Danny opened the door to his two story home, but not before taking a look at the huge satellite dish hovering over the roof, aimed at space. A normal person would take that into account that whoever lived here had a major fetish for television signals from around the world. But Danny knew better. His parents used it to scan for any paranormal activity around the city, his city of Amity Park. Well, his parent's city anyway.

If it's not your city, then why help when it's under attack? Danny shook his black haired head and sighed. That might not even be an option anymore. Liar, you can't but help people in need, it's what makes you, you, Danny.

They were his thoughts, but the voice saying them belonged to Sam. Danny sighed and opened up the door, screeching as his father and mother rushed out of the door, heading for their Fenton car. Danny frowned and looked at his older sister, Jasmine.

"What the heck?" he asked, scanning her face.

"They picked up some kind of massive power coming from the park and got really excited, well dad did anyway." Jasmine ran her fingers through her long red orange hair, and looked at her brother. "Mom was kind of worried."

"More ghosts," Danny said, walking into the house. She frowned as he passed her, and blinked, taken back by something, but nodded. Danny smiled and shook his head, "Well, I hope they're careful." He walked up to his room, and dropped onto his bed. There was a thought of going after them, but Danny Fenton shook it from his mind.

There was a knock on his door, and the fourteen year old boy rose and opened it. "Danny, are you feeling okay?" his sister asked, stroking her arms. He looked at her, and frowned, it almost looked like she was going to drop into the fetal position.

"Sure Jazz, why?" he asked, trying to act a chipper as he could.

She licked her lips, narrowing her eyes. "I kinda really didn't mean you, Danny," she said softly.

Danny nearly burst into laughter. "You come to my door, knock on it, and ask me if I'm okay, but you don't mean me." He smirked a little and looked around his room. "Is there another Danny you guys have been hiding from me when I'm at school?"

"I think you know what I mean," she said, fidgeting with her fingers. "I, I kind of know your secret."

Danny took a step back, fighting the urge to gasp. "What secret?" he said, his voice harder.

"I saw you transform during the fight with Spectra," she said, walking into his room. Now he really did gasp. "I wanted to wait for you to tell me, but you've been so depressed and all ever since that one ghost framed you as a villain, I just couldn't stand it anymore."

"And how do you know I'm not a villain," the boy stammered, anger building in his body. She knew, all this time? And did not say one blasted thing!

She smiled sweetly at him, and stroked his cheek. "Because you're my brother, you could never do anything that bad," she said in a soothing voice. "Danny, I know that you've gone through a lot, and mostly alone, but you really don't have to."

"Well, not entirely alone," he said, releasing his anger. "Tucker and Sam have known all along."

"I knew that too, during the whole Spectra thing," she said, her smile growing.

Danny stood up and sighed, "Jazz, please forgive me, I really did want to tell you, and mom and dad . . .," he stopped and looked at his sister; "they don't know do they?"

Jazz shook her head. "Nope."

There was a pale shimmer of hope in the boy's eyes, and then it grew dull again. At least they aren't knowingly hunting me down. "But you have to understand, if my enemies found out about you, they could use you to get to me."

"Isn't that kind of the plight of every superhero?" she chuckled.

"Look, I know you want to help, but to be honest, I'm thinking of just throwing in the towel."

Jazz gasped and shoot to her feet. "Danny, you can't do that, who would defend Amity Park?" Before he could answer, she placed a finger on his lips. "I know you don't want to hear it, and you'd probably make a snide comment about mom and dad, but we both know that they wouldn't be able to stand up against some of the more dangerous ghosts."

Danny sighed and looked away, a puff of blue mist flowing from his mouth. Somehow his sister managed to see it too, and nodded to the window. "You know I'm right, Danny, go on. Help our family and friends."

He still wasn't sure if it was the right thing or not, but just knowing his sister had faith in him gave him a little courage. "Okay then, here I go." Danny said his mantra knowingly for the first time in front of his sister, and changed into the hero, Danny Phantom. He turned to face her, and smiled, and then in the blink of light he was gone.

It took Danny quick work to deal with the ghost, and avoid his mom and dad, but somehow he didn't think that the Box Ghost could cause so much fuss with his parents' alarm system. Oh sure, there were a few other ghosts out today, but not many of them could stand up to him, thanks to his sister's pep talk, and revealing news.

"I've got to find Sam and Tuck and let them know," he thought with a smile. He raced through the air, feeling absolutely giddy. Of course until he got pooped on by a flock of flying geese. It figures, even in the air no one is safe from this stuff.

Danny continued his vigilance in looking for his friends until almost ten, and then sighed. Maybe they were looking for him at his house. Danny finally gave up, and went back to his house and began to change, when a flash of color caught his eye. It was black and silver, and shone in the moonlight. The fourteen year old hero raced to it, and caught his breath at the sight of one of his most vicious enemies, Skulker huddled in a tight little ball, his bright green eyes wide with horror, and his armor matted and scattered all over the yard, like someone was having a yard sale of broken junk.

"What are you doing here?" he snapped.

The hunter ghost raised his head, and his eyes grew wider with terror. "YOU!" he screamed. The ghost backed as far away from Danny as he could possibly get. "I thought you were a good guy!"

"Is your helmet on too tight again?" Danny snarled, "I am a good guy." He pulled his Fenton thermos from the side of his belt, and opened it. "And I think you could use a nice, long stay in the ghost zone."

"There is no more ghost zone, you maniac," Skulker roared and rose to his feet. "It's all gone." He raised his arm, and pointed one of his cross bows at the Halfa, and fired, fleeing into the safety of darkness as Danny turned invisible and dodged it.

"What on Earth was that all about?" Danny asked, scratching his chin. He changed back to his human form, and cleaned up what remained of his adversary's armor. When he was done, Danny walked into his house, expecting to get a stern lecture from his parent's and an even harsher grounding.

When he opened up the door, what awaited him could have only come from one of his nightmares. His parents were there all right, so was Jazz, but so was Sam, her parents, and Tucker's parents. But, where was Tucker?

"What is going on?" the boy asked, staring at the group. Both his parent's were fuming at something, and Tucker's parents were both weeping bitterly.

"Danny, where have you been?" his mother asked, rushing at him as though he was a quarterback, and she was a linebacker. She scooped him up, and squeezed, nearly breaking his ribs.

"Tucker was attacked by a ghost, Danny," Sam said, her eyes wide with sorrow, and a little suspicion.

Danny felt his mouth drop, and pushed his way to freedom from his mother. "What!"

"It happened two hours ago," Tucker's mother said, between sobs. "He was beaten so badly that he had to be sent to the hospital in a coma."

Rage began to boil in his body, and he fought control of it, feeling the powers of his ghost energy release themselves in his eyes. "What ghost was it, who did it?"

The answer he got sent him into shock. His father turned a bitter glance at him, feeling sorry for his son. "It was that ghost boy," he snapped. "That claims to be such a good ghost, fighting to protect us."

"It was Inviso-Bill," Sam's mother snarled.

Well that's chapter two, folks. Only one review, but I'm sure that will change. Thanks for the comments LaBoBuren. You've gotten a good point about battle cries, but I'd like to see if anyone else has ideas about the subject. Hmmmmm ….maybe you could tell your friends about this story, and they could review, I have my anonymous switch turned on, so that won't be a problem. Anyway, on to chapter 3!