AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well. Here we are. At yet another chapter of my most popular story so far. Ummm, well. Muses have been quiet. Sorry if the quality sucks, blame them. So yeah. Let's get on with it.

HAHAHA. Just joking, but Felix and Toby have been quiet. ANYWAYS, I got a request (somewhat) from an ANONYMOUS reviewer saying he/she would like longer chapters. SOOOO, I tried...and THIS is the outcome. WITH LOTS OF CAPITAL LETTERS. :D:D:D:D

Clark Kent/Superman P.O.V.

If the kid has one thing, he has ferocity. And lots of it. I don't know many kids who stand between Lois and I like that, because God knows that nothing will keep me from Lois. But there he was, pushing me back down onto and examination table, making me stay in my spot and take more UV radiation. Well, his better mind got the best of him in the end. So right we're going back to the Town Hall to discreetly pick up Lois. Civilian-style of course.

I'm still a bit wobbly, so the kid is holding me up. Somehow. I'm a couple feet taller than him and he's still managing to keep me upright. He never lets me stumble. I'm grateful.

"We'll just swoop in, grab her, get to the car, and swoop out," Danny looks at me, still speaking, "Not like flying or anything though, of course," He flashes one of those cheesy grins. Danny has a lot of charm. It's no wonder Lois likes him so much. Not like...that. Of course. I would hope not at least. Chills go through me.

"Okay, I know I'm not cold right now, dude," Danny grumbles.

"No, no. Just...thinking."

"You do that a lot."

"Yeah."

"You're doing it right now."

"Yeah."

Danny rolls his eyes, smiling.

We reach the Town Hall in a few minutes. I scan the crowd, seeing as Danny can't find Lois unless her flies above the crowd, and we wouldn't want that. Unless he went...invisible. Why don't I think of these things earlier?

"You find her?" Danny questions after a few seconds.

"Yeah, yeah. There she is," I point to a spot a little in the crowd. Lois has made herself unnoticeable. I don't think she likes it very much. She's about to frown her face off. I out on some sunglasses, and hoping that makes me unrecognizable, I walk into the crowd. I turn to look behind me and see Danny, walking a few feet back, hat on, sunglasses tilted. He's walking farther back from me. Good, the kid's got smarts, too.

"Lois!" I hiss a few feet away from her, "Lois!"

She looks at me. "Clark?"

"Yes, come here," I tell her. We walk out of the crowd, and back into the alley where we left off to make it to the Hall.

"Are you alright? I thought you were dead and when Danny took you away, I thought I was never going to...Oh, my God. What's wrong with me?" Lois looks to me with a pained expression. She has really never felt this feeling before. It's actually quite humorous.

"Lois that's called 'nervousness'. You were nervous and I can tell you didn't like it much."

Danny snickers behind me, earning him a glare from Lois. He quiets immediately.

"No! I didn't...Now just tell me the plan so we can get on with it."

To be honest, the plan wasn't really made out yet. When I glance at Danny, he shrugs his shoulders and slumps to the ground.

"Well, Lex'll probably be expecting us..." I mumble, thinking.

"Yeah, so we'll have to get in there all secretive-like. Espionage!" Danny acts as if he has a great idea. Espionage.

"Danny. Espionage in the White House? We don't want to be on FBI's Most Wanted, we just want to see Lex." I remind him. He raises his eyebrows at me, frowning.

"Well, don't you have, like, some kind of 'Superman mojo' that allows you to get into places like that?" Danny throws his hands up in desperation, "I however, am Public Enemy Numero Uno, so I can't in ANYWHERE." (A/N: Okay, maybe I put in a little bit too much of my own weird language in there, but it's staying.)

"No, you can't...but maybe LOIS can," we both look to Lois who is once again writing in her notepad. I just remembered something. I look into my khakis pocket. Yes! My cell phone. I haven't even called Ma and Pa to see how they're doing. Let's just hope I still have service.

I dial their number, and I sit through seven rings, then the sweet voice of Ma.

"You have reached the Kent household, but we are not available at the moment. Leave your name and number, and we'll get back to you shortly. Thanks!"

"What was that?" Danny asks.

"I was calling my parents. They didn't answer, though," I respond, worriedly. I try calling them again, and the same answering machine replies to me.

"Well, are they close? Like I was going to ask if we could go tell my parents where I'm going," Danny says. Compassionate kid.

"No. They live in Kansas. Missouri's in our way," I say, "But we can go visit your parents, Danny. If you'd like," the kid beams.

"Hmm? Oh we're going to have to fly again, aren't we? Oh, great," Lois stops writing in her pad. I change clothes in my own Super-way. And Danny transforms into Phantom. I actually get to see it up close, now. Lois and I watch in awe.

He must just have to will the transformation, and it happens. White rings appear at his waist and travel opposite directions on his body; one up, one down. They're extremely bright, and Lois looks away, but I continue gazing. As they wash over his body, they leave the jumpsuit, and when they get to his head, they stop then the light dies down and you're got yourself one Danny Phantom, coming right up. One glowy-eyed, powerful little kid.

Danny notices we're staring at him.

"What?" he says, and I assume if he could blush, he would. Lois and I laugh. Danny glares at us.

I pick up Lois, and we make our way to the the Fenton household.

Danny's P.O.V. (Yeah, I know we didn't give Clark much of a turn, but Danny's easier to write...I don't really know why.)

"Oh, here we are."

Lois and Clark stare at me. Then at the house, then back at me.

"I think this is it, too," Clark says sarcastically, "I wonder if you're parents thought they made 'FENTON WORKS' big enough."

"Oh, shush, Clark," I say, and transform back to Fenton. I check my watch from the magical place called hammerspace and then the sky.

"Wow, eight 'o clock. And it's not even dark. Hmph, nature. I've already overcome you." (A/N:...what did I just write...) I laugh at my own stupidity and Clark shakes his head. Lois facepalms. I laugh again, pulling the door to my house open. As soon as I do so, my parents flip into my living room, bearing all kinds of anti-ghost ecto-weapons.

"Who are you-Oh, Danny! You're back, hey!" my mother hugs me tightly pulling all three of us into the door, "I wondered how you were doing, honey!"

"Danny-boy! You brought friends! Good for you, that goth-girl and the other boy kind of scare me," my father observes Lois and Clark a little bit then, gasps.

"Clark Kent, nice to meet you," Clark holds his hand to my father, but he's just a bit too dumbstruck to respond. Thank the lord my mother is sane...a bit. She shakes Clark's hand normally, and then Lois's.

"Lois Lane."

"Madeline Fenton, but you can call me Maddie."

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

"Uh, hey!" my sister's voice emanates from behind my parents, somewhat annoyed.

"I'm Jasmine Fenton, but you can both call me Jazz," Jazz introduces herself.

"Oh, that's my father, Jack Fenton," I tell Lois and Clark and they nod.

My mother opens her arms in welcome.

"Well, then. Why don't we go get something to drink," she grins. Dad shakes his head, coming back to his senses.

"JACK FENTON, NICE TO MEET YOU TWO." Lois and Clark blink in surprise. Looks like they've gotten through the worst of the meeting, "So you're Superman and his girlfriend? Cool!" my father is such a dolt. Clark blushes. I sigh and clear my throat. I shoulder Clark, and realization dawns on his face.

"Oh, right...Mr. And Mrs. Fenton...and Jasmine, it was nice to meet you all, but we really have to be going. Danny just wanted to come to see how you guys were doing," Clark says, straightening his glasses. I nod.

I hug all of my family and they tell me goodbye, dealing with my abrupt departure quite well.

"Where are you going, little brother?" Jazz says. Oh, gosh. She'll be jealous. I cringe as I respond, waiting for her outburst.

"...The...White House?" I ask more than say. Her eyes get as big as disks, but then she calms herself down, and puts a hand on my shoulder, then pulls me into yet another hug.

"Good for you, little bro."

We say our final goodbyes, my father inviting Lois and Clark back to fudge and my mother wishing us a happy trip. They deal with me leaving so quickly so well. I wonder if they psyched up for it? Normally my mother would be like, "Danny! You have to rest up before you make a trip like that!", but she didn't say anything of the sort, surprising me. I guess she thinks that hanging out Superman is alright? I wouldn't know. Speaking of a trip, how are we going to get to D.C., anyway? I relay this to Clark and he thinks for a moment.

"It would be a very long flight. We could handle it, but I know neither of us would want to carry Lois for that long," Clark notices, looking at Lois.

She looks up. "Oh, it's fine. You know what I'll do, I'll just stay here with the Fentons!" she says ferociously. She doesn't seems happy about having to stay behind.

"Lois, you've got to understand, it'll be too dangerous for you," Clark says, trying to calm Lois down so she doesn't blow up in front my house. She softens up and looks sincerely at Clark.

"Clark...what if it's dangerous for you?" Lois leans against him, "I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you."

"And the same for you, so that's why you have to stay here. Please? For me?" Clark eyes plead with Lois, and they looks at each other for a moment, then Lois sighs in defeat.

"Okay, but you have to take notes on what happens. For me and for the story," Lois makes her demands for staying here.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine with that." Clark smiles and they kiss.

"Eww, get a room, you two!" I say, covering my eyes and looking away. They laugh, and Lois walks up the steps back into my house, and it is opened before she even gets up the steps. She looks back at Clark and me, with a worried look on her face. Clark grins.

"Okay...we're good. Now we can fly there, and I figure we'll get to the White House at about...," I check my watch again, "...nine-thirty, if we both fly at least a hundred miles per hour," I say, and Clark looks impressed. He elbows me.

"You pay attention in class?" I blush.

(No lines were harmed in the making of this line break. They were just broken.)

Five minutes later, we're on our way to D.C..

"Hey, Clark?" I yell over the wind, "How are we going to know where to go? I don't have a map...or a GPS."

"We need to stop for a map," we say in unison.

Down below us, there's a small gas station, and I pray that they have maps. We both just walk in, full superhero attire, knowing that it won't make much difference anyway.

"I already had an experience in a gas station today. It was kind of unnerving," Clark tells me, then we walk into the door. Once again pulling a wallet from hammerspace, Clark gets out a few dollars cash, and I look around for a map.

"Ah! Here we go," I say, and hold up a map.

"Danny, that's a map of China," Clark raises his eyebrows, smirking.

"Well, this is America. They should have AMERICAN maps here." I look around for another map, and make sure I check the name on the map before I hand it to Clark.

"Here," he takes it then opens and looks at it.

"Oh, this one's definitely American. Good job, Danny."

"Sarcasm? Original."

"I could say the same to you," Clark smiles, and walks to the register, where the cashier woman is doing something on her phone. She hasn't even noticed we're in here yet. Guess she's really out of it.

"Hey, hey, we need to check out," she looks up when I say that, then she says something like, "Whhaa?" and faints. Clark and I looks at each other and I deadpan. I'm sure he's doing the same thing.

"I guess I'll just leave the five. Let's go," Clark says and set the bill on the counter. I grab the map and we walk out, me thanking the lord that no one else was in the station.

"Okay, so we gotta go...well, there's that road right there so we have to goooo...northwest from here." Clark says, pointing in a direction I suppose is northwest. I'm just waiting for someone to come down the highway right next to the station, and the one Clark and I are standing on the side of, and someone have a wreck or worse trying to see if they saw right. If they saw us on the side of the road. I start getting antsy.

"What's up?" Clark asks me without looking up from the map.

"Oh? Nothing."

"Well, okay. We need to get going if we're going to make it there without waking up all of D.C.," Clark starts to float a little, indicating that he's leaving and I rise, too. I shoot into the air, leaving Clark behind, but of course he catches up with me.

"Curse you, Danny Fenton/Phantom, curse...you," Clark yells in my direction.

This'll be fun.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: ANNNNDD there's my attempt at a longer chapter. Did you like it, Anon-oh, screw it. It was Phantom Ice, guys. Phantom Ice requested longer chapters. If you pay attention to the reviews, you would see that he/she indirectly asked. Yeah, sorry if I embarrassed you. But he/she write amazing stories, so all you guys should check him/her out.

But yeah, sorry if the quality sucks, it was written pretty quickly, and with a HUGE gap in the writing. I went to go see the races up at the Nashville Speedway, and I got to meet STERLING MARLIN. Go, me. He was a nice guy. So yeah.

Oh, and if that's not long enough, don't fret, I could probably write more if that's what you'd all like. ;D