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A/N: Tell me how you like it. I'm aware that the characters are a little OC but Danny's much older, so I declare freedom there, as for Jack, well you'll see. Anyhow, I'll continue this if you strange strange people are willing to read it. But please, please, please, tell me of any mistakes or points-of-hating-it.

Chapter Two: Pigeons and Snow Balls

Recap: "Merry Christmas Phantom, you have the rest of the day off."

To say he was happy would have been an understatement. As soon as he had heard those beautiful, magnificent words pass through Paulina's lips Danny was out the window like a shot. Or a jet or maybe a ghost…alright, so the last one was lame, but you get the idea.

Nonetheless, he had happily spent the next several hours racing across the sky, making sure to stay up far too high for airplanes, U.F.O.s, ghosts, birds, etcetera…

Alas, sitting around all day, no matter how comfy the chair, could only lead to one dreaded thing…

"Urgh," Danny cried while plopping down on a bench in some abandoned park, "I am so out of shape!"

"What are you supposed to be then, a cat?"

"No, I'm a half-ghost—a humanoid ghost—so absolutely no part of me can be cat like."

"…Not even your hair?" the wind rustled and swept the young man's hair up into the form or cat ears…not that he seemed to notice.

"Nope."

"Sooo…what do you mean?" snow began to fall as a presence, like ice-cold wind, settled itself to Danny's left.

"The phrase means…eck!" Danny shot his fist into the air, almost causing the presence to fall right off the bench, "it's means I'm out of shape! There's no way I can defeat bad guys like this!"

"Bad guys?"

"What if the blasted Fruit Loop where to find a way to return from outer space—"

"Highly unlikely."

"—or the tyrannical ghost king where to find his way back out into the world, or—"

"Now you're being just plain ridiculous."

"—what if all the animal ghosts where to band together to form ultra-mega something-or-other, and they allied themselves with my mother's cooking—"

"I have no idea what it is you're talking about, but please, do continue

"AAARRGGHH! There's no way I can save the world if I'm not even in the proper shape to take down the box ghost!"

The presence stayed silent for a while, appearing to stare at the crazed one in utter amusement and disbelief, "could you even take on a butterfly, lost pigeon?"

"…" Danny had no way to reply.

And thus the presence kept with its curious stares.

"Well, at least I'm not some snow ball."

Looking down the presence chuckled; it would indeed look like the young man had been talking to a snow ball this whole time.

"So who are you sno—" the great hero never got to finish his sentence as the ball smacked him in the face, sending him flying backward into a snow bank.

With a glare Danny blindly smacked the snow away; ready to rebuke and even hammer the one who'd dare trick him on his day off. But the laughter, kind, gentle, childish, old, sad, and so very, very warm—despite the chilly temperature that the presence seemed to leak like a broken faucet—caught him by surprise.

And the more Danny stared, the more he could swear he saw the figure of a teenager.

"The names Jack Frost."

And the image was gone, replaced with nothing more than a space of cold, cold, air. Not that it could bother Danny, after all, his core was made of ice-and he'd definitely seen weirder.

"Danny, Danny Fenton-Phantom."