Hey everybody, yes this is . As you all know my former partner dropped this story for personal reasons and no longer wants his name to be associated with it. While many of you might think I would have hard feelings and take something like that personally, the truth is I don't . I fully understand what its like to feel trapped in a project you no longer want to be a part of. After finding his opinion and reason for leaving we both parted on even terms. In fact if the opportunity ever comes up I wouldn't mind working with him again.

Now about the actual story, first off I obviously have a new parter in the guise of JP-Ryder. He is an accomplished writer in his own right and I look forward to working with him.

Second, as far as this story is concerned the third season of Danny phantom did not take place. The reason for this is because after finding out that the show was going to be canceled anyway all, or most, of the writers for the show up and quit. Forcing the stupid executives to shove writers onto the doomed show and just tossing stuff in that they thought 'hey why not?'. Case-in-point everyone in the show lost half their IQ points. I could go on for days on how stupid the third season was but I don't wanna torture you guys.

Third,all the previous chapters have been saved and are ready to be reposted. But make no mistake that doesn't mean that it will be exactly the same. I and my partner have learned from the mistakes made before and will work to correct and better them.

Fourth, as I have mentioned since we have all the previous chapters we will post them each two days apart until we are caught up. But don't worry in the time since it was originally taken down I have been working on the plots and the actual future chapters of this story and they will be posted when ready.

Fifth and lastly in end author's of future chapters posted I or my partner will give explanations of our characters in this story to better understand the mindset of said characters. We will also post similarities of the Danny Phantom characters in this story to the heavily popular Game of thrones characters. Let me explain. We will use this apparatus as the original Danny Phantom cartoon was taken down after 2007. Almost 10 years ago, while GOT is only half way through its intended run and is, at the moment, theeeeeeee most popular TV show in not only the history of television but also the world. Case-in-point the actual queen of England came to the main set in Ireland and met the main cast. That says more than I or anyone else could ever write.

What You Wish For

Chapter 1: How It All Started

In the perpetually haunted city of Amity park the sun was shining with a clear blue sky above the spectrally malignant metropolis. In the heart of this neon green coated concrete jungle was the Annual ghost convention. In this gathering of all things spectral Fans, tourists, authors, business representatives, scientists, mercenaries and, of course, ghost hunters were buying, selling, and demonstrating weapons, equipment and merchandise. Even the Guys In White or 'GIW' had a recruiting station with a line of people signing up to join the sanctioned ghost hunting organization. Surprisingly only one third of the ghostketeers known as team phantom was there: the lover of all things technology Tucker.

Being the entrepreneur that he was, got his own booth. He was making a killing selling authentic, Phantom merchandise. Including his own specially made spectral hunting gear constructed with materials 'borrowed' from Fenton-works. All is good in the convention until eventually, almost as if on cue, thee accident prone Jack Fenton found the one gypsy ghost hunting booth and grabbed her violet ancient light oiling lamp which he proceeds to drop and smash apart.

After which a green mist rose from the broken remains and flied through one of the air vents while the gypsy ghost hunter was demanding that Jack pay for ruining an antique lamp. But in the middle of her rant objects around the convention animated and started attacking people. Plants growing vines to strangle. Vehicles came to life and grew mouths to eat victims as they ran them over. Even the Standees of celebrities, military, and monsters became solid and whole, assaulting people with their once cardboard weapons.

As people riot trying to escape, the mercenaries and ghost hunters fight as best they can against they're newly found prey, evaporating into green smoke from only one ecto-attack no matter how powerful but only to be replaced with a more dangerous constructs. Soon after the brawl begins Tucker notices from his equipment that these ghosts have a pattern and an identical ghost signature no matter what they are.

While the Fentons and the other visiting ghost hunters handle the constructs, Tucker takes his ghost hunting gear and tracks down the source with the Fenton Finder. Following the device, Tucker fights and sneaks his way though the battle and panicking crowd until he finds himself two floors up, outside of the main office.

***Amity Park. Convention Center. 02Sept2014. 1400Hrs.***

Inside of the room, Desiree is floating in mid air, growing each second while being fanned by two faceless genie constructs as she enjoys the fruits of her labor, watching the chaos ensuing. She is interrupted as she hears someone knocking hard against the door to her temporary palace. Desiree assumes it is some straggling humans trying to break in to find refuge from her constructs. So she turns back to the large window that oversees all her chaos, ignoring little piggies trying to break into her wolf's den.

Unbeknown to her, it is actually Tucker on the other side out of breath from running away from the constructs and up the stairs while carrying 50 lbs of Fenton gear and his own gadgets. Moments later after repeated failures to knock or kick down the door Tucker mumbles. "Screw this."

Tucker takes out the Fenton Peeler and activates it. The short ecto-pistol extended into an ecto-rifle first and then re-configured, folding over itself until it reorganized into a chrome suite of armor over his entire body with a neon green coat of arms on his chest and a transparent mask covering his face. Using the Ecto-rifle he shoots a hole through the door, sticks the grenade launcher attachment of the rifle in the new hole and pulls the second trigger.

The Fenton ecto-grenade is launched into the room, harmlessly through the door hole and explodes the millisecond it makes contact with Desiree. The two genie constructs evaporate into a puff of smoke. The blast of the explosion hurls Desiree against the large window, cracking it into a spider web pattern before she falls to the floor, disorientated.

Tucker taps on the burnt and nearly disassembled door and it breaks off its hinges falling to the ground into the office. Walking into the room with his ecto-rifle focused on the glowing neon green ecto entity he cracks a smug smile. "Whoa! Desiree? The wishing ghost?"

Still recovering from the blast Desiree looks up at the confident voice and sees a figure in an unfamiliar chrome suite of armor. Desiree focuses on the coat of arms on the chest of the modern knight and sees the symbol of the Fentons. Fools, even by human standards, that built the machine that makes portals between her home and the human realm. The spectral wish granter was surprised to say the least as she had seen the Fenton clan Patriarch and Matriarch at the human gathering and even granted their wish that ghosts would appear. As far as she knew they were still fighting. Their hybrid son wouldn't have needed to use his parent's equipment. So who could this be? Desiree looked up and saw the face of one of the halfas' helpers. The foolish one. "YOU!"

"Holy crap! I actually beat you? That was easy. I thought Danny said you were one of the heavy hitters. I'll have to ask him why he's been having so much trouble this whole time."

Enraged by his insults the ghost genie raised off the ground and hovered in several feet in the air. "YOU DARE ATTACK AND INSULT ME, WHELP?"

"Maybe its because he relies too much on his ghost powers and not enough on the beautiful tech his parents and I develop. It takes him, what? A day to a week to defeat and capture you. I did it in like 10 seconds."

"NRAGH!" Desiree growled as she manifested green flames from her hand.

Tucker tightened his weapon and raised to her head. "Whoa there, ghost genie. You know what this is? Its a ghost's worst nightmare. Its strips away Ecto energy from ghosts until there's virtually nothing left but a husk. Jazz used it on Spectra once. It turned her into a pathetic old hag! Imagine what I'd do to you?"

"Why are you warning me?"

"You could call me a nice guy... and I get to say that I got to be the one who made the great and powerful Desiree to surrender with barely a fight. Well that's something I'll hold over Danny and Sam for a looong time." Desiree rolled her eyes at the whelp's statement as she saw the human pull out the small white and chrome cylinder from his knapsack. "Now how about you be a good little ghost genie and smoke yourself into this thermos and let me have my bragging rights."

"NEVER WHELP!" Desiree shouted as the green flames erupted from her hands and engulfed the young ghost hunter. "Who has the bragging rights now, whelp?" Desiree laughed as Tucker was engulfed in the emerald inferno. But almost instantly the flames ceased. Desiree was shocked to see that her normally all powerful flames hadn't burnt the human to a crisp or even dirtied the suite. The mortal was still smirking smugly at her while his armor was as shiny as ever.

"I'm gonna go with still me. Now think fast!" Tucker quipped as he fired his weapon and the ecto-bolt hit his spectral enemy square in the chest. Immediately after Desiree was hit with the luminescent energy blast Desiree began peeling in layers from her raven black hair down to her baby blue ghost tail.

While he wasn't there when the Fenton peeler was used on Spectra he had heard about it from Jazz and Danny. How the ghostly councilor had screamed in agony as she was peeled away decades at a time until she looked like a bag of bones in a crimson suite.

This was not that. Desiree screamed in agony sure, but as each layer peeled away Desiree did not seem to age as Spectra had. The ghost genie instead became smaller with each layer. Her skin became more flesh colored and darker. Her ghost tail disappeared and legs formed in its place. Even her clothes changed from their dull baby blue to a dark rich violet. Eventually the last layer was peeled away and Desiree fell from the air and landed in a pile of her own peeled ectoplasmic husks.

As Desiree was distracted, sloshing around in her own husks, Tucker collapsed his ecto-rifle back into its pistol form and re-holstered it. He then took out the Fenton Thermos, removed the lid, and pointed the opening at Desiree. "Say hi to Spectra for me."

Tucker slapped the lid onto the back of the thermos. The powerful blue vortex erupted out and engulfed any and all spectral energy it came in contact with. As Desiree was still in the pile of herself she heard what the mortal said. She heard the familiar blast of the cursed machine. Desiree knew what was coming. Desiree could even see it. She could see her former skin, hair, clothes and even her green ectoplasmic blood in the carpet and herself were soaked in being sucked away into the sky blue vortex. Desiree knew it was only a short matter of time until she was sucked in with the rest of herself. After what felt like an eternity for both of them the blue vortex retracted back into the Fenton Thermos.

"Ha! Gotcha, suck it Danny!" Tucker bragged as he slammed the lid back onto the top of the thermos.

"Ugh... wha-what did you do?"

Turning from the thermos to the voice, Tucker could see to their mutual shock, that Desiree was still in the room on her knees staring at her brown hands. "Whoa, how is that possi-"

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Desiree screamed at Tucker.

"This can't be happening." Tucker panicked as he took out the ecto-meter but found nothing.

"There is no ecto signature in the vicinity. Thank you for using Fenton works productions." The faintly feminine machine voice answered.

"What? That can't be right. You must be malfunctioning." Tucker reasoned as he started recalibrating the device. As he did Desiree grabbed onto the desk next to her and hoisted herself up onto her new feet.

"YOU! You will pay for what you have done to me mortal." Desiree threatened as she raised her other hand at Tucker.

Tucker looked away from his precious machine and took in the sight before him. The husks, peeled skin, and the ecto were all gone. Even the stains that still should have been on the carpet. "So the thermos did work."

For another few minutes Desiree kept pointing her hand at Tucker, concentrating. Trying in vein to manifest her emerald fire and burn the insufferable armored mortal. But instead she found only her arm burning not from the heat but from pain, pain that grew the longer she held up her arm. Her arm soon began shaking from the strain until it eventually gave up and collapsed at her side. Desiree was even more confused when she grabbed her weakened shoulder. Since her left hand was used to prop herself up on the desk she fell on the floor and on her ass in a thud.

Tucker couldn't help but laugh. Seeing one of the thee most powerful ghosts he's ever seen or heard of, a reality changer, on her ass in pain and too helpless to even stand up on her own. It was just too good. Seeing the mortal laugh at her humiliation he caused her filled Desiree with rage. She grabbed the stapler on the desk and threw it at Tucker with what little might she had left and hit him in the face plate. "You and all other mortals that wish upon me will suffer!"

Tucker only laughed even harder. "Yeah, sure. 'All will suffer' right?" Tucker pulled out glowing neon green hand cuffs. "I'm taking you back to Fenton Works."

"You will do no such thing mortal!"

"Would you stop with the 'mortal' crap? Since you can't go in the thermos we gotta do this the hard way." Panicking Desiree grabbed the hole puncher to defend herself. Tucker laughed again. "Wow, talk about how the mighty have fallen."

Desiree was ready to throw but before she had the chance an explosion erupted behind Tucker. Just like the ghost before him the blast hurled him against the wall almost knocking him through it. Once he landed the armor shut down and re-collapsed into the pistol. Leaving Tucker in only his civilian clothes.

"Come on out you waist of ectoplasm and get ready for your ass whoop'n!" Jack threatened as he charged into the huge hole he just made with his ecto-grenade launcher he was carrying. But to his dismay he saw no ugly slime drooling monstrous ghost for him to battle. "Uh, you sure you got the right room?"

"There was a huge ghost presence in here a minute ago." Maddie said walking in with a scanner.

"Well where'd it go? Ghost can't just disappear like that... can they?"

"Idiots!" Tucker yelled as he looked back at the desk and found his brag story missing. "And now she's gone! Great. You happy now?"

"Danny's friend. What are you doing here?"

Unknown to the three ghost hunters but at the outside of the ghost convention, behind the screaming and panicking crowds, the screen to a large air vent was broken open from the inside and a woman in rich violet silk was leaning against the wall of the building for support as she walked down the alley.