This is my first Danny Phantom fanfiction so hopefully all goes well and I don't screw it up.

I do not own Danny Phantom, Butch Hartman does, lucky guy.

Summary: Danny is having another one of those bad days. Things just aren't going well and he has some new challenges to face. Can he overcome what is to happen or has he finally met his match.

And then there was one…….yep just one left.

All day had been an ongoing battle that seemed to go from bad to worse to just plain unbearable. Everyday had been like this lately for Danny; ever since……well ever since his father installed the new "Fenton guard" on the ghost portal. Well rightfully so, I mean wouldn't you install extra safe guards after a powerful ghost tries to steal a doorway into another dimension? All intentions aside, it backfired. Instead of making things safer, more controlled, basically he made things more dangerous, and uncontrollable. Ghosts left and right have been getting loose and with no real way to keep them in the ghost zone Danny was in a constant state of combat. But things looked to be getting better today at least.

There had been no real sightings in the last hour and he was about to finish off the last ghost in front of him and call it a day. Sleep sounded so good right now. He had been in ghost form for almost two days straight and was beginning to forget what it was like to be human. Forget what it was like to be human! Was that possible? He hoped not. Then out of nowhere…….

"Ahhh!" Danny cried as a blade flew up from beneath him and sliced his arm from his elbow to his shoulder. "What now? Where did that come from!"

"From me ghost boy! That was just a warning shot, but the next won't be!" Valerie shouted as she charged towards him on her jet board.

"Oh, c'mon, can this day get any worse? I mean I have been going non-stop and all I get in return is a sharp object lodged in my arm."

"That isn't all that's going to be lodged in you ghost! Prepare yourself for the end! "

"Oh crap…….."

"C'mon Tucker we have to meet up with Danny. Hopefully he is having better luck then we are tonight with ghost fighting. I mean how hard is it to catch the box ghost!" Sam said as she rounded another corner.

"Well it isn't my fault that he threw that box of books at me. I mean being buried under a pile of encyclopedias is not fun for anyone." Tucker retorted. "Besides Danny has ghost powers and all we have is a bag full of Fenton thermoses', so the luck is on his side."

"Yeah, but I still don't like him fighting all these ghosts on his own. I mean what if something happens to him, or something sneaks up behind him?"

"Danny has been doing this a while now Sam. It isn't like this is all new to him or anything. Plus he seems to be getting more powerful everyday. I mean he has almost gotten the hang of that ghostly wail of his."

"'If getting a hang of' means almost passing out instead of actually losing consciousness, then yes he is getting better at it. I don't care how much more powerful he is getting; he is still just one person fighting the whole city!"

"Well yeah when you put it that way I guess you have a point."

"Duh, so let's get going. I will feel better once I see him and I know he is okay."

"I am sure that is the only reason that you are in a rush to see him." He said with a smirk across his face.

"Shut up Tucker. I am too tired for this right now." Sam said half blushing, half tired from all the ghost hunting.

"Whatever man, you can't pretend like it didn't happen."

"Yes I can."

"No, you can't"

"Yes I can"

"No, you can't, and you shouldn't. I mean if one day I was blushing at the mere glance from him, then the next I was……."

"I said shut up Tucker!" Now she was bright red and started to pick up pace towards the last place they saw Danny.

"Get back here Ghost! Don't run away from me you coward!" Valerie screamed as she pressed hard against Danny's heels.

"Yeah right, I'd rather be a coward than skewered. Look I don't want to fight you. I don't understand why we can't just talk it out." Danny yelled back to her as he dodged shots from her canon.

"Like you have anything important to tell me. Like anything you say will change what you did!"

"Yeah well maybe I didn't do anything! Maybe it was all circumstantial."

"Yeah right. Like I'd believe that! Every time something goes wrong in my life you are there dab smack in front of my face. That ends tonight!" She pulled out another gun when the canon ran out of power. "I am not letting up until you fall Ghost!"

"Well you have to admire her persistence, but that is what is going to get me killed. I need to get out of here. I need a distraction." He looked about wildly at anything that might provide a long enough distraction to get away from Valerie. Unable to get a good look while trying to escape the constant barrage of attacks from behind him, he did the only thing he could think of. He went intangible and flew into a nearby building.

Hoping that it was abandoned, he chose the nearest window that he could. Luckily it was empty and he dove into what looked like a closet to try and hide from her. He could hear her outside, hovering around. "This is no good. All I am doing is hiding from her, but what else can I do? Her weapons are getting better at hurting me and I am getting worse at dodging them. You would think I would have gotten better at this by now." He then sat in silence for a few minutes and after hearing nothing for a bit he stuck his head out of the closet to check if the coast was clear.

"Phew, I think I lost her…….."

"Think again." A whisper in his ear and a hum of a gun was all he heard. He turned around and had a barrel of a gun in his face. "Told you it was all over tonight…."