(A/N - Ghost Name: Light Specter (yes, it's a play on the light spectrum. Deal with it!)

Not one for info pages, but I want you guys to have a good mental picture of the character's ghost form. She has a jumpsuit that has a tank top for the top half and boot cut pants for the bottom half. All of this is black. She has a neon green (color of Danny's eyes) belt, boots, elbow high fingerless gloves, and a lightning symbol on her chest. Black hair to a bit below her shoulders and side bangs with neon green eyes. (later on she has white tips on her bangs).

Yay! Posting something that isn't about Death Note! I love Danny Phantom, I always did, ever since it first came out when I was . . . what, like eight? And I still love it! So here is my FanFic. Chapter 2 will be posted next Friday. Currently working on chapter 3.

I do not own Danny Phantom, Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon do! If I did own it, it would have ended better. Not a Phantom Planet Phan

Setting/Time - After Phantom Planet, but with a few changes. The only other people that know about Danny's powers are his parents. Everyone else has no clue. Danny and Sam are still dating.)

Chapter 1

"Hmm, kinda quiet today," I mused, floating on my back through the ghost zone. I kicked a random bottle floating by. I guess the ghost zone is getting polluted. Yuck.

I guess I should probably introduce myself. I forgot my name a long time ago, but my ghost alias is Light Specter. A kind of a pun on the light spectrum . . . yeah, lame. I was created fourteen years ago in a lab somewhere in the US. I was the first stable half human, half ghost they had ever created. When I was about two they grafted the ghost genes into me. Then for the next four years they poked and prodded me, trying to find out how a "halfa" worked. Finally, I snapped. I shot all sorts of energy blasts at them, and was able to escape into their ghost portal. The bad part was, after I got in, I sorta couldn't get out. So I decided I would roam the ghost zone and keep the good people from getting attacked.

I eventually realized how the portals open from the human world, and was able to time them. By that time I was ten, and had no real interest in leaving the Zone. But the knowledge did help when I was keeping ghosts out of the human world. I just blast them away from wherever the portal is.

I have no clue when the last time I was human was. I don't remember my family, or if I even had one. I don't remember my name. But it's all OK. I like my life in the Zone, beating up ghosts for a living. I like strengthening my powers and drifting through the Zone on a whim. It's just . . . my life.

I sighed and turned to float on my stomach. Just as I was planning on taking a little nap before my afternoon "patrol" as I liked to call it, I heard a screech. A giant ghost lizard-dragon hybrid (who I call Stubby because he's missing a tail) was acting up again. I saw him rear his head back and breathe black fire. I sighed again and flew over to see what was happening.

"Ahhhhhh!" I heard a guy scream, kinda strangely, I might add. Wait, a guy? I saw a ghost with white hair and a black jumpsuit dodge the stream of fire Stubby aimed at him. He looked at me, as surprised as I was to see another semi-human ghost around. In that second, Stubby got him with a swipe of his great taloned paw. He screamed as he flew across the Zone and landed on a floating hunk of rock. The lizard-dragon was moving in to deal the killing blow, but I turned and gathered my energy. Lightning flew from my hands as I hurled a ball of it at the beast. It screeched and retreated to some other part of the Zone.

I glared in its direction for a moment to make sure that it was gone for good. Then I turned to the ghost dude that had been maimed by Stubby. I turned to the rock, only to see an unconscious human boy. HUMAN.

"Oh, shit." I swore, pacing back and forth in midair. I noticed he had a gash on his arm. "What do I do? Leave him here? Take him back to his own world?" I contemplated for a moment. If I leave him here, he might not be able to find a portal back. If I take him back to the human world, I would have to turn, well, human. But at least he would be safe. He's a halfa like me. He deserves a better life than I had. And if he roams the Zone like me, (unlikely, I've been here for years and never met another halfa) he can just come back as soon as a portal opens up. It was decided. I would go to the human world.

A portal opened up next to a door about thirty feet away from me and the unconscious halfa. Perfect.

"Um . . ." How the hell do I get him to the portal? I decided to pick him up bridal style, and I flew him to the portal, which landed us in an alley of a smaller town. I put him down. "That was so backwards," I mumbled. I decided I should phase to human before anyone sees me.

It took me three tries, but I finally became human. My clothes were a bit worn, and it felt weird standing on solid ground, but I had done it. My old messenger bag had phased back with me. I had put all the "privileges" that the institution had provided me. I searched through expired gum and extra underwear until I found the emergency first aid kit. I found the bandage strip and wound it around the gash on the boy's arm. As I tended to the wound I noticed that he was kinda cute.

"Concentrate, Light. Remember that he wouldn't like you anyway," I said to myself as I wrapped. The scientists that had worked with me had called me a demon and a monstrosity. I don't think anyone would want to go out with me, a freak. I probably look ugly too. I haven't looked in a mirror for over six years, it's a possibility. And I need to get back to the Zone too. I just need to make sure he's not too badly hurt. I don't want to leave him alone like this, it's not safe. Especially after I saw the way he fought Stubby. Sloppy work on his part.

"Ugh . . . my head," the boy said. He sat up a bit and rubbed his head. "Ow!" He fell on his back because he had been supporting his entire weight on his injured arm.

"Where am I?" he asked. He still hadn't noticed me. Now he had. "Who are you?"

"Um . . ." Oh damn it. Have to think of a name . . . "I'm Natalie, Natalie . . . Knight," I said. Quick thinkin', Light.

"OK . . . Why am I here? And what happened to my arm?" He asked. He sure asks a lot of questions.

"I don't know. I just noticed you were lying in an alley hurt. It looked like you needed help, so I wrapped up your arm for you," I explained, lying quickly. I always had been good at lying. I don't know whether that's a good thing or not.

"Well thanks. I'm Danny Fenton," the boy said, smiling and holding his hand out. I pulled him to his feet and shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you Danny," I said. "Well, I go-"

"Do you live around here?" Danny asked. He kept a firm grip on my hand so I didn't run away.

"Um, kinda. I'm a bit of a drifter," I said, thinking quickly.

"Do you wanna have dinner with me and my family? It seems like the least I can do to repay you for helping me," Danny said, shrugging and smiling. He finally let go of my hand.

"OK, sure," I replied. We put our hands in the pockets of our pants simultaneously and started to walk down the street.

"I apologize in advance for any weird crap my family does, says, or tries to shoot you with," Danny commented. I went wide eyed.

"Should I be wearing protective clothing or something? Do these people have access to nuclear weapons?" I asked, laughing.

"They wish, the only thing they have is ectoplasm. They're ghost hunters," Danny stated. Huh, ironic.

"Well, that sounds . . . um, interesting," I replied.

"What's your family like?" Danny asked as we took a right turn down another street. I thought for a minute, coming up with a good cover story.

"Well, my mom died giving birth to me, and my dad died in a car crash when I was four. I lived with my uncle up until a few years ago, when I finally had enough of his abuse," I saw that Danny was wide eyed. "Oh, god, not like that. He never raped me, he beat me and insulted me. After I left he swore that if he ever found me again he'd kill me. So I roam from town to town, never staying long, and using fake names unless someone turns me in."

"So that's why you hesitated when I asked your name," Danny mused.

"Yeah, I wasn't really prepared for that one," I shrugged.

"Will you tell me your real name?" Danny asked, looking in my eyes. His eyes were very blue.

"No, I can't risk it. After I have dinner with you I'll probably move on," I stated. I was actually kinda impressed with my lying. I should get some sort of award for this stuff.

Danny looked away from me, and into the distance. I wonder what he was thinking about.

We arrived at his house a few minutes later. I knew it was his house because there was a giant sign that said "Fenton Works" hanging off the side of it.

"Um . . . wow. That's a big sign," I commented. It made the little town house more than noticeable next to the fairly normal houses next to it.

"Uh, yeah. My family's nuts. But, that's what I have to deal with," Danny said, with a small smile. He opened the door, and was immediately blasted with ectoplasm.

"GHOST!" I heard. I immediately ducked and narrowly avoided being covered in ectoplasm like Danny. My hands started to become charged with static electricity, to zap these people if they attacked me again.