A/N: HEYO!
I'm back with a new chapter of Spook Island! I somehow managed to write two later chapters and not the ones between instead of today's when I was supposed to. So instead of being nice and giving you all the island perspective, I'm bringing to you Amity Park!
I don't know if I ever clarified, but Phantom Planet DID happen. My only twist is that only Valerie found out about Danny's identity, everyone else is completely oblivious. Vlad is still floating off near Kerberos, a moon of Pluto. If any of you get that casual reference to another fandom, leave your guess in the reviews! Also Danny and Sam are NOT dating, they both are still crushing on each other in secret.
Thank you all for following, favoriting or even just taking the time to check this out! I'll be posting a couple more Danny Phantom crossover fics soon, one of which I'm done with and already on a sequel. So keep an eye out for those!
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"Sam!"
The goth girl jerked awake, and immediately hissed at the sunlight flickering through her window. "Mom! Dad! Go awa-" She stopped, confused by their distraught expressions. "What's wrong?"
Her normally bouncy and happy parents looked exhausted, and they were still in pajamas. Her mother had no makeup or jewellery done at all, and her father's hair was messy and untamed.
Pam swallowed. "Honey, the plane your classmates were on..." she hiccuped, tears gathering in her eyes, "they... it..."
"They disappeared," Jermey finished.
Sam stared at them. "Tell me you're joking."
Neither of them said a word, both silent save for Pam's sobs.
"No!" Sam launched herself out of bed, and scooped up her phone. She dialed Danny's number and waited.
"The phone you are dialing is currently not available. Please-"
"NO!" She screamed, dropping it.
Jeremy was crying now, "Sam, I'm so sorry."
The teenager screamed, her tears spilling over. Her heart wrenched. "NO! No, DANNY, NO!" Puling her closer, her parents buried their faces in her hair. She trembled, simply whispering the halfa's name.
"Danny..."
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At precisely eight fifty -six, Tucker's PDA lost contact with Danny's phone.
Exactly thirty-nine seconds later, Tucker woke from his cough syrup-induced sleep. He let out a sneeze as he reached for his PDA on his bedside table and turned it on to shut the alarm down. It continued screaming, "CONTACT WITH DANIEL JAMES FENTON LOST! PHONE UNRESPONSIVE! LOCATION UNKNOWN! CONTACT WITH DANIEL JAMES FENTON LOST! PHONE UNRESPONSIVE! LOCATION UNKNOWN!"
The techno-geek froze. He shook his head and began typing away at the screen. The PDA continued the alarm, albeit much quieter now that it had been acknowledged.
After half an hour of hacking, research and coding, Tucker dropped his PDA.
In bright red, bold letters, it showed the plane as "MISSING"
His nose stuffed, he ripped his covers away and grabbed a new set of clothes. Adding his half a dozen phones and PDAs, he ran downstairs to the kitchen. Already, his parents were up and making breakfast.
"Tucker?! What are you doing?! You're sick!" His mother gasped. "Get your butt back in bed!"
A coughing fit took over the boy, then ceased after a moment. "I can't," he rasped. "Look."
On the television in the other room, the news station abruptly sported a "Breaking News" banner.
Lance Thunder looked stunned, but seemed to be talking through it.
"This morning, a class from our very own Casper High departed from the airport for Rio, Brazil in South America," he told the camera. "That was about five am. Around nine, we received word that their plane is missing. The signal is completely gone, and the students aren't responding to the messages sent through phones or other devices."
The reporter began listing names, photos appearing in rows as he said them. Danny's was last, and Tucker choked as he saw his best friend's pale face. His hair was as messy as always, and a band-aid went across the bridge of his nose. That picture was from the English project they'd had two weeks ago.
His parents gasped. "Oh my god!" His mother wailed.
Tucker yanked out a PDA and sent a message to Jazz and Sam. "We need to *sneeze* get the Boomerang from Danny's house," he said. "It's locked *sniffle* locked on to his DNA signature. *sniffle*"
He stared at his phone that held a map of the route his friend's plane was supposed to take.
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Jazz was already awake, as she had driven Danny to the airport. He was pretty nervous, only because he was leaving the city unprotected. She returned home, and went back to sleep for a few more hours to get some rest.
But she didn't.
The whole time she was driving home, she had this sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. By the time she got home and entered the house, she knew something was going on.
Unfortunately, the TV had been impaled by a stray invention the week before. So she was left with the internet and Tucker.
By nine thirty, she was pacing nervously in her room. When her phone lit up with a text, she dove for it, her face taking when she saw it wasn't Danny.
Then she shrieked.
She called Tucker, rushing down to the kitchen. Jazz slammed her fist onto one of the many buttons mounted on a control panel hidden behind the microwave. A light began flashing, and a square panel slid open on the wall. Maddie and Jack slid down it, still in pajamas.
"Jazz?!" Jack yelped. "What's wrong?!"
Tucker answered, and Jazz put him on speaker. "Tucker Foley, what the hell is going on?! My and my parents are here and we don't know what's going on!" Jazz yelled into her phone. The subtle note that her parents were present let him know that nothing about Danny's alter ego was to be said.
"I don't know!" The boy coughed. "My PDA lost contact with Danny's phone, and it's not tracking anything else on his plane! It's like they just vanished!"
The Fentons all paled. "No one can find the plane?!"
"No!" Tucker was definitely freaking out. "Our only hope is the Boomerangs, or to key another of your devices to his signature. The records I've found only show the plane like it was there, and then it's simply gone!" He sneezed aggressively.
"Get Sam over here immediately," Jazz told him. "I'll call Valerie. I don't know if anyone else can help." She hung up and turned to her parents.
Maddie was hysteracle, while Jack seemed to be completely silent for once. He stared at Jazz.
"Mom, Dad, I know this is a shock, but you need to go get any Boomerangs and any ghost detecting equipment you have," she ordered.
Quickly, she sent a message to Valerie and ran up to her room to grab the one working Boomerang that had automatically keyed into Danny's DNA. She ran back down, to see that her parents hadn't moved.
"COME ON!" Jazz yelled. "Danny and his classmates are missing! Sam, Tucker, Valerie and I are the only ones who have any hope of even potentially finding them, and you standing there isn't any help!"
The two oldest Fentons seemed to snap out of it and rushed down into the lab.
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Valerie was already at the Fenton's house as soon as she heard the news. Jazz opened the door. "Good. You're here."
The Huntress blinked as she entered the house. Jazz was hiding her emotions, like Danny did when something was wrong. Well, this was definitely the time to do that.
Tucker and Sam were already in the living room. The techno geek had a cup of coffee and various phones, computers and wires spread around him. Each wire connected a Boomerang to individual devices, which then were connected to other random things. Maddie was hugging Sam, both shaking and watching the news numbly under a blanket. Jack hustled in a moment later with more coffee and a tool kit.
"No sign so far?" Valerie asked as she took a seat next to the jumble of wires.
With a shake of his head, Tucker poked her bag. "I need your tracking device from your suit," he hissed. "I've gotten Danny's signature off of the Boomerang and I'm plugging it into every piece of Fenton Tracker Tech I can. And your suit." He sneezed and sniffled into a tissue produced from a nearby box.
She obliged, slipping the small band that went around her wrist out of her pack. He took it and plugged it into the main computer. A moment later, she got it back, with no apparent change. "Type in his name and it'll hopefully work," he said. More quietly, he whispered, "either name will work. It's supposed to be stronger depending which form he's in when you type one of his names in."
Valerie nodded. "Got it. I can't do anything, though. My stupid collarbone's busted and Dad took everything but my tracker away so I can't sneak out." Her eyes lit up as Jazz handed her a Fenton Thermos, Fenton Phone, and wrist ray. "Or not."
Danny's older sister shook her finger. "That's not for going out on your own. We're contacting people to hopefully get clearance to join the search once it kicks off." She helped zip the ghost hunting weapons into Valerie's bag.
"The OP center can turn into the jet, and it'll be fast enough and will contain enough fuel for three days of searching," Jack called from the other room. Then he poked his head out of the kitchen. "Fudge?"
Valerie chuckled. Even in their shock and worry, Jazz was still the overprotective big sister and Jack was the overenthusiastic ghost hunter slash father.
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A/N:And the flashback ends! I don't know what else to call it, since Danny and Co. are already a few days ahead of when this took place. I might put Amity Park View every couple chapters to keep you guys updated on what's going on back in the hometown of Mister Spookums McGookums!
Happy late Halloween! Probably one of Danny's favorite holidays. I can picture him dressing up as Phantom and everyone's like OMG PHANTOM WHERE'D THAT NERD DANNY GO and he's like ? I'm right here?
And happy Day of the Dead! I realize that this is the first day and tomorrow is the Day of the Dead as well, but I wanted to say enjoy all your festivities!
Byee!
~Thederpypikachu98