Welcome to the sequel to Dimension Chasers: Rise of the Queen!

I don't own Danny Phantom.

Dimension 2, ten years earlier…

Michael Fenton tinkered with a mechanical object in his hands as he stood in his lab. He was a fairly handsome man with reddish-brown hair and violet eyes. He wore a light blue HAZMAT suit with a black collar, black gloves, a black belt, and black boots with red goggles with a black rim.

At his feet, a raven-haired girl about five-years old lay on her stomach. She had icy blue eyes, freckles, and wore her hair in two pigtails tied off with red bows. She wore a pair of black pajama pants with green cartoon ghosts on them and a Ghostbusters t-shirt slightly too large for her. In her left hand she held a green ghost plush. In her right hand, she held an action figure of an overweight woman with black hair in a ponytail with streaks of white in it. The woman also had dark blue eyes and wore an orange and black jumpsuit.

"Oh no!" the girl said in a high-pitched voice, moving the ghost plush. "Jacklyn Fenton! Whatever shall I do?" She deepened her voice and moved the woman—Jacklyn Fenton—action figure. "There's nothing you can do, ghost!" She slammed the Jacklyn action figure into the ghost a couple of times before dropping the ghost plush onto the tile of the lab. She spoke in a high-pitched voice again. "You have defeated me, Jacklyn Fenton!" she said, melodramatically.

"Danni, what are you doing?"

Danielle "Danni" Fenton looked up into her father's violet eyes. "Playing with the stuffed animal Mommy gave me to practice ghost hunting and the action figure she gave me." She picked up her ghost plush again and stood up. "What are you doing?"

Michael put down the device he was making. "Not much. Just a simple ghost tracker."

Danni peeked over the counter, standing on her tippy toes. "Cool!" She looked up at her dad again, blinking her icy blue eyes. "Daddy, when I grow up, I wanna be a ghost hunter just like you!"

Michael chuckled and picked her up. "I'll enjoy that day, Danni."

….

Ten years later…

Beep! Beep! Beep!

There was a groan from underneath a mound of blankets. A pale hand with a purple sleeve reached out from under the mountain and felt around on the dresser. It found the alarm clock and slammed down on it, shattering it completely.

"Danni!" an overly enthusiastic voice yelled through the door. "Time to get up!"

Danni groaned beneath her blankets.

"Danni?"

Another groan.

"Danni!"

A snort.

"DANIELLE FENTON!"

Danni shot up in bed, long black hair falling over her face, messy, knotty, and loose.

"I'M UP!" she yelled back. She swung her legs around the bed and got up, rubbing the sleep out of her icy blue eyes.

With a yawn, she wandered over to her dresser and opened a few drawers, gathering her clothes, before going to take a quick shower. After a shower, she slipped into her clothes and dried her hair. She braided her now-dry hair into a neat braid and arranged her bangs so that they completely covered her left eye but still looked messy. Quickly, she applied mascara and lipstick before walking out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom.

Danni grabbed her white iPhone off of where she had put it on her desk. She turned it over, examining the DP case on the back before putting the phone down. She wandered over to her bed and reached under it, pulling out a wooden box with CW printed on top. It had been a present from Clockwork. A post-it note was on top of it reading, "Property of Danielle Fenton. DO NOT OPEN!"

She walked back over to her desk and placed the box down, opening it to reveal a few miscellaneous items. Some of them had ghostly glows around them that gave them away as ghostly objects. She reached across her desk and wrapped her hand around a gold amulet with a green stone.

"How Ara keeps getting her claws on this thing I will never know?" Danni muttered to herself. "So this time, I'm keeping it." She dropped it into the box.

The girl picked up her phone again and removed the DP case before dropping it into the box. She pulled out an outer space case and put it on.

"Better safe than sorry," she said with a smirk.

"DANNI!" Michael yelled upstairs. "BREAKFAST!"

"Coming!" the halfa yelled back. She walked over to the door and was about to open it before she noticed a futuristic looking medallion on the doorknob. Glancing around wildly, she stuffed the medallion into her pocket before running downstairs.

"Morning, sweetheart," Michael said, placing some slightly-glowing pancakes in front of her.

Danni poked one. "Uh, Dad? What are these?"

Michael turned around smiling. "Anti-ecto pancakes!"

The girl stared at her pancakes for a second before she realized what her father had said. Anti-ecto. Ghost repelling pancakes. Great. She pushed the plate away from her as if it was poison. "I'll pass. I'm really in the mood for cereal."

"That's a great idea!" Jacklyn said, from her seat at the table. "The cereal has a lot more anti-ectoplasm stuff in it than these pancakes! Ghosts will stay hundreds of feet away from ya!"

Danni cringed. "Do we have anything in this house that isn't anti-ecto?" she muttered. "Looks like I'm not getting breakfast. Again."

"Your mother and I are going to be in the lab all day, so don't disturb us!" Michael said, dragging Jacklyn down the stairs and closing the door behind them.

Danni sighed and collapsed in her chair again.

"Here," her older brother, James, said, handing her a box of Pop Tarts from his bag. "I bought these for you. No anti-ecto or anything."

At 17, James was tall with red hair that hung in his aqua eyes. He always wore a long-sleeved black shirt and aqua pants with his signature black sneakers. Unlike Michael and Jacklyn, James believed that some ghosts were good and only trying to help.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?" the boy asked, looking curiously at his little sister.

Danni nodded enthusiastically. "Yup! A solid three hours!"

"Three!" James exclaimed, eyes wide. "Danni, that's not healthy!"

Danni rolled her icy blue eyes. "For you it isn't. For me—" she smirked. "—I barely need sleep in the first place."

James examined her. He knew that she was getting stronger. She could use a Ghostly Wail as Fenton, barely needed food and sleep, could hold her breath for who-knows how long, and numerous other abilities including her odd blood mixture.

Danielle Fenton was still a mystery, even for those who knew her secret and herself.

Sighing, James leaned back in his chair. "Injuries?" He looked up to see that Danni was already using the first aid kit. She pulled up her sleeve, revealing a medium-sized cut that looked like claw marks dripping red blood and green ectoplasm.

"Just one claw mark," the halfa girl explained, wrapping it in gauze before pulling down her sleeve, concealing the cut. "Should be gone by sunset."

"You have to change the bandages on your wrist."

Danni looked down at her wrist. She had gotten caught in one of her parents' inventions (a Ghost Shredder or something) as Fenton. The only thing that was injured was her wrist. James and her managed to convince Michael and Jacklyn that stitches or hospital treatment weren't needed and that they just needed to bandage it. That was two days ago. The damage was long gone; the only evidence that it had ever been there were some scars. Of course they had to continue to wrap the cuts to avoid suspicion, which annoyed Danni to half-death.

"Fine," Danni eventually said, unwrapping her wrist and pulling out some bandages from the first aid kit.

"Any plans for today?" James asked. "It's a Saturday after all."

Danni smiled, tearing the bandages with her teeth and putting them back into the kit before putting it away and turning to James. "Clockwork wants to see me. No idea what it's about, but it's Clocky. When she asks you to come, you come."

"You're going to have to take the lair way," James responded, glancing down at the stairs that led to the lab. "Mom and Dad seem busy."

Danni nodded, examining the stairs. "Note to self: find out what they're doing later."

James shook his head and picked up his psychology book. "Go meet with your guardian. I'll be here."

"See you later!" Danni said, running up the stairs.

She opened her bedroom door to see a blue-skinned ghost with curly white hair with a blue tinge to it and red eyes with a scar hovering there.

Danni quickly closed the door behind her before glaring at the ghost. "Clockwork! What are you doing here?"

Clockwork smirked. "Coming to talk to you," she said.

Danni rolled her icy blue eyes. "You couldn't have waited until I came to your lair. My dad and mom are downstairs."

"And that's where they'll be until exactly 5:27 and 42 seconds this afternoon," the Master of Time said.

Danni scowled. "Fine, whatever." She sat down on the bed leaning on her footboard. "You wanted to see me?"

Clockwork's face instantly became serious. "Your bosses want me to deliver a mission to you."

Danni blinked and tilted her head like a curious puppy. "My bosses?" Realization dawned over her. "The Observants aren't my bosses, Clocky. I just have a deal with them. You do too."

Clockwork looked at her unconvinced. "Right… Just for the record, I wasn't the one who declared that you, me, and the Observants should be called 'Team Supernatural'."

Danni stuck her tongue out. "Fine. What's the mission?"

Clockwork tossed her an object. It was a book, but it was written in Ghost, the ancient language that any ghost or halfa could automatically know. Almost no one used it anymore, preferring English.

"It's a bit of a bounty hunting trip," Clockwork said. "But at the same time as your hunting this ghost down, she's hunting you down."

Danni looked down at the book, reading the foreign language, eyes briefly flashing green as she did so. She gasped.

Next chapter, we'll catch up with Danny, Fishtail, Timepiece, and Daniel.