Written on the spur of the moment. Because I think Dani's really cool. And Jamie is so cute.

(Yes I know! Thousand and one stories to update omg but I mean okay it's not like my stories really have a lot of crazy readers right so yeahh I'm entitled to spamming stories I think)

(Besides I just made my 'Getting Fixed' story a twoshot and I think I may stop the oneshots for now because you know ultra spammage)

To continue or not to continue this tale, that is the question! (yeah, okay, I'm kind of really tired now.)

Hope you enjoy?

Dani had been called many things. Annoying. Reckless. A nuisance. Crazy. Wild. Vulnerable. Naïve. Street-smart. And, on one occasion, created to serve a crazy old fruit-loop.

She was not usually called thoughtful. But she was pretty sure that was what she was being now.

She kicked at the snow on the ground, wondering where she should go and get some food. She should probably go ghost and find some shelter, and some food – but it was so nice just to stroll along the pavement like a normal human, the snow falling gently around her, with no ghosts to battle or fight off.

Dani glanced up as she neared a park. She could see a couple of kids her age messing around – a scrawny boy with messy brown hair, a large girl with a tutu, a pair of dark-skinned twins, a slim, pretty girl in a hat, a small, geeky-looking boy. She could hear them laughing as they flung snow at each other, toppling and pushing each other over, and something clenched in her heart.

She wouldn't give up her powers or abilities for the world. But sometimes, every once in a while, she wished that she could have a normal, carefree life like that too. Like any other eleven-year-old.

Then she shook her head, determinedly. She liked doing what she did. She liked travelling the world, and exploring, and helping out wherever she could, leaving her own mark on the world, doing her own brand of good, the way Danny always saved Amity Park again and again.

As she walked along the park, the brown-haired boy looked up and grinned at her.

It was instinctive. Dani grinned back.

"Hey!" the boy called, and he stumbled over and beamed brightly at her. "Are you new here? I've never seen you around Burgess before!"

Burgess. Right. That was where she was.

Dani shrugged, and smiled at him. "I'm kind of just passing through."

"Hey, you wanna join in the snowball fight?" the boy smiled at her. "We were thinking boys versus girls, but we've only got like two girls and there's four of us boys, so it's not really fair, even though Monty isn't really good at this – "

He looked at her hopefully.

Dani looked over at the group of kids standing in the snow, waiting for their friend. Getting invited to join a snowball fight? Usually, she didn't have the time to do stuff like this, even though she still liked having fun where she still could. After all, she was on her own, drifting from place to place. Kids tended to avoid her and her scruffy clothing. But she didn't really have anything to do right now (Burgess seemed pretty peaceful), and he was grinning at her so brightly, looking like he actually really wanted her to join in –

"Okay, sure," she said.

His face brightened. "Really? Awesome!" And then, as if remembering himself, told her, "I'm Jamie."

She grinned at him: "My name's Dani."

"THAT WAS AWESOME!"

Jamie laughed at the black-haired girl jumping around in the snow, emerging triumphantly from the hastily-made fort she, Cupcake and Pippa had built. The girl was, quite simply put, amazing. She moved like lightning, leaping and darting and throwing snowballs at him and the rest of the boys with deadly accuracy.

She'd looked kind of lonely, making her way along the pavement in her red hat and jacket and her jeans; and it was because of that that Jamie had run along and asked her to join the game. She looked like she could use some fun.

Speaking of fun –

"Hey, Jamie!"

The eleven-year-old nearly fell over in the snow as he spun around, a huge grin splitting his face: "Jack!"

The white-haired winter spirit laughed as he landed on the ground next to him, lightly. "How's it going, kid?"

"You just missed one of the best snowball fights we've had the whole year," Jamie told him.

"Yeah?" Jack was grinning at him, as if doubting the amount of fun they had with snowball fights without him around.

"Yeah, there's this girl we got to play with us, her name's Dani – "

"Hey, Jack!"

"JACK! We missed you!"

It was then that the rest of the kids started swarming around the winter spirit, who laughed as he was tackled to the ground.

And then he raised his head to see the dark-haired girl behind the kids looking over at him with a slightly guarded look, as if worried that he would suddenly attack her. Her stance shifted, slightly – and Jack recognised it immediately as a fighting stance. It was the same kind of stance the other Guardians like Bunny and North dropped into instantly, when expecting danger.

This girl knew how to fight.

"You can see me?" he asked, clambering to his feet and brushing some snow off, shaking his head of white hair.

"Yeah," she said. "Am I supposed to not see you?"

"You can see him!" Jamie cheered. "Dani, this is Jack Frost, he brings the snow and the blizzards and everything – but you should know that, right? Since you believe in him?"

Dani blinked. "Since I believe in him?"

Jack's mind went into overdrive. How could this girl see him if she didn't believe in him?

"Yeah," he said, looking at her thoughtfully. "Only kids who believe in me can see me."

Dani looked at him, and Jack thought he could see the wheels in her brain spinning and turning, trying to make sense of the situation. "Guess I must be special. You're a ghost, aren't you?"

Jack laughed. "You could say so. I'm the winter spirit."

"The winter spirit," Dani repeated. "Sounds cool." And then almost at once the guarded expression on her face fell, and a grin was spreading across her face. "So how good are you at snowball fights?"

"Oh, better than you'll ever be," Jack told her.

A glint had come into her eyes. "You wanna bet?"

It was incredible. The girl had beaten him.

Night had fallen long ago, and Jack had just flown out the window from Jamie's room. After the epic snowball fight, after which Dani had spent at least five minutes dancing across the snow, they'd all headed home, Dani refusing all offers of guidance, reassuring them that she'd be fine making her way through a town she hardly knew. Jack could still remember the way she darted and ducked, evading the snowballs almost effortlessly; how she flung the snowballs at him with ruthless and deadly precision.

He'd never seen anyone move like that. Much less a kid.

He wondered about Dani. She'd refused to give a surname, had refused all offers of help, had seemed to be familiar enough with making her way around on her own. And the way she'd slipped into a fighting stance, as if she'd been fighting for months, or years. But the kid was only eleven. There was no way she could –

"So, you're Jack Frost?"

He nearly let out a yelp and swung his staff around, only to find a girl floating behind him, her hair a brilliant white, her eyes a dazzling green, dressed in some sort of black-and-white suit with a fancy 'D' on it. She looked like she was about Jamie's age.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

She grinned at him, and turned so she was floating upside-down.

"I'm Dani Phantom," she said.

Hmm. I don't know. What do you guys think?