A/N: Well, I had a request to write a sequel to My Last Breath, and to make it easy on myself I named it after the chapter I'm writing the sequel about. If you guys want anymore sequels to my chapters in Fallen, let me know.
Chapter 1: Daniel Jack Fenton
The black-haired teen screamed, her usually lilac eyes tightly shut as she gripped the hospital bed in her hands. She could still vaguely hear the doctor urging her to push, but she'd been pushing for the last five hours trying to bring an obviously stubborn life into the world. She opened her tear-filled, lilac eyes as she thought about the baby's father, a boy with black hair and beautiful blue eyes; a boy whose life was cut off too shortly. I wish Danny was here, she thought to herself as the doctor continued to urge her to keep pushing.
A breeze wrapped around her, and she thought she heard someone whisper in her ear, "I'm here." Danny! she thought, but whatever it was it gave her the strength to keep going. Only fifteen minutes later, her nearly six hours of pushing finally paid off as she heard the first squalls of an infant. She heard one of the nurses say, "It's a boy," and she felt her heart swell with love as she watched the nurse carefully clean him off. They wrapped him in a soft blue blanket and set him in her eager arms. She looked down at her little boy who looked back with eyes as blue as his daddy's.
"Oh, Danny," she whispered, tears filling her eyes once more, "I wish you could've seen him."
The breeze that had wrapped around her earlier seemed to embrace her, and the child in her arms cooed and grabbed at the breeze as though it was someone he knew well. She hugged the child to her as the breeze disappeared. How she longed to believe it was Danny, but she knew he wouldn't have chosen to become a ghost. To be near his family without being allowed to be with them…it would be torture for him and for them.
"Ma'am, do you have a name?" She looked up from her baby to the nurse standing beside her. "Do you have a name for the baby?"
She smiled then looked down at her now sleeping child. "Daniel…Daniel Jack Fenton."
The raven-haired five-year-old closed his blue eyes as she finished the story. It was his favorite story. Even in death his daddy had proven how much he loved them by being there to see him brought into the world. Sam tucked the blankets up to his chin, kissed him lightly on the forehead then walked out of the room and into her own. It was only until the door was securely shut that she allowed herself to break down sobbing. Life had been so hard without her hero by her side. Maddie and Jack Fenton had been more than kindness itself when they took her in when she was pregnant, but only one could fill the void in her heart.
"Oh, Danny," she whispered, gazing out the window toward his statue in the park. "I wish you were here."
She never realized the small, little boy she had just put to bed had stood by her door and heard every word she had spoken. The little boy ran over to his own window, looking up at the stars as he blinked back his own tears. I wish Daddy was here too...
Young DJ grew fast. At ten, he was barely a foot shorter than his mother. His eyes that had once seemed so brilliantly blue were in fact speckled with lilac. The purple was hardly noticeable unless he was feeling an emotion very strongly. His childhood wish was buried in his heart, and he kept it there because the entire town pitied him. Everyone knew about Daniel Fenton and/or Danny Phantom. DJ was the "hero's kid," the boy who would never know his dad. He hated their pity and rejected it.
School was torture because every person that looked his way would gasp and suddenly look like someone had just died. And someone had died. His father, Daniel Jack Fenton Sr., had died while using the last of his failing strength to save Amity Park from a terrible ghost. He knew the story from his mom and grandparents; he knew the "historical" tale they'd created from school. His dad had already been dying from cancer when he fought the ghost. In the school's version, they'd made it more dramatic. He had supposedly taken a blow meant to kill many innocent people. They'd made his dad a legend, a legend DJ knew his dad never would've wanted to become.
He knew his father's true story well. After defeating the ghost, his powers had given out because of his sickness. After falling nearly twenty feet and already dying from cancer, he knew he was going to die that day. DJ's mom had been the last person to touch him, to talk to him, but she never would say what he'd said. It was hard for little DJ, but he'd learn to bear the agonizing pity…he hoped.
A/N: I had a request for this sequel so I thought I'd try it out and see how people like it. Samantha-Girl Scout threatened to send out a vicious mob out on me. :D