(A/N I'd like to give props to Fantomgirl 1 on 1 who, as of 7/25/2006, made this my most reviewed story.)

"If I was a halfa hiding out in London, England, where would I be?"

"What makes you so sure this guy's a halfa? How do you know he's not a full ghost?"

"Either way, it has ghost powers." I said, as a whisp of blue mist came out of my mouth as we passed Big Ben. "And I think I know where to find him. You wait here." I said, leaving Sam on the ground. "Alright, ghost, where are you?" I asked as I entered the clock.

"Over here." I turned around and saw Bertrand.

"Bertrand? Penelope Spectra's assistant? But you never work alone! Where's Penelope?"

"Right here." I heard a voice say as I got nailed in the back with an ecto blast.

"AH!" I lunged at her, grabbing her by the collar. "What do you know about House Ghostly Activities? What does Vlad Plasmius have to do with you? And most importantly, where's my SON!" I asked, pulling her close so that she was less than an inch from my face.

Fear flashed across her face, but her voice did not betray her emotions. "House Ghostly Activities was a little something of my own creations. I came up with it just for your family. I paid Vlad to come up with the little gadgets I fitted you with. As for your son, well, that doesn't really matter, since you won't live long enough anyway."

With that, I let out my ghostly wail, sending her into the far wall and knocking out Bertrand. "I won't ask again."

"Alright, alright, I'll tell. He's in Vlad's mansion." With that, I whipped out the Fenton thermos and dispatched both of them. As soon as I could, I found Sam and we were off to find Vlad.

"Ah, Danny, so good of you to join us." He said as Sam and I appeared at his door. By "us" he included Dash and Kwan.

"Sam, go find Danny, I'll take these guys myself."

"No, Danny, I'll take Dash, you go for the other two."

"Very well." I said reluctantly.

"Ah, back for more, Sam?"

"Shut up, Dash." Sam replied, seething.

"Hey Phan-twit, whatever she said about me, she's lying, she was begging for it."

"No one calls my wife a slut and gets away with it." I said, grabbing him by the wrist, twisting his arm behind his back and grabbing him by his neck. "Sam, go for his nuts!"

"Gotcha.": she said, administering a well placed kick to the nuts.

"I'm not done with you. Either of you." I said, talking to Kwan. "Now, Vlad, where's our son?" I asked, grabbing Vlad by the neck as tight as possible.

"Now, Danny, what would killing me accomplish?"

"I don't care if I have to kill you, I'm going to find Danny." I was serious, too, and Vlad knew it. I could tell.

"He's in my basement."

"Thanks." I said, sucking him into the Fenton thermos.

With that, Sam and I phased through the floor until we came to what looked like some sort of dungeon. I heard a little coo behind me. I turned around, and there was my son, locked in a cage like a prisoner, his eyes now a violent green and a head covered in snow-white hair.

"Don't worry, Danny, daddy's gonna get you out." I said, firing a small ecto blast to break the lock. "I love you, boy." I said, grabbing my emaciated child. "C'mon, Sam, let's go."

We phased out of the mansion and headed back home. Dash and Kwan were given life sentences without parole for 1st degree rape and accessory to rape, as well as violation of the eighth amendment. Tucker, true to his word, used his power to bring down House Ghostly Activities. I, as Danny Phantom, was issued a public apology from the president, recognizing the woman's death as an accident. As Danny Fenton, Sam, Danny, and I are still managing to pick up the pieces. Oh, by the way, it was Jazz who filed the missing persons report.

(A/N: the sequel, "My Most Bitter Friend and Dearest Enemy" is now up.)