A new fanfic I started- tell me what you think!

I'll update when I can.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom

Chapter 1:

Sherlock glared in distaste at the hustle and bustle of the busy London streets. He rarely ventured outside during the day, preferring instead to go in public only at night. It was easier to escape the irritating fans and paparazzi that way.

"John, what are we doing here?" he asked his rather short friend.

"I thought it would be nice for you to get some fresh air, Sherlock. I know how stressed you've been about that case."

Sherlock winced. This was the first case that he had simply been... unable, to solve. Mysterious disappearances, robberies, and murders, but no clues. All the victims had no trace of any injuries, it was as if their heart just abruptly stopped. No security camera footage, no fingerprints, no nothing. The disappearances were even stranger. They had simply been snatched out of bed at night, without any signs of struggle or resistance. A few iPods and laptops had been stolen, and the owners reported hearing no disturbances. They were the crimes without any evidence, and even Sherlock couldn't figure them out.

I woke up to the sound of a truck growling in the driveway, and loud thumping noises coming from downstairs. I groaned. What were my parents up to now? I threw on a t-shirt and ran downstairs, stopping short at the sight of my empty living room. Two guys bumped into me, dragging the kitchen table outside. I followed them out the door, where my parents were standing.

"Dad? What the hell is going on?"

"We're moving!" he exclaimed happily.

"What?! B-but we can't move!"

"Oh, I'm sorry we didn't tell you earlier honey, but your father got an amazing job offer in London last night. We have to move today or we'll miss it. And don't worry, you'll still get to be with your friends. Tucker's family is moving too!" my mom beamed.

No. No. This couldn't be happening. If I left, who was going to protect Amity Park? What about Sam? I ran up to my room, ignoring my parents' protests. I turned ghost and flew over to Sam's house, landing in her bedroom. Sam and Tucker were already there, sitting on the mammoth-sized bed.

"Finally, you're here. You won't believe what my parents told me this morning!" Tucker said.

"Let me guess, you're moving to London." I said dryly.

"How did you know?" Tucker asked, shocked.

"Because... I'm moving too."

I put my headphones on and turned the volume on my iPod up all the way, tuning out my parent's non-stop apologizing. Tucker, unfortunately, wasn't going to be moving for another month, so I would have no one to talk to, not even Jazz. She was allowed to stay in Amity Park for her senior year of high school, and then she was off to Yale.

"I'm going to miss you so much." Sam whispered, holding back tears. I spun the ring on her finger around, and pressed my lips to hers.

"We'll keep in touch, okay? I can fly over sometimes, there must be portals from London into Amity Park."

"I love you." she said.

"I love you, too."

We'd decided to stay together, and try the whole long- distance thing. I'd left Sam and Tucker with a few prototype ecto- guns I knew my parents wouldn't miss, the wrist rays, a spare Thermos, and of course the Fenton Phones. I doubted that many ghosts would attack, since usually the only reason ghosts even showed up in Amity Park was because of me, but better safe than sorry.

We touched down on the runway several hours later, and drove in the rental car for another hour to our apartment, 222B Baker Street. None of our furniture had been shipped over yet, so I had to sleep on the floor while my parents cleared out a spot for the Ghost Portal downstairs.

I sighed and pulled out my phone. 30 new texts, all from Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. I tapped out a few quick replies, then clicked the phone off and attempted to sleep.