Like I said in the description, Butch Hartman created Danny Phantom. Not me. I also do not own Danny Phantom. The cartoon is owned by Nickelodeon.

Now here's what I couldn't put in the description (cause there wasn't enough room). This is my own continuation with some new characters I created. However the episode "Kindred Spirits" never happened in this series. So sorry people, but Dani will not be in this story. She is replaced by someone else. To avoid confusion, I will tell you all that the first Episode of this series replaces the first episode of Season 3 of the real Danny Phantom show, which was "Eye for an Eye."

So now that I got that out of the way, Enjoy!

"Did you finish your science project?"

"No."

"What about that poetry assignment?"

"Nope."

"History questions?"

"What do you think?" Danny paused, hand halfway into his locker, looking back at Tucker.

"No?"

"No." Danny nodded and grabbed the books he'd need for his morning classes.

"Who was it this time?" Sam asked, holding Danny's backpack open for him as he dumped the books inside.

"Skulker got a few new upgrades for his suit, which he decided to test out on me, and Johnny made Kitty mad again, so I had to deal with both of them. Then the Box Ghost decided he might want to add cylindrical containers to his arsenal of doom, and released all the ghost that were inside." Danny sighed and slammed his locker shut. "I had to spend the rest of the night hunting them all down again. There were two days' worth of ghost in there! Not to mention the Red Huntress thought it would be a good time to make an appearance."

Danny grabbed is backpack from Sam and slung it over his shoulder.

"Dude, we could have helped you, why didn't you call us?" Tucker asked, checking his PDA for the most recent list of caught ghosts to see just who Danny had to recapture last night.

"The same reason I'm going to get three detentions today. Our schoolwork. I'm the one that told you guys I could handle a night on my own so you could get your own homework done." They headed off down the hall, paying little attention to the conversations going on around them.

"Hey, look on the bright side! You're actually on time for once." Tucker grinned, trying his best to cheer Danny up.

"Yeah, but he doesn't have any of his work done. You should have called us, then we could have worked on everything together," Sam said as they stopped next to Tucker's locker.

"Ew, losers. Let's go." The trio of friends turned to see Paulina and her satellite looking at them in disgust.

"Come on, I want to find Alan and invite him to my party." Paulina gave them one more contemptible glare, more so to Sam than Tucker and Danny, before walking away with Star just behind her. Sam's glare followed the Latina as she disappeared in the crowd of students, while Danny listened to the conversations going on around them.

Most of which, he realized, were centered on the boy Paulina had just mentioned.

"Have you guys met Alan?" Danny asked.

"He's the new A-lister, right? He hasn't even been at school that long, but he's already one of the most popular guys in here!" Tucker flipped through various files on his PDA, pulling up a graph on the popularity of Casper High students. Alan's name was just below Dash and Paulina.

"I think I have a class with him, but really I'd rather not think about the A-listers. They're all arrogant and full of themselves." Sam scowled.

"Yeah." Danny listened in on a few more conversations. "Hopefully he'll be as oblivious as them."

"Kind of like you?" Tucker teased.

"What does that mean?" Danny asked while Sam subtly stomped on Tucker's foot.

"That you're oblivious to how obvious you can be?"

Sam nodded to Tucker behind Danny's back. "Some people have noticed that you always disappear around ghost attacks. You're lucky everyone else is so oblivious, but that doesn't mean you have to be. You still need to be careful," Sam chided.

"As soon as I can successfully make a duplicate, I'll get right one that. It'd be great to be able to fight ghosts and be in class at the same time." Danny shut Tucker's locker for him as the techno-geek shouldered his own backpack, and they made their way to their first class. It was a blessed reprieve for Danny to actually sit down before the bell. Well, at the same time it rang, technically. But either way, he was on time for class.

"Anyways, what are you thinking about Alan? Not everything has to be ghost related, you know," Sam said when the bell finished ringing.

"I don't know, we live in Amity Park, fight ghosts every day. If something strange is going on, it's usually ghost related." Danny frowned, sliding down in his seat.

"Man, you sound like your parents. He's a popular rich kid, he probably has popular rich kid things to do." Tucker shrugged. Danny nodded absently, eyes on the door to classroom. His brow furrowed as a boy with dark hair walked passed, smiling and waving when he saw Danny watching.

"Yeah, maybe."

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When the bell signaling the end of the day finally went, Danny sighed in relief, slipping out of his seat and rushing to meet Sam and Tucker, who he didn't share his final class with, at the front of the school. Danny grinned when he heard their conversation.

"Eating nothing but meat all your life is extremely unhealthy."

"Eating only that gross green stuff is! You have to take those supplements all the time."

"You do know that the lettuce on those triple meaty Nasty burgers are vegetables, right?"

"That doesn't count!"

"Yes it does, and - oh, hey Danny. No detention?" The halfa couldn't help but laugh.

"Luckily, no. No strong ghosts attacked today, so I didn't end up being late for any of my classes. Lancer even gave me an extension on that English project."

"Sweet, should we get a Nasty Burger to celebrate?" Tucker grinned in Sam's direction, gloating at her less than impressed expression at the mention of the fast food place.

"Sure." Danny nodded, and he looked to Sam for her choice. "Come on, Sam. I'll even pay for your salad."

"You don't have to do that Danny, I'll go anyways, and prove to Tucker that lettuce on a burger does count." Sam raised an eyebrow when Danny picked up her backpack. "You don't have to do that."

"But I will," Danny smiled back.

Tucker coughed. "Lovebirds."

"We are not lovebirds!" Danny and Sam predictably chorused, both of them rounding on the techno-geek.

"Um…."

Danny was the first to see the boy standing behind them, at the foot of the stairs. He had dark brown hair, and was smiling nervously at them.

"Hi, I'm Alan," the boy said kind of shyly, still smiling.

"We know," Sam said warily.

"You're in my geography class, right?" Alan asked.

"Yes." Sam nodded.

"This isn't the best location to do this, you know. The lockers are inside," Danny said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.

"Uh...what?" Alan, who had been walking up the stairs, paused.

"Well, you're an A-lister, and you approached us, which means Danny here gets to practice his contortionism," Tucker explained, a little confused that Alan hadn't tried anything yet.

"I knew today was going too well, especially after the night I had," Danny sighed. "Here, let me help you. I'll even go inside and open a locker so half the work will be done."

"I uhh...just wanted to say hi," Alan defended himself.

"Right. It's kind of what you A-listers do, isn't it? Stuff losers like us-"

"I'm a geek, not a loser!"

"-into lockers, then go to some party at Dash's or Paulina's place." Danny glared at Alan, not at all liking how innocent he was pretending to be.

"I'm not like that. I'm still new, you know? Haven't been in Amity very long, besides Paulina, who was the first person to talk to me, I don't really know anyone else." Alan shook his head, but the trio wouldn't believe it. They had too many bad experiences with A-listers.

"Sorry, man, not falling for it," Tucker scoffed.

"Danny, forget about it, let's just go to Nasty Burger," Sam urged.

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Danny shuffled into school, head down, a wide yawn splitting his face.

"I don't think I'll ever get a full night's sleep again," Danny mumbled as he stopped next to Sam and Tucker.

"Don't forget the homework!" Tucker piped up with a grin on his face. Danny groaned again as he reached into his backpack, hand groping for the papers he knew he would find shoved at the bottom beneath his textbooks and notebooks.

"Did you finish this time?" Sam asked.

"Almost. I should at least get a fifty on it," Danny answered as he pulled the latest sheet of math questions out of his purple bag.

"Dude, that's if you got them all right," Tucker pointed out.

"Thanks, Tuck. As if I wasn't worried enough already." Danny shot a quick glare at his best friend. "Sam, can I at least compare my stuff to yours so I know what I got right?"

"Sure." Sam rummaged through her own spider backpack and pulled out her homework while they walked down the hall.

"Are you going to copy the answers?" Tucker asked, peering at Sam's sheet to compare it to his own answers.

"No. I'm just going to see if I got any questions I did answer wrong, and then try and fix them myself," Danny answered with his head down, eyes flitting between the two papers in his hand, groaning slightly whenever he found a question he'd answered wrong. The moment Danny had sat down at his desk, he pulled out a pencil and started reworking the wrong questions while using the precious minutes he had before class started to answer a few more. While doing this, he shoved Sam's homework back towards her, insisting that he didn't want to cheat.

Sam took it back without complaint while Tucker leaned back in his own seat on Danny's left.

"Dude, just think, don't you sometimes wish-"

"Tucker, no!" Danny suddenly shouted, jumping to his feet and lunging across the aisle to press his hand over Tucker's mouth. This effectively quelled the rest of his best friend's sentence, and also caused a few heads to turn in their direction. Danny's ears burned as he sat back down to a chorus of snickers and taunts courtesy of the jocks at the front of the class.

"She's the last person I want to deal with right now," Danny huffed, turning back to his school work.

"You can't exactly stop everyone anytime they're going to say the words I- uh, those words," Tucker chuckled when Danny glared at him again.

"I can try," Danny mumbled, then sighed when their math teacher walked in and called for last night's homework to be handed in up front. He slid out of his desk, trudged up the aisle, and dropped the unfinished worksheet onto the growing pile.

"At least no one else seems to say it." Tucker shrugged, trying to be helpful, but this just caused Sam and Danny to groan. "What?"

"Bad Luck Tuck, you just jinxed it," Sam taunted while Danny pressed his head against his desk.

By some miracle, they managed to last for the entire first period before the jinx took effect. They were walking through the crowded halls in the middle of a class change when the disgruntled voice of a student shouted over the tumult of noise.

"I wish!" Was the only thing said, but it was enough. Farther down the hall, there was a swirl of green smoke, and Desiree appeared floating above the students, who promptly started to scream and run away. Tucker grinned sheepishly at Danny, who immediately ran into the closest janitor's closet while Desiree shouted her familiar catchphrase.

"So you have wished it, so shall it be!" Just as she finished, lockers started breaking free from the walls, sprouting arms and legs, and chased the resident bullies. Anyone they captured would be hoisted into their surprisingly strong arms, and promptly stuffed inside. Needless to say, it was chaos when Danny Phantom arrive. Rogue lockers were running through the screaming throngs of students, diving every which way to get a hold of their intended targets, while Desiree laughed above the chaos.

"Desiree!" Danny shouted, catching the genie's attention. He flew forwards to attack her, but was stopped by a wall of sentient lockers. Danny pivoted, avoiding their outstretched arms, while sending ecto-blasts in their directions. The lockers were thrown back, dented and burned beyond repair, and they stayed immobile on the floor, limbs flailing as they tried to rise from flat backs. Tucker, who was offering no assistance whatsoever, laughed at the spectacle from the side of the hall.

His way now clear, Danny returned his focus to the cause of the mess and once again flew towards Desiree, sending a powerful ectoblast in her direction. She dodged it easily and flung her arms out. A soft glow surrounded several of the lockers lining the hall before her, and they too separated from the wall, creaking and groaning as they lunged for Danny. He was forced to abandon his pursuit of the genie in exchange for protecting the still lingering students who had noticed Danny Phantom fighting, and wanted to cheer their hero on. They were forced back by Tucker until it was only the trio, the lockers, and Desiree standing in the hall.

"Danny, the wish!" Sam shouted, reminding the halfa of the only sure-fire way to defeat the famed genie.

"Oh yeah!" Danny grinned and punched the nearest locker, breaking through their ranks. "Desiree, I wish…"

But Desiree was gone. Danny blinked at the spot she had last occupied, but wasn't able to remain that way for long. One of the sentient lockers had managed to sneak up on him and pinned his arms to his side. He yelped as he was unceremoniously stuffed inside of the locker.

"Danny!" He heard his friends shout. There were several moments where all he heard was the scuff of sneakers, banging of locker doors, and the unmistakable sucking noise of the Fenton Thermos. Then, Danny felt the sensation of falling backwards, and his head thudded against the inside of the locker as it toppled to the floor. The door swung open, and Tucker helped Danny out of it while Sam sucked it into the Fenton Thermos.

"Great, both jocks and ghosts want to stuff me in lockers," Danny grumbled, rubbing the sore spot on his head. "Did you guys see where Desiree went?"

"No, she just disappeared," Sam shook her head while Danny changed back into his human form, settling into the poor posture that always accompanied his human half.

"Now I know I'm just going to have to fight her again later tonight." Danny looked around the hall, and the empty spaces where all the lockers that were now trapped inside the thermos had been. "Aw, man! One of those was my locker!"

"Maybe they'll give you Poindexter's locker again," Tucker suggested, sighing in relief when he saw that his own locker was still stuck firmly to the wall.

"The mirror is broken now anyways, it wouldn't matter," Sam pointed out.

"Doesn't mean he isn't still haunting it." he shrugged.

"I really hope not. Knowing my luck, he'd probably try to take me over again." Danny returned to the janitor's closet he had earlier commandeered and retrieved his abandoned backpack.

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"So what are you going to do about Desiree?" Sam asked while she picked at her salad.

"I don't know. I looked around for her a little after school, but couldn't find her. Plus, she was too quick to run away during our fight."

"I think she just knows not to stick around long enough for you to make the wish," Tucker said through his mouthful of Mighty Meaty burger.

"We need a plan, for next time." Danny nodded in agreement, staring down at his own burger. The trio was currently sitting at the Nasty Burger, having been let out of school a little over an hour ago, and met up here not too long ago. Luckily, since there was football and cheerleading practice tonight, the restaurant was devoid of A-listers.

"The biggest problem you have is trying to deal with her creations," Sam reasoned, recalling past fights against Desiree. "They're too big of a distraction, and give her time to get away while you're busy fighting them."

"So, next time, you guys deal with the annoying wishes, and I deal with Desiree?" Danny asked.

"Pretty much."

"Hey! I didn't agree to that!" Tucker protested.

"But you'll do it," Sam said sternly, and Tucker hastily nodded, fearing another bruise would be added to the growing collection on his shins.

"But how are you going to find her? You can't exactly just wait around for someone to make a wish."

"We don't have to." Sam smirked, staring intently at Tucker, who did not like that look at all.

"There's really no better way to do this?" Tucker shouted up at the tree-tops. Sam and Danny, in his ghost form, were perched invisible among the tree branches, waiting to instigate their plan, while Tucker stood in the clearing below. The sun was low now, and they were in the middle of the park, where there would be fewer people to get caught up in the fight.

"Sorry, Tuck. It's your bad luck that got us into this mess," Sam taunted somewhere from above. The techno-geek glared aimlessly into the leaves, searching for any sign of the two invisible figures he knew were somewhere over his head.

"Fine, but you owe me a Triple Meaty Cheesy Melt!" Tucker declared, pointing to the sky. Sam grimaced in disgust, but agreed.

"Yes!" Tucker pumped his fist, then looked around the clearing. "So, I just say it?"

"If she's still in Amity, she'll hear it," Danny confirmed.

"Okay… hey, wait, if that's true, why don't you just wish from here?"

"Tried that. It doesn't work some reason, probably because it needs her presence and direct involvement to actually work. Come on, Tuck. I'm already late for curfew."

"Okay, okay! I wish I had the new PDA XL 5!" Tucker shouted to the sky.

"That's really his wish?" Sam whispered to Danny.

"It's not like it can cause a lot of damage," Danny shrugged, and they waited. A moment later, there was a puff of green smoke, and Desiree appeared. She smiled at Tucker, and the PDA he requested appeared in her hands.

Tucker practically squealed and jumped for the device, his role in their plan all but forgotten, while Sam and Danny waited for the perfect moment to descend. Tucker's hands closed around the device and his fingers immediately started flying across the button until they suddenly stilled and he dropped to his knees.

"Ah!" Tucker cried out in pain, and Sam and Danny, forgoing their secrecy, jumped out of the tree and ran to his side.

"Tucker!" They shouted, kneeling beside their shocked friend. His wide eyes were fixed on the screen of the PDA. Danny's eyes flashed, and he spun around to face Desiree, who was grinning wildly. He launched several ecto-blasts that she was forced to evade. Just as Danny was about to wish her away, Sam called for him.

"He's not talking to me!" Sam said, her voice laced with panic. Danny, more worried for his friend then the ghost in front of him, immediately abandoned the fight and rushed to Tucker's side. Desiree, still laughing, flew away.

"Tucker? Hey, Tuck, say something!" Danny grabbed the techno-geeks shoulder and started to shake him. The abrupt action seemed to work, and as he swayed, Tucker blinked and his eyes became focused again.

"Wah?"

"Tucker, what happened?" Danny asked, immediately checking his best friend's hands for any sign of injury. Tucker looked at him blankly for a moment, then back to the PDA in his hands. He pointed at the screen.

"It doesn't work."

Danny's hands stilled, and his eyes met Sam's, both sharing a look of disbelief.

"What was that?" Sam asked, although no clarification was needed.

"The PDA, it doesn't work."

The halfa and the Goth glared at the techno-geek, and Sam swiftly punched him in the shoulder.

"Hey, what was that for?" Tucker asked, holding a hand to the former bruise.

"We thought you were hurt! We finally had Desiree, without any minions even, but Danny couldn't fight her because we were worried about you!" Sam shouted.

"Oh… sorry?"

"Ugh, never mind." Sam shook her head. "We'll just have to try again tomorrow."

"Will I still be the bait?" Tucker asked, a slight whimper in his voice.

"Yeah, you'll still be the bait," Sam and Danny agreed.

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Mr. Lancer's English class was, as usual, boring for all who attended. The overweight teacher himself was tempted to just stop his lecture, drop into his chair and fall asleep. Maybe not even go through all that effort. He might just lean his head against the chalkboard and close his eyes. But he was a teacher, and he wouldn't do that.

"This is so boring!" A certain Latina at the back of the class moaned, voicing everyone's thoughts. However, Danny thought her next words were a poor choice. "I wish something interesting would happen!"

A wisp of blue mist poured out of Danny's mouth as a lilting voice echoed around the room. "So you have wished it, so shall it be!"

Books and papers around the rooms started to morph into small green ghosts, and when the students all jumped out of their desks, screaming, those too changed. Identical phenomenon was occurring all around the school and the students of Casper High, in a panic despite their continuous contact with ghosts, poured into the halls and out the school doors. During this chaos, no one noticed a certain trio disappear into a janitor's closet. A bright light could momentarily be seen under the door, and Danny Phantom emerged into a mostly empty hallway (minus the small green terrors) with Sam Manson and Tucker Foley behind him.

"You guys take care of these ghosts inside, while I get Desiree!" Danny instructed. Sam and Tucker nodded, reaching for their Fenton Thermoses, and the bounded down the hall in opposite directions. Danny shot off a few ecto-blasts at the nuisances around him before flying up through the ceiling to hover above the school. He was scanning the sky for the genie he had faced before, preparing the wish that would inevitably defeat her and rid the school of her creations, when he saw the other ghost.

In a single word, it could be described as blue. His skin was tinged a like blue, and his hair (also blue, but a shiny, baby-blue color), which looked a little frozen, was spiked upright. He wore a jumpsuit sort of like Danny's but it was all dark gray and fell loosely around the ghost's frame, no doubt because it was too baggy. He didn't have a belt like Danny does though. His boots were the same as Danny's but they were light blue and didn't have his pants tucked into them. His white gloves were also similar to Danny's but were also loose on him. If the situation weren't so serious, Danny may have laughed at the fact that the ghost had a cape around his collar, which was also had the same color as his boots. He didn't really want to admit that the ghost looked kind of cool in it.

Danny hesitated a moment, unsure of what to do with this unfamiliar ghost, and was surprised when it bee-lined for the genie flying above the parking lot. Danny was impressed when the ghost spun around and delivered a powerful kick to her side when he reached her, and decided to wait and see what would happen before interrupting the fight. Who knew, maybe this new ghost would be good.

Desiree, taken by surprise, flew through the air and collided with one of the stationary cars below. She growled and spun around, no doubt excepting Danny himself to be floating in the sky, the usual smug grin on his. The expression on Desiree's face when she saw the new ghost was priceless.

"You're not the ghost boy!" Desiree gasped in her usual loud voice.

"Well, not the ghost boy, although I am a boy, and I am a ghost." The blue ghost gave her a smile and giggled a bit. "But, could you please stop this? I don't really want to fight you."

"Any wish that I hear will be granted! You will not stop me!" Desiree cried.

The blue ghost sighed and got serious. He then thrusted his hand out and a powerful ecto-blast shot out towards Desiree.

Desiree just barely dodged the attack and let out a cry of outrage. With a swing of her arms the minions she had created converged on the blue ghost. He spun around and flew quickly away, so that they were no longer surrounding him, then stopped and faced them. Beams of ice and ecto-blasts issued from his palms and burst through the ranks of weak ghosts. However, the ghosts didn't freeze after being hit by the ice blasts. They seemed to have extreme internal pain while shivering quite a bit before collapsing onto the ground. The few that survived redoubled their efforts and charged again. This time when they approached, the blue ghost didn't turn away. Instead, he dropped into a practiced fighter's stance while midair and his palm shot out, connecting with the first of the smaller ghosts. It shrieked and plummeted, splatting comically against the street pavement, and a cheer rose from the students watching the fight.

Among them were Tucker and Sam, who had come outside when Desiree's creations fled the school. They, like Desiree had been, were expecting to see Danny flying up there, and were equally surprised as the halfa and genie were when the saw the new ghost. Sam spotted Danny observing from above the school, then returned her attention to the fight.

The blue ghost had just sent another ghost to the ground when one snuck up behind him and, while emitting a high pitched cackle, blasted him. The new ghost was shoved a few feet through the air, but otherwise stayed flying and above the ground. He whirled on the ghost responsible and blasted it back. When he turned back to face the rest, he saw that they were all gone. Only Desiree was left, and she didn't look too pleased about it. The blue ghost, however, seemed pleased as he happily smiled while quickly getting prepared to defend himself. Danny was impressed, if a little wary. He knew that among ghosts he was fairly powerful, but this new one was fighting Desiree easily. Something Danny hadn't been able to do so well his first time around.

The genie raised her hands, preparing to make more minions, but was stopped when her opponent barreled into her, delivering a powerful punch. Desire, not much used to fighting herself, struggled to counter his blows. As the new ghost charged in for another attack, Desire's hand turned into a giant hammer. The blue ghost tried to stop, but before he could Desire hit him right in the face, hardly. This sent the ghost a few hundred yards away. The ghost flew back to her and wiped the small amount of blood on his face. "Ow...you're strong but don't you think you should be more on your guard?" The ghost said, still smiling.

"How about you wish for it then?"

The blue ghost then started flying towards her. He ducked under Desiree's arms as she reached out to grab him, and lunged forwards, elbowing her in the stomach.

Desiree gasped and he grabbed her arms tightly, flinging her over his shoulder and onto the ground, much to the enjoyment of their spectators.

The blue ghost flew down and landed beside her, crossed his arms and smiled, proud of himself that he won his first ghost fight. His face quickly got serious when Desiree tried to get back up.

"Now get out of here." The blue ghost warned her, threatening her with an ecto-charged fist. Knowing she would have almost no chance of winning, Desire got up and started flying away.

"You will pay for this, child!" She said angrily, flying away afterwards.

"Cool! Dude, he's so strong!" Tucker exclaimed when Danny appeared beside him and Sam. Their eyes lingered on the unknown ghost.

"Tucker, I think you have a man crush," Sam taunted. "Or a man ghost crush."

"Hey! My only love is technology!" Tucker protested. "Besides, there's no way he's as strong as Danny.

"I don't know, guys." Danny shook his head, drawing disbelieving stares from his friends. "I mean, we have to wish Desiree away every time we fight her. I've never actually fought her off, but he just did. Whoever that ghost is, he's powerful."

"But he's a good guy, right?" Tucker asked.

"Maybe. He did just defend the school," Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, but how come we've never seen him before? I mean, any ghosts that come to the human world usually do it to terrorize humans. The ones that wouldn't are always content to stay in the Ghost Zone, besides the Dairy King. But if he is defending humans, why only start now?" Danny frowned.

"Maybe this is his first time out of the Ghost Zone?" Tucker offered. "A lot of the ghosts never leave, and usually they only do it fight. But there are ghosts that just want to explore. He might just be one of them."

Danny made a noncommittal noise in response to Tucker's very valid theory. Just this once, maybe the explanation really could be that simple. But for some reason, Danny just couldn't believe it.

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The next week was frustrating. Danny's ghost sense would go off in the middle of class, and he'd give his customary excuse. But whenever he went to face the threat, the ice ghost was already taking care of it. He stuck around for the entirety of the first few fights, looking for his chance to save the day. It never came. Over the past few days, Danny would only stay for a couple minutes, to see if the ice ghost had a handle on it, since his skills obviously weren't required. The teachers were surprised at his quick returns. A few even complimented him on it, but he didn't pay attention. Usually he was scowling about the way the ice ghost would wave when he saw Danny, and give a small, almost apologetic smile. It annoyed him to no end.

Danny glared at the clouds as they passed overhead. He sat up, crossing his legs, and watched the shadow that was creeping over the Ops Centre towards him. Danny felt like he wasn't needed, because of this new icy ghost that kept showing up. Every time he went to fight, that ghost appeared and tried to do his job for him. Not to mention that, but this ghost even seemed to be better than him.

The shadow flowed over Danny as he scowled. He didn't want to feel useless. He needed to know that he was still strong, that he could protect everyone better than this ghost. Danny jumped to his feet. There was only one way that he could put his mind at ease. He had to beat this ghost in a fight, it was the only way, or at least he thought that way.

He stood with his fists clenched at his side while the white rings formed around his waist. Danny took off into the sky, soaring high above Amit Park, eyes scouring the streets. When Danny's ghost sense went off, he immediately flew down. The ice ghost seemed to appear every time another ghost attacked, so this would be the perfect opportunity to find him. Danny floated a few feet above the street as the familiar shout of "Beware!" filled the air.

"Hey, Boxy!" Danny shouted as the most annoying ghost in the Ghost Zone flew into the street. The Box Ghost spotted him, but his normal challenge was cut off as a blue boot collided with his face. Box Ghost shouted in surprise and Danny's eyes widened, then he frowned.

Danny was hoping a fight would draw the ice ghost. He was also hoping there would actually be a fight before that happened. He was about to fly forwards, take over and do his job before someone else could, but it was already too late. The ice ghost had recovered from delivering his attack and fired an ectoblast, making the Box Ghost to flee away in panic.

Danny frowned when the ice ghost spotted him and waved before flying down a side street. He came here intending to fight, but watching the ghost he just wasn't sure. Maybe this ghost really did have good intentions. Danny was about to turn away, give the ghost the benefit of the doubt like he did for the Dairy King, when he heard a scream.

Danny's eyes widened and he zoomed after the ice ghost. Rounding the corner, he saw a cluster of civilians screaming and running from the blue-haired figure, and a little girl sprawled across the sidewalk.

"I knew it!" Danny hissed. This ghost was dangerous, not helpful, and the people of Amity Park still need him. He flew forwards, yanking the ghost up by his collar, and slamming him against a lamppost. The little girl, who had recovered, shrieked and ran away.

"Listen, ghost. I was willing to think you just might be good after all, even if you constantly interfere, but not anymore!" Danny shouted.

"Whoa, wait, wait, wait, what?" The ice ghost stuttered. Danny started drawing back his fist. The ghost turned intangible and flew through Danny to get out of his grasp and Danny's knuckles struck the metal, denting it. He spun around to face the ice ghost, who had fallen into a defensive stance.

Danny jumped forwards, too angry to think of using ecto-blasts, and attempted several times to simply hit the ghost with the force of his fury. The ghost dodged every single punch, sliding fluidly out of the way. Danny spun around, giving the ghost a roundhouse kick, but he just jumped away several feet and frowned, looking a little bit annoyed.

"Would it be too much to ask what I did?" The ghost asked.

"You tried to take my place, and you tried to hurt my people," Danny said, passing on the opportunity for banter, and fired off several powerful ecto-blasts. The ghost quickly swiped his arm up through the air, and a shield of ice sprung up from the ground to block the blasts. A moment later the shield was destroyed as Danny plowed into it with ecto-plasmically charged fists. The ice ghost, surprised at the rash attack, reacted purely on instinct. He grabbed Danny's wrist before his fist could hit him. Then his fist shot forwards, connecting squarely with Danny's chest, and sent the halfa flying.

"Oops," the ice ghost said, glancing at his fist.

"Danny! Are you okay?"

The halfa, recovering from the sudden blow, looked up to see Sam and Tucker standing nearby. He glared at Tucker, who had spoken.

"Sorry, standard question." Tucker shrugged.

"I'll be right back," Danny said, jumping to his feet and flying forwards. He hit a shield of ice, abruptly raised by his opponent at the last minute. The way he bounced off of it was almost comical, and he slid across the ground and ended up back at his friends' feet.

"Dude, this ghost isn't half bad." Tucker whistled, impressed.

Sam promptly elbowed the techno-geek. "'Dude', that ghost is winning!"

"Yeah, Danny, you're getting your butt kicked." Tucker stared down at the halfa sitting at his feet.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Danny growled. He stood once again and attacked. He knew that he was losing, even if the other ghost hadn't truly fought back yet, but he couldn't clear his head to fight properly. Because of this, only a few of his hit had managed to land, and he lacked his normal strength. He could have made up for it by attempting to duplicate, or using stronger attacks like his ghostly wail. But the ice ghost wasn't even attacking, so he decided not to. Not to mention the substantial damage that his ghostly wail could do, which he didn't want to bring down on the already unfortunate street.

"I didn't try to hurt anyone, ya know." the ghost said to Danny. Not believing him, Danny continued his attacks. Several cars were scorched from his dodged ecto-blasts, and already a few small, smoking craters were scattered across the street. Danny looked up from his scanning of the street to see the ice ghost hovering before him, taking his own assessment of the damage caused they their fighting. Danny took the moment of distraction to attack again. He flew bodily into his opponent, sending them both flying towards the ground. During the descent, the ice ghost grabbed Danny's arms and threw him over his shoulders. The halfa grunted as he fell against a car, a large Danny-sized dent appearing on its hood.

"Please dodge."

Danny's head shot up in time to see a small ice ball flying towards him. He immediately countered by throwing his own ecto-blast, and blue exploded against green. A wave of cold air swept through the street as shattered ice and snow burst around the shield. The halfa was momentarily blinded by the wall of white, and his friends behind him ducked their heads to avoid the snow. When they all looked up again, the ice ghost was gone.

The shield in front of Danny faded and he slammed a fist down on the car, adding another dent beside the first, as his friends ran forwards.

"That was the ghost that fought Desiree, right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Danny scowled, thinking back on that fight.

"I thought he was a good guy! Why did he start attacking you?" Tucker glanced at his PDA, where the very bare file on the ice ghost was situated, and stated to type in the events of the fight that just occurred.

"He didn't attack me," Danny corrected him.

"What? You attacked him?" Sam asked, staring at Danny in disbelief.

"Dude, why did you do that? You could have been allies, it would have been so cool!" Tucker threw up his arms.

"I heard a scream, he was there, people were running, a little girl was hurt!" Danny defended himself.

"Didn't he just say he didn't hurt anyone?" Tucker asked.

"It looked like he did! He didn't say anything before."

"And people have never mistaken you for a dangerous ghost?" Tucker asked. "Did you even consider it just looked bad?"

"I don't know! Maybe, no, not really, but…" Danny trailed off, tapping his foot nervously.

"Danny, what is it?" Sam pressed.

"I… I don't want to feel useless, like I'm not needed." The halfa muttered.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because he's better than me! He's stronger, faster, can defeat Desiree without wishing her away, and beat the others without a thermos. With him here, I'm not really needed, am I?" Danny asked, hanging his head.

"So you attacked him?" Asked Tucker, raising a skeptical brow.

"I had a reason! And… if I could beat him, then it means that I'm still needed, that I could fight someone he can't."

"Dude, we'll always need you," Tucker reassured.

"Yeah, Danny. You're the one that's been protected the town all this time. Without you, we would have been completely overwhelmed a long time ago," Sam added.

"Without me, the ghosts wouldn't have come in the first place," Danny responded, apparently adamant on his failures.

"You don't know that. Your parents could have figured out what they did wrong on their own, and then we'd be stuck without anyone to save us. It doesn't matter that there's a new ghost here now. Besides, this should kind of make things easier for you," Sam said.

"Yeah, man. You could actually pass your next text, how weird would that be!" Tucker grinned.

"At least there's a good reason I never pass," Danny shot back good-naturedly, his mood lifting.

"Hey, I have a good reason! Doom isn't going to play itself," Tucker crossed his arms.

"Yeah, whatever. Come on, Danny, we actually do have a test that needs to be studied for," Sam said. Danny nodded, running into an alley to transform, thankful that no one else had witnessed the fight and run out to meet the hero of Amity Park.

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Danny was glaring down at his notes as if they were Plasmius himself. If there was one thing he hated, it was studying. He reached blindly for a forkful of 'meat' from his lunch tray, scanning the sentence for possibly the eighth time in the last five minutes.

"I know you said I could pass this test, but I really doubt it," Danny groaned, dropping his forehead onto the lunchroom table.

"Dude, I'm all for passing a test, but what are you going to do about the ice ghost?" Tucker asked, completely ignoring his own study notes.

"Tucker kind of has a point," Sam agreed. This caused both Tucker and Danny to pause, the latter with his forkful of 'meat' halfway to his open mouth.

"What?"

"Did… did you just say studying wasn't important?" Tucker leaned forwards over the table.

"No, I said you have a point about this ice ghost," Sam clarified, glaring at the techno-geek.

"Uh-huh, sure you did." He grinned and sat back.

"Anyways, what are you going to do about this ghost? Is he good, bad? You can't really blindly attack him again."

Danny cringed, remembering yesterday's fight, and absently rubbed his still sore chest. "I'm not really sure."

"Maybe we should just talk to him, find out why he's here," Sam suggested.

Danny lowered his fork. "I don't really think he'd want to talk to me after what happened."

"Dude, that's why we'll go with you! I seriously doubt he's going to attack us. Besides, what was it you heard him say when he fought Desiree?" Tucker reassured the halfa.

"'I don't want to fight you'," Danny repeated.

"Exactly. He didn't want to fight Desiree, and he probably doesn't want to fight you. Just, don't provoke him," Sam smirked.

"Right." Danny sighed.

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"So, Sam, since this was your idea, I'll blame you." Tucker groaned over the Fenton Phones.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"… Not really."

"Then focus."

Tucker's grumbles echoed over the Fenton Phones as Danny scanned the town from above. They had left as soon as school ended to find the ice ghost, and had been searching for an hour now. So far there was no sight of the ice ghost, or any other ghost for that matter. Danny had hoping it would be as easy as yesterday, simply finding a ghost to fight and waiting for the ice ghost to show up and interfere. But so far there had been no ghost attacks. Not that the trio wasn't thankful for that.

Danny had touched down in someone's backyard, out of sight, and was thinking of where to look next. He wasn't sure what normal ghosts did when they weren't fighting. Johnny was the only one he knew who left the Ghost Zone for non-threatening reasons. Most of the time.

"Inviso-Bill?"

"It's Phantom, Danny Phantom," Danny corrected reflexively, then whipped around to look at who'd spoken. A little girl holding a red ball. The little girl Danny had seen before fighting the ice ghost.

"Phantom. Was the blue ghost bad?" She asked.

Danny blinked in surprise. "Uh…"

"Because you looked mad, and I thought he was that other scary ghost that's blue, but he wasn't, but you were still mad."

"I don't know. But that other blue ghost, the Box Ghost? He's not that scary. Harmless, really," Danny explained.

"Okay. The other one looked harmless too. I couldn't find my mommy, and I was crying, and he surprised me. I'm sorry I screamed. And tripped. But he's not bad, okay?"

Danny smiled softly and nodded. "Okay."

The girl grinned and ran back to her house. Danny watched for a moment before taking to the air again, now even more determined to find the ice ghost.

"Maybe we should just continue tomorrow?" Tucker suggested after a few minutes.

"I found him," Danny interrupted before Sam could retaliate. He was too high up to see what the ghost was doing, but the speck of blue against the dark roof stood out easily.

"Okay, we're on our way. Just… don't do anything before that."

Danny grumbled and touched down on an opposing rooftop, watching the ice ghost. Who didn't actually appear to be doing anything.

"Danny!" The halfa looked down to the street, where Sam and Tucker were waving up at him. He flew down, grabbed them, and flew them up onto the rooftop. Danny stepped back, allowing Sam and Tucker to approach first, just in case he actually did attack.

"Uh, Danny?" Tucker said, standing over the ghost.

"What?"

"The guy's asleep."

Danny blinked, and stepped forwards. Sure enough, when he looked down at the blue ghost, his eyes were closed and he didn't seem aware that the trio was there at all.

"Do ghosts even sleep?" Sam asked.

"No, they don't. I do, but I'm not really a normal ghost, am I?" Danny frowned, staring down at the ice ghost.

"I guess they do," Tucker mused. "What now, should we wake him up?"

"Just in case he isn't as nice as he seems, I don't really want to risk that." Danny shrugged, once again pressing a hand to his sore chest.

"Right. So, we do nothing?"

"Tucker, it's not like there's anything we can do. He's asleep, so we can't talk, and there really isn't a point in waiting around," Sam said.

"Cool. So, who's up for Dead Teacher VI?" Tucker grinned at his friends. Danny smirked, agreeing with what was probably the best idea he'd heard all day. He flew his friends to Sam's house, where the techno-geek took the liberty of commanding control of the impressive movie system. Before the movie even started, however, he and Sam started arguing about what snacks to have besides popcorn. More specifically, Sam wanted something along the lines of vegetables, and Tucker was demanding ordering some of the Nasty Burger's new chicken poppers. Danny, happy to sit out on the argument, simply watched from his seat on one of the plush chairs.

He had more pressing things to think about than the moral dilemmas of preferring a deep fried ball of chicken over carrot sticks. He still didn't know who the ice ghost was, or why he was here. Good or not, his sudden appearance was strange. Danny would have to try and approach him again. But until then, he had a movie to watch, and two best friends to stop from punching each other's lights out. Phantom couldn't spend his time being a hero.

Hope you liked the first episode! Episode 2 should be out fairly soon. You may mob me if it doesn't :P. ALSO, remember to check out Unlucky Alis! She was the one who co-written this with me :). Here's her page. u/7128228/