AN: I don't own Danny Phantom or any of the characters from the show. This is my first attempt at a DP fic, so here goes...

By the way, it's going to be Valerie/Danny, so there's your fair warning.


Three friends sat in a small booth at a fast food restaurant. They were joking about what happened earlier that day when one of the males excused himself.

"I'm going to step in the bathroom right quick, guys. And don't eat my fries," he added, looking directly at the girl sitting next to him.

She just stuck out her tongue before grabbing one of 'said fries' and shoving it into her mouth.

He gave her a half hearted glare before heading into the bathroom.

No one noticed after he entered, a young woman followed him in.

The remaining male threw a smile towards the female in front of him.

"So, whatcha got planned for the summer? Another two month trip to the islands with mom and dad?"

She rolled her eyes before eating another fry. "Actually, no. I was able to convince them to go without me this year. So, I wont have to play referee this summer when they get into a disagreement."

"Wow. How did you convince them to let you stay?" He questioned, honestly surprised.

"Well, I kinda told them, that I was seeing someone and we were planning to go see his parents this month," she confessed, failing at trying to cover the blush of embarrassment on her face.

Her friend smirked before leaning back into his seat. "Are you askin' me out? All these years of being in my manly presence has finally gotten to you, huh?"

Her response was a swift and sharp kick to his manly shin.


'Why?'

The question was branded into his mind as full lips trailed his ear, down to his closed mouth.

His breath hitched in his throat when those lips ignited a hard throb in his pelvic area.

"If I didn't know any better, I would say you're avoiding me," she whispered against the damp skin of his throat. Before he could respond, she sunk her teeth into the warm flesh above his shoulder.

A sharp hiss escaped his lips before she ran a soothing tongue over the abused skin.

'Why?'

The question again resurfaced, and this time he spoke it aloud.

"Why? Why now? Why here?" So many questions entered his mind, but it was hard to hold onto them when those small hands disappeared beneath his shirt.

Instead of answering him, she reveled in the feel of smooth hard flesh, that covered lean muscle. When he drew in a sharp breath at the feel of her nails grazing his skin, she smiled in pleasure.

"Why?" he asked again, this time more demanding.

Green eyes studied his face before she removed her hands from his chest.

"Why? Because damn it, I want you. Are you telling me you're not attracted? I've seen you staring at me, ya know? We're both single, healthy adults. Besides," she continued as she ran a hand through his dark hair. "You've always been sweet to me. After that hard time in high school, you really showed me what being a friend really means."

"But, why now?" He questioned, closing his eyes as his resolve started unraveling.

"Why not? We're not seeing anybody. Just admit it, we've had feelings for each other for awhile now, so why not act on it?"

'Because you don't know.' he answered mentally as the doubts began to resurface.

'And you wouldn't feel the same about me if you did.'

"Look," she said suddenly. "I know we don't see everything eye-to-eye and we don't agree on a lot of things,"

'Like that Phantom bastard.' she said to herself.

"But I like you. And you like me, right? Even if it's just a little bit?" She asked, her eyes now looking at his in question.

He smiled slightly before lowering his head to capture her lips in a heated kiss, "Of course I do."

Smiling in renewed confidence, she tugged him closer by the sides of his white t-shirt, until their bodies were flushed together.

"And I chose here because this is the first time today I've seen you alone, for more than a minute that is. You sure those two friends of yours aren't guard dogs in disguise?" She finished as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He shook his head, yet chuckled in agreement, "That's just how they are. We've always been close though. You know that."

"Yeah, but I've never tried getting you all alone until now," she whispered as she pushed curved hips against his narrow ones.

Large, tan hands scaled her sides and rested on round hips before squeezing slightly.

"This really isn't the appropriate place for this, you know?" Even as he spoke, his hands drew her against his arousal.

"You're right," she agreed before grinding slowly against him.

"Besides, your friends are probably suspicious by now."

He pushed her forward until her back was pressed against wall, then caught her lips in another kiss. His hands released her hips and rose to ease them under the yellow tank top, that clashed against her dark skin.

When thumbs skimmed the underside of her breasts, she unconsciously arched against his unyielding form.

As he teased and tantalized the soft flesh with his hands, he tilted his head down to nip at the subtle skin of her throat.

The throaty moan that she released had his right hand dropping to the hem of the green skirt that fell over brown thighs.

Her skin tingled as fingertips slowly ghost their way up her inner thigh.

And it was damn hard to keep her breath when his left hand suddenly abandoned her shirt in favor of lifting her right leg, clasping long fingers under her knee.

The feel of his fingers brushing over the thin material, that kept him from his goal, nearly sent them both over the edge.

"What the hell are you doing in there, dude! I've been waiting over twenty minutes, and I REALLY hafta GO!"


The dark-skinned male with wire-rimmed glasses checked his watch for the tenth time, "Man! Does Danny have the bubble-guts or something? It's almost been half an hour since he stepped in that bathroom."

His dark-haired companion rolled her eyes and shrugged as she swiped another cold fry from Danny's plate. "I don't know, Tucker, and quite frankly, I don't want hear anything about 'bubble-guts' while I'm eating. Or any other time for that matter."

Tucker smiled and lifted his eyebrows, "Sam, are you trying to tell me you never had the BG's? Or the 'Loose Booty-"

"Tucker!" Sam yelled, cutting of his question. Tucker waved his hands in defense while he laughed at the mixed expression of embarrassment and disgust on her face.

"Sorry, sorry."

Sam shook her head after scuffing, before glancing at the bathroom door. Some guy was beginning to bang on the door with annoyed expression on his face.

It wasn't long before he started yelling.

"What the hell are you doing in there, dude! I've been waiting over twenty minutes, and I REALLY hafta Go!"

Tucker snorted loudly while Sam kicked at his legs under the table, trying to hold back her own giggle. They both stopped short when a flushed Valerie Gray walked out of the 'One Occupant' bathroom, followed by a red-faced Danny Fenton.

"You gotta be shittin' me," Tucker said to Danny as he walked towards the booth.

"Language, Tucker," Sam interrupted, before turning her attention back to Danny. "And you! Have you lost your mind? I can't believe you ditched us to make out with her! You do know that this is a public place right? Right, Danny? Are you even listening to me?"

Danny was currently watching Valerie as she made her way over to them. It was hard to listen to Sam's ranting as his mind ran over what he and Valerie almost did in the restroom.

On one hand, he knew it was totally wrong, not to mention in an inappropriate place. But on the other...

"Here ya go. I forgot to give this to you." Valerie handed Danny a small card, which he immediately jammed into his back pocket.

"I guess I got a little distracted," she added before backing away. "Anyway, I really gotta go, so see you guys later."

With that, she headed out the door after a quick wave to the trio.

"You and Valerie? You gotta be shittin' me," Tucker repeated before lightly shoving his best friend.

"Tucker..." Sam started, only to be cut off by Tucker, himself.

"I know, I know. Language," he said quickly before wrapping his arm around Danny's shoulder.

"But, damn! Looks like my boy's finally gettin' lucky."


Valerie shook her head softly as she made her way down the sidewalk. She couldn't believe what transpired not even ten minutes ago. It really hadn't been the original plan that she thought of.

When she first spotted the trio in Nasty Burger, she intended to approach them together. From there, she planned on asking Danny to step outside for a quick chat. But when he got up and excused himself, her frustration got the better of her.

She was usually strongly against pursuing after guys, unless they were ghosts... but that was a whole different kind of pursuing.

Danny was different, though. There was something about him, something distinct, that she didn't see in other guys.

Since highschool, after that horrible situation with her father losing his job, she always felt some form of connection with him. Even then they tried briefly to date, but with her extra work and ghost hunting, it was impossible. Not to mention, he also had something he was usually busy with at odd times.

But that would change, she was sure. Though there were still ghosts around, she was now a 24 year old Ghost Hunter. And what she couldn't handle, was usually already taken care of before she could get to them.

She would be lying to herself if she said she didn't know who was doing it.

Danny Phantom.

If she learned one thing over the past ten years, it was that Danny Phantom wasn't your average ghost. Not only was he the only ghost she couldn't seem to get rid of, but he actually fought off other ghosts as much as she did.

Not to mention the most important, yet strange fact about him...

Danny Phantom, a ghost, was no longer a teenage boy. He was now a man.

And that's what really bothered Valerie. It made no since at all, and worse, she couldn't find or come up with a valid reason how it was possible. As far as she was concerned, only the dead could become ghosts. And once you are a ghost, you appear the same age as you did when you died.

So, why in the hell was Phantom no longer that scrawny kid who always got in her way when she was fourteen. If he was aging, was he really a ghost? Could he possibly be human? And if so, how could she fight to destroy him?

It made her so uneasy to think about, that she actually stop chasing him six years ago. It was then when she was positive the ghost was aging. It was impossible not to notice the way his shoulders were filling out that black uniform. Not to mention when she turned seventeen, he seemed to tower over her 5'4 frame. Lately, she had been avoiding him, not wanting to confront him with a confused mind.

So, as long as he stayed the fuck out of her way, she wouldn't think about it.

She was two blocks from the Nasty Burger when the familiar beep of her watch warned her a ghost was nearby.


Danny was climbing in his car when the air left his lungs in a icy breeze.

"Shit," he muttered before turning to his two friends.

"Something's up, guys. Do you mind taking my car, Tuck, since yours is still parked at my house?"

"No prob, dude. Just be sure to kick some ass for me," Tucker reminded his friend before snatching the keys.

"Oh, God. Is there anyway I can talk you into letting me drive, Tucker?" questioned Sam, after Danny quickly left the scene. Tucker had the habit of driving twenty miles over the speeding limit, nearly hitting all cars and pedestrians alike.

"Sure, but I really doubt you'll agree to it," he answered nonchalantly with a dark spark in his eyes.

Sam quickly made her way to the passenger side of the car trying hard not to smile. "You're such a perv, Tuck. Let's go."

Tucker chuckled to himself before climbing into the driver's seat.

"Works every time."


Valerie cursed again as she dodged the kick that was aiming for her head. This ghost was definitely a physical fighter. Most ghost would be firing off ecto blasts and using freaky powers to fight her, or better yet, hauling ass to get away from her. But this one seemed to crave the fight, anticipating her every attack and offensive move.

When she had first arrived, the ghost was hovering over a teenage girl. She was obviously trying to outrun him, when he cornered her into an ally.

Once she distracted the ghost long enough for the girl to escape, she quickly pulled out her ecto-gun. The moment was quickly lived however, when the ghost suddenly appeared in front of her and swatted the gun out of her hand.

Observation number one: he was hella fast.

It wasn't a full minute before they were going at it, head-to-head. After the second blow to the back she made observation number two:

He was a serious fighter.

As she rolled to avoid a kick to the ribs, Valerie wondered where the hell this ghost came from. He obviously wasn't from around here, and he didn't act like the other ghosts she usually fought. His whole attire was black and grey. A grey turtleneck was worn with black slacks and shoes. A black trench coat covered his large frame. On his redhead sat a black hat, with a grey band around it.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked angrily after landing a back-hand punch to his face.

Instead of answering, he ran a hand across his bruised jaw and gave her a dark smile.

That smile had a cold chill running down the length of her spine.

As he took a step forward, she unconsciously took two back. When she realized what she was doing, she stopped short and gave him her hardest glare.

He only smiled wider before winking at her. Two seconds later, he was gone.

At least, she thought he was gone. A second later he reappeared behind her. She didn't have time to react as his left arm wrapped around her neck, and his right around her arms and waist.

Valerie was sick to her stomach when she felt his cold tongue run down her neck.

'You fucking got to be kiddin' me!' She screamed to herself before bucking wildly against him.

"Get. Off. Of. Me. Now!"

"Oooh. Jack likes the feisty ones best," the ghost whispered into her ear. He was starting to like this town already.


Goodie! First chapter finally out of the way.

Evilevergreen, this was for you! Now, if I can only keep this going...

Hikari out!