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A/N: DONT KILL ME! I am so sorry. I never knew that year 11 could be this hard. What with GCSE's and... a bunch of stuff. And essays left right and centre. Its been mental and I have had COMPLETE and utter writers block with just this story. I've written about three WHOLE OTHER STORIES since January, but this is the only one... well, I have nothing. Anyway, as is customary, I have to answer my reviews, as I always do. But, I know you guys. So instead, review answers will come at the end (a novelty) and this chapter will come first.

If this doesn't take too long, you may get another chapter up tonight. If it takes me forever, you'll get another chapter on Monday night. If you're lucky. And if I don't get writers block. For now, enjoy! The LONG LONG LONG awaited Chapter Seven of The Phantoms: Return to Amity Park.

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Chapter Seven - Signals

Sam had never seen Danny drive like a mad-man before. Road rage was simply something that the couple had never suffered from. However, when he had recieved that phone call from Roscoe just ten minutes earlier, it seemed like all the pent-up rage against the world had come out. They were currently driving, intangible and invisible through the streets of Amity Park, with Jazz in the back seat. Their parents and John had remained back at the restaurant, having told the three to return home and deal with the ghost problem. They were, after all, the most experienced in that particular field.

As they reached the familiar street that ended with the "Fenton Works", Danny slowed the car down, stopping it accidentally inside somebody elses car. The two women found this somewhat hilarious, even though the situation wasn't really the best situation that they could be in. Growling under his breath, Danny moved the car forwards until it was in a space of its own and simply flew out the top, leaving Jazz and Sam to get out of the car the normal way. Just as Danny was about to simply fly through the front door, Jazz stopped him.

"Danny, think about what you're doing! You can't just barge in there!" Jazz, always the voice of reason, tried to calm her irate younger brother, but clearly, to no avail.

"Jazz, my kids are in there. Your little boy is in there! And there's a ghost in there who could obliterate them! What the hell do you want me to do, just stand here and let that ghost..."

Sam put a hand on her husband's shoulder. "Danny, Jazz is right. You can't just go barging in there. You have to have a plan!"

"I do! Go in there. Kick ghost ass. Send ghost back to ghost zone. Effective and fast. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

"No."

It was rare for Jazz to take the driving seat in anything that involved ghosts, especially when Danny was around. Having a brother as a half-ghost, she knew that ghosts were his thing, and that helping him out should really take a back seat when it came to her. After all, if anybody was in the right position to help Danny with his plans, it was Sam, who had accompanied Danny on many an adventure, and knew a lot more about ghosts than Jazz apparently did. However, when Jazz wanted to be defiant, and when this was more a case of simple logic than simple 'physical' pain, she was the one to step forward.

"Now, listen to me Danny. I know that over the years, ghost hunting has been your thing. But you have got to listen to me! If you just go barging in there, that other ghost will retailate and you'll have a massive ghost fight on your hands. With your children in the house." That, certainly caught Danny's attention. This was something he had been dreading - a time when his paternal instincts clashed with his ghost fighting instincts. One side was telling him to barge in, and the other side was telling him to listen to his sister. The more logical side winning, he turned to his red haired older sister. She smiled. "I knew you'd listen to reason. Now, here's what we do..."

Roscoe was officially worried. It had been almost twenty minutes since he had called hsi father, twenty minutes since he had begged for help. And yet, nothing. They were still sitting on the floor, talking about their problems, although Roscoe had since refused to talk about any of his - especially after seeing the effects that talking had had on his younger siblings and his cousin. They were currently sitting around, more depressed than they had been before, if you could even call them that. Roscoe had always been told that talking about problems was a good idea. But in this case, it seemed that it was possibly the worst idea that you could have. Sighing, he gazed out of the window, hoping for something, anything...

And that's when he heard it.

The little boy's heart soared as he heard the keys in the door jingle, meaning that somebody was back. Somebody was going to get them out of this situation. Keeping one eye trained on the front door, he noted that his mom walked through the door, accompanied by Aunt Jazz and... dad! Heart soaring higher, he watched as his father walked into the living room in which they were all in; watching as Danny took everything in, and watching as his eyes appeared to change from their usual ice blue, to metallic green, clearly showing his anger to anybody who knew about the instant change.

"Mia," said Danny simply, noting that Jazz and Sam had walked into the room and appeared to be tidying up after the kids evening of 'fun'. Watching as the confused teenager turned around, he looked into her red eyes and instantly knew that something was wrong. There was confusion in those eyes, but not anger. Clearly, she didn't recognise who he was. Which was a good thing. Either they had never met, or he had changed enough. "Thanks for looking after the kids. If you'll just step out with me, I'll get your payment to you. Sam, Jazz, can you..."

"..get the kids to bed? Will do." Jazz nodded.

Giving her and his wife a discreet smile, he lead Mia out of the room, but not before giving Roscoe a quick wink. Seeing the look of relaxation on the boy's face was what made being a hero and father the best things in the world for Danny. Literally stepping out of the house, he allowed 'Mia' out first, giving him a chance to turn invisible and transform into his ghost form in silence and invisibility. The change was easy as it had always been - even though he had not done it for a while. 'Mia' turned around and looked into the nothingness, her eyes widening. It wasn't until then that she felt the hot ray of light in her stomach, looking down, the spirit within felt a pulling sensation, and soon she was out for the world to see. Spectra. Looking as youthful as ever.

Looking up, she looked into the eyes of Jazz Fenton, a girl she remembered from her brief stint at Casper High. Suddenly realising who the black-haired man must have been, she turned around just in time to be exposed to a green ectoplasm blast that seemingly came from nowhere. Hearing the laughter from above, she looked up into the metallic green eyes of a very grown-up Danny Phantom. Not only was he physically taller, he was stronger, his eyes displayed a maturity that could only come from growing up as a mixture of two different species; becoming a father.

"To be honest Spectra, I never thought that you would lose your touch so much. I mean, a blast like that... fifteen years ago, you would have dodged that with ease." Danny grinned, knowing that jabs about aging would certainly get Spectra going. "And talking of fifteen years ago, where's Bertrand? Or did he dump you cause you got too old?" Although they were childish japes, Danny was enjoying annoying Spectra. He was old enough and experienced enough to be able to judge when attacks were coming, so the sole reason for his mockery was simply to annoy the hell out of an enemy.

"DAMN YOU DANNY PHANTOM!" Spectra screamed to the high heavens, before throwing an ectoplasm blast at Danny, which missed him by ten feet, as he quickly dodged upwards. Before him, he could sense lights being turned on and people gazing out of their windows, desperate to find the source of the noise, and amazed to see that the long missed Danny Phantom had returned to protect the streets of Amity Park. "I will not be beaten by the likes of you!" She paused for a second, before a sickly sweet smile appeared on her face. "So, any problems you'd like to discuss? Marital problems?"

"By 'the likes of' me, d'you mean..." Danny began to count off his points on his fingers, "the strongest ghost in the ghost zone, and probably in this world too, and the guy who has beaten you time upon time without even breaking a sweat?" Another mis-aimed blast from Spectra, "Jeez Spectra. You shouldn't have aged a day, being a ghost, and here I am fifteen years older, thirty years old, and still better than you!"

"Lets not forget younger and better looking!" A familiar voice shouted from Danny's left side and he looked to see Sam, a grin on her face. Looking at the window next to her, he saw the kids gazing out of the window, the four Fenton children with wide grins on their faces as they cheered on their father, and Trey looking very confused and looking for signs of human Danny Fenton, who was obviously nowhere to be seen. "Hey Spectra! Eat Ghost Peeler!!"

Spectra dodged out of the way. "No way am I falling for that one again!" Flying out of its path, she threw attack upon attack at Danny, who dodged almost all with ease. Although a few of them grazed his shoulder of calf, he showed no pain and simply reciprocated with a simple blast here and there. Angered, Spectra glared at Danny from her position opposite him, and slightly higher up.

"I honestly think that answers your question about marital problems Spectra," answered Danny. "Anyway, shall we just get this over and done with, so I can go back to being a guy and you can go back to growing older?"

"Danny Phantom, you are NOT going to beat me this time!" She paused again. "AND I'M NOT GOING TO GROW OLDER!"

Screaming, she threw a barrage of attacks at him once more, but instead of even attempting to fight back, Danny simply looked at her, intangible, as every attack simply went through her and disappated in the air behind him. Many threats were uttered by the ghostly woman, however, none were able to be backed up, as Spectra soon found herself unable to move her limbs. Looking down to her 'body', she noted that she was encased in what appeared to be a red cocoon. From her shoulders to her ankles. Fighting against it, she found that there was no way she could break it.

She looked up at Danny, contempt in her eyes, as she realised that he clearly had no part in this - he wasn't paying any attention to her. Instead, his eyes were on something behind her. His eyes were on his oldest son, who seemed to be displaying his very unique ghost powers. Noting, even from that much of a distance that his eyes were red, Danny smiled inwardly. He knew that from today, he would have another terror to train. Turning his mind back to the situation at hand, he pulled out the ever-faithful Thermos from behind him and simply sucked Spectra into it, the bindings on her body disappating as she disappeared back into the Thermos. Not bothering to land on the ground, Danny simply turned intangible and flew back into the Fenton Works, turning human as he touched down beside his wife and sister.

"Thanks."

"Anytime."

"DADDY! OH MY GOD, THAT WAS SO AWESOME!!!"

"DADDY! GO GHOST AGAIN, PLEASE?!?"

"DAD, THAT'S THE MOST AWESOME THING I'VE EVER SEEN!"

Danny groaned inwardly. Getting the kids to bed tonight would be significantly harder than normal.

"Failure," said a junior ghost, as he addressed the ghost in the centre of the room.

"Damnit!" The ghost stood. He was formidable, appeared to be in human form but clearly, from his glowing aura belonged in the ghost zone. Looking at all the other ghosts within the room, he noted that they were all trembling in their seats. And this gave him some kind of twisted sense of pleasure, knowing that he inspired fear in so many ghosts. Knowing that they were too scared to disobey his word. "Do we know any more about the situation?"

"We know a lot more about him, and his status. That is all."

He sat. "Not a complete failure then." Sighing, he looked up at the large screen before him. "Assemble a team of the strongest ghosts you can to take him out. The faster we dispose of him, the quicker our real plans can begin."

END

A/N: Well, did I make up for it? The battle bit was crapola. And I know that this chapter is VERY SHORT by my standards. But really, this is the length that the chapter needed to be. It was to be a failure, and I conveyed that. And we discovered Roscoe's powers! HOW AWESOME!!

Anyway, I would just like to say at this point, I know that the finale to Danny Phantom has come out in the form of Phantom Planet. I have watched this (I stopped writing to watch it about an hour and a half ago) and I would just like to say now, that all events within this story are going to be AU to Phantom Planet. As I had not seen Phantom Planet as of starting this series, all following stories within this series are going to be written as if Phantom Planet (and most of Series Two and Three, to be honest) never existed. Mostly because I live in England and go to boarding school for 9 months a year, meaning I can't watch Danny Phantom as often as I would like.

Now, I promised you all review replies did I not? There were only two (which certainly makes this job a lot easier...) so, anyway, before I go to sleep, here are my review replies:::

S2TeenNovelist - Loads of un-needed details! But that's what I've come to expect from your spontaneous reviews, so KEEP DOING IT! Anyway, I'll take you up on that offer of asking questions about the US... leave your email address with this review (I know there will be one, although it'll be short... considering that this chapter is VERY SHORT) and I'll get in touch. I LOVED putting Jack in normal clothes. It didn't make sense in my mind... but it was fun. And designing Sam's outfit was pretty wicked. I love just sitting around and drawing characters clothes, so it really let out the inner artist. And nice guess about Spectra. But then, you've always hit these things right on the head. Anyway, this chapter may not have been up to your INTENSE expectations, but I hope you liked! And NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UP SOONER!!! (cause I know that you'll talk about that in this review...)

The-Writing-Princess - Thank you! Hope you enjoyed this one!!

Night everybody!!!

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