Hey! I'm back! So here's the deal, after days of being all woozy from pain killers I sat down with a clear head and tried to write something. This is what came out. It's a Kim Possible crossover, which is not what I had planned to start with but I can't help it! So enjoy… oh and remember this is after my story Rehabilitating Vlad for DP and after "So the Drama" I guess for KP (cuz I haven't really watched it since then). Oh except she has that cool car that her brothers built. Okay onto the story…

But first I'd also like to thank latecomers goldacharmed and inukagome15 for their lovely reviews! You rock! For real now, here it is…

Kim Possible, followed closely by her faithful side kick and boyfriend, Ron Stoppable, entered the four-story mansion and immediately rolled her eyes.

"Well, there's no mistaking who the guest of honor is here," she quipped, taking in the flood of decorations that covered the fancy décor of the entranceway. Balloons, streamers, and banners draped the front hall in an elegant black and white, each bearing the infamous DP logo.

"It's his birthday; it's a big deal," Ron reminded her.

"As if every teenager rents out a giant mansion and invites hundreds of people to come party in it when they turn a year older," Kim pointed out. Ron only shrugged in response.

"Come on, let's go find the little super star," she muttered as she made her way into the next room. Ron followed her, eyeing a table of refreshments in the corner. Kim was too busy pushing her way through the crowd to notice him leave her side.

"Who are all these people?" she wondered. Kim glanced around her and realized she actually recognized most of them because, well, they were rich and famous.

"Like Danny Phantom," she thought and couldn't help but roll her eyes again. In her opinion it was ridiculous to give one person as much attention as the world was giving this teenager. She had seen first hand once what money and attention can do to a person and she did not like it. She shuddered, remembering how sad Ron had been when all his so-called friends stopped hanging out with him because he stopped being rich.

Speaking of Ron, Kim looked around her and noticed he had slunk away to the corner where they were serving cheese cubes and other small pieces of food. "Of course," she mumbled and began making her way towards him.

"Do you see him?" she asked when she reached the table and her cheese-loving boyfriend.

"Who?" Ron asked with a cheese cube on a tooth pick poised at his mouth.

"Uh hello?" Kim couldn't believe she really had to remind him, "Danny Phantom?! The half-teen-half-ghost super hero, who saved the world and in return received fame and fortune that apparently, though not surprisingly, has gone straight to his head."

Ron smirked, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone was a bit jealous."

"I am not jealous," Kim practically screamed at him, "It's just, I mean, Ron, you and I have saved the world hundreds of times and sure we get thanked for it, but at least we're humble about it. Just look at this place!"

"Yah, it's pretty cool."

"Ron-" Kim began to scold her boyfriend, but was interrupted by a man carrying a tray with martini glasses on it. Filling the glasses was some kind of green liquid with a strawberry on a plastic sword on the side.

"Phantom-tini?" the man offered, "No alcohol."

Kim gave Ron a do-you-get-what-I'm-saying-now? look.

"Okay, I know what you mean," Ron replied after shooing the man away, "And I agree with you. Fame, fortune, super powers, and drinks named after him? This kid holds way too many cards. I can only imagine what would happen if someone were to get on his bad side. Like if he was here, at his party, having a whole lotta fun, and then someone were to come up to him and just ruin that fun . . . with like some serious stuff to talk about . . . like we have to . . ." Ron's breathing got extremely shallow and he began wheezing, "Kim, I don't think this is a good idea."

"Ron! You can't seriously be afraid of Danny Phantom! Not only does he swear to only use his powers for good, but, come on, ghosts? So not scary. We've faced worst, trust me."

"Ki-im," Ron persisted, "the guy can shoot green glowing beams from his hands!"

"Oh and that doesn't sound like anybody we know," Kim snapped.

Ron thought about it for a second. "Oh, right, but still!"

"But nothing! Come on, we've got three more floors to try," Kim said, ignoring Ron's protests and dragging him over to an elevator she had spotted.

Three floors and five Phantom-tini offers later . . .

Kim and Ron got into the elevator again and Ron automatically pressed the button for the next floor up.

"Maybe he knows we're looking for him and he's avoiding us," Ron suggested, referring to the fact that they had been searching for what seemed like hours and still had not found the Phantom. "It wouldn't be that hard," Ron continued, "considering he can make himself invisible!"

"Well that would be rude and childish," Kim replied, ". . . you're probably right."

The elevator doors slid open to reveal the brilliant night sky as the couple found themselves on the roof of the party mansion.

"Oh, oops! Looks like we ran outta floors," Ron felt the need to explain, "I don't think we looked hard enough on the second floor, you know, the one with the cheese fountain, yah, let's go back there." Ron turned to get back in the elevator but Kim stopped him.

"Wait," she said, squinting around at the darkness that surrounded them, "do you hear voices?"

They both froze in place and listened to the low murmur of voices coming from behind the elevator.

"That is not O'Ryan's Belt; you're way off!" a female voice taunted, rising above the murmur.

"Well, what is it then?" Kim and Ron were able to hear a male voice respond.

"It's nothing," the female voice then answered.

The male voice didn't agree. "Nothing?! How can that be nothing? It's all-Jazz! Jazz, isn't that O'Ryan's Belt?"

Kim and Ron had to strain to hear the third person joining the conversation. "Whatever it is, you're wrong, Sam's right," a new female voice, Jazz apparently, stated abruptly.

Kim tugged on Ron's sleeve and crept forward to peer around the elevator. Ron got the message and followed her.

They could see a guy and a girl leaning on the guardrail perched on the edge of the roof as they gazed up at the night sky. They both had black hair and appeared to be in black semi-formal wear for the party. A little farther away was a girl with orange hair sitting on a crate and talking to another girl with dark skin and long brown hair. They were both in party dresses and seemed to be deep in conversation.

"Well, there you have it," the black-haired girl said, referring to Jazz's answer. The boy shot her a pouty face, but then smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

Ron jerked Kim back behind the elevator.

"Kim, that's Danny Phantom!" he hissed.

"It is?" Kim asked surprised, "How can you tell?"

"The all black and silver tie, come on Kim," Ron said as if it were obvious, "that's his signature look."

"Yah and since it's his signature look, do you know how many other people are wearing it right now?" Kim whispered back.

"Oh," Ron replied, sounding deflated, "good point."

"Besides why would Danny Phantom be hanging out on the roof when he could be partying with a whole house of rich and famous people?"

"I like the view?"

Kim and Ron turned around to see that they were no longer talking in private. The boy and girl were peeking around the corner of the elevator, listening to them apparently.

The girl turned to whack the guy on the shoulder. Kim realized it was because he had spoken and blown their cover.

"Wait, so you are Danny Phantom?" she blurted out as it dawned on her that he had answered her question as if he were.

"Guilty," Danny replied as he came forward with a hand outstretched, "and you are?"

Before Kim could respond, the girl whacked Danny on the shoulder again.

"Ow," Danny complained, using the hand he had offered Kim to rub where he had been hit. Twice. "I was going to introduce you in a second. Cut me some slack, I'm new at this, remember?"

The girl rolled her eyes and pulled Danny closer to her. "I don't care if you introduce me," she hissed, "but you should recognize who you're about to introduce me to and I don't think you do."

Danny looked at Kim, clueless, then back to his girlfriend and shrugged.

Sam sighed. "Kim Possible," she stated.

"Oh," Danny replied, then he comprehended it and let out a more meaningful "oh!"

"I am so sorry," he said, grabbing Kim's hand, "I really am new at this and I feel really bad that you knew who I was right away and I didn't recognize you." Kim smiled to show that there were no hard feelings. "Although, to be honest, I really wouldn't be able to recognize the majority of those people below us so uh, don't feel left out," Danny finished lamely.

"Nice," Sam commented sarcastically. Then she turned on a smile and said to Kim and Ron, "I'm Sam by the way."

Kim shook her hand, then introduced Ron, causing another round of hand-shaking.

"I don't get it," Kim spoke up since she was still confused, "It's your party, but you don't even know the guests?"

Danny laughed, but it was without humor. "Yah," he started slowly, "this wasn't exactly my idea." He shared a look with Sam.

"Whose idea was it then?" Kim asked.

Just then the elevator dinged and a boy also in casual party clothes and with dark skin got off.

"Guys!" he exclaimed upon seeing Danny and Sam.

"Speaking of the devil," Danny muttered.

"What are you doing up here? You're supposed to be down there, you know, schmoozing," the boy scolded, completely ignoring Kim and Ron.

"Schmoozing, Tucker?" Sam replied, shooting him her best you-gotta-be-kidding-me look.

"Mingling, idly chatting, partying, whatever you want to call it, just why aren't you doing it?" He was getting mad now.

The elevator dinged again and revealed an older man with silver hair.

"Ah, here comes my designated schmoozer now," Danny said with a concealed smirk.

Tucker turned around to see the newcomer and got even madder.

"Vlad?!" he practically yelled. "You sent Vlad to mingle with your guests?! What kind of a message does that send to your future friends?"

"Welcome, Danny hopes you're having a great time," Vlad answered.

Tucker just gaped at him.

"What? Don't look at me, Danny told me what to say," Vlad explained. When Tucker still didn't respond, he began making his way through the teens. "We still got that cooler of water up here? Those Phantom-tinis are not thirst-quenching at all," he continued as he disappeared behind the elevator.

"Totally," Ron suddenly spoke up, reminding the three friends that him and Kim were still there, "and what's up with that weird after taste?"

Danny laughed. "Come on," he said, motioning for Kim and Ron to follow him around to where Vlad had gone behind the elevator, "I think we've got something to fix that."

Kim and Ron followed Danny, Sam, and the still fuming Tucker to where the two girls were talking on the crates. Vlad had joined them, though they weren't speaking to him, and was opening a bottle of water he had apparently retrieved from the cooler full of sodas and water bottles that was off to the side.

"Welcome to the real party," Danny announced, then pointed to the cooler. "Help yourself." Ron did so before pulling up crates for him and Kim.

"Real party," Tucker echoed sarcastically.

"Yah, like the kind we used to have before the world found out my secret and I became famous," Danny said, trying to shake Tucker out of his sour mood.

"And before his fame went to your head," Sam chimed in.

"The only thing I remember us doing before all this was ghost fighting," Tucker replied, letting a smile creep onto his face.

Danny laughed and patted his friend on the shoulder as they all sat down on the other crates and formed a circle. "True."

Danny looked around and realized he had to make introductions again. "Everybody, this is Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. Kim and Ron, this is my friend Tucker, over there is my sister Jazz, and beside her is our friend Valerie." Danny paused, thinking he was finished, but then he saw Vlad. "Oh and the old guy's Vlad."

"Thanks a lot," Vlad said sarcastically as he loosened his tie.

"Kim Possible, really?" Valerie spoke up. Kim just nodded. This was a lot to take in. She barely had time to process it all. Here she was meeting the boy she had read and heard so much about the past few months and he was nothing like she expected. "You are like the role model for strong women everywhere," Valerie gushed.

"Thanks," Kim said, blushing a bit.

"Speaking of strong women," Valerie said, getting up and pulling Jazz with her, "we're going down to the party."

"We are?" Jazz asked somewhat fearfully.

"Yes, you need to seriously loosen up hon," Valerie explained, "now come on, let's go hit on some famous dudes." And with that Valerie dragged the protesting Jazz to the elevator and disappeared inside of it.

"At least someone's going to enjoy the party," Tucker complained, turning sour again.

Danny rolled his eyes.

"Dude, I thought this was what you wanted," Tucker continued.

"No, this was what you wanted," Danny reminded him, "I suggested bowling."

Tucker considered this for a moment. "Oh right," he admitted. He turned to his friend with a guilty smile. "Sorry."

Danny returned the smile. "Don't sweat it," he said reassuringly, "but if it's alright with you I'm still gonna hang up here on the roof with my real friends, okay?" Tucker nodded. "That reminds me, what were you two doing on the roof?" Danny asked, turning to Kim and Ron.

"Looking for you actually," Kim replied, suddenly remembering her mission, "We came to ask you about something important." She pulled out a photograph and handed it to Danny. "It concerns Mr. Masters," she explained hesitantly with a glance in Vlad's direction.

"Oh goody," Vlad said dryly as he leaned over to look at the picture Kim had given to Danny. He gasped and practically snatched the photo.

"That's the Blaster Bazooka 9.0 that I designed, but never got around to using!" Vlad exclaimed. "What is it doing in the hands of this blue man? He's not even holding it correctly!"

"Mr. Masters, where was this, as well as your other weapons, being kept while you were undergoing trial?" Kim asked authoritatively.

"In my old mansion," Vlad answered, "in an underground lab under a lot of security."

"You mean where-?" Danny began and was cut off by a curt nod from Vlad. The two stared at each other and if Kim didn't know any better she would have thought they were communicating telepathically.

"Mr. Masters," she said to get Vlad's attention back.

"Call me Vlad please," Vlad replied, breaking his silent conversation with Danny to look at Kim.

"Okay, Vlad," Kim continued, "We have reason to believe someone is distributing your old weapons or selling them on some kind of black market. Does anyone have access to them?"

"And by that you mean do I have access to them?" Vlad asked with a smirk.

"Well, yes," Kim admitted.

"No," Vlad answered honestly, "nobody has been allowed except the government agents who boarded it up. The estate and all it's contents still remain off-limits to me and the public as well. Honestly, I have no clue what the government plans on doing with it."

"They were considering handing the lab and weapons over to my parents since they're the experts, but I think your new friendly relationship with them has the agents putting the decision on hold," Danny explained to Vlad.

"You're sure no one can get into it?" Kim asked, steering the conversation back to her mission.

"Positive," Danny answered her, "we've seen it for ourselves. However…" Danny seemed to get lost in thought.

"You don't think…?" Vlad asked him.

"It'd be so incredibly stupid, but I wouldn't be surprised," Danny replied.

"What?" Kim demanded, fed up with the unfinished sentences.

"Ghosts would have no problem getting into the mansion," Danny admitted.

"Especially after we were there," Vlad added, being careful to avoid explaining why they were there since Danny was making it clear he didn't want to tell Kim and Ron about the whole Fright Knight incident.

"Ghosts selling anti-ghost weapons?" Ron laughed, "That would be pretty stupid."

"But sadly, not unlikely," Sam reminded everyone.

"Let's go," Danny said, standing up.

"Go where?" Kim asked, but she stood up too.

"To Vlad's old mansion, it's not far from here."

"You mean leave the party?" Sam asked, getting up, "Count me in." She and Danny then turned to Tucker.

"Just be back in time to cut the cake," he muttered with a sigh.

"You could come with us," Danny suggested.

"Nah," Tucker said as he got up and headed to the elevator, "you were right; this is what I wanted. I might as well enjoy it." He swiveled back around, "Plus Val and Jazz are going to need a shoulder to cry on when they get turned down and, lucky me, I've got two perfect shoulders right here."

"Keep dreamin'," Sam called to him, but Tucker ignored her and got into the elevator.

Danny turned to see that Vlad was the only one still sitting. "You coming?" he asked.

"Of course," Vlad replied, "but how are we going to get there?"

"I brought my car," Kim suggested.

Danny, Sam, and Vlad traded looks.

"As long as it's fast," Danny said with doubt in his tone.

Kim just smiled and motioned for them to follow her to the elevator.

Like I said earlier, I'm not good with one-shots so this will be a two-shot. It might be the next update, it might not. I really don't know what I'll feel like writing next! But it will be soon cuz I just switched to a MacBook and I am looking for any reason to be on it!