A/N: I know that angst probably isn't a good idea for a first Danny Phantom fic, but I'm in a bad mood alright? (I just had a dresser dropped on each of my big toes, my standard sized poodle stood then SAT on my ankle, my throat is sore, and my little brother has been insulting my and saying he hates me. And yesterday I dropped a plastic container full of sugar on my big toe. My self esteem and feet say OWWWWW.) And I'm also annoyed about how every fic [with Danny revealing himself] is like "Oh, Danny we accept you." Or "Gosh Fenton, I'm sorry I stuffed you into lockers." or "I forgive you guys for everything you've ever done." Personally, I think it might be interesting for Danny to go... "half-Dan", I'll call it. Or for Maddie and Jack to be all "Impersonator! What have you done with my baby boy?/ Great gobs of ghost goo! Stop overshadowing my son! I shall rip you apart molecule by molecule!" Ya know? Anywho... enjoy! P.S. Review please! And thank you!

"Jack! I've got him!" my mom cried exictedly. I looked down at my side, where a big gash was oozing ectoplasum, as I hurtled towards the ground. This was not so good.

Normally I would try to go intangible, but the blazing pain in my side meant more at the moment then the fact that I was dropping like a rock. Pain. Pain pain pain.

And then I impacted the ground, my arms and legs twisted at the oddest angles, ectoplasem still keeping up a steady flow. Agony agony agony-

"Maddie! I think he's actually wounded!" Dad's voice cried. Heh, think he's actually wounded. Just a few possible broken ribs, perhaps a snapped limb or two. But it was no joke, seriously. I was hurting. More than that. I was in agony, absoulute agony- BEYOND AGONY.

Beyond agony so much, I barely heard my dad say "Wait, Maddie, what's with that light around his midde?" and my mom's reply of "Oh my-". I didn't notice the warmth sliding over my head and feet, signaling I had turned human.

"DANNY!" Mom's voice shouted. Her and Dad scrambled down into my crater I was lying in. "My baby boy, I'm so sorry. I- I-I didn't- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

Just because it turned out to be me she was sorry. Not because she had blasted a young teen out of the sky who hadn't even DONE anything- aside from being framed for kidnapping the mayor and stealing some stuff, and all that jazz- but because I turned out to be her son.

And that was not OK with me.

"You're NOT sorry!" I yelled. I didn't mean to yell, just to snap, but since my BONES had snapped, it was kind of a reflex thing. Mom and Dad flinched back, tears welling up in Mom's eyes. "You DID mean it! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING, AND YOU PURPOSEFULLY SHOT ME OUT OF THE SKY!" I gasped as I tried to sit up. The pain. Oh the pain- inside my heart and all over my body, was still going through me.

"But, Danny, you're my son, of course I'm-"

"No! You're not sorry! If I was still Phantom, you wouldn't be sorry!"

And Mom and Dad stayed silent. Because they knew it was true.

A/N: K, not my best work, but not my worst. Cut me some slack, I ran out of time, and I think my imagination died.