I can't apologize enough for how sorry I really am about...well...everything, so I'll just have to prove it to you guys with this chapter! Thischapter could have gone in so many different directions it was hard to choose which. And I hope that you understand that I also have another life, family stuff, connection, andreadingother people's stories that are so stinkin long!It stinks that I won't be able to answer your reviews, but I am reading them and I'll try to answer them, some how.

I see I got a few new reviewers, welcome to my story!

I'm going to fixsome previous chaptersonce I'm finished with this story. Which, sadly, should be coming soon.

Note : It took me a while to write this, no matter how short it may seem to you on fanfiction, on the program I was using, ugh, 2 hours. Switched some things around, I'll look back on this chapter later to see if I wanna make any corrections or changes.

Well, enough of the small talk, let's get on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not nor will ever own Danny Phantom or anything else that's his that I don't know of.

I do own Christy Adams, T.J. Foley, Lily Fenton, and Jack Fenton (Danny's Son)

Jack's Point of View

I can't believe it, he lied to me-well, technically he did tell me the truth, and Vlad had let her go. It's just not the way I wanted her to be out of his dirty hands.

"Why stand there on the side lines, Daniel? Join the fun!"

Beams of pink ecto-energy shot from his palms to Dad causing him to fall back. He growled, brushing himself off and flew into the air towards Vlad angrily, but was stopped by a glowing green net that wrapped around him. Skulker laughed as he pressed another button on his gun. Ecto-lightning surged through the lining of the net shocking him with a cry of pain. Dad glanced back at me, and Christy.

"What are you looking at?" He yelled, "Go!" For a second I just stood there shocked, was he talking to me?

Bending my knees, I shot out soaring through the sky, reaching out my arms to catch Christy. Two ghosts that were helping terrorizing Amity saw me doing this and flew towards me. I started to fly faster in an attempt to loose them, but they kept on my tail one on each side of me. I looked over at each of the flying specters grinning evilly and each of them grabbed an arm. I struggled trying to break threw their grasp, but they were strong when combined.

"No!" I yelled in frustration, I didn't have time for this! I had to save Christy, I just had too…

Their flying speeds suddenly grew faster, picking up wind. The wind kept on getting my hair in my face so it was harder to see. I could feel the grip from their hands loosening. I shook my head, trying to get my hair out of the way to see the complexed detail of bricks. I pushed my self out of the little dent I made and brushed the dust off.

Looking over I saw that Christy was nearing the ground and decided that the dust could wait! I dove back down to her, her hands reaching out for me. Our fingers nearly touching, I sped up and grabbing her wrists and pulling her up so that I could fly her back down.

It made me sad looking at her with her eyes wide from the shock of falling from such a height and just to know that it was my entire fault, made me feel even worse. Her hair was all in tangles and her pony tail was all messed up. If she had looked in the mirror right now she would scream. That thought seemed to brighten up my mood a bit.

"Jack…"Christy whispered, her eyes looking a little worried.

"Everything's going to be alright…" I assured her pushing aside some strands of golden hair that was covering her crystal blue eyes that I fell and always will be falling for. I smiled at her and she returned in closing her eyes finally starting to relax, as I was now that she was safe.

I started to come back to the ground, still looking into each other's eyes, sort of in a trance. I don't want to pull away from this moment, but I have to, there are people in danger that need help, and it is my responsibility. I set her down gently to her feet.

"Jack…" She began, stopping, not knowing what to say. I can tell she's trying to tell me something, something important, but I can't explain what it is that she wants to say.

Christy leaned in closer to me, pressing her lips against mine for the first time. I could feel my self starting to blush, not from embarrassment, but from…something else. God have I wished for this day to come, but what would happen to our friendship? We pulled away from each other at last and my smile grew bigger than my face. Her cheeks were a bright pink, smiling as she ran off.

I looked to see where my dad is, finding that he was still crouched in that net, having heard and seen the whole thing.

"Way to go, Jackie…" Dad sighed smiling, proud. "Inviso-Bill" grabbed the lining of the net sending blue energy through the net and over to Skulker, breaking the net.

"Ahh!" Skulker cried in pain sending him back a few feet. Dad jabbed him in the chest continuously, then upper cut in the jaw.

"This is the end of you Skulker!" He grinned, stretching his arm over his other shoulder, reaching for something, but only feeling air.

"Looking for this?" Someone called from the crowd of people. I looked over seeing Mom dangling the Fenton Thermos above herfrom its strap. My eyes went wide thinking about the last place the Fenton thermos was.

As I suspected T.J. came out from behind her as did his own Dadand winked at me. Christy also stood beside my mother still pink from earlier, I could also feel myselfturning redagain from that samememory. The raven haired mother looked over to my male friend handing him the thermos.

"Would you like to do the honors?"She asked, he nodded, keeping his focus on my father. She placed the thermosin his hands as hetook two steps back and threwthe cylinderinto the air as if it were a football. It flew over our heads, before it heading back down to earth Dad flew up into the air catching it ending up on the opposite side of Skulker. When the ghost hunter turned around, he had alreadyi pressed the buttonsending a stream of swirling blue light Skulker's way suckinghim inside.

"That's my boy!" Tucker congratulated him for the great throw, ruffling hispitch black hair. 'T' smiled looking up to his dad. The screaming stopped when all of the ghosts stopped what they were doing leaving the townsfolk confused as theycame tosurround Dad and I as we were back-to-back ready for anything that came our way!