WHOO! Ultimate Enemy gave me a great Idea for a fanfiction! Special thanks to MissMeliss…hope you enjoyed ur vacation!

With a sigh, Annie threw herself on her large bed, it was covered with large sheets and very comfortable, she almost fell asleep just by sitting on it.

"Too bad I forgot my CD's, but at least I don't have all my Danny Phantom memorabilia." Annie sighed and turned over so that she faced the ceiling, "Gunna catch em all cuz he's Danny Phantom…hmmm. Annie Phantom? Nah…" At this point in time, she realized that she had been talking out loud and that the rooms could possibly be bugged.

Spectre-san? No, too Japanese…Alias? Copyrighted…hum…what else would work? Annie thought, and turned over to realize that on the small nightstand was a pad of paper and a pen, Now…what about a…those things that Shakespeare used…? A pun, right? How about a homonymphorical name? Wait…is that a word?

Yeah, it's a word…I think…maybe 'Face-It", wow, no that sucks. Oh well, I'll work on my pseudonym later... Annie sighed and picked up the paper and pen and started drawing, something that resembled Vlad Plasmius, then she gave the drawing some lipstick and laughed at the end result.

Setting down the pen and paper, Annie concentrated on her ghost powers; she lifted up her right hand and stared hard at it. Be invisible…but despite her wishes, it remained as visible as the rest of her body. She sighed and rested her head on her hands, leaned forwards a little too far, and fell over the side of the bed to land on the carpet.

"Oh carpe…" she picked herself up and then got a rather unnerving idea. If Danny Phantom had some words that helped him concentrate on his own ghost form, why shouldn't she have her own?

With another sigh, Annie took a wide stance and concentrated on what she remembered about her other ghost half, "Um…Ghost form…activate!"

At this time, a peculiar sensation seized her body, it was rather like when she used to play softball, and after a hard, hot day, would dump freezing cold water all over herself in an attempt to cool down. Looking down, Annie saw a ring of neon green sparks flowing over her body and leaving a new image in their wake.

The jumpsuit that Annie had used during the transformation had switched colours, from a black and green to silver and blue, but her hair was perhaps the strangest of all, it had turned into a aqua flame, whipping around her head like a frozen fire. Surprisingly enough, she felt completely fine, not too hot or too cold

"Okay…"Annie lifted her hand once more and then gritted her eyes shut, when she opened them again, her hand couldn't be seen, though she could feel it plain as day. "Wicked," she muttered and then leaned over to the bed and punched the hard mattress, expecting for her hand to become intangible and go right through.

Two seconds later she was clutching her hand and howling silently; she kicked out at the metal bedspring and was even more surprised when she was thrown off her feet by the surprise of her foot flying through it. "Note to self, don't even attempt to use this stuff before mastering it…"

"Ghost form…deactivate!" Annie said once more, and the sparks, starting at the ends of her hair, fingers, and toes, worked their way to her navel, leaving her ordinary clothes in their wake.

Dang…going ghost takes a lot out of you! She flopped down on the bed and fell asleep.

Ugh...my bed feels so weird…oh right! Annie stood and stretched, she had almost forgotten about the whole getting-transferred to another part of the country and/or universe. Her watch showed that the time was four-thirty, her biological clock had set the alarm. Seeing that she would have to be fully awake in half an hour, she decided to get up, do her push-ups, and get the blood moving.

When five o'clock rolled around, she was already sweating and it was at that time that a tall, dark-haired man opened her door unannounced and told her that breakfast would be at seven, and all the interns were expected to be outside their rooms in five minutes. Annie quickly got changed into the jumpsuit that he had given her and stood at the door.

She had just begun to hum a song when a long line of the interns jogged past, they were all chanting some words that were in a strange language that Annie didn't recognize; she fell into the back and kept up the pace. After a few minutes of running, she had just began to understand what they were saying. The head would ask: "Pholant grek uniptsa ju tulantar?" and the others would answer with: "Ich petant tulantar enchay Levar Plasmius! Ent Ichy trany ung an derch vuwut!"

It turned out that the guy leading us was the very same rude, pale-blonde that had knocked into her last night, but she shook that off and chanted the words along with the others, following a long trail that led out into the Canadian woods and to a strange gym in the middle of nowhere. That was when Ian took the front and began to put the interns through a vigorous assault of karate, testing their fighting skills against each other.

After the martial arts, the interns jogged back to the main lodging and ate.

Don't fall…asleep…Annie's whole body ached, and she had the feeling that they were going to be doing more work after the break, so she ate very little to avoid throwing up back in the gym, and stuck to a bowl of oatmeal and two mugs of coffee. C'mon…what happens to Danny Phantom when he falls asleep? His head goes straight through a desk, or he phases through the floor, or his pants fall down…at least I wont have to worry about the latter… In fact, the jumpsuit was very tight, it was almost impossible to get it off even for a bathroom break.

Vlad Masters joined them again at breakfast, striking up polite, yet intrusive, conversations with the interns, and they answered in an effort to not be rude. When he finally left however, they were dragged off again for another jog to the gym and began training. This time it involved learning how to shoot a variety of guns and such, and that was when I really got to talk to Ian.

He was trying out a gun and muttering about it when I finally walked up to him.

"Hey Ian…bud…?"

"Not yet, trust is earned."

That kid is serious, of course how many other people do you know who are full-fledged assassins when they're barely out of high school. "Anyhoo Ian…ever watch the show Danny Phantom?"

"Once or twice…why?"

"Just wondering," she would have to be careful about this, "What episodes did you see anyways?"

He continued to spin tons of gadgets on the gun, "One about a dragon…and another that was a movie. Some ghost king trying to take over the ghost zone."

"Do you remember a character named Vlad Plasmius perchance?"

He looked up from the gun, "Yes…why?"

Annie considered her options, if she told him what she thought he probably wouldn't believe her, but if she let him figure it out for himself… "Oh, no reason, just wondering, it was a good series…ran for about four…five years. And do you think you could teach me how to throw people!"

Ian laughed, then set up the positions and gave a one-on-one lesson.

Okay, for everyone who's forgotten what a homonym is, it's two words that are spelled the same but mean different things, such as the word face, which means both to confront and the thing on the front of your skull where your nose sits…a pseudonym is basically a name that use as an alias, like Lemony Snicket or my Pseudonym, Archer of Darkness!

Ciao!