A/N: Okay, so... This one has been done thousands of times. But I don't care.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or anything else you might recognize!

"Who I am... is bound by what I am. I am an empire. And that empire must stand at any cost." -Gladiator

Prologue:

"You love her, don't you?"

Those words echoed through the cavity of his head, making him shiver. Dust everywhere, making it harder to see as people slowly came out of their homes.

"If you so much as lay a hand on either one of my girls, so help me-"

"Your girls? Since when were they yours, Daniel?"

The Fenton Thermos lay at his feet, a faint voice screaming, but he ignored it. His neon green eyes stared off into the distance, as if the answers to his questions would somehow appear on the horizon if he glared at it long enough. If he tried harder. If he did better.

"What's your freedom really worth?"

The teenager growled, standing protectively in front of the smaller halfa, who lay motionless on the ground, all because of him. "I will move sea and sky to ensure their safety!"

"Look at you, you idiot. You can barely stand! What makes you think you can beat me?" The man scoffed, shooting him down. "You're just like your father." He fell to the ground, two rings leaving him in his human form, exhausted. The other ghost charged up an ecto blast.

A hand rested on his shoulder. She was gone, just like the last time. Except this time she didn't say goodbye. She just left, scurrying away from him like he was toxic. Like her life depended on it. He remained motionless, until the owner of the hand pulled him into a tight embrace. For the first time since he was fifteen, he cried, warm, salty tears ran down his bruised face, and onto his shoulders.

"Give up, Daniel! You know you're going to lose!"

Danny growled, and suddenly, two rings formed around his waist, and he was airborne again. His aura glowed brighter until it was almost blinding, and the enemy was blown back into the wall.

"Never underestimate what a person can do to protect the ones they care about!" The teenager said, looking at Tucker, Sam, and finally to Danielle, who lay behind her unconcious. "Especially their family!"

"Now leave my town ALONE!"

He groaned, but before he could get up, he was blown back again by sonic waves of energy, and Danny fell to his knees, the rush of pure adrenaline keeping him in his human form. The only thing left from the building was a manilla folder that read: Experiment 27- Clone 4

He picked up the folder that rested at his feet, and uncapped his thermos. A wave of blue light came out, and sucked the male figure back in.

"Say Goodnight." Danny growled.

There was a feeling of desperation in the air as they called out her name, searched every nook and cranny of the small town, and the surrounding area, with no luck. They searched far and wide for his "cousin" that meant so much to him, but each time left them empty handed.

Each search left him feeling more hopeless than each one before that, and every night he would cry tears of desperation. Was she gone forever?

"What would everyone say if you just gave up?" The tech geek asked, pulling him to his feet. "What would they think of their hero if he just gave up?"

"Why should I care, Tucker? We've been searching since Monday! It's Friday!" The halfa shouted at him, his eyes flashing a dangerous color, and his raven hair whipped in the freezing December wind. "She's only two, why do you think she wasn't twelve? She's not gonna reverse her age again, but she only has the mentality of a toddler, Tucker! She can't survive on her own!"

"So? You're Danny Phantom! What happened to moving mountains to protect the ones you love? What happened to turning cities upside down to find our parents? What happened to you? Why are you just giving up like it's nothing?" Aquamarine eyes filled with tears as he looked into the tired eyes of his best friend. "Sam and I are worried about you, dude."

"What if she's gone forever, Tucker?"

"We'll find her. I promise."

They searched every inch of the internet for reports of her, asked all their allies in the Ghost Zone, and still came up empty handed.

Finally, they decided to take it from a different angle, and slowed it down. They looked deeper into the case than before, and took small breaks. But Danny only ever stopped when he walked into the tattoo shop, his appointment already made, and walked out with lettering on his chest.

"You've been staring at that picture for a while." A voice startled him. The goth walked into his bedroom, and sat on the edge of his bed.

"I wish I had gotten her sooner." He told her, setting the picture of him and Danielle down on the bedside table. "I just hope she's okay."

"Let's just take it a day at a time." She said, and he nodded, rolling back over in bed.

He had won the battle. But it was just one battle in a series of many that had taken place and will take place again in this never ending war.

Every time he read the file, he cried, because she wasn't just a clone. She wasn't his cousin. She wasn't his sister either. He wanted her to come home.

Entry #1: The replication of the DNA wasn't replication. I figured if I could mate an egg cell with a sperm cell, I could use advanced aging and chose the clone's features. However, I made a mistake. The clone came out as a female, and is destabilizing when she uses her powers.

Entry #2: The clone is shown to have a mind of her own, and keeps rebelling against my wishes. Her form is unstable.

Entry #3: The clone has been recaptured and brought in for destabilization.

Entry #4: The clone has been stabilized by a substance known as "Ecto-Dejecto." The clone is able to use her powers as she pleases, however the advanced aging is wearing off. Within the next few year she will begin to age backwards until her mental age and physical age is in the same spot.

Creator: Vladimir Jason Masters

Sperm Cell: Daniel James Fenton

Egg Cell: Samantha Manson

Entry #5: Clone has been recaptured and brought in for testing. It has been two years and the clone has aged back all the way to a toddler around three years of age. The clone is stable, but upon closer inspection, I have realized that if Samantha's egg cell was completely human, then the clone should only be 25% ghost.

Entry #6: I have captured Samantha, and after close inspection, realized that-

The writing was cut off and smudged so he couldn't read it, but he knew that he had to find her before it was too late. He had to find her before someone else did.

And he would stop at nothing to get to her.

-ourinvisibleink