Author's Note: Finally, the story comes to a close. This has been a fun experience and Danny's had to go through a lot, but the battle isn't quite over yet. So without more of that French word I still can't spell, here is Righting the Right Wrongs.

Friday, January 28, 2005 4:00PM

The air in a remote town north east of Amity Park crackled with a triple sonic-boom, and suddenly a DeLorean appeared where there had been none before. Timmy, still in his Kaze gear, rode between Danny and Marty. He was the first to go, disappearing in a puff of smoke after clicking what appeared to be a standard ballpoint pen. Where it took him, Danny and Marty could only guess. Ignoring the dilemma, Marty turned the car southwest and headed to the town called Amity.

Amity Park

Vlad watched the whole plan go as he had expected, up until a certain point. The attack Danny had used was supposed to burn Gray's soul from her body. Instead, it had the odd effect of causing her to implode. Danny had reacted appropriately though, and Vlad had still been able to steal the technology he'd need. Now all he needed was to find a suitable body for his planned ten-year charade. Perhaps former Arkansas governor Clinton would do. He had been steamed ever since Lex Luthor had defeated him in the 1992 presidential election. Or perhaps he could go for some psychopath down in Arkham, like The Joker. Valerie was only a pawn. Still, her odd method of death was perplexing. He would have to watch young Daniel for that attack in the future. A wicked thought occurred to him as he began to fly away from the battle.

"By the way, Daniel," he said, smirking, "I did break down and get a cat. His name is Jack, if you're curious." Of course, that was a lie. He would never name a pet after the man who had ruined his life and stolen the woman who should have been his wife. Then again, If Jack hadn't forgotten to carry that 2...

Abandoned Building near the Docks at Lake Amity 6:32PM

Jack Fenton watched as the ghost boy strode back and forth, once again trying to explain why he was holding Jack hostage.

"For the last time, Dad...Dad... Dadio... I am not holding you hostage! I am keeping you here for your own protection!"

"Then why am I tied up?" Jack asked incredulously.

"Because you're far too hyperactive. I don't trust you not to get yourself killed."

"So what about her?" Jack motioned towards the young African American woman tied up across the room. She apparently was a ghost hunter herself, judging by the gear the Phantom Child had stolen from her and left not twenty-five feet away against the wall.

"She would get in the way. She'd die too," Danny sighed. He was getting dangerously close to just detransforming and telling his father who he was. "Calvin," Danny addressed the older man at the back of the room, who had been watching the whole scene with a degree of humor, "put a gag on D... him.. and let's go."

Marty complied with Danny's request.

After the Phantom and his assistant had been gone a few minutes, Jack inhaled deeply through his nose and blew out his mouth so hard the tape he'd been gagged with flew off. "So, Miss...?"

"Call me Val," said the young woman, who had freed her hands and torn off the gag shortly before Jack had.

"Any advice on how to get out of here?" Jack asked, struggling with the ropes.

"You're son can tie a not," she said.

"What does my son have to do anything?" Jack asked.

Valerie shook her head. So he didn't know, just as she'd thought. It had been pretty easy for her. Danny had come to her apartment after the homework project with the flour sack, and she'd scene his head right next to her photos of Danny Phantom. Of course, it wasn't until Tucker had accidentally blurted it out a few weeks before during the attack of the ghost armies controlled by Jinx that she knew without a doubt. She had began to wonder if it was perhaps a deceased ancestor of the Fentons, but Tucker had babbled something about him gaining powers and being "half-ghost"--whatever that meant.

"The ghost boy IS your son, moron."

Much to Valerie's incredulity, Jack burst into a fit of laughter. "That's ridiculous. My son isn't dead!"

"Hello! He almost called you DAD earlier!"

Jack looked at Valerie with condescension. "I'm sorry, that must have been confusing," he said, "You see, dadio was fifties slang for dawg or homie... Or whatever you kids call each other these days. My new theory is that the ghost boy died in the fifties!"

Valerie rolled her eyes at the racial stereotype. After ghosts, Valerie decided she'd kill all 'gangsta rappers' next.

"... and my son would never use that sort of anachronistic term to talk with his old man." Jack smiled a big oblivious smile.

And Valerie, totally beyond any emotional civility, actually managed to facevault despite her not being an anime character. It was quite painful though. How dense is this guy? Valerie wondered.

"So. Any advice on how to get out of here?" Jack asked her. What took the cake was that Valerie wasn't even sure he realized he had already asked that question…

High Above the Great Plains

Vlad Masters had decided to take the scenic route back to Wisconsin, moving slowly. The equipment he'd stolen from Jack was quite sensitive, and booking it home would likely cause some of it to break and become useless. He briefly thought he'd heard the sound of some other hovercraft, perhaps smaller than his own. But his own made such loud and strange noises on occasion, he paid it little mind. Within a few minutes, Vlad thought his ghost sense detected the faint smell of intangibility being used nearby, but it could have just been his pilot fixing something in the cockpit. After all, if Daniel had come near, he would sense it. And if he had skipped town like it had appeared, then Vlad had nothing to worry about... right?

WRONG!

The youngest Fenton sidled across the top of the hovercraft's dorsal stabilizing fin, and then he crawled across the top to the cockpit. Marty had used the suddenly 30-year-old DeLorean to pursue Vlad, and Danny had leapt from the top of the car onto Vlad's hovering ship. He looked in and saw an ugly green ghost in a postmaster's uniform in the pilot's seat.

A flash of untransformed intangibility got Danny into the cockpit of Vlad's over sized flying transport. He remained invisible as he landed, and then played Solid Snake, placing the business end of his mother's Anti-Ghost Laser right up to the ear of the specter in the pilot's seat (why the ghost needed to sit down was beyond him) and activated it, frying the poltergeist's equivalent of a brain. It dissipated and returned to the ghost zone. Or perhaps it was obliterated. Danny had no idea what this thing did, and in retrospect, the thermos might have been a better choice morally. But after 30 straight hours running on adrenaline, caffeine, and ectoplasmic energy, Danny wasn't in the mood to debate the morality of killing what was already dead.

He turned, priming himself to go ghost, and opened the door to the passenger section, where Vlad sat. The surprise in Vlad's eyes was the most priceless thing Danny had witnessed since... well... ever. He savored every moment of Vlad's horror. After seeing the hell Vlad would make of the future, Danny would pull no punches here.

"Daniel..." Vlad finally gasped out. His confidence returned. "This is unexpected, but you'll excuse me if I'm not shaking in my boots." Vlad transformed, with two rings of solidified darkness sliding over him and making him Vlad Plasmius.

Danny looked up at the monster who'd thought he'd gotten away with murder. "Good evening Vlad. I think you'll find you've underestimated me. I'm going ghost!"

Danny's white rings slid up and down, giving him his trademark costume. He lunged at Vlad, knocking him out of the perpetually open door of the helicopter-like hover craft and the two began to exchange blows in the air, Vlad using mostly right hooks and Danny mostly defending. Danny ducked under a powerful-but-slow blow from Vlad and planted his foot firmly in Vlad's stomach and kicked off, performing a back flip in the air and coming to a stop.

"I'm surprised, Daniel. You couldn't lay a hand on me five hours ago and now we seem even." Vlad summoned a magenta ghost aura. "But of course, seemingly even doesn't mean truly even." Indeed, it would take far more than Danny could muster without summoning the power of the Primmortal. And since Danny seemed to be completely oblivious to the power's existence, despite using it to fight the fire demon that should have been his slave and greatest soldier. Of course that was before she'd transformed into something truly horrific that Vlad could have by no means beaten, but Daniel did. It was infuriating to Vlad then, but that fury had passed when Vlad came to the realization that Danny didn't even know what he was.

The faint green ghost aura that surrounded Danny grew much larger. "You're right Vlad. We're on totally different levels." Danny charged at Vlad, slamming his fist into Vlad's face and then retreating backwards, launching a series of recto-beams at him in an order his mother told him was indefensible.

And sure enough, Vlad blocked the first two, and the fourth, but was hit by the third, fifth, and sixth. Vlad reeled from the three hits and returned fire, hitting Danny right in the chest and knocking him back. But Danny just smirked.

"Is that all you've got?"

Vlad called Danny's 'bluff', and summoned a giant ectoplasmic energy ball and hurled it at Danny. It must have been the size of the hover craft itself.

"You think you've called my bluff?" Danny grinned, not even concealing his disgust at the man he was looking at. And borrowing a line from Vlad, he returned the sting. "YOU! CALLED! WRONG!"

The gigantic magenta ball of ghost power was flying directly at Danny, but he didn't worry about it. He just stood there until it was about ten feet away, and then raised his left hand. The green aura that surrounded him cushioned the impact, and Danny caught the slow-moving attack with his hands and his green glow surrounded it, causing the ball to appear jet black.

"This won't end well," Vlad said to himself.

"You think you know who I am, Vlad? You think you can manipulate me? Wrong. My father is alive. Valerie's blood is not on my hands. All of it falls on you, Plasmius!" Danny hurled the ball back at its creator.

"This really won't end well." Plasmius called Vlad pulled up both his hands to stop the returned attack, but the boost Danny had given it made it impossible.

"Game. Set. Match." Danny said as his aura flared into the shape of some mythical bird and he charged Vlad and the ball of energy, slamming his fist into it and sending Vlad and the ball, along with himself, towards the ground. Vlad did just what was expected of him, as well: Plasmius went intangible and phased through the ball.

Which is, of course, exactly what Danny wanted him to do. Danny used the aura surrounding the ball as an extension of his power, and caused the attack to turn intangible itself. This made it fall into the same plane as Vlad and the result was the evil ghost being caught in the middle, writhing in burning agony that Danny would have savored if he was a sadist. But Danny just wanted him out of his hair, not tortured. So he threw the ball at the ground, and trying to suppress his hopes that Vlad would die from it.

Suddenly his anger scared him. Murderous rage wasn't like Danny. What had happened to trying to save Sizzle repeatedly? Did the mere act of destroying her unleash something evil in him? Before seeing his father killed, Danny had never even considered actually killing Vlad. Well, Not even then. He'd wanted to put Vlad down, to be sure, but again, death was too good. It was only when he'd seen...What Vlad did to Sam, to Tucker, and to Jazz... Not personally, but the change his terrible future had wrought on them. Sure, Sam had always been cynical, but she always held out confidence in Danny. Vlad had destroyed that. He had destroyed what made her her, beyond the cynicism. He had taken her Faith. Her Hope. And dare Danny think it? Her LOVE for him? Danny often wondered if his relationship with Sam would evolve into something more, but mostly because everyone else said it would. Not because he was attracted to her in that way, right? But Future Sam had just thought of him as a delusional, naive child.

And Jazz. She was completely out of her mind. Danny could never let that happen to his sister. Things had to change.

A sudden pain in his abdomen drove him out of his quandary. Vlad phased visible and hit him again, this time in the face. Danny reeled and re summoned his aura. Guilt could wait; he had a monster to dethrone. Danny blocked Vlad's third fury-driven blow and punched him in the chest with a Ecto-Fist, and then followed up with the indefensible sequence again. But this time Vlad had wised up, so he shot straight up in an act of retreat, and all but one of the shots missed him.

Danny didn't like how long this was taking, either. "Hey, Vlad." he said. "You think we could end this fight soon. I don't have all day."

This angered Vlad, and he charged Danny for a little payback against Danny for what he had given him in his cabin.

At 112 miles an hour, I bet this hurts! And Vlad was capable of traveling much faster than 112 miles an hour.

The ecto-ball Danny had returned had burned away one of Vlad's sleeves, and the scar Sizzle's Soulsearer flame had given him glowed in the light of the setting sun. And Danny wouldn't let himself become either kind of monster, as long as he could fight it.

Danny transformed. He didn't want to show this form to Vlad, of course. It wasn't efficient: sure, he could access the power he'd gained more readily, but it burned it faster too. Once the boost he'd carried back from the future wore off, using this form would likely result in almost instant exhaustion. Nevertheless, his suit went white and eyes shone as totally green orbs. He threw an enormously wide ecto beam that caught the surprised-but-still-charging Vlad completely off guard.

While Vlad was reeling, Danny charged forward, driving a fist into Vlad's gut, and proceeding to beat the living crap out of him, throwing him around. At one point, Vlad split into four, and Danny did the same.

Just as Danny knocked the four Vlad's back together and reformed himself. Vlad detransformed and began to fall, beaten and exhausted. From this elevation, the fall would surely kill a normal human, so Danny did something that he hated to do, but had to do. There was no way he could catch up to Vlad's descent in time. So he gave Vlad some of his energy. Making a small ball of ectoplasmic light in his hand, Danny threw it at him, and then reverted to his standard ghost level and headed earthward. Arriving seconds before Vlad Plasmius' barely conscious form hit the ground. (He could have beat Vlad to the ground, but Vlad was quite a large lateral distance from Danny as well.)

How is this possible? Vlad watched his enemy, the boy, walk over to his aching body. Fury surged in him. He was VLAD PLASMIUS!

Things like this weren't capable of happening to him.

They...

Just.

DIDN'T.

Happen...

But they did. They happened in Wisconsin when Danny had forced Vlad into a truce. They happened in Colorado, where Daniel had outsmarted Vlad in a game of time and technology.

They happened when Jack Fenton beat the crap out of him with Ghost-injuring brass knuckles.

They happened when an insane ghost woman was tearing up everything and everyone in sight and had somehow managed to summon enough hate-fueled energy to scar him with black fire. They happened when Daniel had stolen the power that Vlad deserved.

And they apparently happened in the sky above the Midwest, as Danny once again humiliated him, despite youth. Despite lack of experience.

They did happen. Failures that Vlad just couldn't tolerate, failures that nagged at the back of his mind and sent echoes of hate through his heart. The thief would take everything, and right now there was nothing he could do about it. Only Daniel's childhood naivety would save Vlad's life, only mercy. Such a detestable thing to Vlad mercy was. A sign of strength of will Vlad couldn't hope to muster. A sign of weakness or fear that Vlad couldn't desire even—if he wanted to. Such a paradox.

"Vlad Plasmius will not stand for this!" Vlad said, lapsing into the stereotypical villainous dialog cliché of talking of himself in third person. Summoning a portion of the energy Danny gave him, he threw a magenta blast at the hovercraft containing all Jack's stuff. The explosion would have lit up the sky if it had been night. As it stood, it was just another flashing light and thundering sound in yet another battle Vlad couldn't win. At least Jack would have to pay for the gear.

Vlad rose and saw Danny, now back to normal, staring at him with hate in his eyes. Vlad shrieked in fear like a little girl. It suddenly occurred to him that Danny might only have saved him so that he could kill him personally.

So be it, for death would be preferable to this humiliation. Faster than Vlad could see it, Danny's fist flashed into Vlad's face, causing, among other things, a broken nose and a mild concussion.

"Vlad." Danny bit out. "Killing you would satisfy what I really want. That is, for you to leave me alone. But that really wouldn't be sufficient justice. You destroyed what I came to retrieve, so I guess there's nothing form me here now."

Danny reached into Vlad's mind, and just like he'd done with his burning enemy Flammadea, he unloaded memories into Vlad's mind, all his memories of the terrible alternate future, all the glory Vlad had taken from the world, and all the glory Danny had taken from Vlad. But mostly, all the pain that Tucker's death and Sam's death of faith had caused him. All the pain of seeing his sister almost catatonic, living life as if staring at the wall was the most important thing she could be doing. Perhaps dreaming of better worlds. Of better people than the monsters that inhabited her future. All that Vlad had caused, Danny let Vlad know about it. All the suffering would be a jolt, but all that Vlad had lost would really burn the most. It was the worst humiliation Danny could think of. He withheld several memories though.

Marty.

Flare.

Amber.

The Hopefire and the transformation. If Vlad knew of that, thinks could get hairy.

But Vlad would remember the hell of it all.

Vlad passed out and detransformed, and Danny took the Amulet of Roasha from his jacket, then crushed it in his bare hand, then stomped it into the ground...

Danny walked away. The DeLorean swooped down and landed near the remains of the crashed hovercraft.

Marty stared at him in disbelief. "That was amazing!" he screamed. "What did you do to him?"

But Danny didn't answer. "Let's go home." was all he said.

Danny entered his room that evening, thankful and full of pure unrelenting joy at how things had turned out. He looked out his window, and saw the DeLorean blast off, and lay back on his bed... atfirst he thought he'd drifted off to sleep, but the clock told him otherwise..

But his head swam.. So peculiar.

Danny blinked, suddenly confused and disoriented... He had just traveled into the future. Right? And there was a big battle. But why was it all so fuzzy now? Still, the pain wasn't. Tucker, Sam. His father. All of those memories still hurt. But he would never have to suffer through such a future.

Still, the sudden vagueness of it all bothered him. For all he could remember, it could have been Marty McFly from the Back to the Future films that took him to the future. Maybe it was Clockwork. That would be the most logical explanation…. But why would Clockwork mess with his memories? Unless changing the time stream had altered his memories.

Danny shook his head. "Best not to think about it." He turned over on his bed and was soon fast asleep.

Timmy Turner looked down at the blank DVD case as the words "Back to the Future" faded in onto a blue background, followed by a picture of characters from that film.

"Did I just…?" Timmy suddenly asked. "Ugh. I remember now. I swear I'm never wishing a movie to be reality again."

"Um, I hate to break it to you, Sport," said Wanda, "but that's what you said after you wished When Singing Nazis Attack real."

Cosmo piped in, "And Jurassic Park."

Wanda. "And Chronicles of Riddick."

Cosmo. "And Crash Nebula."

Wanda. "And Showgi—"

"I GET THE POINT!" Timmy blurted, sighing in frustration. "But this time I mean it." Timmy walked over and jumped on his bed, thought for a moment, and then said, "Hey! Wouldn't it be cool if Alias were real! I could like date and fight evil with Jennifer Garner!"

"Ugh!" Wanda sighed.

Cosmo's eyes became hearts, and he held up a wand and a picture of the show's star. "DONE!" The world changed again, though in went largely unnoticed.

Amity Park, Indiana, Saturday, January 29th, 2005, 7:30 AM.

Danny preempted his alarm clock by half an hour this morning, so he had enough time to get ready for school and over to Tucker's house before Sam did. As he entered Tucker's room, he heard Tucker, oddly enough, freestyle rapping.

"Take the D to the S!
MP3s, PSPs, and C.Ds!
NPCs PS3s, I got ADD!"

Of course it was about technology! What else would Tucker rap about?

"Hey, T-Diddy," Danny mocked, earning a blush from his friend, "anything weird happen yesterday?"

"You mean besides your dad almost getting killed by Vlad… Again?"

"Almost," Danny smiled. "Almost is good."

"You alright?"

"Yeah, Tuck. I'm fine."

Tucker eyed him quizzically." You sure?"

"Oh, yeah. Couldn't be better!"

The two headed off to school, even as the terrible future became a terrible memory and nothing more. The future, as it looked now, was bright. But… Looks can be deceiving.

Master's Castle, Wisconsin

Vlad sat in his massive throne, sulking. He was defeated again, humiliated. And what had Danny done? Given him a bunch of painful memories that weren't even his own. But he had created them. Vlad's plan had succeeded, he realized. But that insolent child had changed something!

It was too much! First he'd stolen the Primmortal power, and that was bad enough. But now, this? Far too much. Vlad sighed. Even if Danny had thought he was just giving Vlad painful memories, he had also given him an idea.

"Daniel," he seethed. "You will regret the day you crossed Vlad Plasmius!"

THE END

Marty McFly

Doctor Emmet Brown

Danny Phantom
and

The Fairly Odd Parents

in

Time Phantom: The DeLorean Chronicles

Written by Benjamin "Chaltab" English

Starring:

David Kaufman - Danny Phantom

Kath Soucie - Maddie Fenton/Lunch Lady

Rob Paulsen - Jack Fenton/Box Ghost/Technus, Tooth Ghost

Grey Delise - Samantha Manson, Vicky the Evil Babysitter

Colleen O'Shaughnessey - Jazz Fenton

Rickey D'Shon Collins - Tucker Foley

Cree Summers - Valerie Grey

Michael J. Fox - Marty McFly

Dan Castellaneta - Doc Brown

Ron Pearlman - Lanceresque Cop/Deathstroke

Tara Strong - Sizzle (Flashback)/Amber McLean/Penelope Spectra/Raven (Flashback)/Timmy Turner

Susan Blakeslee - Wanda

Darin Norris – Cosmo/Richard Rose

S. Scott Bullock - Dash Baxter

Maria Canals - Paulina

Kathlene Herles - Dora Toledo

Sasha Toro - Dora's Back Pack

James Sei - Qwan

Kevin Michael Richardson - Skulker

William Baldwin - Johnny Thirteen

Chynna Phillips - Kitty Thirteen

Martin Mull - Vlad Plasmius

Thomas F. Wilson - Biff/Cliff/Buford Tannen

Fox Rommel - Leonard Nimoy

Dante Basco - Flare

Khary Peyton - Cyborg (Flashback)

Lauren Tom - Gyzz/Jinx (Flashback)

Kevin Kline - Noel/Savior (Flashback)

Hynden Walch - Starfire (Flashback)

Crispin Glover -Deal

Seth McFarlane - Ghost Peter

Go see Legend Maker. She's not working on the sequel yet, but… she says she will. Eventually. I hope. Anyone who's read this will enjoy it. Probalby a lot more than you did mine. I had a lot of fun writing this, even if I did get in over my head on this one. Anyways. I'll let you go now.

Bye. Seriously. The story is over. Go away!

I mean it!