A Phantom of a Truth

Chapter two

This... Is going to be harder than he thought.

Wes sat there as his knuckles begin to whiten against the cool white lunch table. "Remember" he thought to him self "you only have one chance at this." Then he looked over at Phantom's table and a hot flash of anger stabbed through him again

How dare he?! How could Phantom sit there so- so casually? Danny Fenton, the original, is probably out there. Been through hell and back, and here was Phantom, sitting with Fenton's friends like nothing was wrong!

It was almost enough for him to storm up to Phantom and give him a piece of his mind.

Phantom was taking Fenton's life, Fenton's opportunity's, Fenton's dreams, Fenton's hopes, Fenton's family. And no one noticed!

It was enough to drive him up the wall.

But if he did anything now... If he gave Phantom any reason to suspect him, to keep a eye on him. Then whatever chance Wes had to find Fenton, or at least find out the truth, would go down the drain. He already had a very slim chance of finding Danny Fenton, especially since he had no help he could count on (and other things). No need to reduce his chance to none.

Fenton was counting on him.

Wes took a deep breath, picked up his spork and started his lunch.

He only had one chance at this. After that plan works or bust, Phantom will know what Wes is capable of, what resources that are at his deposal, and exactly how much experience he has. (All of which Wes, sadly, has very little of.) And the element of surprise, the only advantage he has will be gone.

Whether the plan worked... Or not.

Either way, Wes could not afford to fail. Sure, if he failed he could try again. But Phantom was a powerful, smart, and resourceful ghost. If Phantom felt like it, he could kill him without even lifting a finger.

He only has one shot at this, really. As low as his chances are, he has to at least try.

After all, Fenton was counting on him.

Wes looked over to his right and glanced at the clock, it was twelve fifteen. Perfect. That left him with thirty minutes until lunch was over to go to his first stop...

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"Aright guys, I finally remembered what the weird guy's name is, I had him as a science partner once. His name is Wes Smith. Still don't know why we're looking into this just because-"

Danny raised his hand "Sam. I'm just gonna stop you right there. So far, every time one of us had said that, it turns out to be something that we should worry about."

Sam rolled her eyes "surly not-"

"Every. Time. Sam. Every. Single. Damn time."

And while Danny didn't mention it, every time he got too close to the kid lately, whither it was in the school hall ways or something of the sort his ghostly core would hum in what felt like familiarity. It felt comfortable, and almost homely.

However, being hypnotize by Freakshow also felt 'good' so perhaps it was best not go by that.

Something was definitely up. His core was not supposed to be acting like this, his core never did anything like this. His core did not hum. And when his ghostly core acted up it was because some ghostly shit was about to hit the fan and go flying. For example, exhibit A, Overgrowth.

And it was all Wes's fault. This looked like something a ghost would do. Or maybe Wes got his hands on some ghostly relic or something. Ether ways, this won't be pretty. But what could of he had possibility done? (or the guy thought he did) Or what did Wes thought he would gain, or possibly lose? If something was truly going to happen.

As if Tucker read his thoughts, he said "I don't know Danny, did you lose his dads job?"

"That's Valerie, Tuck."

"Ah, that's right. A fine shapely woman that one."

"TUCKER, show some respect! At least pretend not to be a hormone driven teenager!"

Tucker stood from his chair and waved his spork at Danny like a sword. "Look man, we're not all saints! You haven't even had a crush on anyone since the accident, let alone date anyone! So, don't judge." And with that Tucker sat down comely, almost as if nothing had happened and raved through his lunch.

Danny and Sam both looked at each other and raised a brow then Sam shook her head "still Tucker, respect."

Tucker, however, paid no attention and finished his lunch with a loud burp.

Sam sagged her shoulders in defeat "you know what? I'm not even going to commitment on that."

Danny then herd a loud ringing coming from the front pocket of his black bag pack. Unzipped the front and received his phone. When he read the text message he groaned in annoyance "ugh, mom wants me to get her the new wrench she pre-ordered from the shop next the school." Tucker raised a brow "couldn't of she just had it delivered to your house?"

Sam looked at Tucker blankly "this is Danny's family we're talking about. Mr. Fenton probably did it and didn't know about it."

Danny shrugged "yea, well, do you want to come along?" Both Tucker and Sam shrugged "better than being in this dump anyway, sure, I'll come." Tucker raised his hand and stood up "Dido that motion. I'll come with."

Time skip

As Danny was about to open the door his core began to hum again.

Wait. That could only mean...

As he opened the door he herd both of his parents rant about all of their weapon's the first thing he saw was that Wes kid lessoning to his parents Danny's mom Maddie was the first to see him and his friends at the front door "oh, hey kids! Thanks for bring in that wrench Danny!" Jack bellowed "yea, thanks Danny boy! And did you see this nice young fellow! He came in wanting to learn about ghosts!"

The trio looked at each other. Yup, something was definitely up.

*authors note*
So it's slightly AU, sue me.