Good Riddance: DP Style, a danny phantom fanfic

Inspiration struck. For those who read the Naruto version of this, you know what it's like when I write like this.

Good Riddance: DP Version

He couldn't believe it.

He was dead.

Not that he hadn't been a bit dead before, but now he was really dead.

A small plus though. Now that he was fully ghost, the others weren't out for his blood…ectoplasm…whatever. He didn't care right now.

Hell, Ember had let him crash until he found a place to stay.

She wasn't so bad, he decided, just a misunderstood, murdered pop star.

Yeah, murdered. By a jealous rival. Go figure.

He remembered the night he finally understood the fact that, beneath all the make-up and fiery hair, she was just a normal ghost-girl who had been hurt too many times.

Flashback

Danny and Ember sat in the living room, silent as she strummed tunelessly on her guitar. He watched her play, when three notes caught his attention.

dunna Dun dun

"Wait…" She looked up. "Play that again." She did.

dunna Dun dun

"Do you mind?" She shook her head and handed over the guitar.

dun dun Dun dudu dun Dun dunna dunna Dun da…

Ember's eye's widened as she recognized the song. She began to sing softly.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.

Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go.

Danny joined in, his soft alto melding with her sweet soprano.

So make the best of this test and don't ask why

It's not a question but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.

I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photograph's and still frames in your mind,

Hang 'em on a shelf in good health and good time.

Tattoos and memories and dead skin on trial,

For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right,

I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right

I hope you had the time of your life.

Danny strummed the final chord, feeling the tears he had so desperately tired to hold in moistened his eyes. He heard quiet sobbing and saw Ember crying softly.

"My… b-boyfriend w-wrote that song after I d-died. He wrote it for m-me. I-I went to see him a-and he saw me, he s-swore to me I w-would be r-remembered." She broke down and sobbed into his arms.

He stroked her back and whispered to her, trying to comfort her. "We can make sure of that."

End flashback.

Scratch that. He could believe he was dead. And people still needed him.

Two months later.

Tucker came up to his still sobbing friend. "Sam."

"Go away, Tucker."

"Look, it's not healthy to keep yourself locked up. I got us tickets to a new band tomorrow."

"Really? What are they called.

"FlameHeart."

The next day.

"God, this place is packed." Tucker and Sam had arrived at the concert. It was in a ampatheater that seemed to spring up overnight. "Fenton Phones in?" She asked.

"Yep. Don't want another 'Ember' fiasco." They found their seats and waited for the concert to start.

A few minutes later, the announcer's voice rang over the speakers. "Are you ready to rock!"

The crowd roared back. "YEAH!"

"Alright! Then give it up for FlameHeart!" The entire stage erupted with blue and white flames. The dark out lines of five people appeared in the flames, which dispersed to reviel the band.

"It's Ember!" Sam whispered. "But who's that next to her?" Indeed, there was a young man (or another ghost?) next to her with glowing green eyes and long, white hair. He wore a black shirt and pants with white flames running up the sides. He held a black electric guitar painted with white flames. He reminded Sam of someone...

They began to play, and he began to sing.

(To the original Ember song. These are the only rifts I know.)

Ohh

Woah-oh-oh-oh

Oh, Ember, so loving tender,

Oh, Ember, your warming flame.

Oh, Ember, through cold September!