Uh... I think I'm getting writer block or some horrible disease that dosen't alow me to continue. But I should be good for another several chapters.

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"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Flashbacks

Disclaimer: Don't own Danny Phantom, but I do own the original characters Morbid and Pallas Dark.

Chapter VI

The ghost zone was just as Sam remembered it. Eerie, with some parts grey and dull, seemingly devoid of life, and then other parts were bright and full of color. Riding past all of these landmarks, Sam could spot a few ghosts that were wandering around aimlessly, who paused in what they were doing to watch the odd sight of two ghosts and a human on a motorcycle ride by. Johnny, of course, was driving with Kitty contently hanging on to her boyfriend and Sam digging her fingernails into the bike seat to keep from sliding off.

"How much longer?" Sam shouted, annoyed, over the roaring engine after they swiftly turned left and almost succeeded in throwing her off.

"Um... we're almost there, I think," Johnny replied uncertainly. "I think the next fortress we come across will be Zaira Bastion. Or was it the one after that?"

Sam moaned in frustration. The longer they took, the longer it would be until they got Danny back.

"Don't worry, Sam," Kitty said. "I've been with Johnny for a long time, and we have never gotten lost."

"There's always a first," Sam grumbled but still she was calmed by her words.

"See, what did I tell you, doll?" Johnny said. "Here we are!"

As they approached Sam could see why they called it 'Bastion'; it was huge. The architect was that of the middle ages; gothic arches, stained glass windows, the front entrance alone was bigger then her house. There seemed to be pipes, or some kind of large wires intertwined with the whole structure and strange lifts, almost like elevators, scattered around the configuration.

Zaira Bastion was a dull color, like a worn purple with yellowish gold streaks outlining murals and statues. They landed on the stretch of cobblestone and Sam immediately jumped off.

"Wow, this is it?" She asked.

"Yeah. I used to come here all the time before I met Johnny," Kitty told. "There is so much information here about the beginnings of the ghost zone and such but most of them are in an ancient language."

"The weird-o librarian can translate if you need her to," Johnny put in seeing the look on Sam's face.

Determination swept the goth. "Then let's go."

"Aww, man!" Tucker whined as his stomach growled for the tenth time. "Tell me again why we didn't get anything to eat why we were at that club?"

Jazz cast a quick side glance to the boy, shook her head and returned her eyes to the road. "I didn't want to stay any longer, incase the bouncerdecided to look for moreunderaged teens.So we didn't have time to get anything."

"But I'm so hungry!"

"You're going to have to suck it up," Jazz informed pointing to the beeping monitor on the Fenton RV. "We have major ghost activity several miles from here and whoever is there may have some information on Danny."

Tucker grumbled under his breath but said no more. They had exited the night club once Sam had left with Johnny and Kitty. The two of them had changed into their normal outfits and were going to find a campsite or truck station to park the RV and sleep for the night but the built in Fenton Finder on the RV started to go off and Tucker somehow knew it was going to be a long night.

Soon the beeping became annoyingly loud as the Fenton RV exited the main road and starteddowna dirt path that lead deep into the woods. "How do you turn that stupid noise off?" Tucker yelled.

"I don't know!" Jazz yelled back. "See if there is a silent mode!"

Tucker shrugged doubting that there was such a thing as a 'silent mode' and started punching random buttons. The windshield wipers clicked on back and forth, the head lights suddenly flickered off (Jazz murderously hit the button Tucker did, turning on the head lights again).

Slowing down his barrage of button pushing Tucker tried another button that was labeled, SM. The RV seemed to almost hiccup and then a computerized voice said, "Fenton Stealth Mode activated". All of the lights inside the RV dimmed and the annoying beeping cut off.

"Wow, Tucker. How'd you find that?" Jazz asked looking over the new information popping up on the Fenton Stealth Screen.

"Mad skill," he replied.

"Or dumb luck."

"Whichever." Tucker shrugged.

They were a hundred yards away from the ghost sighting when Jazz powered down the Fenton RV. "Look Tucker. All we are going to do is try to get some information without causing a big ruckus or something that will result in violence."

"Right," Tuck agreed.

"Here's some equipment just incase." She handed him the Fenton Ghost Gloves and a Fenton Specter Deflector which he tied around his waist. Jazz then grabbed one for herself and the Fenton Foamer. "Let's go."

They jumped out of the RV into total darkness and Tucker regretted not getting a flashlight. "I can't see!" he hissed, putting his hands out so not to run into anything.

"Follow the light over there. I think that's where the ghosts are," Jazz whispered.

"Where?"

"To your left. No, your other left!"

Through the trees Tucker could see a green glowing light at pulsed softly and he could just barley make out some voices. Jazz lead while Tucker followed and the two crept steadily towards the light; wary of dried leaves, fallen twigs and roots that stuck out ready to trip them in a moments notice. Even with all of this caution Tucker knew he was not good at being stealthy. Sure he was being quiet enough, but to the trained ear it was like an elephant stomping on a thousand of pop cans, creaking and screeching under its weight.

Suddenly Jazz stopped and Tucker ran into her from behind and fell back on his rear. "You could have warn--" Jazz quickly covered his mouth and dragged him behind the bushes.

"Shhh," she hushed. "Look. Tell me what you see."

Tucker peered over the shrubby and nearly gasped. There were six bluish ghosts, burly looking and strong facing off a single ghost who stood a few yards away...

Danny.