Disclaimer: Danny Phantom and all related characters are the product of Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon studios. Kat and related characters are the product Silent Elegy.

The Ghost Zone, normally a quiet place, was unusually vociferous with the sounds of screaming and chants of "Ember! Ember!"

"Tell me who you love!" the supernatural rock star yelled into her microphone. In answer, the chanting grew louder. So loud was the noise, in fact, that they almost couldn't hear Sheriff Walker of the Ghost Zone Police yelling over his megaphone.

"All right, people! This is the GZPD! We have you surrounded! Put your arms, or arm substitutes, up! Repeat! We have you surrounded!"

Naturally enough, everyone scattered. Ember rolled her eyes as she abandoned her microphone; yet another concert ruined by the constant presence of Sheriff Walker. She much preferred it in the real world, where the authorities couldn't stop her as long as she performed in certain areas like concert halls or record stores. She preferred concert halls, anyway. They had proper stages, with proper sound systems. Here in the Ghost Zone, she was mainly left with whatever she could dredge up.

She ducked past a ghost cop and strummed a chord on her guitar, both her instrument and weapon of choice. The chord became a powerful attack that knocked two more cops aside and allowed her time to escape through the first floating door she saw. She slammed it shut and leaned against it for some time before looking around to see whose lair she had invaded.

It almost looked like a doctor's office, she thought. It was mostly shades of pale grey; the walls and floor could have been made of metal, or simply made to look like metal. There were tables all over with a myriad of lab equipment strewn about. Other doors informed her that the lair was more than just this room.

She put her ear to the door; she could still hear Walker on his megaphone. With a muffled curse, she wandered into the lab proper. It wasn't that she was interested; simply that she had nothing better to do.

"Hey!" yelled an obnoxiously nasal voice. "You…little punk! What are you doing in here?"

"Ah, cheese off, gramps!" Ember yelled back, turning to see that the owner of this lair was Technus, the self-titled Master of all things technological. "As soon as those boneheads out there stop looking for me, I'm gone."

"Or, you're gone now!" Technus replied. He floated around to get a clear shot at Ember without damaging his precious equipment.

"Oh, come on, man," Ember rolled her eyes. "Don't make me go back out there! I'll get caught by Walker!"

"Eh?" Technus relaxed marginally. "Oh, well, that's different. Just don't touch anything."

Ember made a disgusted noise. "Like I'd want to. Man, the real world's a lot nicer than this junk heap." She plucked a few strings on her guitar in boredom.

"Hear, hear! If it weren't that…" He paused to think of a "hip" insult. "…blockheaded ghost boy, I'd practically own that world." He failed to realize that Ember had been talking about his lair, not the Ghost Zone.

She decided not to enlighten him. "Or I would! Someone really needs to knock that dipstick down a few pegs."

They both fell silent with pent-up rage at their mutual enemy, the half ghost Danny Phantom. Suddenly, Technus grinned. "Hey! I got it!"

Ember looked at him suspiciously. "Got what?"

"A plan! With my brains and absolute control over machinery, and your ability to hypnotize people, I could rule the world."

"You mean I could!"

They glared at each other for several seconds, then Technus shrugged dismissively. "Well, we'll figure that out after we destroy Danny Phantom."

Ember thought about that for a moment. "You know," she laughed. "I like the way you think, gramps. Let's do it!"

A/N: Thanks, Faith! I can't believe I did that...