The basement of Fenton Work's consisted of cold sterile tables and cabinets on a stark white tiled floor. The only thing that gave this laboratory any color was the eerie green glow coming from the Fenton family's greatest technological achievement... the Ghost Portal.
The peaceful scene was disrupted by none other than the ghost hero of Amity Park, Danny Phantom. He flew through the portal and slammed his hand onto the console forcing the giant steel doors closed.
Danny let out a sigh as he transformed back into his human form, "I can't find her anywhere..." he said solemnly, "I guess it's time to face the music," he then slowly made his way up the stairs.
-Meanwhile in Jazz's room-
Ember laid on top of the bed strumming on her guitar while Jazz sat at her desk doing her homework.
"It's peaceful," Jazz said never removing her focus from her book.
Ember smirked, "Three... two... one..."
The door was thrust open revealing Amity Park's rudest little brother, Danny Fenton, "Ember, I have some bad news," he stated slowly.
"I know, you still haven't mastered knocking," Ember replied waving him off.
"Desiree is gone," Danny said rubbing the back of his neck, "I mean... I can't find her, at all."
Ember closed her eyes, "A teenage boy can't find the biggest breasts in the Ghost Zone..." she said pinching the bridge of her nose.
Jazz cleared her throat, earning Ember's attention. Jazz portrayed her her displeasure with a well placed glare.
"Not that I ever noticed..." Ember said fixing her attention back on Danny, "This needs a woman's touch."
"Woman's touch?" Danny asked peaking an eyebrow in confusion.
Ember turned her nose up at the teen, "Desiree hates men and since you technically qualify she would avoid you like the plague," she explained getting to her feet.
"Oh yeah?" Danny asked crossing his arms, "And what's your woman's touch going to do?"
Ember stretched and smirked, "I'm going to use my woman's touch to feel up your sister at the movies," she said walking past the boy.
Jazz followed quickly, "Ember! I told you not to mess with Danny anymore!" she exclaimed.
Danny shook his head, "You're helping... You're helping... You're helping..."
-An hour later-
Ember and Jazz held hands as they walked through the doors of the movie theatre and into the lobby.
Jazz had given Ember wayward glances the entire trip to the theatre, glances that did not go unnoticed by the former ghost rocker.
"Something on your mind Babypop?" Ember asked as she gave the usher the tickets.
"I just..." Jazz started, steeling her nerves, "Don't know what your next move is going to be..."
Ember led Jazz into the theatre and took seats in the back.
"Well?" Jazz asked, pressing the issue.
Ember rest her head on her girlfriend's shoulder, "I'm just going to enjoy this life for a while," she stated softly.
Jazz was rendered speechless by her sudden declaration.
Ember gave the other girl a smirk, "Besides, it's what you've always wanted, Babypop."
-Meanwhile, across town-
Tucker Foley sat behind a large desk and to his right stood none other than Sam Manson. The duo watched in amazement as Danny Phantom hovered back and forth across the room.
"As many times as we've seen Danny ghost-pace, I can never get used to it," Tucker said leaning back into his chair.
"This is really eating you up, Danny," Sam stated a look of concern on her face.
"It's my fault," Danny said as he continued to pace, "After all these years, you'd think I'd know to watch what I say around Desiree..."
"It's not your fault Danny..." Sam said softly, "She always puts a twist to your words."
"And you're trying to fix it," Tucker said nodding furiously.
"I can't find her..." Danny shook his head, "I just wish there was another option," he looked around in hopes that the ghost genie in question would magically appear as she was prone too.
The trio stayed in an awkward silence until Danny slumped his shoulders.
"I need to find another option," Danny he stated in a determined tone.
"Well..." Sam started, rubbing the back of her neck, "There's always another option..."
"Sam..." Danny said shacking his head, "I can't..."
"I didn't say to do it..." Sam said quickly, "I just said it's an option."
Danny put his hands over his face, "There's no guarantee it would work..." he groaned out.
"Why not?" Tucker asked leaning forward.
Danny removed his hands from his face, "She could become a ghost all over again..." he sighed, "Or she could just move on."
"Move on..." Tucker stated slowly, "Like go to Heaven or Hell?"
Danny broke eye contact for a moment, "Something like that..." he said floating higher into the air.
"Danny... You need to relax," Sam stated pleading with him.
"Yeah, dude," Tucker chimed in quickly, "You won't be any help to any one if you don't get some rest."
Danny nodded, "Rest... Rest sounds good... I'll see you guys tomorrow," he said phasing through the wall before either of his friends could bid him farewell.
"What do you think Sam?" Tucker asked staring at the spot on the wall that his best friend phased through.
Sam remained silent, knowing that neither of them could provide the answers Danny sought.
-A few hours later-
Jazz and Ember walked out of the theatre together. Ember had her arm slung carelessly around Jazz's shoulder, while Jazz leaned against Ember's body.
The young couple shared this loving embrace as they traversed the cold sidewalks of the city. Nothing was said as both were content to simply enjoy the peaceful silence.
Yet, unbeknownst to the buxom couple an imposing figure hid atop a near by roof, glaring as they walked out of view.
"Very Interesting..." a voice said slowly.
"Why don't we take her now, Skulker?" a second voice asked urgently.
"Technus... Her hair isn't aflame..." Skulker stated in contemplative tone.
"So!?" Technus questioned harshly.
"So, this changes aspects of the hunt."