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Stormy Willow

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Buffy and the Fairly Odd Phantom". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Sequel to Fairly Odd Halloween. Clockwork's meddling has resulted in Willow's becoming a ghost PERMANENTLY! How will the Scoobies get her back to normal? Or can they?

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Cartoons > Danny PhantomSithicusFR15825,1220144,51516 Nov 1022 Nov 10No

Brainwash Slayer & Exploring Lesbianism Potential

Author's Notes: I have plans to end this with Chapter Ten... Or at least I'm hoping to sort of, maybe, end it there and leave it open for a sequel. Of course it depends on how much I cram into Chapter's 9 and 10 to finish off all the necessary plot points... I don't want to rush it though.

Anyway... Hope you'll all enjoy this, one of the scenes I feel might be a little clunky, but I can't be sure... So if you think the scene with Ember and Willow further on down this page is too clunky and needs a little tweaking, just let me know.

"Well, let's see, we've had Youngblood, Me, Willow, Danny, a couple of others... I think... showing up in this author's notes section."

The Box Ghost, don't forget the Box Ghost.

"Right," Ember said with a smile. "Who are we going to cameo this time?"

"Would you care for a cutlet, dear?" the Lunch Lady asked with a sweet smile.

"Seriously?" Willow asked. "That's the best you could come up with?"

"I want to go to the party!" Princess Dorthea shouted angrilly changing into a dragon and blasting her flame breath at the Lunch Lady.

The author chuckled. What can I say, they never appeared together on the show in any meaningful way... I figured now's as good a time as any.

"Ooooo, Dragon Meat is filled with several different nutrients and vitamins," the Lunch Lady said.

"I am not on the menu!" Princess Dorthea told her.

"Just a wing, or maybe a leg?" the Lunch Lady suggested kindly.

"NEVER!"

The two began to fight and meat and flames were sent flying everywhere.

"Smooth move, author dude," Willow said.

You could use my name.

"How about I jam my guitar in your nether regions, Dipstick?" Ember theratened.

I wish this chapter would begin!

WHIMPERING CHAPTER BEIGN POOF WHIMPERING



Danny was going to really get it from Mister Lancer for being out of school for over an hour while dealing with everything today – he didn’t bother sticking around to share in the discussion thing with the others – telling them he had to get back to school or he was guaranteed a grounding for – like – ever he flew off.

Willow, Ember and Xander decided it was probably not the best idea to stick around Fenton Works either – so they went to the park – it was a relatively quiet day and they didn’t have to worry about anybody being around at this hour.

Well most anybody, but one look at the ghosts and the people jogging or taking their young children for a brief constitutional took off in the opposite direction.

Willow hugged Xander tightly to her side tears falling from her cheeks. “I missed you guys,” she said.

“We missed you too, well except Cordy, but she’s been seeing a therapist the past few days to deal with her eating Principal Snyder,” Xander explained with a lopsided grin.

“Disgusting,” Ember said.

“So… You and Willow are friends now?” Xander asked studying Ember closely.

“If you’ve got a problem with that,” Ember said leaving the rest unsaid.

Xander laughed and held up his hands in surrender. “I’m going to be honest, I’m not sure what to make of Willow having a ghost for a friend, but as long as you’re not trying to end the world or kill innocents I think I can let this slide,” he said partially serious, partially in jest.

“I’m going to have to put up with his jokes?” Ember said turning to Willow.

Willow shrugged helplessly.

“I suppose it could be worse,” Ember sighed. “Ember McLain,” she formally introduced herself reaching out a hand – because it was the thing to do.

Xander shook it with a pleasant smile. “Xander Harris.”

Ember’s eyes dimmed slightly. “Harris,” she repeated her gaze hardening as she started to study him. “You aren’t related to someone called Anthony Harris are you?”

Xander flinched. “He’s my father.”

Ember wasn’t sure what to do with this information. She didn’t want to tell Willow that her best friend was the son of the creep she’d killed herself over – it would be awkward for all involved – but she didn’t want to be reminded of it by having to interact with Tony. Or something like that.

“Ember, is everything ok?” Willow asked anxiously.

“Huh?” Ember turned to her new friend – soon to be girlfriend if everything played out right.

“You kind of zoned out there,” Xander said with a frown. “I guess you’ve heard of Tony ‘Deadbeat Dad’ Harris,” he said averting his eyes.

This was just too weird – Ember shook her head and decided to drop it – she had Willow now and she didn’t need to be so hung up on the past. “That was a lifetime ago, kid,” she said laughing lightly at her private joke. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he’d turn out to be such a dipstick of a father,” she added.

Xander laughed tonelessly. “Yeah, this isn’t weird at all, my best friend is friends with a ghost who knew my dad,” he said trying to hide behind a clownish mask.

Willow wrung her wrists anxiously. “You know, Giles doesn’t believe in coincidences, Xander,” she pointed out.

“Maybe we were both supposed to meet Ember,” Xander said. “To make up for his mistakes,” he added thoughtfully.

Ember smiled. “Definitely better than your dad, Xander,” she said. “Let’s not worry about that. What exactly are we going to do next?” she asked.

Willow shrugged.

Xander glanced between the two. “I guess I could get your things from your place for you, Willow,” he offered.

“I’m a ghost now, I can’t change my clothes… Even though I can take them off,” Willow revealed with a confused expression. “I still don’t get how that works.”

“Ghosts can have babies,” Ember blurted. “I mean… Well it’s why we can strip, not all ghosts are created equal,” she said.

“Ok… Chalk that up to information I wish I could unlearn,” Xander stated. “What about your computer?” he asked turning to face Willow.

“Actually that might come in useful,” she said. “Xander, you can get my computer for me and anything else that we might need for Slaying stuff,” Willow instructed.

“Gotcha, Wills,” Xander said saluting. “Anything else we should settle now before heading back to Sunnydale?”

“Living quarters,” Willow said. “I can’t exactly stay with my parents anymore.”

“There are a lot of abandoned homes in Sunnydale,” Xander reminded. “Maybe we can buy them cheap or something.”

“It would only be for half the year,” Willow said. “I promised Ember we’d stick around here for the other half to pester the ghost boy,” she added with a mischievous smile.

Ember grinned.

Xander smirked and his eyes started glowing yellow. “I can get behind that… Do you think Buffy’s mom would let you stay with her? I mean just until we’ve got everything settled?”

“Mrs. Summers doesn’t exactly know about the supernatural,” Willow said nervously. “I don’t want to mess up Buffy’s life… She’ll already be upset about me as it is,” she reminded.

“I’m sure once we sit down and talk with her she’ll be ok with the new and improved you,” Xander said encouragingly. “Plus I’m sure she’ll love having Ember around when it’s time to slay vamps, fire rocker ghost and flammable undead leeches kind of unmixy things,” he added with a chuckle.

“You just want to introduce Angel to Ember,” Willow accused knowingly.

“Guilty as charge.” Xander smiled ferally. “Do you think Deadboy will scream like a little girl when they meet?”

“Doubt it,” Willow replied with a shake of her head. “Xander, you are incorrigible.”

“Now what?” Xander asked feeling a little lost.

“Well… I think you need to go spend a few hours with the Fentons,” Willow said. “Ember and I need to talk… Alone.” She eyed Xander imploringly.

Xander smiled. “Gotcha, Wills, I still got to return these keys to Jack,” he said holding up the keys to the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle. “Don’t be too long, it’s a long trip back to Sunnydale.”

“Shoo.” Willow gestured and Xander started off.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you two are going to talk about,” he called over his shoulder. “Ember, if you hurt Willow in any way I’ll personally stick you into a Fenton Thermos and keep you there,” Xander threatened.

Ember was surprised, but she hid it well. She wasn’t about to discuss her sexual and physical attraction for Willow with a stupid mortal – crossing her arms she turned her back on him.

Xander took it as acknowledgement of understanding and left Willow alone to talk to her ‘friend’.



Vlad grinned pleased with himself as he returned to Amity and had his minions deposit the Slayer in his home – specifically his evil lab – the Slayer’s strength might have been able to help her against him if not for the fact that her senses were overpowering her pain receptors.

Vlad began working as soon as he landed. Quickly tapping at the keyboard he lowered a device onto the Slayer’s head. “This is a neural scanner,” he informed. “It will allow me to reprogram your mind so that you will obey me,” he added. “It is experimental unfortunately, so it will hurt,” he said apologetically.

“Why are you doing this?” Buffy demanded.

“Why? So I can pit you against the ghost boy of course,” Vlad explained flipping a switch.

The machine began to heat up and Buffy tried to force it off, but she could barely lift the thing against the hydraulics keeping it in place.

“I suggest you not fight this,” Vlad said. “This shall prove most enlightening, can the Vampire Slayer defeat the Ghost Boy?” He flipped a second switch and zapped Buffy with raw ectoplasmic energy.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Buffy screamed as her mind slowly turned inwards.

Vlad rubbed his hands together expectantly. “This will finally prove who is superior!” he declared loudly. “Humiliating defeat after humiliating defeat, only for this to be the one thing that ensures I will finally make that idiot Jack look like the fool he is to the rest of the world. No one will be able to take him seriously ever again, and Maddie will finally see that she was meant to be with me all along.”

Buffy twitched and spasmed out of control – the machine finally shut down – slowly Buffy’s eyes began to glow green. “I am yours to command, Vlad Plasmius, my master.”

Vlad grinned sinisterly. “As I knew you would be,” he told the brainwashed Slayer.

“What are your orders, master?” Buffy asked.

“Why, go destroy the ghost boy and Jack Fenton, of course,” Vlad said as if it should be obvious.

“Who are they again?” Buffy asked slightly confused.

“Oh for the love of cheese,” Vlad grumbled holding up a picture of the Fentons. “Jack, the idiot in the dayglow orange jumpsuit, and the ghost boy… His son, Daniel Fenton,” he stated. “Have you got it this time?”

“Destroy Jack Fenton and the ghost boy,” Buffy repeated. Turning she headed for the exit leading upstairs.

Vlad smiled – and then realized he hadn’t opened the door yet. “Wait!” he cried out just as the door was kicked off of its hinges. “Never mind,” he sighed slapping his forehead with his palm and running his hand down his face. “This is what I get for working with amateurs,” he muttered.



Giles was tapping away at the computer – hooking the system into every server on Earth using skills that the mortal man did not possess – grinning slightly he worked carefully. This time the Ghost Boy would not find out or thwart his plans – nothing could stop him now.

“Rupert?” a voice called breaking into Technus’ focus.

Glancing up in surprise wondering how this person could have snuck up on him – Giles turned his head. “Yes, can I help you?”

“It’s me, Jenny?” the woman standing in the door said. “We have an appointment with the school board,” she reminded.

Giles’ face fell. “Ah, yes! The School Board, I, Rupert, do not think that now would be the best time to have this meeting, Jenny, perhaps if you could…” Giles stopped talking when he felt something in his body fighting him.

“Rupert? Are you alright?” Jenny wondered suspiciously. She studied him closely wondering why he was acting so strangely – in fact it suddenly dawned on her that he was using the computer – Giles had never shown any inclination to use it before.

“I. Am… AHHHHHHHHH!” Giles convulsed suddenly and Technus almost became trapped.



“All have perished, Rupert Giles is now mine!” a new voice stated angrily. “Be gone specter!” it ordered.

“What is going on here?” Technus demanded.

“I believe Eyghon has decided it is now time to make a return to claim what is rightfully his,” Giles explained to the ghost possessing him.

Technus ground his teeth. “I am Technus! The master of all machines! I will not allow some second rate demon spirit free rein to steal my new tool in conquering the world!” Technus shouted blasting the spiritual essence of Eyghon.

Eyghon bellowed in rage and attacked the ghost.

Giles sighed and watched the fight – unable or unwilling to intervene – it was an impressive show though.

Eyghon slammed Technus into the mental ground.

Technus grit his teeth and reached out into the waking world – he was unaware that Jenny was incanting a spell to try and banish him from Giles – Technus’ spiritual tendrils connected with the computer and he pulled back all of the energy he’d been leeching into the system.

“Surrender, ghost!” Eyghon ordered darkly.

“Never! I am Technus, Master of Machines! And you are dead,” Technus stated cruelly zapping Eyghon with power.

“I’m still not sure how Eyghon arrived,” Giles said to himself. “I thought the others were still alive, but perhaps Ethan’s demise allowed Eyghon free entrance into our world once again,” he mused to himself.

Technus’ attack weakened Eyghon – the ghost grinned triumphantly as he zapped the demonic entity again. “Now, Eyghon, you will feel the wrath of Technus, Master of Machines!”

“Don’t you know any other lines?” Eyghon asked with a guttural growl. He unleashed power into the ghost – only for the attack to reflect back into him. “NO!” Eyghon cried out in agony and exploded into mist – vanishing from sight.

Technus smirked. “Ha, ha! I am triumphant!”

“And you are gone,” Giles informed.

“What?” Technus finally realized what Jenny was doing. “Oh drat,” he complained before he was forcibly exorcized from Giles’ body.



“Thank you, Jenny,” Giles told the woman with a friendly if tired smile.

“I had a feeling that would work,” Jenny said with a smirk.

“Yes, although I am grateful that ghost chose now to attempt possessing me for his nefarious purposes,” Giles said. Eyeing the computer briefly he turned to face Jenny. “Didn’t I tell you that those machines were infernal?”

“Of course, Giles,” Jenny said humoring the British man. “Shall we?”

“Bloody meeting,” Giles grumbled. “If I am appointed as principal of this place I will never have time for my… personal needs,” he stated.

Jenny rolled her eyes. “There are other candidates, Rupert,” she reminded.

“Yes.” Giles ignored the computer and left his office with Jenny.

Technus floated weakly over the computer. “I will recharge my systems and come back better than ever!” he declared.

“I don’t think so,” a new voice said.

“What?” Technus turned slowly to face a form he did not immediately recognize, but nevertheless he felt fear.

“I have need of your services, Technus,” Dark Danny informed with a sinister grin.

“But, I already helped Plasmius!” Technus said trying to back away from Dark Danny.

“Ah, but now I need you to break into Plasmius’ computer systems,” Dark Danny informed. “He has information I need,” he added grabbing Technus by the neck and dragging him back into the Ghost Zone.



Ember walked beside Willow slowly just enjoying this time they had together – it was nice not to have to be fighting or being interrupted by somebody – slowly she reached out and took Willow’s hand.

Willow smiled shyly and cleared her throat. “Ember,” she started.

“Call me Em, Cutie,” Ember reminded.

Willow shook her head. “Sorry, Em, I’ve never been… involved… with anybody before,” she revealed.

“Died a virgin huh?” Ember said with a chuckle. “You’re not the first,” she added.

Willow blushed. “Em, that’s not what I was talking about,” she said.

“I get it.” Ember shook her head. “You’re not sure what to make of us, couple us, I understand. I wasn’t sure about my feelings either at first, I mean you’re the first woman I’ve had. Those feelings for,” she revealed.

“I haven’t had feelings like that for another woman ever before,” Willow said averting her gaze. “Mostly I’ve been hung up on Xander,” she said.

Ember sighed. “It’s hard, isn’t it?” she asked.

“You mean seeing Xander and knowing we can never be?” Willow wondered. “No, I’ve made my peace with that,” she said. “When I realized he was hung up on Buffy.”

“Oh.” Ember frowned confused.

“Em, I’m saying I’m not sure how I feel about another girl, you know?” Willow explained with a nervous smile.

“We’ve got all the time in our unlives, Willow,” Ember said surprising the other girl by using her name. “And we can take it slow, I’m not looking for a total bump and grind type of relationship right off the gate,” she added.

“Oh, I see,” Willow said. “And if we find that we aren’t?”

Ember averted her eyes feeling a pit opening up in her chest. “I can… accept… whatever decision we come to,” she said her reluctance hidden.

Willow smiled and leaned in to give her fellow ghost a hug. “I think this might work,” she said softly leaning close for another kiss.

Ember returned her smile with a beaming smile of her own and pressed her lips together – this time steam escaped from their lips floating up into the air. “Hot,” Ember said.

“We’d better get back to Xander,” Willow said with a sigh.

Ember nodded. “Let’s go in style,” she suggested pulling out her guitar and hopping up onto it.

Willow joined her wrapping her arms around her waist so she wouldn’t fall off. Together they rode off towards Fenton Works.



Xander, Jack, Maddie and Buffy all wound up at Fenton Works at the exact same time – Jack and Maddie arrived first. They
were tired and had twigs and dead leaves stuck to their jumpsuits – Xander helpfully passed Jack the keys.

“Uh… sorry about getting kidnapped and dragged off to almost certain doom,” Xander told the Fentons. “I didn’t mean to abandon you without a ride.”

“Think nothing of it, Xander,” Jack said slapping him across the back. “We could use the exercise… How did you escape that ghost’s clutches?” he wondered.

“Willow helped, so did the ghost boy, they reached an agreement,” Xander explained.

“That’s nice,” Maddie said. “I need a shower,” she added privately.

“Jack Fenton,” Buffy stated as she was the last to arrive.

Xander spun in shock to see Buffy with glowing green eyes standing in the middle of a street in Amity Park when she was supposed to be in school. “Buffy?”

“Yes?” Jack asked.

“You will now die,” Buffy declared pulling out a large sword from nowhere and rushing towards Jack with a determined gleam in her eyes.

“Buffy!” Xander blurted loudly.

“Jack? Why is that blonde teen attacking you?” Maddie asked glaring at her husband and crossing her arms over her chest.

“I don’t know, dear, but it can only mean one thing,” Jack said a gleam entering his eyes. “GHOSTS!” he cried triggering his ecto-guns so they flipped out of their compartments and aimed at the charging Buffy.

“Oh this can’t end well,” Xander said nervously eyeing the two of them helpless in knowing what course of action he should take.

It was almost like slow motion as Buffy leapt the distance between her and Jack Fenton.

Ectoblasts were fired from Jack’s guns and time almost seemed to reach the breaking point.

“Time Out!” Clockwork said freezing time with his staff.

The Observants appeared beside him in his clock tower home. “Events are rapidly spiraling out of control,” they said. “We warned you that we would not accept this, you should have destroyed the half-ghost when we originally tasked you with the mission,” they added.

Clockwork chuckled. “Once again you fail to realize how far reaching my plans are,” he said.

“The Slayer is attacking the mortal,” the Observants pointed out.

“All is proceeding according to plan,” Clockwork informed as he once again changed from an old man into an adult.

“Then why have you frozen time?” the Observants wondered suspiciously.

Clockwork smiled and turned back to the events unfolding on his viewing orb. “If you can not see that then perhaps you aren’t as ‘observant’ as you pretend to be,” he suggested.

“We warn you, Clockwork, if Dan Phantom fulfills his plans and eliminates both Earth and the Ghost Zone, we will be forced to break our sacred creed,” the Observants threatened.

Clockwork shook his head shifting from adult to child. “Relax… All we require is for a new player to enter the game,” he informed. “Hence why young Miss Summers is currently under Plasmius’ spell and about to eviscerate Jack Fenton, all that is needed now is to ‘push’ the new piece into the right position. And we shall ensure checkmate for Dan Phantom,” he informed.

“If you are referring to the child,” the Observants began.

“As usual you once again err in your observations, I am not – in fact – referring to the young boy and his two fairies, but one who has been conspicuous by her absence during these events,” Clockwork stated. Waving his staff he switched images revealing a young African-American girl currently in school. “It is time to awaken Miss Gray, and alert her to the potential ghostly threat in her town,” he said with a hidden smile.

“And how do you propose to do this?” the Observants questioned suspiciously.

“Patience, all will be made clear, in time,” Clockwork told them.

To Be Continued…

The End?

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