Candeh- Oh kay, new story. Don't shank me because I started another one without updating on my other ones. I've been watching reality shows lately and –BAM- it come to me. How about a Reality Show Danny Phantom style? What other type of show would get more action, drama, and other reality show stuff, huh?

I guess this'll be a bit of a mix on The Gauntlet and The Duel. Mmmnn… reality TV.

Summary- The search for the true identity of Danny Phantom has been uplifted in Amity Park like a monsoon. So it wasn't a surprise when Buck Dakens, hit reality show producer and biggest con-artist to ever make it out of Amity Park successful, decides to create his own town's drama into reality TV. Danny and the others have been put on a reality television show- the catch? First one to find out who Danny Phantom really is, wins the prize money. It doesn't help that Vlad and his groups have been tuning in for the show either, and, not to mention, the small hints that have been dropping around the house…

Hope you enjoy…

Chapter One:

Buck Dakens had one been the type of child to test the water before jumping in. He was the first one to stick the tip of his biggest toe in before taking his final leap before plunging in. As an eight year old child, Buck could remember himself standing over the high jump into the big deep end and taking a large inhale before looking down to the coaxing children below him.

In high school, Buck had never been voted most popular or smartest kid. He never got any girls, and his grades hadn't been exactly up to the T. In short, Buck had been exactly what his father had told him he was, a messed up, low-life kid.

And now, sitting in his office as he watched the rather large flat screen flicker on and off the news, Buck Dakens had proved the children below the high dive, the kids in high school, and his father wrong. That child was gone, lost underneath piles of chlorine pool water. And look at him- big, important business man with a neat suit and tie, just like his father wanted him to be. Never again to test the water before he leaps.

He sighs to himself as he looks around his clean office, decorated with the most expensive equipment known to the city this day, but because for once in his career, Buck Dakens had been out of ideas. "It's horrible, Mr. Dakens," Says the brunette secretary from behind him as she pours his morning coffee and leans her curvy body across his front desk.

Buck grimaces. He'd been planning on firing Stacy the secretary for a couple of weeks- he'd preferred red heads- but she'd been practically glued to his leg like a tumor. But, although his discomfort for the woman laying in front of him, Buck could not help but to agree with the poor woman, "Buck," He tells her, for he had been "seeing" her for the past few weeks, "You can call me Buck," and to this the woman smiles. Buck, however, kept his face still, "You're right," He says, looking back at the news screen, where a camera points close up to a flying boy with pale white hair and bright green eyes, "It's completely horrible." But Buck hadn't really cared much about the town's health, at all. It was this Danny Phantom who'd been loosing him the most money.

"I can't believe he's so hard to catch."

"I can't believe he's lost me so much money."

"You're so silly, Buck," The brunette giggled, tossing her faux extensions about the business man's desk. But Buck had not quite felt silly. For the first time in his business career, he'd felt complete useless. With one last look at the cheap brunette, he flicked his finger and ordered her out of the room. She left, of course, with a pouty mouth and tears in her eyes, but when Buck knew that he was alone, he slouched over in his big rolling chair and sighed.

Ever since the first appearance of this ghost kid Buck had been in complete debt. He was still completely successful, for course, but the money in his wallet had thinned as well as the furniture in his house. Having been completely disgusted with a smaller flat screen, Buck had decided that Danny Phantom had been his biggest problem. And he tuned in every week for the news update.

But it was this last week that had pushed him over the edge. It was in that past week that Danny Phantom had made a recent appearance on one of Buck's latest shows and knocked over the entire filming equipment before covering it over in a complete sheet of green goo. The show, unfortunately, had been cancelled and, as for Buck's boss, he'd been so angry that he'd told Buck he'd have to re-earn his promotion.

And now, tired and promotion-less, Buck Dakens sits on his rolling chair in complete blanks. He stares forwards at the television screen as it zooms quickly to catch up with the ghost boy as he parades around town, zapping down buildings and cars in chase of a rather invisible something. The police below aim their guns, but as they shoot, the ghost is gone, disappearing from the camera's sight.

"That dammed kids costing me a fortune!" He said blankly to the reporter on screen, "It's not news, it's a rip off!" And with that, he swung his arms over the desk and sent the stapler hurdling to the ground. And than it hit him, harder than he'd realized it, what he'd do. And Buck pulled himself up from his chair and snapped into the cold air of his business office, "Danny Phantom," He said with a flashy business man's smile, "You are going down."

Buck pulled open the door to his boss' office and smiled his signature smile before slamming down a load of paper work at his desk. "This better be good, Daken's," The greedy old man looked up from behind his morning coffee, "Because I'll have your ass if it isn't."

But Buck, sure of himself once again, whistled and leaned forwards, coming nose to nose with the old man, "Mr. Peterson, if you will," He said happily, "I have come up with the idea that will send your business flying- no- soaring out of the roof here."

Harold Peterson's face remained completely blank, "But we just bought new lightings for the roof, Mr. Dakens, and if you and the little ghost child are planning on whipping those out as well, I'd-"

"Mr. Peterson," The business man said with a little flicker of confidence dying, "You give me no credit. I am about to show you the greatest idea I've come up with in centuries, and you bring up a minor detail such as broken equipment?"

"If this doesn't take less than five minutes…."

"It'll be worth the speech, Mr. Peterson, I swear it."

"You bet your ass, Buck Dakens, or I'll…"

"Have my ass, I know. And you know what?" Buck had always reeled in customers with his offers, "I'll hand it to you myself if this one doesn't knock you out of the park."

"Cut it with the metaphors, Dakens."

"Got it," And with that, the business man of a close forty leaned in closer and opened the large paper, containing the single photograph of a certain green-eyed ghost.

Casper High school

"A reality television show star!" In the twinkling yes of the fifteen year old girl, you could almost see stars. She held the doorframe like a walking stick and then turned to meet the eyes of her blonde friend.

Star, who was all but one, blinked viciously, "Reality television," she said to her friend, smiling, "You have no idea, Paulina, how many doors that'd open for me."

Pauling laughed, flicking back her perfect hair, "Forget about 'Girls Gone Wild', Star." And to this the blonde huffed. The others in front of her chatted to themselves and she yanked out her nail filler from her purse and began feverishly filling.

"Well, I wouldn't count on anything better," She sighed, staring at the pack of kids in front of her, "not with the other people he's picked." And Paulina looked around; a blonde football jock, a mysterious sporty girl, a techno geek, a goth girl, and Danny Fenton.

Maybe her friend was right. "What is this show anyways?" She called out towards the others in front of her. In response to hearing her voice, the others turned with complete curiosity.

"That's what you get," the second girl to the left of her responded. She had been rummaging through her backpack for hours and finally, she came across a bright yellow headband, which she placed on top of her long wavy head of hair, "That's what you get for signing the contract before actually reading it," she paused, and turned to actually face the dumbfounded Paulina, "You did read the contract, didn't you?"

Paulina's eyes flickered, and the blonde football star in the back blinked, "She's still hot," he muttered to himself, and the second football star next to him nudged him quickly.

There was a sudden giggle from behind them, but it was strong and hard. The occupants in of the room turned around sharply to face Buck, "No need to read the contract, darling," he said, staring down at the obviously confused young girl, "it's actually quite simple, really."

"Simple," From the shadows, the girl in purple and black chuckled, "how can a reality show be simple? They're completely scripted!"

Buck tried not to strangle the girl and he resisted by pacing back and forth on the wooden ground below him, "Ah, my child, you no nothing about television. This is an entirely real series- with entirely real high school children."

From the very back, the raven haired boy shook nervously. Everyone passed him a quick glance as they watched him shiver and bite carefully his nails. Paulina rolled her eyes as Valerie leaned in close, "Uh, are you okay?"

The boy gulped and nodded his head unconvincingly, letting the dark black bags under his eyes show in the light of the candles.

"You sure, Fenton?" The second football player, Kwan, asked tilting his head as far to one side as he could get it. The boy stared, and tossed his head down on the table in front of him, face down. The teenagers around him blinked, and continued, nervously passing glances at the boy when they found time to.

"So can someone than explain to stupid over here what she missed in the contract?" Valerie huffed while fixing her newly placed headband.

Buck smiled. Oh, how he hated kids, "The rules are quite simple, as I was saying. First one to find out who the secret identity of the ghost boy is- wins!"

Danny Fenton, from the far back, chocked on his ice cube, "What?"

"Are the rules unclear, Mr. Fenton?" Buck asked while keeping his eyes closed.

Sam glared at the man from behind her coffee mug, "Why, pray tell," she said with complete concentration, "Did you choose all of us to be on this show?"

And with that, Buck lifted up his hat and smiled a big one, "That's the reality of it, my dear."

The goth girl mumbled, "reality my ass." And Mr. Dakens, without another word, flicked his hat back on his head and snapped his fingers, pointing towards the camera in the corner.

"The shows premiers live, just for your information. I'd start getting ready for the premiere in about," the hefty business man checked his watch, "twenty minutes."

He turned towards the door and left the teenagers sitting dumbfounded in their seats. Is was only Danny Fenton who leapt up out of his seat and chase the sly business man around the corner and out the door, letting it swing shut behind him, "Mr. Dakens," he laughed nervously as he caught up to his side, "can I resign?"

The man raised his eyebrow, but continued to walk, "Mr. Fenton, you signed a contract."

But the raven haired boy was confused, "Sir, I didn't sign any contract. It wasn't me." Buck stopped in his tracks and spun around on his heels to pace the boy sharply, there was a slight sharpness in his eyes.

From his suitcase, he whipped out a neat sheet of paper and waved it heavily in the boy's face, "Is this not your signature, young man?"

Confused, Danny Fenton stared down the paper for a long time. His signature was perfect; the messy writing that resembled Danny's lay right on the dotted line, but he was almost certain he didn't write it. He smiled nervously, "I don't remember—"

Buck interrupted, "You're not stupid, are you?"

The boy's face reddened with embarrassment, "I don't think—"

"Listen," Buck said, stuffing the paper with the signature away, "you do the show, you get a couple fans, and you might win the prize cash. There's nothing wrong with that. And yet you want to be taken off?"

"Please."

Buck smiled and than laughed, letting the boy think he was about to change his mind. His pulled out his watch from underneath his right sleeve and sighed, "Sorry, son, show starts in ten minutes, there's nothing I can do." And with that, he turned around again.

But the boy wasn't all too eager to give up his thoughts, "But, Mr. Dakens…"

The man spun around, sending his perfectly combed hair into a mess, "Listen, kid," he started, letting his face redden with complete rage, "my boss will have my ass if anything- and I mean anything- goes wrong with the show. Now I'm not about to let some teenage boy walk right off my set because he's got a little stage fright." Danny sunk lower on his feet, "Now, if you have nothing to loose, go for it. That is, unless, you're hiding something." He paused, let his face lighten to pink, and continued, "You're not hiding anything, are you Mr. Fenton?"

The boy gulped, "N-n-no."

"Good," The man yelled, and he spun, for one of the last times that afternoon, on his heels and returned out the front door, "Mr. Fenton," he said as a last reminder, "my show starts now in eight minutes. You get your ass in there and make with the happy, got it?" Danny held his silence, but Buck rolled around on his feet and leaned nose to nose with the boy, "You understand me, right, because if you don't, I could sue you for all your worth. And, even though I doubt you're worth a cent, I'll sue you anyways. Do I make myself clear?" The boy held his tongue and the producer headed for the door. Just as he grabbed the handle, he looked back and smiled, "I'd get out there if I were you," and he stepped out the door, "Oh, and Danny?"

Danny stopped just as he was about to pull himself up from the ground from where he'd fallen and looked up. Buck smiled deeply, "I'm keeping my eye on you, Mr. Fenton, there's no doubt about that one."

Candeh- Short. Live with it. Deal with it. Review and get more of it. I've got to take some photos tomorrow, so it might not be updated until I have time…sorry.

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