I should be working on Return of Phantom or something. But this idea was just too good to pass up.

I've seen a number of fics involving Danny making public appearances. Believe it or not, one such was partially what inspired this fic. Although, the public appearance won't be until later. Much later.
It's kinda hard to believe, but I pulled this together in a single day. Can I just ask if that's fast or not? I don't really know how often most people update, or how quickly they write chapters, so I just thought I'd ask.

Anyway. As the summary said, Danny almost gets killed by a ghost attack. That's shown straight away here. So you don't have to wonder exactly what set this chain of event into motion.

I've seen a number of fics where Sam has somehow become a halfa. This also partially contributed to this fic.

I don't think you can expect updates to be terribly frequent on this one, cos from my POV it's got some serious potential. This chapter might be a little rushed, but future ones I plan to spend more time on, and actually bring them out as reasonably good quality writing.

And incidentally...

I get the impression from a variety of things that words and phrases such as God, for Christ's sake, etc, are considered as swearing by a large number of people, particularly, (Please don't think I'm stereotyping, I'm just saying what the situation appears to be) people who live in America. And, of course, Christians, and other such.

Just so you know, where I live such phrases are perfectly acceptable for use in place of swearing, as they aren't really considered offensive. If anyone is offended by the idea of my using such words, I suggest you don't read this fic. Don't bother flaming me if you've got a problem with it. Either don't read, or get over it.

Right. Now, for the disclaimer.

Question: do you own Danny Phantom? Unless you're Butch Hartman, my answer is the same as yours.

"Skulker, when I catch you, you're going to be stuck in this thermos for at least a week before I let you out!" Danny yelled.

It was Saturday morning. Usually Danny would be reasonably happy that it was the weekend, but not today. Because Skulker wasn't the first ghost to show up today so far. He was in fact the fifth, the others being the Box Ghost, Ember (Who had decided simply to come straight at him for a change, instead of hanging around to brainwash people) Desiree and Technus. Needless to say, He was becoming quite fed up.

Not to mention exhausted. This many ghost attack so early never boded well.

Danny ducked a shot from one of Skulker's cannons, returning fire with a hail of ecto blasts. About half of them hit, taking out most of the cannons Skulker had activated. The few that were left were suddenly tucked away.

"Huh?" Danny said in bewilderment. He tensed his muscles as he noticed Skulker was grinning. "Why do I get the feeling I'm about to be hit with something really, really painful?"

"Because you are, whelp!" Without warning, turret-like constructions popped out of the ground below them, as well as out of several of the nearby buildings. Guess where they were aiming.

Before the turrets could open fire, Danny threw everything he had left into an ecto shield, desperately trying to prevent the injuries he just knew he would sustain if he got hit. He had the nasty suspicion, however, that those turrets packed a vicious punch.

And he was right. The massive volley of ecto blasts hammered upon Danny's shield like Ember's musical fists. It wasn't long before Danny's shield gave in altogether.

"AAARRRGGHHH!!!!" Danny screamed, as he was pelted dozens upon dozens of times by the turrets. When they finally stopped, he struggled to remain air born, slowly losing altitude as his strength ebbed. He gave up, collapsing to the ground in a heap, cracking the road where he landed.

He lifted his head, looking up at Skulker. He was determined to know at least one thing from the ghost.

"You… This… was all planned… Wasn't it?" he rasped out. Skulker chuckled.

"Indeed. Everyone has become mildly sick of you preventing us from leaving, so we thought that if we had enough of us attack in quick succession, you'd fall eventually. If I hadn't succeeded, either Spectra or Walker would have stepped in, to try and finish you off. There was no way you were going to win. Not this time."

Danny merely lay on the ground, panting. He was far too exhausted to move. As much as he hated to admit it, they had beaten him.

Unless Sam and Tucker did what he had asked them to, before Skulker had attacked.

"Well, whelp? Have you accepted your defeat yet?"

Surprisingly, Danny grinned ever so slightly.

"As long as my friends don't have anything to say about it," he replied, closing his eyes. Lord in heaven, he was tired.

Skulker laughed.

"Don't delude yourself, ghost child. Your friends couldn't possibly save you this time."

Naturally, it was precisely after Skulker made that statement that a thin, intense beam of glowing light shot Skulker in the back, wrecking his jets.

"Well, believe it or not Skulker, we just did! Tuck!"

"Bye bye, Skulker!"

Danny didn't have to see to know that Skulker was now being sucked into a metallic thermos, being held by Tucker Foley.

He heard footsteps coming close.

"Yikes, are you still alive there, man?"

"Tucker! Don't joke like that!" Sam exclaimed, distinctly angry at his words.

Danny chuckled weakly. "I'm not quite sure, Tuck," he replied softly, trying not to faint. He felt someone's hand on his shoulder.

"I don't think we can handle this ourselves. Tucker, ring Jazz up, and ask her to get Mr and Mrs Fenton out of the house. It doesn't matter how, they just need to be out, and for the next few hours if at all possible. And ask her to come get us in her car when they're gone. I think we need to keep Danny still for now."

"On it!"

"Danny, are you still awake?" Danny could hear deep concern in her voice.

"Yeah, just," he whispered.

"Good, just hang on. Don't worry about any of the other ghosts, we managed to shut the portal down, liked you asked us. Your parents were in the Ops Centre when we got to your house, so we had no problems."

"Ok," Tucker said. "Jazz is going to tell Mr Fenton that some ghost stole all his fudge out of the fridge, then tell Mrs Fenton that he took some of their more experimental gear with them. And to sweeten the deal, to make sure Mrs Fenton doesn't get suspicious, Jazz is going to actually put some of their stuff in the R.V. before giving Mr Fenton the bait."

"Perfect, that's just what we need. Mr Fenton would chase a ghost for days, if he thought it stole some of his fudge. She's coming to get us, right?"

"Yep, she should be here in about eight minutes, allowing for traffic."

Danny couldn't help but laugh weakly at that. "What traffic?" he asked, chortling. "This is Amity Park we're talking about! Hardly anyone drives except to the mall, and in emergencies!"

"Hey, that's what she said! I'm just the messenger!"

"Well she should know better, shouldn't she? After all, 'Psychologically speaking', she's an adult!" Sam said, laughing gently.

Danny lost track of the conversation, as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Sam turned to Tucker when she was sure Danny was asleep. She had an idea she wanted to run by him.

"Hey Tuck?" she asked gingerly, not sure he was paying attention to his surroundings.

"Yeah?" he asked back, if a little vaguely. Sam sighed.

"We can't keep the Fenton portal off forever, you know. The Fenton's are gonna notice sooner or later."

"Well yeah," he said, now looking at her. "But we can't do anything about that."

"But the instant the portal's open again, this is just gonna happen, again! They'll keep at it until he loses. He can't fight all of them!"

"Where are you going with this, Sam?" Tucker asked suspiciously. He didn't know Sam as well as Danny did, but he did know when she had something in mind.

"Well, I just thinking if we couldn't, you know, help Danny out a bit more…" she said vaguely. Tucker frowned.

"We help as much as we can already, Sam! We're only humans, we can't do what Danny can!" Sam didn't answer. Not straightaway, at any rate.

"That's… Kinda what I was thinking about…" she said hesitantly. "I mean, the Fenton Portal's off… Turn it on… With, say, a few people inside it…"

Tucker gaped at her, his mouth almost hitting the ground.

"Are you suggesting what I think you are, Sam!?" he asked when he finally got control of himself.

"Maybe. All depends on what you think I'm thinking."

Tucker growled. Actually growled. And he was usually the most non-violent member of the group.

"Sam," he said threateningly. She sighed.

"Fine, fine. Yes, I am thinking that we should turn ourselves into Halfas."

Dun dun dun... Don't worry, this isn't the end of the chapter. I'm just inserting comments.

Do you like it so far? I certainly hope so. The idea of having the whole lot of them becoming Halfas just sprang into my head. After all, it would enable them to counter just about any ghost attack, wouldn't it? To be honest, I'm sorta surprised I haven't seen any other fics with something like this. If any of you have, please direct me to it.

"Are you crazy?" Tucker asked vehemently. "You saw what it was like for Danny! We won't be able to control our powers! One person could get away with hiding the fact that he's got ghost powers, but two people?! At the same time!? Someone's bound to notice something!"

"Actually," Sam countered. "We could probably get away with it too, if you think about it. Danny only couldn't control his powers because he was so nervous that someone would find out. We know that if we can just keep calm, no-one will find out. Plus, he never could really control his emotions. We can. At least, I can. You might not be as good at it as I am, but you're certainly better at it than he is!"

"Ok, I'll admit that's a fair point."

"And what's the alternative to not becoming halfas? Danny eventually getting killed by one of the ghosts. He dies, this entire town, if not a sizeable portion of the whole country, might as well die along with him! There aren't really any other professional ghost hunters that can handle half the ghosts that come out of the portal, apart form the Fentons! And even they'd lose, eventually! If we became halfas, we'd be able to stop massive series of attacks from actually working. I mean, if one halfa can fight four different ghosts within two hours, and still put up a decent fight against a fifth one, imagine what three halfas could do!"

Tucker found himself actually listening to her reasoning. She did have a sound case, after all. If Danny did die, it was true that half the country might as well commit suicide, 'cos even just Skulker, Technus and Ember could cause massive damage and chaos. And there were plenty of other ghosts in the ghost zone. Any number of them probably stronger than those three.

And it did seem to be true that Danny's powers were linked to his emotions. And with someone as emotionally turbulent as Danny used to be, that was a recipe for disaster.

Whereas he and Sam had never really had any problems, except perhaps Sam with her temper, once in a while.

He looked up at Sam.

"Alright," he said. "If you can iron out most of the details, I'm in."

Sam grinned.

"Trust me," she said. "I've already got some pretty good ideas."

6 hours later

Sam frowned slightly as she looked at the sheet of paper in front of her.

She was trying to compile a list of various powers that she and Tucker would likely get from becoming halfas. It was a little vexing. It was a given that invisibility, intangibility and flight would be part and parcel with the entire deal. It was also likely that they'd be able to make ecto-shields and fire ecto-blasts.

Possibly, they'd be capable of duplicating, with a lot of practice.

Danny's slightly more unique powers were proving to be a headache however.

His cryokinetic abilities seemed to be a unique, personal power, almost an idiosyncrasy. True, Frostbite and all of the far frozen had the same ability, but it nonetheless seemed to fit with Danny somehow. Like it was integral to his being a halfa.

The Ghostly Wail, however, was the main source of Sam's headache.

It was so… completely, utterly and impossibly different to any power displayed by any other ghost, excepting his evil older self. Ember's sound based powers couldn't hold a candle to the Ghostly Wail. It was like comparing a watering can to a monsoon.

Besides, her fists and such seemed simply to be sound made solid. The Ghostly Wail had a quality about that made it almost unreal. Although that might be the actual wailing sound, which was enough to petrify even the bravest of souls.

And recently, in the few cases where Danny had been forced to use it, it seemed to almost scald anything caught in it, almost like it was hot, as well as loud. Danny had once had to use it over a river during a ghost fight, and she had noticed a respectable amount of steam coming off it after he was done.

Sighing, she gave up on trying to figure out the Ghostly Wail. Even Danny didn't know fully how it worked. And there were only two other ghosts who might.

One of which was Dark Dan himself. Asking him was completely out of the question.

The other was Clockwork.

And she knew that there was no way she was getting that deep into the ghost zone without Danny's help. If Danny knew what they were going to do, then he'd try to stop them, regardless of the fact that it was the only real option they had.

So asking Clockwork was also out of the question.

All in all, she felt abandoning the Ghostly Wail was a good decision. Instead, she returned to her contemplation of Danny's cryokinetic abilities.

If it was an ability unique to him, (aside from the Far Frozen) then was it possible that they would also gain a unique ability? There was no way to tell. She marked 'Unique ability' as an unconfirmed possibility.

Done with the list, she sat back in her chair, relaxing completely.

Danny was in his room, asleep. Jazz was sitting down by his bed, just thinking.

He was pretty much fine now, simply tired from the consecutive ghost attacks. After Jazz had driven them all to the Fenton's they had hooked Danny up to an unusual device. One which, justifiably, they were very proud of. It was a contraption that simultaneously replaced lost blood and ectoplasm. After all, with ectoplasm flowing through his veins, it was reasonable that the more he lost, the weaker he became. So, combining the entire group's knowledge of spectral technologies, they had devised something that would replace the two substances, simultaneously keeping Danny's human half safe from blood loss, while re-stocking his ectoplasmic energy, ensuring his ghost half was safe from it's own form of blood loss. Perhaps, accurately speaking, ecto loss.

Jazz gazed over at her brother, still completely unconscious.

She was so proud of what he did. He didn't have to do it, after all. He could easily join forces with the ghosts that regularly attacked, could, in effect, become their leader. Heavens above, with his variety of powers, he'd eventually become strong enough to fight Pariah Dark and win, without using the Ecto-Skeleton!

And yet, he didn't. With Vlad standing as a lesser example of what he could become, he saw a vague idea of the life he'd lead. And he rejected it. Time and time again.

How could anyone not be proud of having a little brother such as he?

Sam groaned as she lifted herself slowly into a sitting position, instead of a slouching one. She still had work to do on her Halfa idea. Powers were all checked. But there were other issues, such as names, outfits, etc.

She reckoned Tucker could probably go into the portal without any getup. His clothes would likely be sufficiently changed from their regular colours that he would be all but unidentifiable. Herself on the other hand…

Someone was bound to notice similarities. Danny Phantom was different enough from Danny Fenton that no one made the connection. In her situation however, the similarities would be too noticeable. If someone made the connection between her and her ghostly persona, they might make the connection between Fenton and Phantom.

So she needed to design an outfit to wear into the portal. She could work on that later.

The next problem was names. A ghost named Danny and a boy named Danny could be coincidence. Another ghost and boy by exactly the same name would definitely arouse suspicions. Add in a third person and a third ghost, also with exactly the same name… you'd have to be even more clueless than Danny was to not make the glaringly obvious connection.

Yet, they couldn't just make up names and try to call each other by them. It was far too slap dash, and they'd slip up eventually, particularly in a battle. So, they needed to be able to call each other by their real names, and yet have it sound like they were nicknames… but how could they do that?

"Danny's fine, I think," she muttered to herself. "We shouldn't have to come up with a story for him… Perhaps if we don't give last names, even pretend ones, we can avoid a bit of trouble… I definitely need to come up with something though. Perhaps… if I pretended that my middle was actually my first name, and my first name was actually my middle name… I could always say that I preferred my middle name to my first name. It'd certainly be true. I hate having Elizabeth as a middle name. It sounds far too preppy. And then, we could add on that, and say that I prefer to keep it short, so we shortened it to Sam." She thought for a moment.

"Yeah, I reckon that'd work. Now, for Tucker…" This would be the real challenge, she realised. She couldn't simply use the same excuse for him. Similarities were something they had to try and avoid.

'Let's see, Tuck, Tucker, anything that could be related to it? Wait a second…' She paused. Slowly, a grin started to spread across her face, until she realised what she was doing. The grin abruptly became a completely straight set mouth.

She started muttering to herself again.

"We could always say that… It's kinda true; he did have a gigantic amount once… The best thing about it is that it's connected to him, and yet it doesn't look like it at all. Yeah, we could do that…" Grinning again, Sam reached for her mobile. She needed to call Tucker and tell him the idea was pretty much solid.

Tucker was sitting at home, mobile on his desk, to his computer. He was trying to kill some time by playing Doomed, waiting either for Jazz to ring up, saying Danny was awake, or for Sam to ring about her Halfa idea.

He had to admit, it did sound kinda promising. As long as she got the details all worked out, it could really work. Plus, he'd always been ever so slightly jealous of Danny's powers. Thankfully, he had it pretty much squashed most of the time. It had only ever emerged once, and that was because a certain genie ghost thing decided to stick its nose where it didn't belong: in other people's business.

He was jerked out of his reverie by his phone vibrating on the desk. Quickly, he shut down the game on his computer, and picked up the phone.

"Hey Tuck! Guess what?" Sam asked, brightly.

Tucker paused for a second.

Brightly?

'Probably got a fever or something,' he thought, dismissing it.

"Um, I'm gonna go out on a branch here, and say that you finally realised you're in love with Danny." Tucker said, grinning so broadly you could have fit his PDA into his mouth.

"Tucker!! I know where you live, bear that in mind!"

"Okay, sheesh. Can't even joke about it…" he muttered.

"'Cos it's never gonna happen."

"Whatever. Come on, what are you ringing about?"

"I've pretty much worked out all the details." Tucker jerked suddenly upright in his seat.

"Already?" he asked in disbelief. He knew Sam was quite a motivated person, particularly when it came to protecting Danny in any way. But he found it hard to believe she could have sorted out everything already!

"Yep! Possible powers are all figured out, sorted out any problems we might have with names, outfits, everything!"

"Ok, I call your bluff."

"No bluff. The powers are pretty basic. I reckon we'll get intangibility, invisibility, flight, more than likely ecto-shields and ecto-blasts, and maybe duplication, with some serious practice. And I get the impression we might get a unique power as well."

"Really? Sweet!"

"Now, with regards to outfits, I reckon you could go into the portal as you are. The colours of them would be changed rather significantly, so you'd be all but unrecognisable. Especially as your style of clothes are reasonably common."

"Good," he interjected. "I didn't want to end up wearing a hero suit. I'm much more comfortable in my own stuff."

"That's what I figured. Unfortunately for me, I'm not quite so lucky. My style is unique enough that the similarities would be noticed, even when they're in different colours. So I'm gonna have to make an outfit. Still, I reckon I could make it reasonably good. I'm going to try and counter Danny's outfit, in a way. You know how he has mainly black, with white for the gloves, collar and boots? I'm gonna do it in reverse. White for the trousers and shirt I'll be wearing, with black for the gloves and boots. And the sleeves of the shirt will be more silver than white. Oh, these colours are what they'll be after we've been turned into Halfas, by the way."

"I figured."

"Oh, shush you. I'm also gonna put a kinda cape on, but it won't be from the shoulders. Instead, it's gonna be from the waist. That'll be black."

"Ok," Tucker said. "You do seem to have most of the stuff sorted. Now, what were you saying earlier about names?"

"Ah yes, this is something I'm quite proud of. We're not gonna have any story for Danny, he's fairly well established as is. Myself, I'll be pretending that my middle name, Elizabeth, is actually my first name, and vice versa for my first name. Then, I'll say the I preferred my middle name, and so we used that, as a nickname, and we ended up shortening it to Sam."

"Wow, I'm impressed. That's not a half bad idea at all Sam, nice work."

"Wait till you hear my reasoning for your name. You'll love it. Ok, we're pretending that your first name is Fred, or something. No middle name. We call you Tucker because of an incident once, when we all had dinner at Danny's place, and when his mum said to 'tuck in' you really did tuck in, big time."

Tucker laughed.

"Ok, that's definitely a good one, I'm so going with that," he said, struggling to keep his laughter under control.

"Ok, anything regarding our lives, we don't really talk about, just the parts about our names. Nothing about last names, parents, where we lived, nothing like that. That way, no one can check, and consequently find out that such people didn't exist."

"Is that everything?"

"Yep, everything. Put all those things into effect, no one will be able to figure out that it's us. We'll just be two new ghosts, come to help Danny with the ghost attacks."

"Wow. You've really gone all out on this idea, haven't you?"

"Do you really need to ask that?" Tucker laughed.

"Yeah, that was a bit of a dumb question. So all we really need is for you to get that outfit of yours together, and we're pretty much set to become halfas?"

"Yep. And I happen to know a few people who will work quickly, and stay quiet. I've already told them what I need them to do. The whole thing'll be ready in about a week."

4 days later

"I can't believe Danny's parents still haven't noticed the Portal's not working," Tucker muttered to Sam, as they watched Danny trying to capture one of the last ghosts who had still been Earthside when the Portal had been turned off.

She almost giggled, catching herself at the last moment. "You can thank Jazz for that. She's been saying things along the lines of 'If you obsess too much about ghosts, they might be able to overshadow you while you're distracted by obsessing over them, and they might seriously damage your mental health!' I never would have bought that myself, but Mr and Mrs Fenton can be kinda dense sometimes. Especially when Jazz uses her psychobabble like that. They've been staying away from ghost stuff. Well, Mrs Fenton anyway. Mr Fenton's probably got another jumpsuit hidden somewhere."

They watched Danny activate his rather crowded Fenton Thermos, sucking in the ghost like a milkshake through a straw. He flew off towards his house, probably to get a new thermos. They weren't quite sure how many ghosts one thermos could hold. They certainly didn't want to break it just yet.

"You suit's coming along?"

"Yeah, they said they posted it via snail mail today, actually. Apparently, they found they had some of the stuff I wanted practically half made already, so it was done early this morning."

"Why are you using snail mail? You've got that super fast hotline of yours."

"Yes, but my parents are told every time that thing's used. Snail mail, they won't be any the wiser."

"So how come you used it that first time Technus appeared?"

"Oh, I already had a good excuse to use. I told them that I was over at a friend's, studying, and their computer software crashed. I didn't feel like going home to study, so I used the hotline to get new software for the computer, so we could continue."

"… And I thought Danny's parents were the gullible ones."

"My parents aren't gullible. They just don't know enough about me to know when I'm lying."

"When's your suit arriving?"

"Probably on Friday. They are only a few states away."

"So when are we going in?" Sam looked around cautiously before answering.

"I'm thinking Saturday night. We can't have Danny awake, or we're in big trouble. The same with Mr and Mrs Fenton. But we'll need Jazz to be awake, so she can help us recover. I've already organised with her what to do. Of course, before we go into the portal, we're going to close off the Lab blast doors. That'll keep anyone from hearing anything. Regardless of how loud we might be screaming." Tucker winced at this.

"Yeah, that's one part of the deal I'm not looking forward to." Sam sighed.

"Neither am I Tuck. Neither am I. But it's the only real choice we have."

"Yeah I know. I'm in this as well, all the way. I never said anything about chickening out!"

"Neither did I."

"You were implying something about chickening out though."

"Damn, you know me too well."

2 days later

Sam sighed gently, looking at the parcel in her lap.

The suit had finally come. It was time to finalise things on Jazz's end.

She picked up her mobile, pressing 3 on speed dial. Two guesses who numbers 2 and 1 were. Not her parents, certainly.

Sam waited patiently for Jazz to pick up. It could take a while, she knew. Especially if she was busy trying to keep Mr and Mrs Fenton out of their lab.

"Yeah, Sam, what is it?"

"Hey Jazz. You got everything ready on your end?"

"Just about. Got one of Tucker's berets, in case we need to hide his ghostly one. I managed to get Danny to think about inviting you two over here for a movie night; so you're being over here won't be any problem. Mom and Dad have promised to stay away from ghost stuff until Monday, so the Lab'll be clear. We just need you two over with that suit of yours, everyone else to be asleep, and we're good to go."

"Ok. See you tomorrow."

"See ya."

Well? Did you like it?

I'm semi proud of myself for Sam's outfit. Took me a while to think of something for her to wear... Incidentally, her cape won't be hanging from the hips, it'll actually be hanging a bit behind. That way, it's virtually impossible for her feet to get tangled in it.

I'd be very happy if I got reviews for this. I plan to make this my main fic.

As Sam figured out earlier, she and Tucker will be getting most of the same powers as Danny. They won't get Cryokinesis, they'll get their own unique abilities. And they won't get the ghostly wail. Sam's unique power will also be quite different from her unique one in Return of Phantom. Tucker's will be pretty much the same.

I hope you like the measures they're going to, to ensure no one makes any connection between their ghostly and the human selves. I figured calling each other by their real names, and saying that they were their real names would be too risky. After all, it's a minor miracle that it's worked for Danny for so long.

Ah, forgot to say. This occurs before Phantom Planet. All the other episodes have happened, however. This would place the trio at about 16 years old. Maybe getting close to 17. I might decide later on.

Pretty please, review? I really do like getting reviews.

-Eidorian999