He hadn't seen Danielle in a while, but wasn't worried. It was an unspoken fact between them that Danielle could explore as much as she wanted, would not be pressured to stay in Amity, just as long as she checked in with Danny once a month. For all he knew, she had already left town. Maybe to the Ghost Zone, maybe to Asia.

When it was nearing the end of the party, everyone realized that Danny had disappeared. They assumed that he had simply gone home to rest because of his injuries. Not even the Ghostketeers, who knew Danny's secreted, suspected that he could be sitting amongst the higher branches of a nearby tree, invisibly watching the party from above. He wore a grim expression, and the same images just kept looping through his head.

Hayden, hanging off the end of a sword. The citizen that Vlad had killed, head bloodied and breathing absent. Operative N, white suit stained red. Kraeva, hands limp around the staff of Danny's scythe. And finally Vlad, his body mangled after receiving the full force of Danny's rage, assisting by the power of the Ancients. Now, Danny could remember everything clearly. He had killed three of those people himself, had wanted to kill them. No matter how just his cause, the old Danny would never have done that. The other two, he had failed to protect. Another thing the old Danny wouldn't have done.

Whatever those pills had been that the nurse gave him, their effects were waning, and the pain in his chest was returning, nearly ten-fold. He gasped, clinging at his shirt. He wanted it to go away, wanted the paint to end. But it wouldn't. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force it to the back of his mind, but it just wouldn't work. Nothing would work.

No. One thing would work. Slowly, Danny opened his eyes and looked at the ghosts gathered among the humans. He spotted Ember there, playing one of her few non-injury inducing songs for a few of her fans.

"I'm sorry, Pyre," Danny whispered, and flew up out of the tree and back towards Fenton Works. His mind was hazy and he couldn't think straight. He phased through his bedroom wall, stumbling when he landed, and dropped to his knees. He just barely registered the tears streaming down his face, or the sharp crack in his voice as he practically screamed to the empty house.

"Go away, just go away!" He thrust his arm under his bed and pulled out a seemingly innocent pack of cards. Danny ripped it open, tearing off the front of the box, and dumped the cards onto his floor. He sifted through the cards frantically until something glinting silver caught his eyes. Danny sighed in relief, his trembling fingers closing around the object that would provide with reprieve, and control. With the object in hand, he stumbled out of his room and into the bathroom, where he shut and locked the door despite being home alone.

Holding the razor blade with a surprisingly gentle grasp, he pressed it against the underside of his exposed upper arm, where numerous small scares were lined up in neat little rows. Danny dragged it across his skin, watching the blood bubble up from the fresh cut. He looked at himself in the mirror, and saw that his eyes had changed.

He was nothing like the old Danny.

In fact, he was hardly like Danny at all.

What he saw, was the beast with bloody red eyes.

To be continued…

I won't starting posting the sequel yet, but in the mean time, check out the other DP story I'll be writing, the challenge fic Lamian Guard. I tried to write it at the same time as this one, but decided that two stories at once isn't me forte. To anyone who looked at it before, I will be continuing it from here on out.

'See' you in the sequel!