So, yes, I said I wasn't going to start another story, but I decided to start this one since it is really just a bunch of one-shots that I come up with when I need a break. I am working on a chapter for Christmas with the Enemies, though, so expect that in the next couple days. Enjoy this little filler chapter!

Phantom Kitty

Sam walked down the street, a large white, green, and black wrapped box in her hands.

Let's see, Danny said it was the complex on the corner, room 4C... There's the apartment!

The goth girl walked a bit faster, now certain if her destination. Walking up to the five story building, she balanced the box in one hand, pressing the correct intercom button.

"Hello? Is it Sam?"

"Yes, you idiot! Let me in, this thing is heavy!" She shuffled into a slightly more comfortable position, a muffled thump coming from the box.

"Fine! It's your own fault, though. I told you no gifts. At all." Sam heard a click, indicating that the door lock had been opened. She grabbed the door handle, careful not to jostle the box too much.

Walking through the simple lobby with teal wallpaper, she made for the elevator.

No way am I carrying this thing up the stairs.

Tucker grinned, his face mocking.

"Told ya she would get something, man. Not everyday you turn eighteen and get your own apartment. Besides, she's your girlfriend. Girlfriends do things like that."

"She isn't my girlfriend," Danny muttered out of habit. "And you've had your own place for a month. Valerie didn't get you anything."

Tucker shrugged. "Wasn't my birthday. She got me something then. And I can call her your girlfriend, even if you haven't gone on your first official date yet."

Danny opened his mouth, smart retort ready, when his door opened.

"You are so lucky I wasn't some mass murderer. What happened to locks? Not that I'm complaining," Sam said quickly.

"Ghost powers. Don't need locks, murderers can't kill me."

"I've seen you sleep. You sleep like the dead."

"Wow, Sam, you're turning into your mom."

She wrinkled her nose. "No I'm not. I'm fulfilling my role as you girlfriend. My mother is just overly paranoid. Anyways, open this quick. It can't stay in there forever."

Tucker grinned as he watched Danny pull off the paper. "Nice color scheme! You forgot the ghost stickers, though." His grin widened as he saw Danny's face.

"A cat?!" Sure enough, the ghost boy was holding a little white kitten. It had a black spot on its chest and belly and blue freckled eyes.

Sam crossed her arms, obviously pleased with herself. "Yup! Used my own money-with help from a very enthusiastic benefactor. That girl is one of a kind. Just like you."

Danny stared at the little kitten squirming in his arms. "Sam, I don't even know if I can have animals here! And I definitely don't have the money!"

"Mysterious benefactor, remember. He took care of food, toys, litter, vet bills, and the problem of keeping her here."

"Who would-" Danny's face paled as Tucker watched the exchange with barely suppressed glee. "Vlad. You are kidding me! Payback, isn't it?"

"Nope!" Sam said cheerfully. "My idea. He just so happened to support it. Fully. And you can't take her back, she's a rescue and this apartment will get lonely without a friend."

"Fine. I'll keep her. What's her name?"

"Hope!"

Danny looked at the cat in his arms. He had to admit, she was adorable, and easy to talk to, not that he would admit that to people. And she was from Sam. He had already weighed the pros and cons to having this cat, and the fact that she was a special gift from Sam very much outweighed the fact that Vlad had helped out in his having her.

Suddenly, a wisp of blue escaped from his mouth.

"Great. Interrupting my cat time." As he got ready to set Hope down, an idea formed in his mind: how would his kitten react to him going ghost? He kept the kitten in his arms and let his ghost half wash over him, his eyes closed.

Transformation over, he glanced back at the cat, only to jolt back in surprise. White innocent kitty was gone, and in her place was a jet black car, green and flecked eyes glowing sharply, a bright white spot on her chest, claws out and ready to fight. Hope the adorable kitten had turned into a formidable cat.

"Phantom Kitty," Danny whispered gently. "That's what Sam meant by you're being one of a kind like me. You're a half ghost cat, Phantom Kitty."

He watched in awe as the white blob on her chest turned into his own Danny Phantom insignia, before flying off, ready to fight crime with his newest little sidekick. Phantom Kitty.

How'd you like it? Phantom Kitty is a description of my own cat, but he's a boy named Hope. Not to be mistaken with Hope the white non-ghost cat. My kitty is Phantom Kitty 24/7!
I have also been thinking, and I will maybe continue my one-shots, but ONLY if I get a huge reaction and ONLY once I finish one of my other stories. Deal? Deal.