Symbiosis

an: ... POV is still in first person. But again, I warn you the style is... well... *shifty eyes* Love you all?
FYI: [Phantom's thoughts] and (Danny's thoughts)

-The Chiwii-

Several months have passed since then...

"Danny! Time to get up!"

I groaned, pushing my face deeper into my warm, comforting pillow.

Yeah, that's right. The life of a superhero is an exhausting one. I swear, Phantom runs our body to the ground and hands it back to me completely wasted and devoid of energy. Damn ghost.

"Danny!"

I felt my blanket pull away from my tired body. Great. Intruder. Seriously, I need a lock on my door.

"G' 'way, Jazz," I murmured sleepily into my pillow. I didn't even bother turning around to face her. She'd leave in a second, anyways.

"Fine, fine," she relented.

Okay, that might have been too fast. Not that I'm complaining. The sooner she goes away, the sooner I can go back to sleep.

"...but just so you know, Vlad's running for mayor."

"Okay..." my eyes started to drift shut. And then it hit me. I shot up out of bed like a loose canon. "Wait, WHAT?"

Vlad Masters AKA Vlad Plasmius. Both mine and Phantom's arch enemy. He is a crazed up fruitloop with no life, lots of money, and an obsession with my parents, namely marrying my mom and killing my dad. Which is seriously never going to happen. I mean, ever. I just wish he saw it that way and would stop shoving his business into my life and complicate things further with his twenty years experience being half ghost and his manipulative, controlling, power manic schemes. Certainly would make my life easier. Not that Vlad cared.

Jazz looked smug. True, she couldn't be happy about the whole situation and was probably inwardly worrying like you wouldn't believe, but she still wore this stupid grin on her face like she had just won the grand prize. That's when I realized that I was standing, eyes wide open and out of bed. Damn her. She's toying with me.

"Smooth, Jazz," I deadpanned, "I think you just ruined my appetite."

She waved her hand dismissively.

"You don't eat usually anything in the mornings anyways."

I stuck my tongue out at her as she left. Geeze, she was annoying. Because of her, I was completely awake. There was no chance I was about to fall asleep again now. Vlad being mayor. What a nightmare. I laughed off the thought and moved to my dresser to pull some clothes out.

As I dressed in my favorite attire, I inwardly poked at that familiar cold energy I felt buzzing inside of me. It was a habit of mine. I knew it annoyed the hell out of Phantom to be woken up as such so I made it a conscious effort to bug him every morning because he kept me up every night. Besides, if I had to get up, he had to get up. Sounds fair, right?

[Nnnhn. You're too warm.]

I grinned. He says that every morning. Apparently, just like I can sense him as a cold energy, he too can sense me as the opposite, especially when he's in control of our body. At those times, it's like we switch places. Never hear him complaining about my warmth then, though. Actually, I think he likes it. Hypocrite.

(Come on, Frosty, rise and shine!)

Fake cheer. Gotta love it.

He grunted. Of course, his total lack of enthusiasm didn't make me feel one hundred times better for being woken up so early by Jazz. Okay, maybe it did. Does that make me a bit of a sadist or a masochist? Hard to say when you're technically one person, even though you're really not.

"Danny! Pancakes!"

YES! Pancakes! I love pancakes! It's about the only thing in the morning besides cereal that I would actually touch. Mom doesn't make them very often though, usually only making them on special occasions.

I paused. Wait. What could possibly be special about today? School's not out for the summer yet, Dad hasn't invented anything new that I'm aware of, it's not a holiday, and it certainly isn't anyone's birthday. Weird. I shrugged it off and slipped out of my room, trudging noisily down the stairs as I made my way down to the kitchen.

Only to wish I hadn't.

Because standing there in all his glory plastered with banners strapped around his chest and bright pins buttoned on his person was my dad with a foam finger number one. And next to him was Vlad Masters.

Crud.

Jazz wasn't joking after all.