Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or its characters. I only own Regan and the other OCs.

Chapter 1

"Are we there yet?"

"Not yet."

"Oh…are we there yet?"

"No, Lottie."

"Okay…are we there yet?"

"Will you shut up already?"

"Regan! Don't tell your sister to 'shut up'!"

This was a typical conversation in the Knight family car. Except this time, it was different. Because they wouldn't be returning home.

"I can't believe you're dragging us all the way across the country. I've never even heard of Amity Park," fourteen-year-old Regan Knight complained as her father pulled onto the highway.

"It would be nice if you had a positive attitude about this, Regan," her mother, Carla, said, reaching back to hand five-year-old Jackson, commonly called Jax, a juice box.

Regan shrugged, rolling her dark blue eyes and leaning back in her seat. The family was moving to Amity Park, Minnesota, aka Nowheres-Ville, from their perfectly nice house in Iowa, all because of her father's new job, working for some group called the Guys in White, who had been looking for a new chemist.

And, as usual, she was stuck in between her two younger siblings, and was forced to listen to their constant chatter…for the entire five hour ride.

…

"Wait…we're not living here, are we?" Horrified, Regan stared out the car window at the large house they had pulled up in front of.

"Of course we are," her father, Paul, replied. "Welcome to your new home, kids."

"Look how big it is!" Seven-year-old Lottie cried in joy, flinging open the door and leaping out, with Jax following. "I love it!"

"I don't," Regan muttered, reluctantly climbing out of the car and staring up at the house. "It's too big. Way bigger than our old house."

It was true. Their old house had just been big enough for the five of them – it had been small, but cozy, and Regan had loved it. This house wasn't a mansion or anything, but it certainly was way too large and intimidating.

Her opinion was ignored, as was normal in her family. Paul opened the trunk, and he and Carla each picked up several boxes. "Regan, come help us unpack," Carla called, and Regan dutifully trotted over.

She lifted a small, light box. "Here, Lottie can take this one," she said. "Lottie, come – "

"No, no, I don't want her getting hurt," Carla interrupted. "Please, Regan, just try to be agreeable."

Not seeing how she wasn't being agreeable, Regan sighed and piled several other crates on top of the one she held. It seemed like even all the way across the country, her parents still treated her exactly the same.

…

Finally, the way-too-big house was starting to resemble an actual home. The movers had brought in all of their furniture, and Regan had semi-organized her bedroom, which, she had to admit, was larger and nicer than her old one. And she didn't even have to share with Lottie.

After giving her new room one final glance, Regan headed into her parents' bedroom. "I'm going out for a walk, okay?" she called in, and her mother glanced up.

"I don't know if I like the idea of you walking around in a new area alone," she said hesitantly. "Maybe we can all take a walk later, instead."

Regan resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing that if she did, it would only lead to trouble. And, as her mother had said, she had to at least try to be "agreeable." "Mom, come on," she begged. "I'll just go around the block. And you kept saying all the way here that this is the safest neighborhood around."

Carla looked uncertain, but Paul smiled. "Oh, just let her go. Nothing will happen."

With a sigh, her mother caved. "Alright. Just be careful."

"Cool, thanks," Regan exclaimed, and five minutes later, she was halfway around the block.

The neighborhood certainly was nice: Every house was prim and proper, with perfect lawns and neat front porches. It was a little unsettling.

Checking to make sure that no one was around, Regan darted behind a tree and touched her three middle fingers to her chest.

Immediately, a beam of light shot through her, from her toes to the top of her head. Her wavy, dark brown hair changed to silver, and her dark blue eyes to a much brighter, almost neon shade.

Once the transformation was complete, Regan floated up to the sky. "Much better," she commented, not giving it a second thought that she felt more comfortable as Regan Bolt than she did as Regan Knight.

Maybe it was because, in her ghost form, no one knew who she was.

Amity Park was much nicer from above, Regan decided, where you couldn't tell how perfect everything looked. In fact, it almost reminded her of their old neighborhood, back in Iowa.

Just as she was starting to feel at ease, a gold mist floated from her mouth, and Regan gasped in surprise. She knew it was her ghost sense going off, but it had only happened one other time: When the ghost Clockwork had appeared when she had first gotten her powers, to explain what was happening.

Instinctively, Regan began looking around for the ghost of time. Instead, she heard a shout, and an overweight ghost clutching a small box shot past her, followed by a slimmer figure, whom Regan couldn't make out.

A few yards away, the slimmer ghost – who appeared to be a boy about Regan's age – held out what look to be a thermos. Instantly, the ghost with the box was sucked inside, and the boy flipped the cap back on.

"What a lame villain," the boy said, shaking his head, and began to turn.

Paralyzed with fear, Regan's eyes darted back and forth, looking for a place to hide. Finding none, she settled for crossing her arms and apprehensively watching the boy as he noticed her.

"Wait…who are you?" he asked, his green eyes sparkling. "I don't think I've seen you before."

Regan opened her mouth to reply, but found herself double-thinking what she had planned on saying. What if he tried to suck her into that thermos thing too? Startled by the thought, Regan pivoted in the air and shot away, appreciating her super-speed more than ever.

Once she was a good distance away, she lowered herself to the ground, knelt down behind a bush, and transformed back into her human form. Then she stood slowly and glanced in the direction from which she had come, shielding her eyes from the sun.

She could just make out a tiny figure as it turned and began flying away.

Author's Note: What am I doing in the "Danny Phantom" section, you might ask? Especially after not updating my "Fairly Oddparents" story for months? I just happened to be going through my laptop files and found the first few chapters for this story, which I had written a long time ago. I've been getting more interested in revisiting Regan's character, and decided I might as well go ahead and start uploading. Hopefully I will be able to get a chapter up about once a week, though I will try and let you know if I can't. I hope everyone enjoys the first chapter of "Ghost Patrol" (tentative name)…please let me know what you think of the story, and especially about Regan!